I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

far away.

Huai Mie slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw was Bai Ling kneeling beside Huai Kong, her heart and eyes filled with nothing but Huai Kong.

Not a single glance was spared for him.

The fervor that had ignited in his eyes due to the fierce martial arts battle was, at this moment, extinguished as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

It extinguished instantly, turning into ashes.

This battle, a clash of martial arts, ended in a draw.

But when it came to matters of the heart... he lost.

They lost completely.

"Oh……"

A cold laugh, chilling to the bone, dissipated in the wind and snow.

Huai Mie gritted his teeth, mustered his inner energy, and staggered to his feet.

His right hand slowly clenched—his fingernails dug into the flesh of his palm, drawing a few drops of blood.

But he seemed completely oblivious.

He took one last, deep look at the two figures leaning on each other—

Then he looked away, his eyes devoid of any warmth, only a resolute determination to sever all ties.

He turned and walked away through the snow.

He didn't stumble; every step he took was steady and heavy, as if he were crushing something under his feet.

His solitary figure disappeared into the swirling snow.

"Big brother..."

Huai Kong sensed something, forced his eyes open, saw the receding figure, and called out urgently.

Where are you going?

Huai Mie did not turn back.

His voice came through the wind and snow—so cold it seemed to be squeezed out from between his bones.

"Heavenly Gate".

After uttering those two words, his figure completely disappeared into the end of the snowstorm.

There was no turning back.

Only Huai Kong and Bai Ling remained, stunned and speechless for a long time.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed half the sky red.

The north wind howled past, whipping up snowflakes, leaving the world a vast expanse of white.

Huai Kong sat cross-legged atop a solitary peak, his body radiating heat, while white mist rose from above his head, gathering but not dissipating.

Bai Ling stood guard beside him.

She took off her outer robe and gently draped it over Huaikong's shoulders—

Huai Kong's clothes were already torn to shreds, and in this blizzard, relying solely on internal energy to withstand the onslaught was not a viable solution.

The wind and snow made her hair fly wildly, but her gaze never left Huai Kong for a moment.

After a long while, Huai Kong suddenly exhaled a breath of stale air and opened his eyes—

A flash of brilliance, then immediately returned to calm.

Bai Ling's heart, which had been hanging in suspense for so long, finally settled down. She quickly stepped forward and took his arm.

"Huaikong, how are your injuries?"

Huai Kong smiled and casually draped the outer robe that was draped over her shoulders back over her shoulders:

"It's alright. You've used up a lot of your internal energy, but your foundation isn't damaged. You'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"Your lips are turning purple from the cold, and you're still worried about me."

Huai Kong stood up—and swayed violently.

Bai Ling was startled and quickly reached out to support him: "Huai Kong!"

"It's okay, my legs are just numb." Huai Kong helped her stand up with his hand on her shoulder and chuckled.

"I've been sitting cross-legged for too long."

Bai Ling glared at him angrily, but still held on tightly, not letting go at all.

Huai Kong looked into the distance, the wind and snow obscuring the direction Huai Mie had gone.

In pursuit of the ultimate martial arts, the eldest brother didn't hesitate to join the Heavenly Gate...

This obsession with power is probably unmatched in the world.

He sighed inwardly and looked away.

"Bai Ling, the snow is getting heavier, let's go."

Just as we were about to set off—

Suddenly, a muffled thunderous roar came from afar, shaking the snow beneath our feet.

Huai Kong frowned, concentrating to discern—

It wasn't thunder, but the rapid sound of horses' hooves, pounding through the ice and snow as they galloped towards us.

In a short while, several horse-drawn carriages broke through the snow and came rushing out like thunder.

As soon as the carriage came to a stop, a giant man, as imposing as an iron tower, lifted the curtain and strode out—

Its imposing presence is truly unparalleled.

Immediately following, a girl in pink gracefully floated down.

A light veil veiled her face, yet it could not conceal her clear, aloof eyes—it was Luo Xian.

The moment Huai Kong saw Luo Xian, a complex expression flashed across his eyes.

The old grudges and entanglements surged up like a tide, but he forcefully suppressed them.

Wu Er strode forward, immediately noticing the bloodstains on Huai Kong's clothes and the wound on his shoulder. His gaze quickly swept over Huai Kong from head to toe.

That's the instinct of a martial artist; they can roughly assess the severity of an injury in just a few breaths.

"Huai Kong, who hurt you like this?" He frowned, his tone unusually concerned.

"Big brother," Huai Kong said without hiding anything.

Wu Er paused for a moment, then nodded knowingly.

He didn't ask any more questions—he understood the martial arts duels between fellow disciples.

"How badly are you injured?"

"It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious." Huai Kong waved his hand. "Wu Er, what are you doing here?"

Wu Er straightened his expression, clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"I have come here specifically to fetch you on the orders of Indra."

"Pick me up?" Huai Kong's gaze sharpened slightly. "Where to?"

"Heavenly Gate," Wu Er said in a deep voice.

"Huai Kong, do you still remember the condition you promised Di Shitian back then in order to cultivate the Iron Hand?"

Huai Kong felt a chill run down his spine.

Of course he remembered that a man should keep his promises—since he had made a promise, he could not go back on it.

"I remember." He nodded. "What does Indra want me to do?"

