I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Jiang Qingge remained calm, but she only knew how to use a sword.

Just now, she subconsciously used her sword energy to block the ball, which split the football in two, resulting in a direct foul and also causing another ball to go in.

"Qingge," Jiang Chen said calmly as he looked at the football that had been split in two.

"This is football, not killing enemies."

Jiang Qingge withdrew her sword-finger gesture expressionlessly, her ear tips slightly red: "...This disciple knows her mistake."

The only one who almost scored was Second Dream.

She used the power of dreams to create a momentary visual shift in front of Jiang Chen, taking the opportunity to try and send the ball into the goal.

As a result, Jiang Chen not only intercepted the ball with perfect precision, but also announced on the spot, "Using illusion magic is a violation of the rules, yellow card warning."

"What's a yellow card warning?" Second Dream asked, looking puzzled.

"It's a major demerit, and it's not allowed to happen again. If you use illusion magic again, you'll be kicked off the field immediately." Jiang Chen recited the rules fluently.

Second Dream, also aloof and proud, frowned upon hearing this and simply walked to the sidelines and sat down.

"Too many rules, I'm not playing anymore."

You Ruo leaned over to comfort him: "Sister Meng, don't pay attention to him. Your husband is just afraid of your illusion magic and is deliberately making up terms to target you."

"I know." Second Dream picked up his wine bowl, his expression indifferent. "But it won't hurt to let him be smug for a while."

If Jiang Chen's fluid and graceful football skills were displayed on the football field in his previous life, they would probably make the football king blind and kneel down in admiration.

He perfectly integrated his light-footed agility into his dribbling, making the solid iron ball under his feet seem glued to the soles of his shoes. He dribbled past three people with unparalleled grace.

Having watched so many football matches in my past life, I finally have the chance to play myself.

You won't know until you play – once you start, you'll discover that playing football with the skills of martial arts is more fun than anything else.

Those football stars from the past, like Maradona, Messi, and Ronaldo, were simply superior in physical attributes and had excellent footwork.

As for Jiang Chen, his reaction speed at the Boundless Realm, his precise control enhanced by divine essence, coupled with his tactical understanding honed from years of playing football in his previous life—

This isn't even playing Cuju anymore; this is a game of overwhelming force.

As for the national football team?

Jiang Chen couldn't help but shake his head whenever he thought of those guys from his past life.

If you gave each member of the Chinese national football team a dragon pill, would they be able to qualify for the World Cup?

After thinking about it, Jiang Chen felt it was unlikely.

Because the problem is never in the body, but in the mind.

"Watch closely—"

Jiang Chen flicked the ball with his foot, sending it bouncing high into the air. Then, he executed a bicycle kick, striking the ball towards the goal.

The ball was moving at an absurdly fast speed, tearing the air apart and leaving a white sonic boom trail.

"I'll block it!"

Jiang Yi roared, unleashing his full Ancient Sacred Body. Ancient, earth-yellow patterns appeared on his body, and he adopted an impenetrable stance, attempting to withstand the ball with his bare body.

"boom--!"

The ball struck Jiang Yi squarely in the chest, sending him sliding backward for over ten feet, his feet carving two deep furrows in the grass before he and the ball crashed into the goal.

Nine to zero.

Jiang Yi lay on his back inside the goal, still holding the football in his arms, his face full of a look of utter disbelief.

"……father."

"Um?"

"That kick of yours was heavier than a full-force punch from your son."

Jiang Chen sighed.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered an anime he had watched in his previous life—"Captain Tsubasa".

The protagonist, Space Wing, was able to kick a curved shot at the age of eleven, which looked quite impressive.

But what if we let Space Wing come here and play a game?

He'll have to retire before he even finishes one episode.

It wasn't retirement due to injury, it was retirement due to psychological trauma.

You say you practiced your signature curve shot for ten years, getting up early and working late, but the defender didn't even need to extend his leg; he just released a little bit of his inner energy and sent the whole ball, along with the shockwave, back into your own goal. What's the point of playing like that?

And then there's "Shaolin Soccer"—when Stephen Chow was making it, he probably thought that adding Shaolin Kung Fu to soccer was already exaggerated enough, right?

The Mighty Vajra Leg technique isn't even a warm-up here.

Jiang Yao had just casually kicked the ball, imbuing it with the power of wind and thunder, sending it flying out of the heavens and finally landing in a ravine thirty miles away.

If the final boss of Shaolin Soccer, the "Devil Team," were to come, I'd probably just be a spectator.

"Let's try again!" You Ru clapped her hands in frustration, gathering her teammates back together.

"Let's switch to our ultimate tactic—turtle defense!" You Ruo waved her hand, completely abandoning the decorum expected of a peerless master.

"Everyone! Get back under the door frame and block the door completely!"

"As soon as the iron ball flies over, we'll combine our strength to block it!"

"I refuse to believe that all of us combined couldn't stop his shot!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yi, Qingge, and the others immediately understood.

These top-tier martial arts fighters, whose mere presence would be enough to intimidate any region, simply and without any airs of superiority, crowded into the goal line, forming a tight "iron barrel" formation.

As for the six maids who were originally just there to make up the numbers, they huddled behind Jiang Yi like little chicks, trembling in fear, ready to unleash their inner strength and get hit by the balls along with their masters.

Jiang Chen stood on the opposite side, stepping on the ball with one foot. Looking at the group's frustrated and shameless formation, he smiled and stretched his ankle.

Just as everyone was making a ruckus, a red light suddenly flashed, and Duan Lang's figure appeared out of thin air beside the grass.

"Oh, the Great Master Duan has arrived!" You Ruo, with her sharp eyes, was the first to spot him, clapping her hands and grinning.

