I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Nie Qing ran around, her little girl nature completely unleashed in a safe place. One moment she was tugging at You Ruo's sleeve, and the next she was running up to Chu Chu and calling her "Auntie."

Chu Chu's heart melted at the call. She knelt down and hugged the little girl, wiping the juice off her face while gently coaxing her.

This scene made You Ruo and Di Er Meng laugh.

However, during their casual conversation, Chu Chu inadvertently caught a glimpse of the undisguised happiness in You Ruo and Di Er Meng's eyes, and a ripple of emotion inevitably stirred within her.

Although Brother Yun is a good man, he is often away from home and his whereabouts are unpredictable, so the couple rarely see each other.

In comparison, these two older sisters are able to spend every day with Jiang Chen... which is truly enviable.

However, Chu Chu was always gentle and content, so she only thought about these thoughts in her heart, and her face remained smiling, without revealing them at all.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, snow and wind swirled everywhere.

A burly figure strode through the snow.

The newcomer had a beard and hair like halberds, eyes like bright stars, and a chilling sword intent that naturally emanated from him, even forcing back the falling snow.

"Is this the Outer Heavens?"

Duan Shuai stopped and looked up, and saw the Heavenly Palace standing tall and majestic above the clouds, with a magnificent atmosphere.

"It's far more spectacular than the Tianxiahui of yesteryear."

A smile crept across his face, and a surge of pride welled up within him.

He retired from public life in his early years and lived a peaceful life in a remote village.

Until recently, I heard that my son, Duan Lang, had ascended to the position of the supreme martial arts master, restoring the Duan family's prestige—

The old man was overjoyed beyond words.

Unable to suppress his longing for his son, he packed his bags and came to see him in person.

Duan Shuai climbed up the steep mountain path without even taking a breath.

After all, he was a peerless master; he didn't take this little bit of path seriously.

The higher you go, the thicker the fog becomes.

After passing through the last stone gate, a bright and open space suddenly appeared before us—

The Heavenly Palace stands majestically, its imposing presence awe-inspiring.

But what attracted Duan Shuai's attention even more were the two figures in the square in front of the palace.

Two teenagers are sparring.

The boy on the left was burly and arrogant. Every punch he threw was accompanied by surging blood and qi, making him incredibly fierce and domineering.

The boy on the right has a delicate face, deep eyes, and his actions are restrained yet ruthless. He always has a faint, enigmatic smile on his lips.

Duan Shuai's eyes lit up – what a promising talent!

These two little guys are quite skilled at such a young age.

The two boys also noticed the newcomers.

They withdrew their fists and feet, and all looked over.

"Who is it?"

The boy on the left shouted in a deep voice, his tiger-like eyes flashing with a sharp light, and his aura suddenly rose, showing a hint of protecting his master.

Instead of getting angry, Duan Shuai laughed and stroked his beard:

"I am Duan Shuai, and Duan Lang is my son."

"Boy, who are you?"

The two boys exchanged a glance—

The moment the words "Duan Shuai" were uttered, the boy on the left's eyes widened instantly.

"Grandpa...Grandpa?!"

The boy on the left froze for a moment, then knelt down with a thud, his voice booming:

"Grandson Duan Shen greets Grandfather!"

The boy on the right immediately knelt on one knee and respectfully bowed.

"Grandson Duanwu greets his grandfather."

Duan Shuai was completely stunned.

Grandson?!

He opened his mouth wide, pointing at the two boys in front of him, his fingers trembling:

"What...what did you say? A grandson?! I have a grandson?!"

"Yes!" Duan Shen grinned.

Duan Shuai was initially overjoyed—but then flew into a rage.

"That brat Duan Lang!!"

"She had two sons and didn't even tell their father?!"

He slapped his thigh, his beard bristling with anger:

"Alright, alright! Come on! Take me to see your father! I'm going to teach him a lesson today!"

Duan Shenle was delighted and quickly got up to take his grandfather's arm.

"Grandpa, don't be angry. Come on, your grandson will take you!"

Duan Wu smiled slightly and followed behind.

The Heavenly Palace is magnificent and resplendent.

Duan Lang was sitting in the main seat with his eyes closed when he heard footsteps and slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he saw Duan Shuai, his eyes flickered slightly—

But it only moved slightly.

"Why aren't you enjoying your retirement in the village? What are you doing here?"

He stood up, his tone indifferent, neither cold nor enthusiastic.

Duan Shuai didn't have his composure.

The old man strode forward and first looked his son up and down.

Just as he drew near, Duan Shuai's heart skipped a beat—

The aura emanating from the son was as deep and powerful as a bottomless abyss.

He had never experienced this feeling with anyone else in his entire life.

Just how strong is my son?

Shocked as it may be, we still have to criticize them.

"You brat!" Duan Shuai poked Duan Lang in the chest with a finger, his tiger eyes wide open.

"You had two sons, why didn't you tell your father?!"

"Don't you even care about your father anymore?!"

Duan Lang casually replied, "I forgot."

He said just two words, without even glancing at Duan Shuai, his tone as casual as if he were talking about what he ate that day.

Duan Shuai was so angry that his beard stood on end, but he was helpless against his cold and aloof son.

I've already scolded him, so I don't expect him to say anything heartwarming.

The old man simply ignored him and turned all his enthusiasm to his two grandsons.

