I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Tsk tsk tsk, their love is so touching."

Wu Er crossed his arms, looking down at the two of them with a wicked glint in his eyes:

"Since you two are so deeply in love, I will grant your wish."

He turned to look at the several burly men behind him, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Drag this little wench next door and let the brothers 'take good care' of her."

"Remember—make sure our hero Huai Kong hears it clearly."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Several burly men, their eyes gleaming with greed, grinned menacingly as they approached Luo Xian.

"No...no..." Luo Xian retreated in terror, clutching Huai Kong's sleeve tightly.

"Brother Huai, save me!!"

"You beasts!! How dare you!!"

Huai Kong's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a deafening roar as he struggled desperately to stand up.

However, although the poison was neutralized, the major acupoints throughout the body were still locked by the silver needles.

No matter how hard he tried, his body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

A burly man reached out to grab Luo Xian's arm, but Huai Kong mustered her last bit of strength and lunged forward, biting the burly man's wrist hard!

"Ouch!" the burly man cried out in pain, kicking Huai Kong away as blood gushed from his wrist.

"Damn it, you dare bite me!"

"Alright," Wu Er said with a half-smile.

"It can't move its whole body, but it can still bite people with its mouth. That's quite creative."

He crouched down, used the tip of his shoe to lift Huai Kong's chin, and leaned close to his ear, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"I want you to open your eyes and see."

"Who told you to meddle in my business back then?"

"Let her go! Wu Er! Come at me if you dare!!"

Huai Kong roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot, and two streams of bloody tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Coming after you? That's no fun." Wu Er stood up, brushing the dust off his knees.

"take away."

"Ah—! Brother Huai! Help me—!!"

Luo Xian's mournful cries, accompanied by the sound of tearing clothes, gradually faded into the darkness of the neighboring cell.

"Ah—! No...please...no..."

From the cell next door came Luo Xian's desperate screams, mixed with the men's rude laughter.

Each scream was like a rusty, dull knife sawing back and forth across his hollow heart.

pain!

It hurts a thousand times more than a thousand poisons gnawing at the heart!

angry!

An rage so intense it could burn through heaven and earth!

hatred!

I hate my own incompetence!!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Huai Kong looked up at the sky and howled, his voice like that of a wounded lone wolf, mournful and desolate, shaking the entire dungeon.

Extreme pain, extreme anger, extreme hatred.

Three emotions churned within him, surging like magma—

Then it exploded.

An unprecedentedly terrifying power exploded from the depths of his dantian!

That was the will to survive that broke through everything!

That is the fire of revenge that will burn the evils of the world to ashes!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions suddenly erupted!

The silver needles that were deeply embedded in the flesh and bone of Huai Kong's major acupoints were actually forced out of his body by this violent true energy, turning into specks of cold stars that shot out!

"What?!"

Wu Er and Bai Ling's expressions changed simultaneously, their eyes filled with horror.

Before they could even react—

Huai Kong has already launched an attack!

"No one else! Prepare to die!!"

He was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, and he looked like a vengeful ghost. He moved like lightning and instantly appeared in front of Wu Er, unleashing a palm strike!

This palm strike was imbued with all his life's power, and filled with boundless rage and killing intent!

"Bang--!"

Before Wu Er could even scream, he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the stone wall. Blood gushed from his mouth as he slumped limply into the muddy water like a tattered sack.

The man who was just moments ago drinking and watching the show with smug satisfaction is now sprawled on the filthy ground like a dead dog.

His eyes were still wide open, his face filled with disbelief, and he mumbled something through his mouth, blood and foam mixed in:

"No...it's impossible...I clearly blocked you..."

Huai Kong didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.

"Snap—!"

He leaped forward and stomped heavily on Wu Er's chest!

With a sickening cracking sound of his sternum breaking, Wu Er's eyes bulged out suddenly, and the rest of his sentence, along with the blood clots rising in his throat, was stomped back down into his stomach, leaving him completely silent.

The trampled pieces were completely destroyed, but Huai Kong did not stop for a moment.

He turned his head sharply, his blood-red eyes locking onto Bai Ling.

Bai Ling turned pale with fright, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, desperately crawling backward. She dug her fingers into the cracks in the rocks, not even feeling her nails break.

"No...don't come any closer..."

Her voice trembled, and she could hardly breathe—half an hour ago she was stepping on the back of this man's hand, but now she was so terrified that she couldn't even cry.

"I need to clean house... of this!!"

Huai Kong gritted his teeth, stomped his foot, and pounced on Bai Ling with chilling killing intent—

Just as the hand was about to grip Bai Ling's throat—

"puff--!"

Huai Kong's body trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The backlash from forcibly stimulating the acupoints has arrived.

The attack just now was already at its last gasp.

The world spun before my eyes, and darkness once again swept in, overwhelming everything.

"No... Luo Xian..."

He roared inwardly in despair, but his body was no longer under his control. He collapsed heavily to the ground and lost consciousness completely.

The dungeon fell silent once more.

The screams from the neighboring cell also quietly ceased at that moment...

I don't know how much time passed.

Huai Kong slowly regained consciousness.

