I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Thank you!

Nie Feng beamed with joy and turned to look at Bu Jingyun.

Bu Jingyun remained expressionless, but nodded slightly.

Bu Tian glanced at his father, then at Nie Feng—

For a fleeting moment, he felt that these two ruthless killers in the martial arts world were like two children eager to go home.

The three of them vanished in a flash, speeding towards the back mountain.

Following the path upwards, a bright and clear view suddenly appeared.

Outside the Supreme Elder's Pavilion, plum blossoms brave the snow, and an ancient pavilion is built against a precipice, offering a commanding view.

A red clay stove was burning in the pavilion, and four people sat around it.

Besides Nie Renwang, Dugu Meng, and the exquisitely beautiful Xiao Qing'er, there was another person—Chu Chu.

"Daddy!!"

Qing'er, with her sharp eyes, spotted the familiar figure at a glance. Her face lit up with joy, and with a sweet cry, the little girl flew over like a swallow.

Nie Feng shuddered, and the weariness and grime on his face instantly melted into tenderness.

He rushed forward and hugged his daughter tightly.

Qing'er clutched his clothes with her small hands, looked up at his face, and suddenly frowned:

"Daddy, you've lost weight! And your face is all dirty!"

Nie Feng laughed at his daughter's words and patted her little head.

His gaze, however, went past Qing'er's shoulder and became locked with Dugu Meng, who was walking up behind him.

Dugu Meng raised her hand and gently wiped away a speck of dust from Nie Feng's forehead.

The movements were very gentle, but her eyes were already red.

They said nothing, yet they said everything.

With his wife and daughter safe and sound, Nie Feng's heart, which had been hanging in suspense all the way, finally settled down.

It felt like something had been opened up in my chest, and all the gloom of the past was swept away.

Bu Jingyun's gaze had long been fixed on the gentle woman who had been waiting by the pavilion—

Then he paused slightly.

neat?

How did she end up here?

Shouldn't she be in Beishui Township?

Chu Chu's eyes were red-rimmed as she quickly went to meet her husband, tightly grasping his rough, strong hands.

It's as if they're afraid that if they let go, it will disappear again.

Bu Jingyun's perpetually cold face softened slightly at this moment.

He gripped his hands tightly, interlocking his fingers.

Bu Tian followed behind, and the moment he saw Chu Chu, he was overjoyed—

Then, with a "whoosh," it quickly retracted its head.

It’s over.

He ran away from home secretly; what if his mother sees him...?

Sure enough, Chu Chu's gaze passed over Bu Jingyun's shoulder and immediately fell on Bu Tian, ​​who was huddled behind him.

"Tian'er!"

Bu Tian froze, then steeled himself and stepped forward, obediently calling out:

"mother……"

Chu Chu's eyes reddened with anger, and she reached out and patted him on the shoulder:

"So you finally decided to come back! You ran off all by yourself without even saying goodbye! Do you know how worried your mother was?!"

Bu Tian was so slapped that he didn't dare to utter a sound, lowered his head, and obediently accepted the scolding.

But after the photoshoot, Chu Chu pulled him close and looked him up and down several times to make sure he wasn't missing any limbs. Only then did she let out a long sigh, her voice already trembling with tears.

"I've lost weight...and grown taller."

Bu Tian felt a lump in his throat and almost couldn't hold back his tears.

Bu Jingyun glanced at Chu Chu and asked in a deep voice:

"What are you doing here? What happened at home?"

Chu Chu's expression darkened.

Not long after you left, some enemies from the martial arts world came knocking on your door.

She paused for a moment, her voice becoming slightly strained:

"Fortunately, Junior Brother Feng was there. He single-handedly held off several groups of people and saved me... If it weren't for him, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Upon hearing this, Bu Jingyun glanced at Nie Feng.

Nie Feng waved his hand and laughed:

"Senior Brother Yun, you're too kind. We're all family, it's nothing to mention."

"And then?" Bu Jingyun pressed.

A hint of lingering fear flashed across Chu Chu's face:

"Later... people from Tianmen also arrived."

"What?" Bu Jingyun's gaze suddenly turned cold.

"They're going to take me away," Chu Chu whispered.

"Many people came, and Junior Brother Feng wasn't there... Just when things were at their most critical, Brother Jiang stepped in and saved me."

She looked towards the pavilion deep in the clouds and whispered:

"Brother Jiang took me to Tianwaitian and said it was safe there."

"He's been staying here these past few days; everything was arranged by him."

Bu Jingyun remained silent.

It was Jiang Chen who saved Bu Tian's life.

It was Jiang Chen who saved Chu Chu.

This favor... cannot be repaid with just a simple "thank you".

He raised his head and looked towards the attic, a rare and complex expression flashing across his cold eyes.

Bu Tian looked at his father, then at his mother, and felt a warmth in his heart.

He straightened his clothes, his gaze fixed on the majestic pavilion deep within the clouds, his expression respectful.

Now that we have arrived at the Outer Heavens, as disciples, we should first go and pay our respects to our master.

He glanced at his parents, who were reuniting, nodded in the distance, and then turned and walked alone towards the attic.

As soon as I stepped into the attic, a delicate fragrance wafted towards me.

Bu Tian looked up—and froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

In the hall, a pretty figure stood with her hands behind her back, looking down at the scroll on the table.

Dressed in a moon-white outfit, she looked dashing and heroic.

