I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Finally, in the last step, a tremendous force of 100,000 jin (approximately 50,000 kg) descended upon him!

The entire Tianshan Mountains seemed to be trembling.

Bu Jingyun felt as if he were not climbing stone steps, but carrying the entire sky on his shoulders.

The bones inside his body made a series of cracking sounds, his knees were bent to an almost kneeling angle, and his spine was bent like a bow about to break.

"puff--!"

He spat out a thick stream of blood, his body trembled violently, his vision blurred, and he was nearly delirious.

Her knees buckled, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

But he braced his right foot firmly against the edge of the stone steps and held Bu Tian tightly with his left hand, managing not to fall.

"No...it can't fall..."

"Tian'er... Father... will never give up..."

The voice was so faint it was almost inaudible, more like an instinctive murmur.

His consciousness had become mostly blurred, and all that remained in his vision was a distorted white and red.

What kept him standing was no longer his inner energy or his physical body, but a father's most primal and stubborn belief.

With his last shred of willpower, he exhausted the last bit of strength in his body and delivered a kick—

With a resounding thud, I stepped onto the last step!

"Bang--!"

The moment you reach the summit, all the pressure vanishes instantly, as if gently brushed away by an invisible hand. It comes and goes quickly, as if the hellish torment had never existed.

However, Bu Jingyun had reached his limit.

He wanted to take a breath, but found that he had even forgotten how to breathe.

Everything was pitch black before my eyes, the world spun around me, and all I could hear was the sound of the wind and my own increasingly faint heartbeat.

His body swayed, like a withered tree that had been sawed off at the roots, before finally collapsing to the ground with a thud, unconscious.

Even in his moment of unconsciousness, his arms remained as strong as iron clamps, tightly protecting the child in his arms. His ten fingers dug deeply into Bu Tian's clothes, his knuckles white, yet he remained motionless.

It's as if this is an instinct etched into my bones—

Even if consciousness fades, the body will never allow itself to let go of the child.

The snow fell harder and harder, soon covering the father and son with a thin layer of white.

The blood trail was gradually buried, and the footprints became blurred, but the shocking bloody trail that stretched from the foot of the mountain to the summit lingered, as if etched between heaven and earth, silently telling the story of a father's obsession.

After an unknown amount of time, the chaos dissipated, and Bu Jingyun slowly opened his heavy eyelids.

Before my eyes was an unfamiliar bed, with plain-colored curtains swaying gently in the breeze. A faint medicinal fragrance filled the air, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the occasional birdsong could be heard from outside the window.

He was stunned for a moment—it wasn't snow, it wasn't stone steps, it wasn't blood everywhere; it was a clean and tidy room.

"Father! You're finally awake!"

A clear and familiar call suddenly rang in his ears, piercing into the depths of Bu Jingyun's consciousness like a nail.

Bu Jingyun was jolted violently, as if struck by lightning!

Ignoring his injuries, he suddenly sat up, the movement so violent that it almost tore open his freshly bandaged wounds, and blood instantly soaked through the bandages.

However, he couldn't care less about any of that.

His gaze swept frantically around, and when it landed on the figure beside the bed, he froze on the spot as if he had been frozen in place.

A boy was looking at him with a face full of concern and surprise—

He had delicate features and a spirited air. Although his face was still somewhat pale and sickly, his eyes were so bright that they seemed to hold two stars.

It's Bu Tian!

The living, breathing Bu Tian is smiling at him!

"Tian'er?!"

Bu Jingyun's eyes, which had witnessed countless deaths and vicissitudes of life, instantly turned red at this moment.

My throat felt like it was blocked by something, and my voice was incredibly hoarse.

He reached out with trembling hands and carefully stroked the boy's warm cheeks—the touch from his fingertips was real and delicate, carrying the slight body temperature of a living person.

Alive... truly alive!

Two lines of clear tears silently slid down Bu Jingyun's resolute face. These were tears of joy, but also tears of disbelief at surviving a calamity.

This man, who had never flinched in the face of thousands of troops, was now crying like a child.

"Could it be... a dream?"

Bu Jingyun's expression suddenly hardened.

His face, which had just been filled with tears of joy, suddenly showed an unprecedented fear—he was afraid.

He feared it was just a dream in his dying moments, that he would wake up on the cold stone steps at any moment, still holding a cold corpse in his arms.

"drink!"

With a low shout, Bu Jingyun suddenly channeled his inner energy and unleashed a "Cloud-Dispelling Palm" strike, which landed heavily on his own chest!

"puff--!"

Blood gushed out, and a few drops splashed onto Bu Tian's clothes.

A wave of excruciating pain swept over his entire body in an instant, causing Bu Jingyun's facial features to contort for a moment.

"Father!! What are you doing?!" Bu Tian was shocked and rushed forward to check his father's injuries, his eyes instantly reddening.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet! How could you hit yourself!"

However, Bu Jingyun laughed.

Ignoring the blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, he pulled Bu Tian into a tight embrace, his strength almost crushing the boy into his bones.

He laughed maniacally, tears streaming down his face. His laughter echoed in the quiet room, carrying an indescribable bitterness and ecstasy.

