I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

As the snow dust settled, a figure in white stood atop the mountain ahead, his robes fluttering in the north wind.

Jiang Qingge held the sword in one hand, the tip pointing downwards, her cold gaze looking down at the disheveled Bu Tian, ​​a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Junior brother, is this all you've got?"

Her voice was clear as a spring, but the sarcasm in her words was impossible to suppress:

"You couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from your senior sister, and you dare to storm the Heavenly Gate alone?"

Bu Tian's lips twitched, and he was speechless for a moment.

He really couldn't handle it.

It's not that he's too weak—he's at least a Grandmaster of the Ultimate Path, a top-tier existence in the world.

But this senior sister...

Bu Tian looked up at the white-clad figure on the mountaintop, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Bu Tian never really knew how strong she was.

All I know is that my master once commented:

"Qingge's sword has reached the realm of the divine."

"Let's go." Jiang Qingge sheathed her sword, her tone returning to its usual calm.

"I'm worried about my junior brother going alone."

Bu Tian was stunned for a moment.

He turned his head away, his gaze fixed on the distant snow-capped peaks, avoiding looking into Jiang Qingge's eyes.

"……Um."

Just one word, spoken so softly it was almost swallowed by the north wind.

If you can't even withstand a single move from your senior sister, what right do you have to say "we don't need you to come"?

At least... that's how he convinced himself.

At this moment, the two stood side by side atop a cliff in the far north, with the Yin-Yang Stone Gate towering majestically before them.

Bu Tian remained calm, seemingly oblivious to the extreme cold that could freeze metal and stone.

He looked up at the massive stone gate, then at Jiang Qingge beside him.

The humiliation of being sent flying by his senior sister's sword was still stuck in his chest.

"Senior sister, I'll open the door."

Bu Tian took the initiative to speak, his tone calm, but he straightened his back slightly.

Before Jiang Qingge could respond, he strode forward, spread his arms, and gripped the edges of the two stone door panels with his ten fingers.

Tearing apart the sky and dispelling the clouds!

"Boom—!!"

He forcefully pried open the Yin-Yang Stone Gate, which weighed a ton!

The boulders ground against the ice, producing a screeching sound and sending up clouds of ice shards.

The brute force shook the cliffs on both sides of the stone gate, causing cracks to appear everywhere and loose stones to fall down.

Bu Tian released his grip and turned around.

The north wind made his robes flutter, and shards of ice fell behind him.

He looked at Jiang Qingge, his face still displaying a calm and indifferent expression, but his eyes clearly held a hint of barely perceptible expectation—

How was it, Senior Sister?

Jiang Qingge looked him up and down.

Then he gently shook his head.

"It's too slow."

Bu Tian: "..."

"Let me try. I'll cleave it in two with one sword."

Jiang Qingge walked past him without changing her expression, her white clothes fluttering, her tone as indifferent as if she were saying that the wind was a bit strong today.

Bu Tian stood there, his lips twitching.

But he said nothing and silently followed.

Behind the door was a sheer cliff hundreds of feet high.

Below the cliff, the vast icy sea stretched as far as the eye could see, with patches of ice floating on the gray-blue surface, but not a single ship could be seen.

Bu Tian leaned down and glanced at the bottom of the cliff, then frowned.

"There's no boat." He paused, "I'll go down and look for one—"

Before he could finish speaking—

"Buzz—"

The long sword at Jiang Qingge's waist suddenly vibrated on its own, and even the scabbard trembled slightly.

The next instant, the longsword was drawn from its sheath, shooting into the sky like an icy blue meteor, trembling violently in mid-air—

The sword emitted a dazzling bluish-white light and hovered at the edge of the cliff.

The sword slowly swung horizontally in mid-air, hovering steadily in the void, its surface shimmering with light.

Bu Tian was stunned!

He knew that his senior sister was a master swordsman, but this was the first time he had ever seen her fly on a sword.

Jiang Qingge leaped lightly, her toes touching the sword blade. Her white clothes fluttered in the sea breeze, making her look like a fairy on the water.

She turned around, looked at Bu Tian who was still standing on the edge of the cliff in a daze, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Junior brother, come up quickly!" She stretched out her hand to Bu Tian, ​​her voice as clear as a spring.

"Hold your senior sister tight."

Bu Tian froze.

My mind went blank with a "buzz".

Hug...hug me tight?

He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "I can just jump down myself," but when he glanced at the hundreds of feet of cliff and the boundless icy sea below—it looked so cold!

Bu Tian took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and leaped onto the sword, standing behind Jiang Qingge.

He stiffly reached out and wrapped his arms around Jiang Qingge from behind.

But because I was so nervous, I placed my hands... too high.

My fingertips touched something unexpectedly soft.

Bu Tian was stunned, as if struck by lightning, and instantly turned to stone.

"hand."

Jiang Qingge's voice came from ahead, still calm as still water, but with a hint of barely perceptible coldness.

"Put it down a little."

Bu Tian's hand slid down to his waist as if he had been electrocuted, his face already burning red.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Senior Sister, I didn't mean to—"

Hold me tight.

