I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Bu Tian hadn't fully grasped the situation yet, but in the Bu family, there was an ironclad rule—

Do as your father says.

He immediately kowtowed three times respectfully to Jiang Chen, the three muffled thuds landing solidly on the floor.

"Disciple Bu Tian greets Master!"

Jiang Chen accepted the greeting, a playful smile playing on his lips.

He stepped forward slowly, twirled the folding fan in his palm, then put it into his sleeve. He then extended a finger and gently touched Bu Tian's brow.

Bu Tian felt a chill between his brows, as if he had been touched by a drop of icy spring water, and his whole body shuddered.

"Now that you have joined my sect, I will impart to you my divine skills."

Jiang Chen's voice suddenly changed, no longer the nonchalant tone from before, but carrying an indescribable solemnity and depth, as if the world itself had fallen silent for this moment.

"This skill is called the 'Boundless Divine Skill'."

The moment the words left his mouth, a vast, ocean-like flow of information surged into Bu Tian's mind.

Bu Tian's body jolted violently, his eyes widened, and his pupils contracted sharply.

A vast amount of cultivation techniques, mantras, energy circulation routes, and essential mental principles flooded into his consciousness like a burst dam, densely packed and boundless, so much so that it made one's scalp tingle.

"The immeasurable is beyond counting, endless." Jiang Chen withdrew his fingers, stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke softly.

"This skill encompasses all things in heaven and earth, transforming the mundane into the miraculous, and possesses limitless potential."

"It suits your name perfectly, and it suits your destiny perfectly."

Bu Tian felt as if a new world had exploded in his mind, with countless profound methods shining like stars.

Although he couldn't fully grasp even a fraction of its essence, he could already vaguely sense the profound depth and boundless power of this technique.

Like an ant standing on the seashore, it is swallowed up by the boundless grandeur with just one glance.

Watching from the side, Bu Jingyun was captivated, his fists clenching unconsciously.

Although he didn't know what the "Boundless Divine Skill" was, he knew from Jiang Chen's solemn attitude when he was passing on the skill, and Bu Tian's distraught reaction, that this skill was no ordinary technique.

"Thank you, Master, for bestowing this merit!"

Bu Tian snapped out of his shock and bowed respectfully once again.

His eyes were filled with reverence and excitement.

It wasn't greed for the cultivation technique, but rather a heartfelt reverence for the man before her.

Jiang Chen withdrew his fingers, stood with his hands behind his back, and his white robes fluttered gently in the breeze.

He turned around, looked out the window at the swirling snow, and remained silent for a moment.

"Cultivate diligently, and do not waste this opportunity."

His voice was very soft and faint, like a murmur carried on the wind.

"In the future, this world will ultimately belong to you young people."

Outside, the wind and snow howled, but inside, the fire in the stove burned brightly.

Having just received the "Boundless Divine Skill," Bu Tian's mind was filled with the incantation of the technique. He was so excited that he couldn't sit still and wished he could immediately sit cross-legged and meditate on it for three to five years.

Looking at his son's silly grin, Bu Jingyun couldn't help but smile.

However, the warmth did not last long.

Jiang Chen suddenly waved his sleeve:

"Alright, the transmission of skills is complete. You two can go down the mountain now."

"what?"

Bu Tian's joy froze instantly, and he stood there stunned, staring at Jiang Chen in disbelief.

"Master...Master? Are you trying to send your disciple away?"

Bu Jingyun also frowned, clasped his hands in greeting, and said:

"Senior, Tian'er has just begun to learn the basics and hasn't even laid a solid foundation yet. Moreover, this 'Boundless Divine Skill' is profound and obscure. Without a master's guidance, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of?" Jiang Chen glanced at him.

"Afraid of going astray in cultivation? Or afraid of becoming an idiot?"

Bu Jingyun was speechless.

Jiang Chen possesses extraordinary abilities; since he dares to pass on his knowledge, he must be confident in his abilities.

But isn't it a bit too inhumane to kick someone out right after they've become an apprentice?

Bu Tian became even more anxious, and knelt down with a thud, his knees hitting the floor with a dull thud. He said urgently:

"Master! It's not that I'm afraid of hardship or fatigue, but since I've become your disciple, it's my duty to serve you, to serve you tea and water, and to be at your beck and call!"

"How can someone be kicked off the mountain right after becoming an apprentice?"

In his naive understanding, the process of becoming an apprentice and learning a skill required spending at least ten years in the deep mountains and forests with one's master.

Every day before dawn, they would get up to practice horse stance, fetch water, and chop wood, practicing until they had mastered their skills before they could go down the mountain and roam the martial arts world.

I hadn't even warmed my seat before I was kicked down the mountain?

He had never heard of a master being like this in his entire life.

Jiang Chen glanced at the kneeling boy, shook his head helplessly, walked to the window and pushed it open. The cold wind carried snowflakes in, and the fire in the stove flickered.

"Serve me? Serve tea and water?" He chuckled lightly.

"The Tianshan Mountains are so peaceful; I find it noisy if even one more person breathes."

Bu Tian: "..."

Bu Jingyun: "..."

This reason is fresh and unconventional, and cannot be refuted.

Jiang Chen turned around, his gaze suddenly changed, and his previous laziness vanished.

"Tian'er, remember this."

