I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Nie Renwang's laughter gradually subsided.

The blazing anger and the intertwined light of love and hate in his eyes gradually dimmed, eventually turning into ashes.

"Yes... I can't give it to you."

"I, Nie Renwang, was arrogant all my life, but in the end I was defeated by the word 'strong'."

"Having been defeated by Po Jun, now... he's not even as good as a single finger of Duan Lang."

He let out a long sigh, as if releasing all the resentment, love, hate, and obsession that had been building up in his chest for years.

The energy around him flowed quietly, the gloom between his brows vanished, and he felt a sense of clarity and relief.

"That's enough, that's enough."

"Past events are like smoke; there's no point in bringing them up again."

From now on... let each of us accept our fate.

Yan Ying looked at Nie Renwang's expression—it had faded, it had really faded.

It wasn't an act; I truly let go.

Her tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, and the weight that had been hanging over her heart for so long finally lifted.

"Take care of yourself."

After saying that, she gave Nie Renwang a deep look, turned around, and walked out.

As she reached the door, her steps faltered for a fleeting moment—a very brief instant.

He then continued walking forward without looking back.

Her back view was resolute, yet it exuded a lightness she had never felt before.

The beaded curtain swayed gently, and the fragrant breeze gradually faded into the distance.

Nie Renwang watched Yan Ying's figure disappear into the wind and snow.

The red candle on the table flickered twice in the cold wind blowing in through the crack in the door, almost going out, but stubbornly lit up again.

Outside the window, the wind and snow continued, while inside, the candlelight was warm and gentle.

His eyes were clear, free from the entanglements of love, hate, and obsession.

"Squeak—"

The door suddenly opened with a sound.

Nie Renwang trembled, abruptly raising his head, a flash of extremely bright light appearing in his eyes for a fleeting moment—

Is she back?

However, all that came into view was a door that had been blown open a crack by the wind.

There was no one outside the door.

Only the snowflakes, swept in by the wind, fell onto the threshold and instantly turned into a puddle of water.

Nie Renwang stared blankly at the empty door, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.

After a long while, he slowly withdrew his gaze, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and closed the door.

After more than twenty years of absurd daydreaming, today... I've finally woken up.

Outside the Heavenly Palace, the sea of ​​clouds churns.

Duan Shuai sat upright beside the bluestone platform, his face ruddy, stroking his beard and smiling broadly.

Not far away, Duan Shen and Duan Wu were practicing their martial arts.

With powerful punches and swift footwork, the two teenagers moved with incredible agility and vigor.

The old man, nestled in this misty, secluded paradise, was enjoying the bliss of family life. Watching his grandchildren become more and more successful, he forgot all his past grievances and was filled with nothing but peace.

"Mother!"

Suddenly, Duan Shen was the first to stop. The arrogance on his face vanished instantly. He grinned and ran into the depths of the clouds.

Duan Wu also withdrew his attack, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This was probably the most dramatic expression he had shown today, and he quickly followed after him.

Duan Shuai looked in that direction and saw the clouds and mist disperse, revealing a woman in gorgeous clothes walking gracefully towards him, her figure elegant and noble.

"Huh? That figure... why does it look so familiar?"

Duan Shuai began to have doubts. When the woman approached, he took a closer look by the light of day—

"Clang!"

The teacup in his hand fell directly to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Duan Shuai's tiger-like eyes widened, his trembling finger pointing at the newcomer:

"You...you...you are Yan Ying?! Brother Nie's..."

Yan Ying remained calm when she saw Duan Shuai.

She placed one hand on Duan Shen's shoulder, smoothed her wind-blown hair with the other, and walked unhurriedly to Duan Shuai. She gracefully bowed, and with a few words, uttered:

"father."

Duan Shen grinned and rubbed his hands together, looking like he was watching a good show.

Duan Wu silently took a step back.

"..."

Duan Shuai felt a surge of blood rush to the top of his head, and his vision went black—he fainted on the spot.

"grandfather!"

Duan Shen rushed forward and caught Duan Shuai, shouting anxiously:

"Grandpa, what's wrong? Wake up!"

Duan Wu quickly stepped forward to check Duan Shen's breathing and said:

"It's nothing, I just fainted from anger."

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Shuai slowly woke up and saw a low-hanging curtain.

"Brother Duan, you're awake?"

A gentle voice came to my ear.

Duan Shuai turned his head and saw a group of people surrounding the bed.

Nie Renwang, Yan Ying, Dugu Meng, Nie Qing, and their two grandsons—they're all here.

Duan Shen squatted by the bed, staring at his grandfather with a nervous expression.

Duan Wu stood behind, holding a bowl of hot water, ready to hand it over at any moment.

Nie Qing was held in Dugu Meng's arms, the little girl craning her neck and looking curiously at the old man who had fainted.

The only one missing was the rebellious son, Duanlang; he was probably still in seclusion inside and hadn't come out yet.

All the memories of Duan Shuai's past flooded his mind. He sat up abruptly, grabbed Nie Renwang's hand, his old face flushed red with shame and anxiety.

"Brother Nie! What a misfortune for our family! What a misfortune for our family! I only just found out myself!"

"That unfilial son...that unfilial son actually did something like this...something like this..."

Duan Shuai was so anxious that he was incoherent and wished he could disappear into the ground.

