I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"boom--!!!"

With a deafening roar, the entire door and half of the wall were blasted into pieces by a terrifying force!

Wood chips flew everywhere, the candle flame went out abruptly, and a cold wind rushed in.

"Aaaaaahh ...

The woman screamed and, without even putting on her clothes, wrapped herself in half a blanket and ran out like a madwoman, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

The doctor was so frightened that he rolled off the bed, his bald head hitting the floor with a loud thud. Before he could even curse, a large, iron-like hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up like a chicken.

Bu Jingyun was covered in blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was so ferocious that he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

He held Bu Tian in one arm and lifted the short, stout doctor in front of him with the other, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping against an iron plate: "Save him."

"Wait, wait, wait—cough cough! Put me down first—cough! My neck is going to break—"

The miracle doctor thrashed about with his feet dangling in the air, struggling desperately until his face turned bright red.

Bu Jingyun loosened his grip slightly, but the killing intent in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"Save my Tian'er."

"Otherwise—you'll be buried with him."

The divine doctor trembled at the murderous aura. Having seen many storms, he managed to steady himself and shakily approached Bu Tian for a quick glance.

His expression changed at just one glance.

He placed his finger on Bu Tian's pulse, checked his breathing, and finally looked at his pupils by lifting his eyelids. The whole process took less than three breaths.

Then, he slowly shook his head, his tone unusually heavy: "Dead."

"What did you say?!" Bu Jingyun's hand tightened suddenly around his neck.

"I say, the person is already dead!" The doctor, his eyes rolling back in his head from being choked, still forced himself to shout it out.

"No pulse, dilated pupils, shattered internal organs, and severed blood and qi—this isn't just serious injury; this is utter death!"

"I am a divine healer, not the King of Hell!"

"A dead person can't be brought back to life!!"

Bu Jingyun shuddered, as if all his strength had been drained away, and he slightly loosened his grip on the Divine Doctor's hand.

The miracle doctor fell to the ground, rubbing his neck and coughing repeatedly. It took him a while to catch his breath.

He glanced at Bu Tian in Bu Jingyun's arms, and sighed again:

"If he's not dead, there's still a way."

"I possess a 'Reversing Heaven and Earth' herb that can easily prolong life and restore bones."

"But the person is dead... even if Hua Tuo were alive again, there would be no way to help."

"Besides, even Hua Tuo's medical skills are not as good as mine."

Bu Jingyun wasn't in the mood to listen to his boasting.

"Is there no other way?!"

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice so deep it seemed to be squeezed from the depths of his chest.

"No, dead is dead, this old man—"

"Bang--!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Bu Jingyun struck out with his palm, and a wooden house next to him collapsed with a crash, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.

"Think about it again!!"

"Bang!!"

"Bang!!"

Two more blows, and the two pharmacies on the left and right exploded one after another, bottles and jars were smashed all over the ground, and precious medicinal materials were scattered everywhere.

"My medicine!! My medicine!! You heartless bastard—"

The doctor was in so much pain that his heart was pounding and he screamed in agony, but before he could finish, Bu Jingyun grabbed his collar and punched him hard.

"Bang!" The miracle doctor rolled several feet away, his face bruised and swollen, and his front teeth almost flew out.

Is there any way?!

"No, Uncle Bu!!!" the miracle doctor cried, covering his face.

"Even if you beat me to death, I can't bring myself back to life!!"

"Death is death! That's the way of Heaven! No one can defy it!!"

Bu Jingyun stood amidst the devastated ruins, his murderous aura gradually dissipating.

He lowered his head and looked at Bu Tian's peaceful face in his arms.

Finished!

It's completely over!

The miracle doctor was the last straw he could think of, but now that straw has been broken.

He, Bu Jingyun, had roamed the martial world for half his life, killing countless powerful enemies, yet he couldn't save his own son.

Bu Jingyun hugged Bu Tian tightly, then turned and left without saying a word.

The night wind blew by, his figure was lonely and desolate, every step he took seemed to be on the edge of a knife.

The miracle doctor slumped amidst the ruins, gazing at the shattered bottles and broken jars and collapsed houses, tears welling in his eyes but unable to fall.

"What sins did I commit in my past life... I couldn't even get a good night's sleep, my beauty ran away, and my house was smashed up... What did I ever do to deserve this...?"

however--

The moment Bu Jingyun stepped out of the Medicine Valley, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A name flashed through his confused mind like lightning.

Jiang Chen!

He usually seemed carefree and leisurely, but he had personally witnessed this person's skills—unpredictable and profound.

He might be able to do what even a miracle doctor couldn't.

No, it should be said that if even he can't do it, then there really is no one in this world who can save Tian'er.

A glimmer of light rekindled in Bu Jingyun's bloodshot eyes.

Last hope.

"Tianshan—!"

With a low roar, Bu Jingyun burst into the air, transforming into a streak of cloud that swept over his beloved son, tearing through the night sky and heading straight towards the Tianshan Mountains!

Tianshan.

At the far northwest, atop a sheer cliff, snow and wind blow year-round.

