I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Some eyes in the crowd saw something more than others.

Jin's eyes narrowed slightly.

He couldn't fathom Duan Lang's strength, but it was precisely because of those three words, "couldn't fathom," that a chill ran down his spine—

After all these years of hard work and struggle, he learned one thing:

The more ordinary a person seems, the more likely they are to be a master with unfathomable skill.

Not far away, Long'er's gaze was fixed on Duan Lang, the sword-shaped birthmark between her eyebrows faintly burning.

He couldn't explain why, but his instincts told him that this man was dangerous—so dangerous that the sword intent within him involuntarily tensed up.

As for Bu Jingyun—he merely raised his eyelids slightly, then lowered them again.

But Bu Tian noticed that his father's fingers, which were gripping his sleeve, tightened slightly for a moment before relaxing.

Bu Tian understood this subtle, almost imperceptible movement:

Dad knows this person, and there's a story behind him!

Above the eaves, Duan Lang casually glanced at the emperor sitting on the golden dragon throne below the stage, a slight smile playing on his lips—no bowing, no polite greetings, not even a proper look.

Then, he jumped down.

His body spun in mid-air and landed lightly on the dragon throne in the center of the high platform.

He spread his sleeves and sat down calmly.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

This was the special seat reserved for emperors throughout history when they offered sacrifices to Heaven and performed the Fengshan ceremony. Duan Lang's actions were tantamount to slapping the emperor in the face in public.

At the top of the ancient pine tree, Jiang Chen almost choked on the pine cones, and muttered a curse under his breath:

"That brat... his entourage is getting bigger and bigger."

There was no hint of dissatisfaction in his tone; instead, it carried a sense of pride in seeing his younger generation succeed.

"How dare you!"

"Insolence! How dare you desecrate the throne!"

Beside the emperor, Yue Xin and Shi Dingtian were both enraged. They drew their swords with a swift motion, exuding murderous intent, waiting only for the emperor's order to rush forward and kill.

However, Wang Gonggong was one step ahead of the two generals.

He took a step forward, and suddenly swung his black-boned whisk straight—with a crisp "snap," the sharp whisk strands pierced the air, creating a visible shockwave.

Several martial arts practitioners standing nearby were swept by the strong wind, their faces feeling as if they had been slashed by a blade, and they all took three steps back.

"Traitor!" Eunuch Wang shouted in a shrill voice, his soft tone carrying a chilling killing intent.

"How dare you scoundrels defile the imperial throne for the Fengshan ceremony—get down here!"

He swayed, his toes lightly touching the ground, and his entire body floated half a foot into the air. His horsetail whisk, like a white snake spitting its tongue, pierced straight at Duan Lang's face—

"Wait," the emperor commanded in a deep voice.

Wang Gonggong froze, abruptly halting his attack. His whisk stopped abruptly three feet from Duan Lang, the silk tassels trembling in the air before slowly falling.

The emperor's face was so dark it could drip water.

But when his gaze swept over Duan Lang, he saw the man's confident and fearless expression, and his heart suddenly tightened.

He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the anger in his heart.

I'm not here for face today—I'm here for "immortality".

If we impulsively drive Duan Lang away, wouldn't our dream of immortality be a complete waste?

"All of you, step back." The emperor coldly swept his gaze over the crowd.

"When in Rome, do as the host does; don't be impolite."

Yue Xin and Shi Dingtian angrily sheathed their swords.

Eunuch Wang retreated to the emperor's side, gathering his whisk back into his arm, his face expressionless—but the knuckles gripping the whisk's handle were as white as a dead man's bones.

On the high platform, Duan Lang sat calmly on the dragon throne, his expression serene.

His gaze swept casually across the dense crowd below the stage, as if searching for something.

Although Jiang Chen didn't explicitly say whether Di Shitian would come, Duan Lang was quite certain—

The word "immortality" is enough to make anyone uneasy, even Indra, who has lived for two thousand years.

In a corner of the crowd, Di Shitian was squinting, staring intently at Duan Lang on the high platform.

strangeness!!

With his cultivation level, he actually couldn't see through this young man.

At first glance, this person appears flawed, just like an ordinary person;

But upon closer inspection, it seemed as if there was a bottomless well hidden inside him, the bottom of which could never be reached.

"Interesting." Di Shitian frowned slightly, a hint of doubt rising in his heart.

"Could this kid have also reached the Celestial Realm?"

From atop the ancient pine tree, Jiang Chen took in all of this.

He saw the moment when Indra frowned—

An old man who had lived for two thousand years frowned as he looked at a younger generation.

This in itself speaks volumes.

"Can't see through it, can you?" Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly, his voice laced with a hint of mischief as he muttered to himself.

"That's right, you can't see through it—Duan Lang cultivates the Ten Directions Invincible Scripture and has reached the state of Ten Directions Returning to One."

"Of course your old eyes can't see through it."

After a moment's thought, Indra couldn't help but sneer inwardly—impossible.

This kid is barely twenty years old. Even if he started cultivating from the womb, he would only have accumulated about thirty years of skill.

He possesses over a thousand years of cultivation, mastery of hundreds of martial arts styles, and is protected by phoenix blood.

No matter how many extraordinary encounters a mere child may have, how could he possibly be compared to "heaven"?

With this thought in mind, Di Shitian felt much more at ease, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips, and continued to remain hidden in the crowd, observing the situation.