"A towering tree cannot be grown in a greenhouse, nor can an unparalleled expert be trained in the deep mountains."

"I will pass on to you the 'Boundless Divine Skill,' which can absorb all things in heaven and earth and transform decay into wonder."

"But where do these 'heaven and earth and all things' come from? And where is this 'rotten wonder'?"

Jiang Chen stretched out a long, slender finger and pointed towards the vast land below the mountain outside the window.

"In the martial world, in the mortal realm, in people's hearts."

"If you are trapped on this Tianshan Mountain, even if you train for a hundred years, you will only be a martial artist with brute strength."

"Only by immersing oneself in the mortal world, experiencing love, hate, and passion, and witnessing the myriad aspects of human nature, can one truly understand the meaning of the word 'immeasurable'."

Bu Tian was stunned for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up as if he had been hit on the head.

"Disciple...understands!" Bu Tian kowtowed heavily, his forehead hitting the floor with a loud thud, his tone utterly resolute.

"Master's intentions are profound; he wants his disciple to temper her character in the mortal world!"

"Your disciple will certainly live up to your high expectations. I will now descend the mountain and venture into the world!"

Bu Jingyun listened from the side and nodded secretly.

That makes perfect sense.

His extraordinary martial arts skills were all forged in bloody battles.

Working in isolation will never lead to great achievements.

"Now that you understand, let's get going." Jiang Chen waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies.

"Stop standing there in the way."

Bu Tian stood up and bowed, his eyes slightly red.

"Master, when I become successful in the future, I will come back to see you first!"

"No need." Jiang Chen didn't even look up. "You won't open the door when you come back."

Bu Tian choked for a moment, but his smile widened even further.

This is his master—stubborn on the outside but soft on the inside.

Bu Jingyun also clasped his hands in a salute.

His former mortal enemy, now his mentor, couldn't utter any fancy words, only uttering two heavy syllables—

Thank you.

The father and son turned around, pushed open the door, and stepped into the wind and snow.

Jiang Chen glanced at him before turning and returning to his bedroom.

Pushing open the door, the room was empty, the bedding neatly folded, and there was no sign of human presence.

He glanced at the empty bed and muttered something:

"Where have those two girls run off to again...?"

Without thinking any further, I yawned, flopped onto the bed, and completely let loose.

"Oh my god, they're finally gone." He grabbed an apple from the table, took a bite, and mumbled indistinctly.

"Taking on apprentices is the most troublesome thing. You have to provide them with food and lodging, and you also have to prepare lessons and teach them. It's like running a private school."

He turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice:

"Refining one's heart in the mortal world? Heh heh, that's just nonsense for fooling children."

"I just find it noisy and want to get a good night's sleep..."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already fallen asleep.

However, before he could even get a full cup of tea's worth of sleep, the door was pushed open.

"Master."

A cold, clear female voice rang out, utterly devoid of politeness.

Jiang Chen didn't even lift his eyelids: "No time, I'm sleeping."

The visitor remained unmoved, walked straight to the soft couch, and looked down at Jiang Chen, who was sprawled out like a rag doll.

This was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a light blue dress, with delicate features and a cool demeanor in her eyes that seemed out of place for her age.

It was Qingge, Jiang Chen's disciple.

"Who were those two people who came down the mountain just now?" Qingge asked directly.

"Oh, that." Jiang Chen mumbled an "Mmm," his face still buried in the pillow.

"Bu Jingyun and his son."

"I took his son, Bu Tian, ​​as my disciple, taught him my skills, and sent him down the mountain."

Qingge frowned slightly: "You took on a junior brother, why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't we just say that?"

"..."

Qingge took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress the urge to roll her eyes.

Jiang Chen finally lifted half his face from under the pillow, glanced at her, and chuckled:

"They haven't gone far yet. Why don't you catch up with them and meet your junior brother?"

"I'm not going," Qingge replied coldly.

"What kind of senior sister would have the audacity to chase after someone and claim kinship? You're the one who should be introduced."

"Oh dear, I forgot." Jiang Chen felt guilty and buried his face back down.

Qingge stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly asked:

"Master, how many disciples have you taken in?"

Jiang Chen turned over, his back to her, and lazily waved his hand:

When the time is right, you'll know.

"What kind of answer is that?"

"That's a very good answer." Jiang Chen's voice was already starting to slur.

"Alright, alright, stop making noise... Let your teacher sleep a little longer..."

Qingge glanced at him helplessly, then turned and walked towards the door.

As he reached the door, he paused slightly and glanced back at the direction where Bu Jingyun and his son had disappeared.

Bu Tian... Junior Brother?

She gently closed the door, locking her master inside.

In the far north, amidst a blizzard, Huai Kong and Luo Xian trudged through the desolate wilderness.

Luo Xian, wrapped in a thick fur coat, was stamping her feet from the cold, and finally couldn't help but tug at Huai Kong's sleeve:

"Brother Huai, let's take a rest. My toes are almost numb."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure huddled in the snowstorm ahead—

He was wearing a tattered sheepskin coat, shivering from the cold, and had a strangely shaped short sword hanging at his waist.

"Wu Er?" Huai Kong was taken aback, then recognized him.

"Huai Kong?!" Wu Er suddenly looked up, his shrewd face full of surprise.