I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Jiang Chen... magical power..."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he suddenly realized.

No wonder these two lads have been acting mysteriously lately, their cultivation progressing by leaps and bounds—it turns out they've received Jiang Chen's true teachings.

Thinking of this, a playful smile appeared on his lips as he gazed in the direction of the Supreme Elders' Pavilion:

"You bastard Jiang Chen, you actually did this kind of thing behind my back."

He paused for a moment, then his smile deepened:

"However, it seems that this divine skill is indeed unique, as it can even withstand the pressure of the Celestial Realm."

"Maybe... I should go ask that guy for a set to practice with?"

Once Duan Lang had made up his mind, he vanished into the depths of the Heavenly Palace in a flash.

Outside the Supreme Elders' Pavilion, ripples spread through the void as a figure stepped out.

Bu Jingyun instantly stepped in front of Chu Chu, fully alert.

But the newcomer had completely suppressed his aura, and was all smiles, without a trace of murderous intent.

Duan Lang's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Nie Feng. A mocking smile played on his lips as he feigned surprise and said:

"Wow, it's quite lively here, and there's even a breeze?"

The way he called out "Feng'er" was so natural and affectionate—yet it made Nie Feng's face stiffen slightly and his whole body feel uncomfortable.

After all, this former friend in front of her is now... her mother's husband.

How should we address each other according to their generation?

Calling it "Broken Waves"? That's not appropriate.

Call me "Dad"? I can't bring myself to say it.

Nie Feng opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing Nie Feng in such a embarrassed state, Duan Lang felt secretly delighted.

The thrill of satisfying one's perverse desires is even more exhilarating than breaking through to the Celestial Realm.

Bu Jingyun glanced at Nie Feng, came to his rescue, and said in a deep voice:

"Duan Lang, you've broken through?"

"Hmm." Duan Lang nodded casually, as if he were talking about something trivial.

"The Celestial Realm, I've just stepped inside."

His nonchalant tone sent a jolt through everyone present.

The Celestial Realm—that's the pinnacle of martial arts!

It's as if we just had a meal together.

However, Duan Lang knew that going too far could be counterproductive, so he didn't say anything more. He immediately laughed and transformed into a streak of light, heading straight for the top floor of the pavilion.

"Jiang Chen! An old friend has arrived, why haven't you prepared any wine?"

Inside the attic, the restrictions were activated, isolating the inside from the outside.

No one knows what these two top experts of the world were plotting; all that is known is that they talked in secret for two whole hours.

Only when the moon was high in the sky did Duan Lang return to the Heavenly Palace.

He stood on a cloud, his mind sinking into the sea of ​​consciousness.

A brand-new copy of the "Ten Directions Divine Scripture" appeared, hanging high like the blazing sun, illuminating the entire divine soul.

The ten deadly moves—knife, spear, sword, halberd, staff, fist, palm, leg, finger, and claw—that were originally so familiar to him, were now broken free of their shackles and elevated to their highest level under the guidance of the divine scripture.

The knife is no longer just ordinary iron, but a blade that cuts through the years;

The sword is no longer a weapon, but a law that judges the void.

The Ten Directions Martial Arts no longer adheres to the form of moves, but transforms into ten great paths that lead directly to the origin.

With a single thought, death ensues in all directions;

With a single thought, all paths converge into one.

Feeling this terrifying power that transcends the mortal realm, Duan Lang's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"Good bro, you really didn't disappoint me..."

After speaking, he turned his head and his gaze fell on the divine weapon floating in the void beside him—the Fire Kirin Sword.

The sword was crimson red, exuding an aura of malevolence.

Duan Lang stared at it quietly, his gaze suddenly changing.

It was no longer the domineering gaze of a Celestial Realm expert, but a rare... gentleness.

He reached out and his fingertips gently touched the spine of the sword.

My fingertips gently caressed the blade—it was scalding hot, just like before.

For decades, this temperature has never changed.

As if sensing its master's intention, the Fire Kirin Sword suddenly trembled slightly and emitted a low hum.

It was neither murderous intent nor joyful celebration.

It's like... a response.

Duan Lang's lips twitched slightly.

He recalled many years ago when he was just a young lad.

The Fire Kirin Sword came to him at that time.

From then on, this sword accompanied him on his adventures in the martial world, through thick and thin.

From an arrogant and ignorant boy, he has come this far.

Decades have passed.

He could distrust anyone—but he never doubted the sword in his hand.

"Since one has cultivated divine-level martial arts, divine weapons are ultimately inferior."

Duan Lang spoke in a low voice, very softly.

His hand did not leave the sword; his fingertips were even slightly tightening, as if he were holding the hand of an old friend.

"But you've been with me for decades, we're already one."

He paused, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth—a smile tinged with barely perceptible seriousness:

"So I won't abandon you, I'll take you with me."

From this day forward—you are me, and I am you.

The moment the words fell, a mysterious and unfathomable divine energy suddenly burst forth from Duan Lang's palm!

A crimson light instantly enveloped the entire sword, as intense as a blazing sun!

The Fire Kirin Sword trembled violently—

"Clang—!!"

A mournful phoenix cry resounded through the sky!

That wasn't a roar on the battlefield, but rather a farewell—

It was as if the Fire Kirin Sword was using its last bit of strength to respond to its master.

