I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The bamboo pavilion was completely silent, with only the rustling of the wind through the bamboo leaves.

After a long while, Wuming sighed deeply, his gaze passing over the bamboo forest and looking towards Mount Tai:

"Senior Jiang's cultivation level is beyond our comprehension."

"A person who can reverse yin and yang and seize the creation of heaven and earth... such a person may have truly surpassed the limits of martial arts."

He paused, his tone becoming serious:

"Since even bringing the dead back to life is possible... then the 'immortality' that Duan Lang spoke of is probably... indeed true."

"Jingyun, let's go inside and talk."

Wuming got up and walked towards the small house deep in the bamboo forest.

Bu Jingyun followed behind.

Outside the bamboo pavilion, Bu Tian watched his father and grandmaster walk away, then looked around boredly, his gaze landing on Asong, who was standing ramrod straight to the side.

The boy hadn't moved an inch since they arrived.

He stood there like a pillar, not even blinking.

Bu Tian leaned closer and asked curiously:

"Hey, why are you standing there without moving? How long have you been standing there? Aren't you tired?"

Ah Song kept his eyes straight ahead, speaking with utmost respect:

"Without orders from his master, Asong dares not act rashly."

Bu Tian was taken aback for a moment, then clicked his tongue in surprise, "Your master has such strict rules?"

Ah Song did not answer, and continued to stand like a pillar.

Bu Tian leaned closer and lowered his voice:

"Would you like to sit down and rest for a while? I won't tell your master."

Ah Song's lips twitched visibly, but his body remained completely still.

"...Thank you for your kindness, Young Hero Bu, but I dare not accept it."

Bu Tian shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself that if his master Jiang Chen knew about this, he would probably be laughing so hard he'd be rolling on the floor.

Master doesn't have such rules.

If I had to stand in front of my master like this as punishment, he would probably be the first to lose it and kick me out.

Inside the bamboo house.

The furnishings are simple: a table, two chairs, and a burner of sandalwood incense.

Bu Jingyun and Wuming sat facing each other.

"Master, there's one more thing." Bu Jingyun's expression turned serious.

"The Seven Seas Dragon King is dead."

Nameless remained calm, poured a bowl of wine, and pushed it in front of Bu Jingyun:

"I already know."

A cold glint flashed in Bu Jingyun's eyes:

"The one who made the move was a mysterious swordsman whose sword energy was extremely domineering. The Dragon King couldn't even withstand a single blow before he was severely injured and killed."

The nameless man picked up his wine bowl, but didn't drink. He simply gazed at the swirling liquid within, his tone serene:

"They come from the East China Sea, their sword intent arrogant and unruly, unlike those of the Central Plains—they are Japanese."

"Eastern Japan?" Bu Jingyun frowned slightly.

"Hmm." Wuming nodded slightly.

"This person has come from across the sea, and his strength is unfathomable. Now that the world is gathering at Mount Tai, he will most likely appear at the conference."

Bu Jingyun didn't reply, but the fingers gripping the wine bowl tightened slightly.

A swordsman capable of severely injuring the Seven Seas Dragon Kings in a single move—this is no ordinary character.

The two then spoke in hushed tones for a few more moments.

As dusk fell, Bu Jingyun rose to take his leave: "Disciple is taking his leave now."

"Go ahead." Wuming nodded slightly and watched him walk out of the bamboo house.

Bu Jingyun strode out of the bamboo forest, and Bu Tian quickly followed.

"Father, what did Master say to you?" Bu Tian asked, jogging after him.

"You'll know when the time comes," Bu Jingyun said without turning his head.

"That line again..."

Bu Tian muttered something, but didn't ask any further questions.

Dad said that when the time is right, you will know, and so you will definitely know.

The moment the father and son stepped out of the bamboo forest—

Suddenly, the sound of an erhu rang out behind me.

"squeak--"

The music was mournful and desolate, yet it contained an indescribable power.

This is not ordinary music—it is sword intent.

The intent of the Supreme Heavenly Sword was fused into every musical note, transforming into an invisible storm.

The bamboo forest rustled, and countless bamboo leaves were shaken down by the sound waves, swirling and dancing wildly in the air like thousands of shattered swords.

The pebbles on the ground bounced up and down, and fine cracks appeared on the pillars of the bamboo pavilion.

Bu Tian tensed up and subconsciously circulated his true energy to resist the sweeping sword intent sound waves.

He felt as if he had stepped into the eye of a storm, with every note of the piano like an invisible sword piercing from all directions.

But Bu Jingyun stood before him—

His steps were steady, and his dark cloak remained perfectly still.

It wasn't that he deliberately used his internal energy to resist; rather, these sword intent sound waves simply couldn't harm him.

When they hit Bu Jingyun, it was like waves crashing against rocks, not even a splash.

Bu Tian gritted his teeth and followed behind his father, using his father's aura to block most of the sound waves, but his heart was in turmoil—

What is Master doing?

Is this a test for Dad?

No, my master wouldn't do such a thing... Is he testing me?

He guessed half right.

Inside the bamboo pavilion, Ghost Tiger stood beside Nameless, watching Bu Jingyun's departing figure. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was filled with shock:

"Master... has Master Bu's skill really reached such a terrifying level?"

"At the center of this sword intent sonic wave, he walked around as if taking a stroll..."