"It hurts...it hurts so much..." He rested his chin on the top of Bu Tian's head, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"If you can feel pain, it's not a dream! Tian'er... isn't dead!!"

Bu Tian was being strangled by his father until he could barely breathe, but he did not struggle.

He reached out and gently wrapped his arms around Bu Jingyun's back, burying his face in his father's chest.

He could clearly feel his father's frantic heartbeat, the uncontrollable trembling of his iron arms, and the warm tears falling drop by drop onto his hair.

I have never seen my father cry, never.

Bu Tian felt a lump in his throat, and tears streamed down his face, but he hid his face even deeper so his father wouldn't see.

After a long while, Bu Jingyun finally calmed his turbulent emotions.

But his arms still held Bu Tian tightly, as if afraid that if he let go, the person in front of him would disappear like a bubble.

"Tian'er, who exactly saved you?"

Bu Tian peeked out from his father's arms, wiped away his tears, and said in a clear voice:

"Father, it was Brother Jiang who saved my life!"

"Brother Jiang?"

Bu Jingyun was taken aback upon hearing this.

The ecstasy on his face suddenly froze, replaced by a rather subtle look of astonishment.

He frowned slightly, looking at his innocent-looking son, and a sense of absurdity welled up inside him—

"You call him 'elder brother'? Does that mean... you're treating him as an equal?"

Bu Tian scratched the back of his head, looking utterly innocent.

"It was Brother Jiang who insisted!"

He said he was in his prime, and calling him "uncle" would make him sound old, so he insisted that his son call him "elder brother."

"I thought that since he saved my life, calling him 'brother' wouldn't hurt me, so I agreed."

Bu Jingyun's lips twitched slightly, his expression complex.

He wanted to say something, but felt it wasn't quite right to say it, so he remained silent in the end.

Jiang Chen has always been like this; when he's being unreliable, he can drive people crazy, but when it really matters, he's more dependable than anyone else.

Just then, a clear voice drifted in from outside the door—

"A name is just a label; why worry about how you address someone?"

Before he could finish speaking, the door opened slightly.

Dressed in pristine white, she entered slowly.

The newcomer was tall and slender, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, possessing an extraordinary and otherworldly demeanor. His deep eyes revealed a calm understanding of the world.

He gently waved a folding fan in his hand, his gait leisurely and unhurried, as if nothing in the world could make him anxious.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Bu Tian's eyes lit up, and he jogged to greet him.

"Brother Jiang! My father is awake!"

Jiang Chen gently tapped Bu Tian on the head with his folding fan:

"I'm not blind."

Bu Tian grinned, not offended at all, and nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, Brother Jiang knows everything!"

Watching his son circling around Jiang Chen, Bu Jingyun felt a mix of emotions.

A life-saving grace is heavier than Mount Tai.

But facing Jiang Chen, he simply couldn't be at ease—

All the grudges from the past surged in his mind, making it difficult for him, a man who had never known what "embarrassment" meant, to speak.

After a moment of silence, he took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice:

"Jiang Chen... I've repeatedly made things difficult for you in the past, why did you still come to save my Tian'er?"

His words were firm, but the complexity and gratitude in his tone were impossible for him to hide.

Jiang Chen gently waved his folding fan and smiled calmly.

When Bu Jingyun's eyes met his, he felt that those eyes saw through him more clearly than anyone else's.

"The past is but a fleeting dream," Jiang Chen said casually, as if remarking on the pleasant weather.

"Cutting off your arm is the consequence of karma."

"Saving your son is also a matter of fate."

"Fate?" Bu Jingyun frowned, not quite understanding what this person, who was used to being carefree, meant by suddenly saying such a thing.

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, closed his folding fan, and revealed a rare serious expression:

"This child has exceptional talent and a resolute character; we are destined to be master and disciple."

"Master and disciple?!"

Bu Jingyun was jolted, as if struck by lightning!

He sat up straight on the bed in an instant—he hadn't even reacted this strongly after being slapped by himself.

Jiang Chen's abilities are beyond the comprehension of gods and ghosts.

Bu Jingyun knew better than anyone how capable this man was—he had experienced it firsthand.

If Tian'er could become his disciple... not only would her life be safe, but her future would be limitless!

This is an incredible opportunity that you'd be hard-pressed to find even with a lantern!

Upon thinking of this, Bu Jingyun was overjoyed.

Past grudges?

What grudge?

Bu Jingyun has never been a vengeful person—provided, of course, that the other party shows sufficient sincerity.

As for accepting disciples and passing on skills, this sincerity is enough.

He abruptly turned to look at Bu Tian and shouted sharply—

"Tian'er! Kneel down now!"

Bu Tian was startled by his father's sudden sternness.

He had just been chatting and laughing with Jiang Chen when he suddenly heard that voice. Almost instinctively, he dropped to his knees with a loud "thump."

After kneeling down, he realized what had happened and looked completely bewildered.

"Dad...why are you kneeling?"

Bu Jingyun pointed at Jiang Chen, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"I kowtow! I pay my respects to my Master!!"