The expected excruciating pain did not come. Instead, I felt a warm current flowing through my limbs and bones, like withered trees coming back to life, an indescribable comfort.

He suddenly opened his eyes—

It's not a dungeon.

It is an elegant and quiet retreat.

It was clean and warm, and not only did it not smell of blood, but there was also a faint scent of sandalwood in the air, which smelled wonderful.

He rolled his eyes and found that not only was he lying on a soft bed, but his clothes, which were originally covered in mud and blood, had been quickly changed into a set of dry and comfortable white undergarments. Even the dirt around his broken fingernails had been washed clean.

This treatment is like going from the deepest hell to heaven in a second.

"Don't move your eyes around once you're awake."

A cool, clear voice came from in front of me.

He then noticed that a figure was sitting cross-legged in front of him, with both palms pressed against a major acupoint on his chest, continuously channeling true energy into him.

The person was wearing an embroidered robe, and his face was covered with a strange mask with five colors, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

But Huai Kong couldn't possibly fail to recognize that arrogant and disdainful attitude.

"Goddess...is that you?" Huai Kong was about to speak when his chest tightened.

"Shut up!" The Mother Goddess's voice carried an undeniable authority.

"I'm currently performing a bloodletting procedure on you!"

"Your anger caused you to rush into your acupoints, almost depleting your internal energy and nearly severing your meridians."

"If I hadn't used the 'Sacred Heart Mantra' to clear your blockage in time, you would have exploded with anger and died by now!"

Huai Kong was startled and immediately shut up, obediently cooperating with the true energy and guiding the chaotic energy within his body.

As expected, the external internal force was as vast as the sea, yet as gentle as jade. Wherever it passed, the meridians healed rapidly, and the depleted dantian was replenished.

It took a full forty-nine cycles.

"Hoo—" The Divine Mother exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and withdrew her palm after finishing her practice.

Huai Kong shuddered – his internal energy surged and became even more refined than before he was injured!

"If I hadn't intervened, you would have been dead long ago."

The goddess said calmly, her tone implying that "you should be grateful."

"Yes... thank you, Mother Goddess."

Huai Kong wanted to clasp his hands in a salute, but he only raised his hands halfway before his arms started to ache, so he lowered them again.

"You're already going through all that trouble just because you're feeling better?"

The goddess spoke as if she were scolding a disobedient child.

Huai Kong was shocked to discover that this mysterious and unpredictable goddess mother was somewhat like his master when she was disciplining people.

He rolled off the bed, not bothering to straighten his clothes, his gaze fixed intently on the goddess, and a series of questions blurted out:

"Where is this?"

Why did you save me?

"What about Bai Ling and Wu Er?"

"And—how is Luo Xian?"

The goddess slowly rose, stood with her hands behind her back, and her mask appeared even more enigmatic under the lamplight.

"You're asking too many questions." Her tone was indifferent with a hint of amusement. "I'll only answer one."

Huai Kong felt a sudden tightness in his heart.

He knew that the Mother Goddess was eccentric and that once she said something, it meant it; further prodding would only backfire.

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and all the questions ultimately coalesced into a tear-streaked face.

He took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Miss Luo... was she really... taken advantage of by those beasts, Wu Er...?"

Before he could finish speaking, his voice was already trembling.

The eyes behind the goddess's mask flickered slightly, then she said calmly:

"Rest assured, Miss Luo has been properly taken care of and is unharmed."

"really?!"

Huai Kong's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for who knows how long, finally settled down. He let out a long breath as if all the air had been released, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

He lowered his head, trying his best to hold back, but his voice still escaped:

"Thank you, Mother Goddess... Thank you..."

The goddess glanced at him, seemingly surprised that this tough, unyielding man would have tears in his eyes.

She turned her head away and muttered something irritatingly:

"A real man isn't afraid of death, why are you crying here?"

"How embarrassing!"

Although her tone was fierce, she paused as she turned to leave.

Then she pulled a snow-white silk handkerchief that exuded a faint fragrance from her sleeve, and without even looking at it, she tossed it behind her back, and with a "smack," it accurately smeared Huai Kong's face, who was still in a daze.

"Wipe it clean first."

"Don't make my abode dirty with your snot and tears."

After saying this, he waved his sleeve and was about to turn and leave when a long, thunderous sound broke the silence of the retreat.

"Gurgle, gurgle—"

Huai Kong had not eaten or drunk anything for several days and nights, and his stomach was growling loudly from hunger.

The tender atmosphere that had just been created—an elder scolding a younger person with "reddened eyes"—shattered instantly.

The goddess paused for a moment. Although her expression was hidden behind the mask, Huai Kong was quite certain that she had rolled her eyes.

"...I've left you some roast chicken and wine on the table. Eat your fill before you start your meditation."

After saying that, the door slammed shut with a loud bang.

He walked very fast, giving the impression that he was fleeing in embarrassment.

Huai Kong slowly pulled off the silk handkerchief from her face, and a faint fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

In the blink of an eye, a large roast chicken, glistening with oil and still steaming, was placed on the table.

Gudong.

He swallowed hard, like a starving ghost being reincarnated.

His usually resolute and handsome face flushed a rare red. After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a soft sentence into the empty doorway:

"...Thank you."