I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Bu Tian's eyes lit up, and he clasped his hands in a salute:

"Dad, Uncle Feng—I'll be right back!"

Before he could finish speaking, Bu Tian's figure vanished into thin air like a wisp of smoke without him even gathering any strength, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Nie Feng's pupils shrank sharply, his face filled with horror—

He was known as the God of Wind, with unparalleled agility, yet at this moment he couldn't see how Bu Tian was moving at all.

"What... what kind of movement technique is this? Even the wind can't catch up with his tracks..."

Bu Jingyun remained silent, and the two remained silent for a moment.

Nie Feng suddenly transmitted his voice using his inner energy, and the sound reached Bu Jingyun's ears directly:

"Senior Brother Yun... are you really comfortable letting Tian'er go alone?"

Bu Jingyun glanced at him.

Nie Feng frowned, his voice transmission carrying barely suppressed worry:

"Indra has lived for over two thousand years, and his power is unfathomable."

"To put it bluntly—even I'm not confident I can beat him."

"Tian'er has little practical combat experience, and he's already died once! What if something goes wrong..."

He didn't say what came next, but the meaning was clear.

Bu Jingyun, however, remained unusually calm.

He gazed at the distant sea of ​​clouds, his cold face showing no emotion.

After a moment, he replied telepathically, his tone extremely calm:

"Tian'er's master is Jiang Chen."

Just this one sentence.

Nie Feng was suddenly stunned.

Yes... Tian'er's master is Jiang Chen!

If Tian'er is in danger, how could his master possibly stand idly by?

Above the Heavenly Palace.

Duan Lang remained languidly leaning against the throne, his posture casual.

But his eyes were like cold stars and lightning, his gaze piercing through the layers of palace buildings, staring straight at the two people who stepped into the palace gate.

Two people arrived, one old and one strong.

The elderly man at the head of the group wore an apricot-yellow Taoist robe with flowing sleeves and a kind face.

He had a broad forehead, three long wisps of beard fluttering in the wind beneath his chin, a compassionate smile playing on his lips, and an air of detachment from worldly concerns emanating from him.

He was a true hermit, untouched by worldly affairs.

Half a step behind him followed a tall, imposing man.

His face was resolute, his steps were as steady as a mountain, and his eyes shone with a restrained sharpness, faintly revealing the might of thunder.

Duan Lang's lips curled slightly, and he sneered inwardly—what a fine Emperor Shitian.

If I hadn't known your true colors beforehand, I probably would have been fooled by your act of kindness.

Although he knew perfectly well what was going on in his mind, Duan Lang showed no sign of it on his face.

He simply released his unparalleled aura as the leader of the alliance without making a sound, filling the entire hall without restraint, making the air almost solidify.

The attendants on both sides of the hall felt their legs go weak, and some even started sweating.

But when Xu Fu walked to the center of the main hall and faced the overwhelming aura, his expression remained unchanged, as calm as a still well.

He remained humble and submissive, as if he hadn't felt any pressure at all.

Duan Lang nodded inwardly—just based on this composure, he was no ordinary person.

The old man really knows how to put on an act.

On the contrary, the burly man behind him had turned pale.

The imposing man gritted his teeth, his legs trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead—just standing here had already given him his all.

Duan Lang took in the reactions of the two, a slight smile playing on his lips, before quietly withdrawing his oppressive aura.

He only wanted to test them, not to intimidate them; a brief probing was enough.

Xu Fu straightened his clothes, and led the burly men behind him forward two steps, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed deeply, performing a very grand gesture of respect.

"This humble subject, Xu Fu, pays his respects to the Alliance Leader!"

He bowed for a moment before slowly straightening up, stepping aside to let the burly man behind him stand up:

"This is my unworthy disciple, Wu De."

Wu De didn't even glance at Duan Lang, crossing his arms and raising his chin slightly, displaying an arrogant attitude that showed he didn't care about anyone else.

Xu Fu frowned and reprimanded in a low voice:

"Martial virtue! One must not be disrespectful before the leader of the Duan Alliance!"

Wu De reluctantly cupped his hands in greeting, but his eyes remained arrogant, showing no respect whatsoever.

Duan Lang witnessed this scene, but instead of being angry, he found it amusing.

He chuckled inwardly—this old man had even arranged his apprentices' temperaments perfectly, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, and they were doing a pretty good job of it.

"Hahahaha!" Duan Lang laughed loudly, his voice like a dragon's roar, shaking the dust off the palace roof.

"The elderly don't need to perform such a grand ceremony!"

He didn't move, still leaning on his throne, his tone casual yet exuding an air of confidence that he controlled the world:

"Although I am the leader of the martial arts alliance, I enjoy making friends with extraordinary people from all over the world."

"Judging from the old man's extraordinary demeanor, he is definitely not an ordinary person."

"—Someone, please have a seat!"

At his command, a servant immediately brought over a rosewood armchair and placed it in the guest seat of the prince.

Xu Fu did not refuse, thanked him, and sat down.

The moment he sat down, his seemingly cloudy old eyes quickly swept around the hall before he lowered his gaze, still maintaining a kind and harmless appearance.

Wu De stood solemnly behind him like an iron tower, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

A moment later, a maid brought over a pot of fine Longjing tea and poured a cup for Xu Fu and Duan Lang.

The aroma of tea wafted through the main hall.

Duan Lang picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and then spoke slowly and deliberately:

"May I ask where Senior Xu is from? What brings you to my Tianwaitian?"