The nameless man played the erhu without stopping, a smile playing on his lips.

There was joy in the smile, but also a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings).

The music softened, continuing the piece that had been left unfinished.

At the summit of Mount Tai, lies the Jade Emperor Peak.

The sky is high and clear, without a single cloud.

The mountain wind was so fierce it felt like a knife scraping against my cheeks, and the banners fluttered wildly in the wind, their deep, muffled sounds like war drums pounding on my heart.

Mount Tai today is completely different from what it used to be.

Looking around, the crowds were immense, densely packed, with martial arts practitioners from all corners of the country surging towards the mountaintop like people going to a fair.

The rocks on both sides of the mountain path were full of people, and the ancient pines and giant rocks were covered with people, a huge crowd that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Beside the Fengchan Terrace, a majestic platform rises from the ground, surrounded by dozens of mahogany chairs arranged according to the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) directions. The chairs are covered with colorful tiger skins, and they look like they are not for ordinary people.

"The Sword Emperor has arrived!"

"The Third Pig King has arrived—!"

With a loud shout, two figures strode over.

The one in the lead was burly and walked with a swagger—the Sword Emperor.

His eyes shone like lanterns as he looked left and right, his face beaming with smugness.

"Hey! Piglet! See that?"

The Sword King slapped the round, fat man next to him on the back, so hard that the Pig King almost spat out the pig's trotter he was eating. His voice was so loud that it could be heard halfway up the mountain.

"What a spectacle! What an aura! Tsk tsk tsk, this is my son-in-law's doing! Looking across the entire martial arts world, who else but my son-in-law Jiang Chen could pull off such a commotion?"

The third pig king rolled his eyes, clutching a half-eaten, glistening roasted pig's trotter in one hand and rubbing his sore back with the other, muttering:

"Alright, alright, I know you've found a wonderful son-in-law, but can you please stop bragging to everyone you meet?"

"I was sleeping soundly at home when you dragged me up the mountain... This Mount Tai is so high, it almost broke my body."

"Shut the fuck up!" The Blade Emperor glared.

"Today is a big day for Tianwaitian. As his father-in-law, how could I not be there? If you dare to embarrass me, believe me, I'll slice off all your fat and use it as a snack!"

The pig king shrank its neck, fell silent, and continued to gnaw on its trotters.

The two were led to their seats by attendants.

Immediately afterwards, fame rose and fell, one after another, crashing down on the mountaintop:

"The Grand Master of the Alliance, Qian Zhen, has arrived!"

"Qingyuan, leader of the Tianhe Gang, has arrived!"

"Tang Sen, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect, has arrived!"

……

Each one was louder and more significant than the last.

Qian Zhen, dressed in fine clothes, strode confidently, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips, as if he were weighing how many people here were worth his attention.

Qingyuan gently waved his folding fan, smiling innocently—but those who knew him knew that the brighter his smile, the stronger his murderous intent.

Tang Sen's face was gloomy, and a pungent medicinal smell emanated from him. People passing by him involuntarily stepped away, afraid of getting their hands on something unclean.

Besides the invited bigwigs, there were many more wandering martial artists and members of small and medium-sized sects who came after hearing the news.

Although they weren't entitled to a seat, they had already occupied the ancient pine and giant rock as a viewing platform, crowding around like dumplings being dropped into a pot, just to see for themselves what the legendary "immortality" really was.

For a time, heroes gathered at the summit of Mount Tai, creating an extremely lively scene.

Just as everyone was whispering and arguing noisily—

Suddenly, a deep, muffled sound of gongs and drums came from below the mountain path.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of uniform footsteps approached from afar, heavy like muffled thunder rolling across the ground, causing the rocks beneath their feet to tremble slightly.

The noisy crowd fell silent in an instant, and tens of thousands of eyes turned to the direction of the mountain gate.

Banners obscured the sun, and yellow parasols filled the sky like clouds.

Two rows of golden-armored guards, each holding a long spear, walked up step by step, their faces expressionless, like two golden dragons winding their way up, forcefully splitting the surging crowd in two.

"The Emperor has arrived—!!"

A shrill eunuch's voice pierced the sky.

His Majesty, clad in a golden robe with nine dragons and wearing a crown that reaches to the heavens, strode up to the summit of Mount Tai with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger.

Generals Yue Xin and Shi Dingtian stood on either side of him, like iron towers, their faces full of menacing aura.

Half a step behind the emperor was a middle-aged eunuch, Wang Gonggong, wearing a purple-black robe with python patterns.

A black bone whisk hung at his side, swaying slightly with each step.

Eunuch Wang glanced around and his face darkened.

The place was filled with people from all walks of life—some standing, some sitting, and some still gnawing on pig's trotters.

No one knelt.

"Insolence!" Eunuch Wang shrieked, flicking his black-boned whisk sharply. His piercing voice cut through the crowd like needles.

"His Majesty has personally arrived, how dare you lowly commoners not kneel—!"

No one ignored him.

Several martial arts practitioners nearby glanced up at him, then lowered their heads and continued their conversation.

Those further away were even more decisive, not even glancing at them.

Eunuch Wang's face alternated between pale and flushed, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the whisk, his lips trembled, and he wanted to curse again—

The emperor slightly turned his head and glanced at him indifferently.

Eunuch Wang immediately shut his mouth, took half a step back, and lowered his head.