The crimson light on the sword surged, becoming blindingly bright!

Then—it began to disintegrate.

Starting from the tip of the sword, inch by inch, the indestructible divine weapon transformed into a crimson stream of light.

The streams of light did not scatter, but rather, as if they possessed a spirit, they entered Duan Lang's body through the pores of his palm.

Duan Lang let out a muffled groan.

The excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave—no, a hundred times more intense.

The sword intent of the Fire Kirin Sword surged wildly through his body, as if every meridian was being pierced by a red-hot iron wire.

The veins on his arm visibly bulged and turned red, as if a crimson fire dragon was surging and churning under his skin.

The bones made a cracking sound as they were recast to their limit.

Tiny cracks popped open on his skin, and crimson light shone through them—as if his entire body was about to burst apart by the sword intent.

But Duan Lang didn't utter a sound.

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging, and the muscles in his neck taut like iron bars.

Sweat mixed with blood streamed down his forehead, dripping onto the clouds and rising as wisps of white smoke.

The moment the last wisp of crimson light entered his body—

Duan Lang shuddered violently and let out a low, angry roar as he looked up!

All the cracks on his arms, chest, and face healed in an instant.

Beneath the skin, the crimson light gradually subsided and returned to silence.

A deathly silence returned to the surroundings.

Duan Lang gasped for breath and looked down at his hands.

My palms are empty.

The Fire Kirin Sword—is gone.

But he could sense it.

The sword that had been with him for decades was now lying dormant in his bone marrow, blood, and every cell.

It didn't disappear; it became an integral part of his body.

From then on, the Fire Kirin Sword was no more in the world.

Only Duan Lang—his body is the sword, and the sword is his body.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

In the palm of his hand, a crimson phantom appeared out of thin air—the outline of the Fire Kirin Sword.

It has no physical form, yet its sword intent is chilling and its sharpness is overwhelming.

Duan Lang stared at the illusory image in his palm and remained silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"Old friend." His voice was hoarse, yet carried an unprecedented certainty.

"Come with me—to the summit."

The next day, in the main hall of the Heavenly Palace.

Duan Lang sat high on the ninth-level Danbi, leaning lazily against the throne of the Alliance Leader, resting his chin on one hand.

Suddenly, a maid's respectful voice came from outside the hall:

"Sect Leader, there's an old man outside requesting an audience. He says his name is Xu Fu."

"Xu Fu?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang narrowed his half-closed eyes slightly and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest.

A playful smile appeared on his lips.

But my mind was perfectly clear—

Indra, Indra, do you think I don't know your true nature?

This time, ostensibly a visit, it's actually a test, and you're trying to drag me into your dragon-slaying scheme.

He waved his sleeve and said calmly, "Let him in."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Serve the finest tea."

Outside the Supreme Elder's Pavilion.

Bu Tian, ​​Bu Jingyun, and Nie Feng stood on the edge of the cliff, discussing their next move.

"My master has been imprisoned at the Heavenly Gate by Emperor Shitian, and there has been no news of him since," Bu Tian spoke first, his expression calm.

"I think now is the best time to save people."

Bu Jingyun nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:

"Indeed, it's only been a few days since we went to rescue them. Emperor Shitian certainly didn't expect us to return so quickly. Taking them by surprise is indeed an opportunity."

Nie Feng also expressed his agreement:

"Taking advantage of the fact that Tianmen has just experienced a turmoil and its defenses are relaxed, Senior Brother Yun and I will go together—"

"No." Bu Tian shook his head, directly interrupting Nie Feng.

"Uncle Feng, I can go by myself."

Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun were both taken aback.

"Are you alone?" Nie Feng frowned slightly.

Bu Tian said solemnly:

"Having too many people around makes it easier to expose their whereabouts."

"The Heavenly Gate is full of eyes and ears; if we are discovered, it will alert the enemy."

"When someone infiltrates alone, they are a smaller target and can move quickly, which actually increases their chances of success."

Bu Jingyun's brows twitched slightly, and he was about to speak.

Bu Tian had already seen through his father's intentions and took the initiative:

"Dad, don't be angry."

"But to be honest—your current cultivation level is inferior to mine. Going there would only distract me."

Bu Jingyun's expression stiffened slightly.

Although his words were harsh, he knew perfectly well that they were the absolute truth.

After receiving the power, Bu Tian had become a Grandmaster of the Ultimate Path, and he had also cultivated the "Boundless Divine Skill" passed down by Jiang Chen, so his cultivation level was indeed above Jiang Chen's.

Bu Tian then turned to Nie Feng, his tone softening:

"Uncle Feng, your martial arts skills are beyond question."

"But you just reunited with your aunt, Qing'er, and the old man. It was a rare and precious time for the whole family to be together again."

"At times like these, it's best to spend more time with your family."

Nie Feng opened his mouth, but was momentarily choked.

Being lectured by a younger person to "spend more time with family"—this is the first time in the God of Wind's life he has encountered such a situation.

But what this kid said was absolutely right, hitting the nail on the head, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Bu Jingyun remained silent for a long time, staring intently at his son.

His face, still somewhat immature, already possessed the same composure and decisiveness as his own.

Finally, he nodded slightly:

"Go."

Clean and concise, just two words.