"Perfect timing! You're here to replace someone!"

Duan Lang looked at the ravines scattered across the ground, the collapsed gateposts, and another gatepost still stuck in the cliff in the distance. His lips twitched, and he cupped his hands in greeting:

"Sister-in-law is joking."

He had always kept his distance from Jiang Chen's strange and unusual games.

Last time, it was dragged over and kicked, and the football flew directly to the roof of the Heavenly Palace, smashing three glazed tiles.

Looking across the world, perhaps only this Brother Jiang has the mind to tinker with these things while holding power over the world.

"Lang, you've arrived." Jiang Chen gently kicked the football, sending it landing steadily in the arms of a maid on the sidelines. He took the handkerchief from You Ruo, wiped his hands, and smiled.

"What's wrong? Tired of the scenery in the Heavenly Palace? Want to get some fresh air in my back mountain?"

Duan Lang didn't take the bait. He stepped forward and said seriously:

"Brother Jiang, you wouldn't come here without a reason."

"A group called 'Tianmen' has suddenly appeared in the martial arts world, and its leader calls himself 'Tian' (Heaven). I've come to you to find out if it's true or not."

"Calling yourself 'Heaven'?" You Ruo chuckled.

"That's quite a grand title. Why doesn't he just call himself 'God'? It would save him the trouble."

Second Dream also frowned slightly, clearly intrigued.

Jiang Chen's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes. He waved for everyone to sit down at the stone table.

He pulled a jar of wine from under the table, broke the clay seal, poured a bowl for Duan Lang, and then slowly began to speak:

"I knew you'd ask that."

He poured himself a bowl, picked it up and shook it, his gaze becoming deep and distant.

"This sky has lived for two thousand years."

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence around the stone table.

Duan Lang paused slightly in his hand holding the wine bowl. Di Er Meng and You Ruo exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

"Two thousand years?!" You Ruo exclaimed first, her bright eyes widening in surprise.

"Is this guy some kind of turtle spirit?"

Second Dream gently tugged at her sleeve, signaling her not to interrupt.

Human lifespan is finite; even the most powerful and unparalleled experts cannot escape birth, aging, sickness, and death.

Living past one or two hundred years is already the limit; two thousand years—that's no longer human.

"Two thousand years?" Duan Lang placed the wine bowl back on the table. Although his tone was steady, the slight tightening of his fingertips betrayed the shock in his heart.

"Just who is this person?"

Jiang Chen put down his wine bowl and tapped his fingers lightly on the stone table, as if recalling something from a long time ago.

"This man's real name was Xu Fu, a Taoist alchemist from the Qin Dynasty."

He paused, his voice neither hurried nor slow.

"The First Emperor appointed this man as his imperial physician and ordered him to find the elixir of immortality."

"Xu Fu failed to find the elixir of immortality, but by chance, he captured the Phoenix, one of the four auspicious beasts, and refined and consumed its essence and blood."

"The phoenix blood granted him endless lifespan, but it was merely immortality."

"Xu Fu was extremely suspicious by nature. He feared that the matter of the phoenix blood would be exposed, which would lead to the First Emperor hunting him down and disemboweling him to extract his blood."

"So he lied and said he was going to sea to find immortals, and took three thousand boys and girls with him to escape eastward, and then disappeared without a trace."

"Wait," You Ruo suddenly raised her hand to interrupt, her face filled with disbelief.

"He searched for the elixir of immortality for the First Emperor, but then secretly consumed it himself and absconded with three thousand people? Isn't that the work of a fraud?"

Jiang Chen was amused by her summary:

"What you say is not wrong. The First Emperor was a shrewd strategist throughout his life, but in the end, he was completely outmaneuvered by a sorcerer in this matter."

You Ruo slammed her hand on the table, filled with righteous indignation:

"No wonder the Qin Dynasty only lasted two generations! The alchemists were frauds; it's no wonder the dynasty's fortunes couldn't have been good!"

Di Ermeng couldn't help but chuckle softly, "These two things are unrelated..."

"Over the past two thousand years, he has assumed countless identities—he has been the leader of the martial arts world, and also a warlord in times of chaos." Jiang Chen smiled and shook his head, steer the conversation back on track.

"In fact... he is the ancestor of the current legend of swordsmanship, the nameless one."

Duan Lang's gaze shifted slightly:

"Nameless? If this gets out, the entire martial arts world of the Central Plains will be shaken."

Jiang Chen smiled noncommittally, not lingering on the topic.

"Xu Fu viewed all living beings as ants and the world as a chessboard."

"He proclaimed himself 'Heaven' and established the Heavenly Gate."

"Under his command are the Goddess Mother, the Ice Emperor, and the Divine General, all of whom are rare powerhouses in this world."

"His creation, the Sacred Heart Technique, combines the strengths of a hundred martial arts schools and has the effect of bringing the dead back to life."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang remained silent for a moment before asking the most crucial question: "What level has his cultivation reached?"

Jiang Chen glanced at him, seemingly expecting Duan Lang to ask this question: "Celestial Realm."

Duan Lang raised an eyebrow slightly, but did not reply, waiting for Jiang Chen to continue.

"Xu Fu's knowledge was so diverse that it was rarely seen in the world." Jiang Chen tapped his fingers on the table, as if recounting an old grievance.

"The internal skill is the Sacred Heart Technique."

"The lightness skill is called 'Soaring to Immortality with Unfettered Speed,' which shrinks the distance to an inch and is ridiculously fast."

"There is also the 'Nahai Sacred Heart Mantra,' which can convert other people's power into one's own; and the 'Heavenly Palace Illusion,' which uses spiritual power to draw people into their illusions without them even realizing it."