I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Outside the door, the moonlight was cold and clear, and the wind howled, whipping up snowflakes.

It was so cold that people kept shrinking their necks.

As the goddess entered the courtyard, two figures emerged from the shadows and stood respectfully on either side.

On the left is a hunched-over man with a wrinkled face who smiles like a Maitreya Buddha, rubbing his hands together and breathing on them repeatedly.

"Oh my goodness, this old man is freezing!"

"Hey, Mother Goddess, next time, can't you let someone else do this 'playing dead' thing?"

"The coffin lid was too hard; it made my back ache from sleeping on it!"

It was Old Man Luo who should have "died" long ago.

The man on the right was burly and, despite the freezing weather, was only wearing a sleeveless shirt. He radiated heat, looking like a walking furnace.

It is also a fire element that should have "died" long ago.

While complaining, Old Luo didn't stand on ceremony and quickly moved closer to the fire god to warm himself by the fire. He also took out two old, ash-covered peanuts that he had been carrying for who knows how long and put them in his mouth to chew.

Huo Sha's face turned green with disgust, and he took half a step to the side: "You stink like a corpse, you old geezer, get lost."

"Why is your stove so stingy? Borrowing a little heat won't cost you a piece of meat." Old Luo pretended not to hear, took another half step closer, and turned to look at the Goddess with a beaming smile.

"Goddess, you've gone to so much trouble to arrange this elaborate drama."

"From having me fake my death to test this kid, to personally staging a humiliating self-inflicted injury to force him to explode, all to help this foolish boy toughen his heart... you've truly gone to great lengths!"

Huo Sha replied with a sullen face:

"It was one thing to forge his heart, but the Divine Mother even used the Sacred Heart Technique bestowed by Heaven to heal him."

"This kind of work is extremely energy-consuming, and your own physical and mental exhaustion will be considerable."

"If this gets to 'Tian's' ears..."

"It's alright."

The goddess remained expressionless, glancing through her mask at the tightly closed door.

You could tell she was in a pretty good mood; her voice, unusually, carried a hint of satisfied cheerfulness.

Old Luo poked his head out from behind Huo Sha, winked at the nonchalant Huo Sha, then gestured towards the house with his chin, chuckling softly in a low voice:

"One has to admit, the goddess's investment was well worth it!"

"Look at him, that silly boy just crawled back from the brink of death, he's in so much pain he's grimacing, but the first thing he asked when he opened his eyes was our little 'Luo Xian' girl, without asking anything else!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's some serious infatuation! Even his eyes are red!"

"Who does this silly boy take after?! Hahaha!"

A barely perceptible hint of tenderness flickered in the goddess's eyes. Completely ignoring the old man's disrespectful teasing, she simply uttered a few words with her hands behind her back:

"Not bad, this kid's character... it's very gratifying."

As snowflakes drifted down, the three figures gradually disappeared into the vast, cold night.

Inside the house of the Goddess.

Steam rises from an ornate bronze bathtub, with a few bright red rose petals floating on the surface.

Luo Xian's fair and jade-like body was lazily soaking in hot water, only revealing her rounded shoulders and a section of her slender and graceful neck.

Amidst the swirling mist, there was no trace of the pitiful state she had displayed in the dungeon, where she had screamed in agony and seemed unable to survive.

Recalling the scene in the dungeon, Luo Xian couldn't help but smile, and her eyes welled up with an almost obsessive glint.

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

Huai Kong's hoarse, desperate roar was like a jar of aged liquor, still buzzing in her mind, sending a strange tingling sensation through her entire body.

That man, the most unyielding man in the world, became so desperate for her that he even forgot his martial arts skills and rushed forward like a wild beast to bite off the big man's wrist.

"Brother Huai..."

Luo Xian closed her eyes, her slender fingers slowly sliding down her collarbone, which was covered in water droplets, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Whenever I close my eyes, all I see in my mind are Huai Kong's eyes, which shed blood because of her.

He was willing to risk his life for himself.

Luo Xian couldn't help but gently bite her lower lip, her chest heaving violently as she let out a soft moan that made one blush and their heart race.

I felt my heart beating faster than ever before, and an indescribable sweetness and excitement rushed from my lower abdomen to my head.

To be protected by a man who would risk his life for you, to be cherished so deeply in his heart...

This feeling is more addictive than any martial arts manual in the world.

"You are mine...and can only be mine."

She murmured softly, her fingers intertwined, trembling with extreme excitement.

Her eyes, which were originally brimming with tears, now revealed a chilling fervor amidst the shimmering water.

She leaned back against the tub, licked her red lips with the tip of her tongue as if she wanted more, and crossed her arms over her chest, as if she were greedily embracing the blood-covered man.

She slowly closed her eyes, completely immersing herself in the enchanting fantasy she shared with "Brother Huai".

In the empty room, only soft, bone-melting laughter remained, echoing endlessly with the sound of water.

The next morning.

Inside the secluded room, a solitary lamp flickered dimly, its red candlelight casting a swaying glow.

Huai Kong sat cross-legged on the couch, his body shrouded in true energy, and his complexion had regained its rosy hue.

