I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

On the back of his scarred face, the veins on the hand gripping the pipe bulged visibly, and he gritted his teeth, forcing out the words:

"Bu Jingyun... Back when he was Xiong Ba's most ruthless lackey and top assassin in the World Society, he didn't even spare the elderly, the weak, women, or children!"

"My Ironblood Arrow Manor, with its three hundred and twenty people, was wiped out in one night!"

"Even the dog tied up in the yard wasn't left with a complete corpse!"

"Snapped!"

Consumed by rage, Scarface grabbed his pipe and slammed it heavily onto the granite steps as if venting his anger, creating a bright trail of sparks in the dim twilight.

"For years, I've dreamed of skinning him alive and pulling out his tendons!"

"So now this serial killer has washed his hands of the trade? He's hiding in the village, pretending to be a good husband and father, enjoying a life of luxury eating seafood every day?"

"Why the hell does he get to do this?! There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

A short man with the lower half of his face covered and triangular eyes sneered and chimed in a low voice:

"I heard that grandson settled down here and hasn't laid a hand on anyone in over ten years! Chun Chun has become a poor fisherman!"

"I don't care if he's fishing or praying to Buddha! My master's entire family was wiped out by him, and I'm going to get that old score back from his wife and kids, with interest!"

"That's right! We must take them! I won't rest in peace until I wipe out their entire family!"

Scarface was completely enraged. He suddenly stood up and tucked the still-smoking pipe into his coarse cloth belt.

In the howling sea wind, he stared intently at the increasingly dark, ink-like sky, his eyes like those of a starving wolf:

"Even if Bu Jingyun's martial arts are unparalleled, if I can't kill him, I'll still set this village ablaze!"

"At worst, we'll both die. I'll make sure he never gets another night of peaceful sleep!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burly man who had been sitting on a wrecked boat, pretending to mend a fishing net, suddenly stopped the fishing net needle he was working with.

The burly man didn't look up; he simply spoke in an extremely cold and somber voice:

"You'd better put away that impatient temper of yours."

"These past few days, we're not the only ones who've come to Beishui Township to wait for the culprits, drawn by the smell of blood."

The burly man slowly raised his head, revealing a terrifying sword wound running from his forehead to his chin, and coldly swept his gaze across the surrounding shadows:

"The enemies of the World Society from back then, and the remnants of various sects, have long since gathered from all directions."

"This fishing village appears peaceful on the surface, but in reality, a tight and impenetrable net has long been woven."

"If Bu Jingyun dares to step into the village even half a step, I guarantee that even if he grew eighty wings, he won't return alive!"

The sea breeze suddenly picked up, whipping up layers of pale white waves that crashed heavily against the hard rocks.

Thick clouds rolled in over this small northern water town, as if they had solidified into a blinding blood cloud that could not be dispersed no matter what.

An unprecedented bloodbath and torrential rain are quietly approaching.

The setting sun was like blood, and the last rays of light were swallowed by the horizon. Night fell like a silent giant net, quietly enveloping the entire northern water town.

The waves crashed against the oyster-shell-covered rocks, producing a deep, rhythmic sound, as if softly recounting the untold secrets of this fishing village.

"Squeak—squeak—"

A weathered, ordinary fishing boat pushed through the murky waves and slowly approached the dock.

The ship's hull scraped against the seawater, producing a piercing groan.

Chu Chu gripped the oars, splintered from being soaked in seawater, tightly with both hands, and rowed vigorously through the water.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead, which clung to her disheveled hair as the sea breeze blew.

She gritted her teeth and finally managed to dock the old fishing boat at the moss-covered pier.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, laboriously hoisted the heavy fish basket that bent her back, and waded across the slippery plank to the shore.

Although her body was covered in the smell of the sea and weathered by the elements, her face still exuded an irresistible gentleness.

She looked up and gazed at the simple courtyard enclosed by a fence in the distance.

A dim oil lamp in the courtyard swayed precariously in the sea breeze, casting a lonely, warm light.

Chu Chu's heart clenched involuntarily.

"Tian'er, this child..." she murmured to herself, her brows furrowed with helplessness.

"His stubbornness, which refuses to back down even when he's bleeding, is truly a carbon copy of his father."

The note left under the rough porcelain teacup on the table seemed to still be swaying before her eyes.

Bu Tian eventually left.

With just a thin piece of paper, without even turning his head, he plunged headlong into the ruthless world of martial arts.

His arrogant and unruly personality is exactly the same as that of the Uncrying Death God who once dominated the World Society.

Chu Chu sighed deeply, tightened the straw rope that left red marks on her shoulders, and walked along the muddy and winding stone path toward the small fenced courtyard that could barely be called "home".

However, what she didn't know was that a deadly trap was already lurking in the darkness.

In the pitch-black shadows behind the stone steps, several pairs of cold eyes were fixed on her slender back.

"Brother, I saw it clearly." A lean assassin lowered his voice, his tone revealing barely suppressed excitement.

"This woman, once she entered Bu Jingyun's household, will definitely become his wife."

The scarred man at the head of the group took a deep drag on his pipe, and in the dim light, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in his fierce eyes.