Duan Shen shrank back, secretly tugged at Duan Wu's sleeve, and muttered to himself:

"Does Grandpa want to hit Dad...?"

Duan Wu glanced at him but didn't reply.

"I must teach this unfilial son a lesson! He even dared to..."

"Brother Duan."

Nie Renwang held Duan Shuai's wrist with his backhand, his expression calm and his tone gentle, without the slightest hint of anger.

"I don't mind, so why are you in such a hurry?"

"what?"

Duan Shuai stared wide-eyed at Nie Renwang, who looked calm and collected, and then glanced at Yan Ying, who looked composed beside him. For a moment, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, and he was completely at a loss for words.

Duan Shen tilted his head to look at his grandfather, then at Nie Renwang, his face saying, "The adult world is so complicated."

Has the world changed?

The cold wind was biting, and withered leaves were swept up and flew everywhere.

Niejia Town, once bustling with activity, is now deathly quiet.

A green shadow swept past like the wind and stopped instantly in front of a courtyard gate.

The newcomer had long, flowing hair and was covered in dust – it was Nie Feng.

However, the sight before him froze him completely.

The once warm and tranquil Nie family courtyard is now a ruin.

The vermilion gate was shattered, the courtyard walls collapsed, the ground was scorched black, and the scene was devastated—clearly, a fierce battle had taken place.

"Father! Meng'er! Qing'er!"

With a mournful cry, Nie Feng moved like lightning and instantly disappeared into the ruins.

The courtyard was deserted.

All that remained were ruins and patches of dried blood on the ground.

Nie Qing's favorite old locust tree was also broken in half, its withered branches swaying in the cold wind, as if telling the story of the tragedy that day.

Nie Feng suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He crouched down and picked up a dusty red hair ribbon from a pile of broken tiles—it belonged to Nie Qing.

The little girl treasures this hairband the most, saying that her mother tied it for her, and she refuses to take it off no matter where she goes.

Nie Feng's fingers trembled slightly as he gripped the hairband tightly in his palm.

He slowly stood up, his eyes already bloodshot.

His aura surged violently, like a demon god descending upon the world, causing the surrounding rubble and tiles to rattle and tremble.

"Who...who did this?!"

He roared angrily to the sky, his voice shaking the surrounding fields and startling a few crows in the distance.

Immediately, Nie Feng suppressed the surging anger in his heart and slowly closed his eyes.

He released his aura, sensing the lingering presence in the ruins.

...There is the aura of Dugu Ming.

Powerful and vigorous, extremely yang and strong—that's my brother-in-law's dragon energy, no doubt about it.

Dugu Ming came here and even made a move.

Besides that, there was another aura.

Domineering, sharp, and imbued with scorching heat and violent lightning energy—

This fiery and thunderous aura was ridiculously powerful; Nie Feng had never felt it from anyone before.

Even the lingering aftertaste sent a shiver down his spine.

Among the enemies who attacked my family, there was one particularly ruthless character…

Nie Feng opened his eyes, his gaze as cold as a knife.

At the street corner, a terrified old face cautiously peeked out.

Nie Feng moved swiftly, instantly appearing in front of the old man.

The third uncle was so startled by the sudden appearance of the figure that he fell to the ground with a thud, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

"Third Uncle! It's me! It's Feng'er!"

Nie Feng quickly suppressed his murderous aura, squatted down, and placed his hands on the old man's thin, bony shoulders, trying his best to keep his voice steady:

"Third Uncle, don't be afraid... What happened? Where are my father and the others?!"

Uncle San raised his head shakily, and when he saw it was Nie Feng, tears welled up in his cloudy old eyes:

"Wind...you're finally back...Oh no, this is terrible..."

"A few days ago, a group of fierce-looking people suddenly arrived, each claiming to be from 'Tianmen'."

"Kill anyone you see, surround your house completely..."

"Heavenly Gate?!"

Nie Feng's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Yes... your father fought desperately, but the enemy outnumbered them and each of them was highly skilled in martial arts."

"Later...later everyone was terrified and scattered for their lives. They only saw your father, your wife, and Xiao Qing being kidnapped by them from afar..."

Uncle San was sobbing that he couldn't speak anymore; clearly, the scene from that day had become a nightmare for him.

As for the scene where Jiang Chen arrived later and repelled the Tianmen group, the neighbors who had already run away naturally had no way of knowing about it.

"Heavenly Gate... What a magnificent Heavenly Gate!"

Nie Feng gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

In his palm, Nie Qing's red hair ribbon was clenched until it was wet.

Dragons have scales that cannot be touched; to touch them is certain death.

Family—that is Nie Feng's Achilles' heel.

He took a deep breath, carefully tied the hairband around his wrist, and then gently patted his third uncle's shoulder:

"Third Uncle, you find a safe place to hide first, I'll go and bring them back."

Uncle San gripped Nie Feng's sleeve, his lips trembling as if he wanted to say something, but before he could utter a sound—

Nie Feng's figure transformed into a whirlwind and vanished from the spot in an instant.

Only one chilling sentence remained, echoing in the cold wind:

"If Tianmen dares to harm a single hair on my family's head—I, Nie Feng, will ensure your entire family is wiped out, leaving not a single chicken or dog alive!"

Uncle San sat there in a daze, still clutching a piece of cloth in his hand. It took him a long time to come to his senses, and tears streamed down his face.