"Duan Lang! Stop keeping me in suspense! Tell me the secret to immortality!"

"Exactly! I don't care about being the leader of the martial arts world! I just want to know how to achieve immortality!"

The crowd below the stage had long been unable to contain themselves.

Compared to the ethereal title of "Martial Arts Alliance Leader," the word "immortality" is what can truly drive people mad.

In an instant, a clamor surged up the platform like a tidal wave.

Duan Lang sat on the dragon throne, facing the condemnation of thousands, his expression indifferent. He merely raised his hand slightly and pressed it down.

It's such a simple action.

But the once noisy summit of Mount Tai suddenly fell silent.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

It wasn't because the gesture was particularly intimidating, but rather—everyone present felt an invisible pressure descending from above the platform in that instant, so heavy that it made them instinctively shut their mouths.

"Since everyone's in such a hurry, I'll get straight to the point."

Duan Lang spoke, his voice not loud, but it carried his inner strength and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Since Pangu separated heaven and earth, four auspicious beasts have been born between heaven and earth, each with its own extraordinary abilities."

"Fire Qilin. Guarding the Lingyun Cave in Leshan, its entire body is a treasure. Its scales and armor are impervious to swords and spears, and its blood is as hot as lava. Drinking it can greatly increase one's power, but it may also drive one insane."

Many people in the room nodded in agreement.

Who in the martial arts world doesn't know the name of the Fire Kirin?

This thing does indeed appear in Lingyun Cave; this is not an exaggeration.

Duan Lang paused for a moment, then continued:

"Dragon Turtle. A spirit beast, its blood contains endless vitality; if mortals consume it, they will live forever."

"The Divine Dragon. It hides on overseas islands and only appears on the 'Auspicious Day' every 600 years. If one can slay the dragon and obtain its essence, and swallow the dragon's essence, one will not only gain immortality, but also experience a surge in power and live as long as the heavens."

At this point, the entire room fell silent.

Everyone was straining to hear, afraid of missing a single word.

"And..." Duan Lang's gaze swept seemingly casually in a certain direction within the crowd, a playful smile appearing on his lips.

"Phoenix. Legend has it that the phoenix has the ability to be reborn from the ashes, and its blood is a sacred medicine for longevity—consuming it can grant endless lifespan and even bring the dead back to life."

These words caused an uproar in the audience.

"I believe in the fire qilin; it truly exists! But what about the dragon, phoenix, and tortoise... I've never even heard of them!"

"Exactly! There are no dragons or phoenixes in the world. This isn't a myth, is it?"

The crowd discussed it amongst themselves, with most expressing skepticism and believing that Duan Lang was exaggerating.

In the crowd, Bu Tian tugged at Bu Jingyun's sleeve and asked in a low voice:

"Father, is what he said true? Are there really dragons and phoenixes?"

Bu Jingyun did not answer, but he did not shake his head.

Bu Tian felt a chill run down his spine—what his father didn't deny was often true.

On the other side, when Long'er heard the word "phoenix," she inexplicably shuddered.

He couldn't explain why—he'd never heard of it before—but the words "rebirth" stirred a strange echo in his mind, like fragments of memories from a past life turning over in some deep part of his being.

Jin noticed Long'er's unusual behavior and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Long'er shook her head.

But in a corner of the crowd—

Indra's expression changed.

His pupils contracted sharply for a moment, and his heart felt like it had been squeezed.

"Phoenix..."

He stared intently at Duan Lang on the high platform, his true expression, hidden beneath his ordinary face, now so gloomy it could drip water.

How does this kid know about Phoenix?

The story of how he captured a phoenix and consumed its blood to gain immortality is a closely guarded secret.

Over the past two thousand years, all those who knew the truth have long since turned to ashes, their bones nowhere to be found.

How did a mere boy learn such an ancient secret?

An unprecedented sense of loss of control surged into the heart of this old man who had lived for two thousand years.

He suddenly realized that this trip to Mount Tai might not be as he had imagined, with everything under his control.

Below the platform, after a brief silence, came an even more violent commotion.

If the crowd had been captivated by the word "immortality" and still harbored some doubts, then...

At this moment, Duan Lang spoke with absolute certainty, and with the Fire Qilin as proof, the flames of greed had already ignited into a raging inferno, burning fiercely in the eyes of every peerless master.

People in the martial arts world live on the edge of death; who wouldn't want to live for eternity?

"Sever the Sect Leader!" A deep shout rang out, as powerful as metal splitting the sky.

The leader of the allied gang, Qian Zhen, suddenly stood up, his brocade robe fluttering, one foot resting on the back of the chair, his gaze fixed intently on the high platform:

"The appearance of the Fire Qilin in Lingyun Cave is common knowledge throughout the martial world. But where is the Divine Dragon hiding in the sea?"

"When exactly is this so-called 'Auspicious Day'?"

"Since Sect Leader Duan knows the secrets of heaven, why not speak them out frankly, so as to dispel the doubts in our hearts!"

With Qian Zhen taking the lead, the core members of the Heaven and Earth Alliance behind him—

Left Protector Nangong Xue, Right Protector Di Ying, and the leaders of the Giant Blade Sect "One Blade" and the Cold Sword Sect "Blood Blade," who belong to the same allied forces, immediately took a step forward in unison.

Although the swords and blades were not drawn, several sharp killing intents had already locked onto the high platform.