"Since she is Bu Jingyun's wife, it's no wonder we're ruthless."

He slowly exhaled thick yellow smoke into the air, the smoke being torn into hideous shapes by the sea breeze, like the face of a demon.

The scarred man gritted his teeth, forcing out each word slowly and deliberately, the veins on his temples throbbing with each syllable:

"Kill this woman first, and let Bu Jingyun taste what it means to have his family destroyed and his loved ones lost."

"—This is called paying for blood debts with blood."

"Let's do it!"

The group exchanged glances, their hands on their weapons, and the killing intent they had suppressed for more than ten years finally burst forth like a tidal wave.

The scarred man tucked his pipe into his belt, his rough hands gripping the bow tightly, his knuckles cracking from the force, ready to launch a sudden attack.

"call--!"

At that moment, a sudden change occurred.

A sudden gust of wind rose from the ground and howled in without warning.

The wind came strangely, cold and biting, with a suffocating sense of oppression, like a sigh from the deepest hell.

The howling sound echoed in the night, like a vengeful ghost weeping in one's ear.

The yellow sand and fallen leaves were churned into a roaring black dragon, sweeping straight toward the Bu family.

"Who goes there?!"

Everyone was terrified and forced to retreat by the strong wind pressure. Forget about drawing their swords to kill, even their eyes were stung by the strong wind, and they could only raise their sleeves to shield themselves.

The wind came quickly and stopped even faster.

One moment it was a raging storm, the next it was deathly silent.

As the dust settled, three figures appeared out of nowhere outside the fence.

The person in the lead had long, ink-black hair that fluttered gently in the wind.

His blue robe fluttered in the wind, his posture was as upright as a pine tree, and his face was handsome and refined.

A pair of clear, deep eyes, like a bottomless ancient well, exude a gentle compassion for humanity, yet also possess an arrogant pride that looks down upon the world.

The God of the Wind – Nie Feng.

Beside him stood a beautiful, aloof, and spirited woman with a sword—Dugu Meng.

Dugu Meng held the hand of a beautiful little girl, about six years old, whose big, bright eyes darted around as she curiously looked at her surroundings.

Their beloved daughter, Nie Qing.

Before the assassin in the darkness could react, Nie Feng slightly turned his head, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the dark corners in the distance.

"Hmph, a bunch of worthless chickens and dogs."

This glance, seemingly ordinary, was like a sharp sword piercing through the night.

Hiding in the shadows, the Ironblood Arrow Manor members felt a chill run from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. Their hearts felt as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and even breathing became difficult.

This is an absolute crushing of strength; one's gaze alone is enough to awe and terrify.

Nie Feng withdrew his gaze, ignoring the group of clowns, and turned to the tightly closed wooden gate before him, saying loudly:

"Is Senior Brother Yun home?"

The sound was not loud, but it was concentrated and clear, entering the room.

"Squeak—"

The wooden gate opened slightly.

Chu Chu had just unloaded the fish basket, her brow still damp with sweat, when she heard a commotion outside and came out in confusion.

When she finally saw who it was, illuminated by the light coming from inside the house, she was taken aback at first, then her face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Wind? Dream Girl? How could it be you?"

She hurried forward, unconsciously rubbing her hands vigorously on her apron, as if she felt it was unseemly to have her hands covered in fishy smell.

Dugu Meng, however, reached out and grasped her wrist before she could react. Looking down, her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Chu Chu's palms were covered with rough, cracked calluses, and there were still bits of fish scales stuck between her fingers. A fresh cut on her index finger, caused by a splinter from a boat oar, was oozing blood.

"Sister-in-law, you've worked so hard." Dugu Meng's voice wasn't loud, but her tone revealed genuine concern.

"Where's Senior Brother Yun? Why were you sent out to sea fishing alone?"

Chu Chu hurriedly pulled her hand back, hiding it behind her back, and forced a smile:

"It's alright, it's alright, I'm used to it, it's just rough work..."

Before she could finish speaking, Nie Qing had already broken free from her mother's hand and ran up to Chu Chu, tilting her little head up and staring at her with her big, dark, grape-like eyes.

"Auntie, your hand is bleeding."

The little girl spoke in a childish voice, pulled a crumpled little handkerchief from her sleeve, and tiptoed to wrap it around Chu Chu's fingers.

"Father said that if you bleed, you should bandage it up, otherwise it will hurt."

Chu Chu paused for a moment, then bent down and gently touched Nie Qing's hair, her eyes suddenly reddening.

"Good boy..."

She spoke in a hoarse voice, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Seeing this scene, Nie Feng's gaze softened slightly, and then he asked in a deep voice:

"Sister-in-law, where did Senior Brother Yun go?"

Chu Chu picked up Nie Qing, remained silent for a moment, and the last trace of a smile she had managed to maintain finally crumbled.

"Brother Yun... he's been away from home for quite some time now." Her voice was hoarse.

He left without saying a word.

She paused, as if hesitating whether to continue, and finally bit her lip.

"Not only him, but Tian'er... is gone too."

"He left a letter and ran away, just like his father. We couldn't stop him."

"I'm the only one left in this family."

When she spoke the last few words, her voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.