Duan Shen and Duan Wu could see this clearly from the side.

The relationship between my father and grandfather was clearly just so-so.

Duan Lang had already closed his eyes again, as if it didn't matter to him whether anyone came or not.

However, Duan Shuai didn't care at all.

He took his two grandsons and looked them over from left to right, becoming happier and happier with each look.

He squeezed Duan Shen and Duan Wu's shoulders and found them as hard as iron, with a faint force of recoil coming back to him.

Overjoyed, he exclaimed, "What a body of steel! A natural-born martial arts prodigy!"

Duan Shen grinned, revealing a set of white teeth—

His smugness was just like his father's when he was young.

Looking at Duan Wu, he remained humble and composed despite the praise; he simply bowed slightly and expressed his gratitude.

Duan Shuai nodded repeatedly:

"Good! One firm, one gentle; one dynamic, one static."

"My family line has a successor!"

The two grandsons stared longingly at their grandfather. Suddenly, Duan Shuai slapped his thigh, his old face flushing red.

"Oh dear, Grandpa was in such a rush that he forgot to bring you two a gift..."

He then patted himself all over, turning him inside out—but there was nothing there.

Duan Shuai's face stiffened, and he was embarrassed for a moment.

Then, his eyes darted around, and he suddenly patted his chest:

"I see! Grandpa may not have anything valuable on him, but he has many skills!"

"How about I pass on my Duan family's signature technique—the Eclipse Swordplay—to you two as a greeting gift!"

As the old man finished speaking, he stroked his beard with considerable pride, clearly feeling that the gift was substantial enough.

Duan Shen and Duan Wu exchanged a glance.

The Eclipse Sword Technique... was indeed considered a top-tier sword technique in my grandfather's time.

But the techniques they practiced with their father and Jiang Chen were all god-level techniques that far surpassed the Eclipse Sword Technique.

Duan Shen scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled.

Duanwu reacted quickly and replied:

"Grandpa appreciates your kindness! But... we've already learned the Eclipse Sword Technique before."

"You've already learned it?" Duan Shuai was taken aback.

Duan Shen quickly chimed in:

"Yes, yes, yes! Dad taught us before! Don't worry, Grandpa, we know how!"

In fact, Duan Lang never taught it—

They felt the technique was too basic and were too embarrassed to say it to his face.

Duan Shuai, unaware of the details, smiled with relief upon hearing this:

"Good, good! This brat may be lukewarm towards me, but he hasn't forgotten to pass on the Duan family's traditions. Alright, that's good!"

Duan Shen secretly stuck out his tongue at Duan Wu—that was close.

After catching up, we drank several rounds of tea.

Commander Duan put down his teacup, glanced around the hall, and suddenly asked:

"Wanderer, where's your wife?"

"As your father, I must take a good look at what kind of woman is worthy of my Duan family's son and has given birth to such a fine pair of sons for the Duan family."

The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall became subtly tense.

Duan Shen and Duan Wu exchanged a glance, then simultaneously lowered their heads, picked up their teacups, and took a sip, as if trying to conceal something.

Duan Lang's expression shifted slightly, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"She's in the back hill now, she'll be back in a bit."

Duan Shuai, oblivious to anything amiss, stroked his beard and chuckled:

"That's good, that's good."

"I'll have to take a good look at you later."

Duan Lang looked at his father's expectant expression, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes:

"Just don't be too surprised then."

At the foot of Tianshan Mountain, outside Tianyin City.

On the ancient road, in the west wind, a simple tavern stands alone by the roadside.

Huai Kong and Bai Ling sat facing each other in the corner.

The tea on the table had long since gone cold, but neither of them had the heart to touch it.

Looking at the towering Tianshan Mountains in the distance, a hint of hesitation flashed in Huai Kong's eyes.

His original intention in coming here was to go up the mountain to verify whether Tie Kuangtu had really died at the hands of Duan Lang.

But when we actually got to the foot of the mountain, we hesitated.

It's been more than half a year since I borrowed the Fire Kirin Sword from Duan Lang.

If it turns out that Duan Lang didn't kill Tie Kuangtu, then Duan Lang will have to put his sword away after this trip up the mountain.

Wouldn't that make me a person who breaks their word?

I'm torn—

A burly figure quietly sat down beside him.

"Second brother, how have you been?"

This voice sounds so familiar.

Huai Kong shuddered and abruptly raised his head.

"Big brother?!"

The man before me had a resolute face and piercing eyes—it was none other than Huai Mie, who had fallen off a cliff and disappeared years ago!

"Big brother! You're still alive?!"

Huai Kong was both surprised and delighted. He grabbed Huai Mie's arm and held on tightly with his fingers, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear if he let go.

His eyes immediately reddened, and his lips trembled several times, but he couldn't say anything.

Huai Mie glanced at him but did not break free.

She simply patted the back of his hand lightly as a response.

After a long while, Huai Mie picked up the iced tea on the table, took a sip, and said slowly:

"Back in the battle on Iron Heart Island, I was severely injured by Iron Madman and fell off a cliff."

"Fortunately, Bu Jingyun happened to be passing by and saved my life."

"Bu Jingyun?"

Although Huai Kong was somewhat surprised that Bu Jingyun would appear on Tiexin Island, he was more concerned about something else at the moment:

"Brother, do you know... whether that beast Tie Kuangtu is dead or alive?"