His eyes flickered slightly as he looked at Xu Fu with a half-smile, as if trying to see right through him.

Xu Fu smiled slightly, stroked his long beard, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his seemingly cloudy old eyes:

"Judging from the aura of the Alliance Leader, he faintly possesses the majesty of a Qilin. He must already have a good understanding of the four auspicious beasts of the world."

Duan Lang gently stroked his wrist—there was a crimson pattern where the Fire Kirin Sword had been integrated.

He casually remarked:

"Of course I know the names of the Four Auspicious Beasts."

"The Fire Kirin is what made me famous today."

"I just don't know why the old man brought these things up?"

Xu Fu nodded slightly and smiled:

"The Alliance Leader is truly a straightforward person. Since you know about auspicious beasts, you must know that they are treasures from head to toe. The Qilin has already been born, and the Divine Dragon is hiding overseas."

"But does the Alliance Leader know—where exactly is the legendary immortal phoenix hiding now?"

This question, though seemingly casual, actually contains a hidden meaning.

At the previous martial arts tournament, Duan Lang had publicly mentioned the Four Divine Beasts—Xu Fu was fully aware of this.

This question was clearly a test.

Duan Lang raised an eyebrow, becoming interested in playing along, and leaned forward slightly, setting down his teacup.

"Oh? A phoenix? I've never heard of that before. I'd like to hear more about it."

Xu Fu understood perfectly—as expected, he refused to admit it.

However, this was within his expectations. With Duan Lang's shrewdness, how could he possibly reveal his true colors in front of a stranger he had just met?

He didn't press the matter, but instead turned away, his gaze becoming distant, and his voice sounding more weathered:

"It's a long story... Would the Alliance Leader be willing to listen to this old man tell a story from the time of the First Qin Emperor?"

Duan Lang tilted his head slightly and raised his hand in a gesture:

"Please speak, Senior Xu. I am all ears."

But in his heart he thought—Jiang Chen has already told me all this, let's see how you continue this act.

Xu Fu sighed softly and slowly began to speak:

"Back then, Qin Shi Huang, building upon the accumulated achievements of six generations, wielded his long-term strategies to rule the world, swallowing up the two Zhou dynasties and destroying the feudal lords, establishing his supreme rule over the six kingdoms—how invincible he was!"

"But even if one possesses a vast empire, one cannot ultimately withstand the passage of time."

"The First Emperor feared his death was imminent, so he ordered me to go out to sea to find the elixir of immortality."

"I have not failed Your Majesty's favor and have finally found traces of the divine beast Phoenix on the shores of the East Sea."

At this point, a flicker of fervor and reminiscence flashed in Xu Fu's eyes:

"At that time, I gathered countless top experts from the Qin Dynasty, laid a trap, and after a bloody battle lasting forty-nine days, finally succeeded in killing the Phoenix!"

"Phoenix blood is extremely yang and intense; I have refined it into a pill—named the 'Essence of Immortality'!"

Duan Lang listened intently and then asked a follow-up question:

"If such a miraculous medicine exists, why did the First Emperor...?"

"Why did they still die? The Qin Dynasty only lasted two generations?"

Xu Fu's lips curled into a strange smile as he stared directly into Duan Lang's eyes.

"Because that elixir of immortality—did not enter the First Emperor's mouth."

He paused for a moment, his tone becoming extremely soft:

"I ate it myself."

The hall fell silent instantly.

Even the servants on both sides unconsciously held their breath.

"After I took the divine medicine, I was afraid that the First Emperor would find out and punish me, so I lied and said that the elixir was on Penglai Island and that three thousand boys and girls were needed to accompany me to obtain it."

"The First Emperor believed it to be true and readily agreed."

"I will take those three thousand boys and girls by ship eastward, and from then on live a carefree and happy life overseas..."

Upon hearing such a shocking secret, Duan Lang did not show the same shock and dismay as ordinary people.

He merely raised an eyebrow, picked up his teacup, took another sip, and spoke as casually as if discussing the weather:

"So Senior Xu was an ancient person from the Qin Dynasty... He lived for more than two thousand years, he must have seen a lot."

In a single sentence, the earth-shattering secrets of "devouring phoenix blood" and "immortality" were casually glossed over.

The focus is not on the phoenix, nor on immortality, but on the "ancient people"—

It was as if the person sitting opposite me was just an older, more senior figure.

Upon seeing this, Xu Fu's cloudy old eyes flashed with a strange light; this reaction was not right.

He has lived for over two thousand years, what kind of people hasn't he seen?

Anyone who hears such a secret, even a martial arts master, will be moved to some extent.

The young man, however, listened as if it were someone else's business, not even bothering to raise an eyebrow.

Simply telling a story isn't enough; you need something substantial and meaningful.

Xu Fu's mind raced, and he pointed to Wu De behind him:

"The leader of the alliance has extraordinary composure, which I admire greatly."

"However... Alliance Leader, please take a look at my disciple—judging from his appearance, he's no more than forty."

"But in reality, he has been cultivating alongside me for a full 137 years."

The lifespan of an ordinary person is no more than a hundred years.

These words were clearly meant to establish my authority—that I, an old man, possess the power to defy fate and grant people immortality.

Duan Lang merely glanced at Wu De lazily.

His gaze lingered on Wu De's face for less than a second before he looked away—

It's like looking at a tree by the roadside; once you've seen it, you've seen it.

"She has the secret to maintaining her youthful appearance; there's definitely something to it."

His tone was as flat as if he were commenting on the presentation of a dish.