The snowflakes, as sharp as knives and swords, accompanied by a biting wind strong enough to freeze metal and stone, howled and echoed between the cliffs.

This is a desolate place that even birds are unwilling to set foot in. The world is a vast expanse of white, as if someone had spilled a vat of silver paint, making it impossible to distinguish where the sky ends and the earth begins.

A streak of light shot through the air, moving so fast that even the falling snowflakes couldn't avoid it before being whipped into two vortexes by the strong wind.

As the light faded, Bu Jingyun's dusty figure was revealed.

He held Bu Tian tightly in his arms, the bloodstains on his clothes frozen into dark red ice crystals.

From last night until now, he has been rushing here non-stop, and his true energy has already been mostly exhausted.

But he dared not slow down, not even for a moment.

The child in her arms had already stopped breathing; his body was cold and stiff, like a stone frozen solid by the wind and snow.

But Bu Jingyun didn't believe it. He couldn't believe that his son was dead. As long as he hadn't been buried, there was still a glimmer of hope.

Looking up, the towering stone steps wind upwards, piercing the clouds, as if it were a road leading to the heavens.

Bu Jingyun's expression faltered for a moment—

More than ten years have passed since he left Tianshan. He never imagined that he would return to his old home in this way.

Past events are like smoke, and grudges and entanglements are all unimportant at this moment.

The only important thing is the child in my arms.

"Tian'er, your father has brought you here."

He glanced down at Bu Tian's pale face, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping against an iron plate, and whispered, his heart filled with urgency to save his son. Without thinking twice, he took a step forward!

"boom--!"

The moment his toes touched the stone steps, a strange change occurred!

Beneath the ordinary blue stone, a tremendous force suddenly erupted, like an invisible hand descending from the sky and crashing down on his shoulder!

Bu Jingyun swayed slightly, and his knees almost involuntarily bent.

This force came too suddenly and too brutally. If it were an ordinary martial arts master, he would probably be crushed to the ground by this step.

However, Bu Jingyun did not back down; instead, a look of wild joy suddenly flashed in his eyes!

"A test...this is a test!"

He understood instantly.

If there is no cure, why set up this test?

Since a test has been set up, it means that Tian'er can be saved!

This thought was like a raging fire, instantly igniting the almost exhausted fighting spirit in his chest.

"Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, or the deepest hell, I, Bu Jingyun, will brave it all!"

One step, two steps, three steps...

Bu Jingyun held Bu Tian tightly, bracing against the immense pressure, and climbed the steps.

The surrounding wind and snow seemed to sense this unwavering will, and their howling became even more piercing, as if heaven and earth were issuing a final warning.

Each step reveals a new heaven, each step reveals a new mountain.

1,000 jin... 3,000 jin... 5,000 jin...

The pressure on my shoulders was escalating at a desperate pace.

Each step he took felt like carrying a small mountain on his shoulders, causing his spine to creak slightly.

When he reached the halfway point of the mountain, Bu Jingyun felt as if his bones were being gripped and twisted by a pair of invisible giant hands. With each step, he had to exhaust all his energy to resist the terrifying pressure that was like an ancient divine mountain.

"Click...click..."

His entire body groaned under the strain, the sounds faint and dense, sending chills down one's spine.

Blood trickled down from his seven orifices, staining his chest and dripping down his chin, splashing onto Bu Tian's pale face in his arms, a horrifying sight.

Behind him, a deep line of bloody footprints was clearly visible on the stone steps. Each footprint was embedded in the hard bluestone, showing how much force he used with each step.

The wind and snow kept trying to cover the bloodstains, but they were always stained red again by the blood that followed.

If it is merely the strength of a few ranks and ten thousand jin, what is there to say about it for a peerless expert like Bu Jingyun?

Just grit your teeth and it will pass.

However, these stone steps stretched endlessly, seemingly leading straight to the heavens, with no end in sight.

Even the strongest body will eventually be crushed under this relentless and ever-increasing terrifying pressure.

But he cannot stop, nor dare he stop.

Bu Tian in her arms had already stopped breathing, and his body was growing colder and colder.

Every moment of delay diminishes the chances of being saved.

"Don't even think about... stopping me!!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes were bloodshot, and a low roar came from his throat.

He bit down on the bloody foam in his mouth, his internal energy surging wildly. The excruciating pain in his meridians felt like being stabbed by a thousand needles, but he ignored it all and stubbornly withstood the overwhelming pressure, step by step, continuing upward!

Ten thousand catties... twenty thousand catties...

Every step he took was marked by blood.

Every step is a burning passion for life.

The flesh was torn apart, blood gushed out, and white bone was faintly visible in several wounds.

His legs were trembling violently, muscle fibers snapping one by one, and his kneecaps making a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

With each step he took, several more horrifying gashes appeared on his body, his clothes were already soaked in blood, and he was a blood-soaked figure.

He is no longer the formidable Grim Reaper.

At this moment, Bu Jingyun is simply a father willing to shed his last drop of blood to save his son.