Wu Er took a deep breath, a glint of fanaticism flashing in his eyes:

"The auspicious day is approaching—the divine dragon is about to appear! Emperor Shitian will gather all the divine weapons in the world to slay the dragon and seize the throne!"

"Slaying a dragon?!"

Huai Kong and Bai Ling's expressions changed simultaneously.

Dragon—an ancient divine creature, controlling wind and rain, its power unfathomable.

Indra actually wants to kill the dragon?

Wu Er continued:

"The dragon's scales are indestructible, and ordinary weapons cannot harm it in the slightest."

But the 'Heavenly Sin' in your hand is different—it's a ferocious beast of the mortal realm, incomparably sharp, and only it can pierce the dragon's scales.

"Therefore, in this battle to slay the dragon, neither you nor Tianzui can be missing."

Huai Kong gave a bitter laugh:

"Wu Er, you're too late. Tian Zui... is already gone."

"Gone?"

Wu Er, upon hearing this, did not panic; instead, he laughed.

"It's alright, Indra had anticipated this."

"Since the Heavenly Sin is gone, how can we slay the dragon?" Huai Kong asked, puzzled.

"Out with the old, in with the new," Wu Er said.

"If someone can reforge it, they can create another deadly weapon."

"Who?"

"Tie Zhi".

Huai Kong frowned and searched his memory—he had absolutely no recollection of it.

"Tie Zhi? I've never heard of such a person in the martial arts world."

"It's normal that you don't know," Wu Er explained.

"This person is your master Tie Shen's junior brother."

"In terms of forging talent, he is even a notch above your master."

"Master's junior brother..." Huai Kong murmured.

He never imagined that there was such a little-known story within his sect.

"Tie Zhi is currently inside Tianmen," Wu Er continued.

"Indra had already prepared the divine materials for forging, and Tie Zhi was in charge of creating the new Heavenly Sin."

"Once the divine weapon is forged, you will be the one to wield it."

Huai Kong pondered for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Alright, since it was a promise I made, I shall keep it. I will go to Tianmen with you."

Luo Xian, who had been silent all along, slowly walked over.

She stopped in front of Huai Kong.

Beneath the veil, her gaze quietly settled on the still-bleeding wound on Huai Kong's shoulder—

It paused for a moment, then moved away.

"Huaikong, get in the car. There's medicine in the car; I'll treat your wound."

The sound was faint, as faint as a wisp of smoke.

But the words "I'll help you" made Bai Ling, who was standing next to her, purse her lips slightly.

Huai Kong met those eyes, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

All the words in the world ultimately turned into a soft sigh:

"...Thank you."

He said no more and turned to walk towards the carriage.

Bai Ling followed behind, her gaze lingering on Luo Xian for a moment—

Then he quickly pulled it back, lowered his head, and got into the car.

She sat down next to Huai Kong, subtly moving closer.

The wind and snow intensified, the wheels rumbled, and the group sped towards Tianmen.

The carriage was spacious, the heater was burning brightly, and there was warm wine on the table.

Compared to the icy and snowy landscape outside, it's like two completely different worlds.

Huai Kong held his wine cup and stared at Wu Er for a long while.

He noticed a detail—Wu Er's aura was much stronger than when they last met.

Such a rate of improvement is absolutely impossible under normal cultivation methods.

"Wu Er, you have always been unruly, and your unique sect is also renowned throughout the region."

"What exactly made you willingly join the Heavenly Gate?"

Wu Er put down his wine cup, a look in his eyes that Huai Kong had never seen before appear on him—

Awe, and an almost fanatical fervor.

"Huai Kong, what do you think, besides reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, is there anything else in this mortal world... that could make a hero bow down?"

Huai Kong remained silent.

Wu Er slowly uttered two words, one after another—

"Immortality".

"Immortality?" Huai Kong raised an eyebrow slightly.

"That's right." Wu Er's expression became extremely solemn.

"Indra's abilities are beyond the comprehension of us mortals."

"He not only possesses unparalleled martial arts skills—he also wields the power to reverse life and death and seize destiny."

"After I entered the Heavenly Gate, he taught me a technique called the Sacred Heart Technique."

"The Sacred Heart Mantra?"

"Just a small part of the fragments broke through the bottleneck that had been blocking me for years."

"My internal energy surged like a river, and my cultivation improved so quickly that I couldn't believe it myself."

Wu Er took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming, and his voice trembled with excitement.

"What's even more outrageous is that this technique actually has the miraculous effect of preserving youth and prolonging life."

"Since I started practicing, I feel that my body is full of vitality and I am as energetic as if I am ten years younger."

He put down his wine cup and stared intently at Huai Kong:

"Indra is the true heaven."

The moon rises high in the sky, and the cold stars are like beans.

The campfire on the wasteland flickered, reflecting the frost and snow covering the ground.

After days of traveling, everyone was exhausted and their horses were worn out. They lay down fully clothed, with only the howling wind to lull them to sleep.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Huai Kong suddenly woke up with a start—reaching out to check, he found the bedding beside him already cold, and he had no idea when the person had left.

A neatly folded outer robe lay beside the pillow—it belonged to Bai Ling.

There was a small note under the robe, with only two words written on it: "Take care."

Huai Kong clutched the note tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The next instant, he leaped into the air and flew out of the car.

Just as he was about to leap out to give chase, a burly figure blocked his way.