Her long black hair was simply tied up with a plain ribbon, yet her face was stunningly beautiful, with a cool and aloof air between her brows that rivaled even the most stern-faced men.

This is Jiang Qingge, the female disciple personally taught by Jiang Chen.

Bu Tian was in the prime of his life, and had never seen such a person before.

For a moment, he was stunned, his gaze fixed, his soul seemingly adrift, his mind filled with only one thought—

nice!!

"Oh, you must be Junior Brother Bu Tian?"

A soft laugh, clear and melodious, brought Bu Tian back to his senses.

Jiang Qingge turned around, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked him over with a half-smile.

Bu Tian suddenly came to his senses, and his face turned red to the roots of his ears in an instant.

He hurriedly clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, his tongue practically tied in knots:

"I...I am Bu Tian, ​​and I pay my respects to you, young lady! May I ask who you are...?"

"Fool! Still calling me 'girl'?"

Jiang Qingge covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes full of mockery:

"You should call her Senior Sister! Didn't Master mention me to you?"

Bu Tian looked blank and honestly shook his head:

"Master... never mentioned it."

"Hmph, as expected." Jiang Qingge pouted, seemingly a little unhappy, but her eyes clearly still held a smile.

"He took on a junior brother without even telling me, let alone mentioning me... really."

Bu Tian's heart was in turmoil—

I actually have such a beautiful senior sister?!

He was still in a daze when a faint, pleasant fragrance suddenly wafted over.

Jiang Qingge had walked up to him without him noticing—so close that Bu Tian could even see the curve of her eyelashes.

Bu Tianxia subconsciously took half a step back, his ears turning bright red.

Jiang Qingge didn't give him a chance to back down. Her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity, as if she were examining a rare object.

"Tsk tsk, finally seeing you in person, so this is what you look like." She tilted her head, looked at you, and smiled.

"He seems quite honest, but his cultivation level is a bit low."

As she spoke, she circled around Bu Tian, ​​making clicking noises with her mouth.

That clear voice carried an undeniable liveliness.

Bu Tian felt dizzy and didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, so he could only let the other person look him over.

When she turned to face him, Jiang Qingge suddenly reached out her finger and flicked his forehead with a "thud".

"What are you standing there for? Don't you even know how to greet your senior sister?"

Startled by the flick, Bu Tian blurted out, "Greetings, Senior Sister!"

He paused for a moment, then, emboldened by some unknown source, quietly added:

"Senior sister...you're so beautiful."

After saying that, he froze, his face turning as red as if it were about to bleed.

Jiang Qingge was also visibly taken aback for a moment—then burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Well done, junior brother, you've got a sweet tongue."

She stopped laughing and pointed upwards:

"Your master is waiting for you on the top floor. Go quickly, don't keep him waiting."

After saying that, he turned to leave, but after taking two steps, he turned back and blinked:

"Stop staring at your senior sister, or your eyeballs will pop out."

That pale figure flashed like a butterfly, disappearing behind the screen in the blink of an eye, leaving only a lingering fragrance and a string of clear laughter.

Bu Tian seemed to be in a dream, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

He subconsciously raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose—a faint, lingering fragrance seemed to remain on his fingertips.

He shook his head vigorously, climbed the steps, and reached the top floor.

Push open the carved wooden door.

A figure in white stood with his hands behind his back, his aura ethereal and otherworldly.

Bu Tian's heart tightened, he straightened his clothes, and knelt down respectfully:

"Disciple Bu Tian greets Master!"

Jiang Chen slowly turned around, his gaze sharp, and looked him up and down before nodding slightly.

"Not bad, you've already grasped the basics of the Boundless Divine Skill, and your foundation is fairly solid, but..."

He paused for a moment:

"This level of cultivation is far too shallow, like a small stream, unlikely to amount to much."

Bu Tian looked ashamed and lowered his head, saying:

"This disciple is dull-witted and has disappointed Master. I will definitely work harder in my cultivation in the future to make up for my shortcomings."

Jiang Chen waved his hand and said calmly:

"Austerity training is certainly good, but it's ultimately too slow."

"I will impart my power to you, helping you ascend to the heavens in one step—I will bestow upon you a century's worth of power."

Bu Tian was greatly alarmed and hurriedly kowtowed:

"Master, you mustn't! I know that the path of martial arts requires a down-to-earth approach and gradual progress."

"Cultivation gained through external forces is ultimately not the right path, and its foundation is likely unstable."

"This disciple is willing to cultivate through my own efforts, and even if my progress is slow, I will have no complaints!"

"Nonsense!"

Jiang Chen snorted coldly, his voice booming like a bell, making Bu Tian's eardrums ring.

"Do you know that in this martial arts world, which true master doesn't possess a hundred or even a thousand years of internal energy? Di Shitian has lived for a very long time, and his cultivation is no less than a thousand years!"

"With your meager skills, even if you practice step by step until your hair turns white, you'll never be able to rescue your master, Wuming, from him!"

Bu Tian's body trembled, and his face turned pale.

His fists, hanging at his sides, clenched unconsciously.

Jiang Chen stared intently at him:

"Moreover, my method is to seize the power of heaven and earth."

"I will pass on my skills to you without any hidden dangers; they will be exactly the same as what you have cultivated yourself."

Are you still going to refuse?

Bu Tian remained silent for a moment.

He gritted his teeth and kowtowed heavily:

"This disciple...is willing to accept!"