The Sacred Heart Technique True Qi bestowed by the Divine Mother was indeed profound. It not only healed the injuries to his meridians, but also made his inner energy more surging than before, with faint signs of breaking through to a higher realm.

"call--"

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and Huai Kong's eyes suddenly opened, flashing with a sharp light.

He looked down at his hands, clenched his fists, felt the surging power within him, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

This feeling... I haven't felt this way in a long time.

He casually propped himself up on the table next to him, trying to stand up—

"Click."

He crushed a piece of the table corner, sending wood chips scattering all over the floor.

Huai Kong paused for a moment, looked down at the wood chips in his palm, then at the table with a missing corner, his expression somewhat subtle.

...His strength seems to have increased considerably.

He took a deep breath, as if something had been completely ignited.

His back straightened, his eyes flashed like lightning, and his entire aura suddenly changed—

Huai Kong, full of vigor and high spirits, has returned.

Just then—

"Da, da, da..."

Suddenly, a series of heavy footsteps came from outside the door, like the beating of drums, approaching from afar.

"Bang--!"

The wooden door was smashed open with brute force, and a biting wind, carrying snowflakes, rushed in.

A burly figure strode in, his face full of menacing features and his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

Unique!

Huai Kong's pupils contracted sharply, his killing intent instantly surging.

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with intense hatred!

"You treacherous bastard who betrayed your friends for personal gain! How dare you show your face again!!"

With a roar, Huai Kong pounced like a cheetah, striking Wu Er with the force of thunder!

Wu Er didn't dodge or flinch; instead, he grinned and threw a punch to meet the attack.

"Hey! Good timing!"

"Bang--!"

Fists and palms collided with a thunderous roar, the force spreading outwards, causing all the tables and chairs in the room to rattle and bang.

Huai Kong's palm strike was filled with boundless hatred and moved with the force of thunder.

Wu Er was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string, bursting through the door and crashing heavily into the stone wall of the courtyard, cracking the hard stone.

"puff--"

Wu Er landed on the ground, spurting blood wildly.

He lay on the ground for two seconds, grimaced, touched the back of his head, and muttered something:

"Damn...it hurts even more than last time..."

But then, a wide smile bloomed on his face. He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, threw his head back, and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha! Good! Excellent!"

"Having survived the ordeal of forging your heart, your martial arts have indeed improved by leaps and bounds! That palm strike was powerful!"

He struggled to his feet, coughing up blood as he brushed the dust off the wall, and didn't forget to turn back and shout towards the door:

"Bai Ling! Remember to pay me back the liniment you owe me! This is another one!"

Huai Kong braved the wind and snow as he entered and exited the hermitage, his brows furrowed, staring coldly at Wu Er, who was slumped in the snow, filled with suspicion.

"What...do you mean?"

Wu Er dusted himself off, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth:

"Hey! I just want to test you out and see just how much your skills have improved!"

Huai Kong's face was ashen, his aura held back, like a fully drawn bow:

"Wu Er! My power has been restored; you are no match for me!"

"Hehe, as long as it helps you master this divine skill, what's a little life worth in return?"

Wu Er chuckled.

Where is there even a trace of the former malice in his eyes?

Instead, there is a sense of open and uninhibited boldness.

"You..." Huai Kong was completely stunned.

Just then, a cold voice came from outside the door:

"At least all the hard work that Wu Er and I put in wasn't in vain."

Huai Kong suddenly looked up—

A figure dressed in pure white walked slowly from outside the courtyard gate, with a beautiful face and elegant demeanor.

"Bai Ling?"

Huai Kong stared at the woman in front of him, the woman he had once hated so much he wanted to grind his teeth, his eyes filled with an extremely complex expression.

Bai Ling walked to Wu Er's side, the two exchanged a glance, then turned to look at Huai Kong, a slight smile playing on her lips:

"It was all arranged by the Mother Goddess."

"The Divine Mother?" Huai Kong was taken aback.

Bai Ling nodded and said seriously:

"Everything that Wu Er and I did was to help you forge your heart."

"Forging the Heart..."

Huai Kong muttered to himself, images of his journey flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern—

Wu Er's betrayal, Bai Ling's humiliation, Luo Xian's disgrace...

Was all of this really for the sake of forging the heart?

"That's right," Wu Er continued, speaking in a deep voice.

"Huai Kong, you are kind-hearted by nature. This is your strength, but also your weakness."

"In this dog-eat-dog world, kindness often means weakness and defeat."

"The Mother Goddess values ​​your talent, but she also sees through your mental block."

"That's why I specially arranged this 'worldly trial' session."

"Only by experiencing extreme pain, anger, and hatred can you shatter the locks on your heart, making your will as firm as a rock, without any flaws!"

Bai Ling also sighed softly:

"Huai Kong, do you know?"

"The moment you broke through your acupoints to save Luo Xian—your heart was already forged."

Huai Kong listened to the two men's words, feeling a mix of emotions.

It turns out it was all a lie.

Wu Er did not betray, Bai Ling did not change her mind, and Luo Xian was not humiliated.

All the pain and despair are just a play to fulfill one's own desires.