Jiang Qingge ignored his stammering apology and spoke in a detached tone, as if she were saying, "Time to eat."

Bu Tian wished he could find a crack in the ice and disappear into it.

But the sword had already begun to move, so he could only grit his teeth and obediently hold onto his senior sister's waist.

This time, the hands were placed properly.

The next moment—

The longsword, carrying a chilling aura, plunged down the cliff like a bolt of lightning!

"call--!!"

The wind howled in our ears, and the icy sea receded wildly beneath our feet.

The two flew through the air on their swords, skimming over the sea surface covered with ice floes, at an astonishing speed.

Ice crystal fragments scattered and flew in the aftershocks of the sword energy, leaving a long white trail behind them.

Bu Tian hugged Jiang Qingge's waist, the wind making it hard for him to open his eyes.

But he still couldn't help but speak—

"Senior sister, how did you do that?"

The sound was mostly shattered by the strong wind, but Jiang Qingge still heard it.

"Sword intent resonates with heaven and earth." She turned her head, the wind ruffling the stray hairs at her temples.

"The sword is me, and I am the sword. Controlling the sword is like controlling myself, so I can naturally fly."

Bu Tian was silent for a moment.

"...Can I learn it?"

Jiang Qingge chuckled softly.

Yes, I laughed.

The sound was very soft, even softer than the wind, but Bu Tian felt the entire icy sea fall silent for a moment.

"You?" Jiang Qingge tilted her head and glanced at him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Your sword intent is not pure enough; your mind is filled with too many distractions, and you cannot control your sword."

Distractions?

Bu Tian was taken aback.

He subconsciously tightened his arms a little, then relaxed them as if he had been burned.

He knew perfectly well what kind of distracting thoughts he had.

"If you stop thinking about unnecessary things, you might be able to learn it."

Jiang Qingge's voice drifted on the wind, faint and gentle.

But Bu Tian felt that his senior sister's words had a hidden meaning, so he dared not respond.

He looked down and saw only the icy sea rushing backward beneath his feet, and a small section of his senior sister's fair wrist occasionally peeking out as her white clothes fluttered.

A faint, cool fragrance wafted in the air—

Like an ice orchid on a snow-capped mountain, it is cold, clean, and unsettling.

It's the scent of my senior sister.

Bu Tian's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly looked away, staring at the distant horizon, his ears already bright red.

Ahead, a majestic iceberg rises abruptly from the ground, piercing the clouds.

Jiang Qingge did not slow down; her longsword, imbued with a chilling aura, crashed straight into the iceberg wall—

"boom!"

The ice wall shattered, sending shards of ice flying everywhere! The longsword forcefully pierced through the hundreds-of-feet-thick ice wall, carrying the two of them into the heart of the ice mountain!

Tianmen Human Realm.

The longsword suddenly stopped in the ice corridor, and the light on its blade dimmed.

Jiang Qingge lightly touched the ground with her toes and landed gracefully.

Bu Tiansong released his hand faster than he drew his sword, took two steps back, turned his head away, and his ears turned bright red.

With a "hum," the longsword flew back into its sheath on its own, and Jiang Qingge didn't even glance at him.

But the faint smile at the corner of his mouth never disappeared.

This place is the outer perimeter of the Heavenly Gate, where countless martial arts masters who rely on Emperor Shitian have gathered.

The two manifested in an ice corridor.

Bu Tian casually stopped a burly man in brocade robes who was walking in a hurry.

"I have a question. Where is the Nameless Prison?"

Jiang Qingge did not speak, but stood quietly half a step behind Bu Tian, ​​her right hand always on the hilt of her sword, her cold gaze sweeping over the surrounding movements.

The big man was an elite among the people of Tianmen, and he had always acted arrogantly in this small area.

He looked Bu Tian up and down, then frowned.

"You look unfamiliar." The big man's tone was unfriendly. "Which branch are you from? Who gave you permission to stop people and ask them questions here?"

Bu Tian didn't answer, he just looked at him.

The burly man felt uncomfortable under that gaze and immediately became enraged. He formed his five fingers into a claw, wrapped in a sharp burst of true energy, and aimed straight for Bu Tian's throat.

"You won't talk, huh? I'll cripple you first!"

Bu Tian didn't even lift his eyelids.

The claw, wrapped in sharp true energy, stopped three inches from his throat.

The big man didn't stop it himself.

It was Bu Tian who had raised his left hand at some point, and two fingers gently pinched the big man's wrist.

It's like pinching the leg of a grasshopper.

"Click."

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed through the ice corridor.

The burly man never saw how Bu Tian made his move—

I felt a chill on my wrist, and then my entire right arm went numb.

"ah--!"

The burly man clutched his twisted and deformed right arm, staggering backward with a look of horror on his face.

"Tell me, where is Nameless?"

Bu Tian's voice was very soft, so soft that it sounded like he was talking to himself.

He flicked his fingertips, as if he was annoyed that he had just touched something dirty.

But a chilling aura, devoid of any warmth or human touch, sent a shiver down the back of the burly man.

"You little bastard! I'll kill you!"

The burly man, enraged, drew his long sword from his waist with his left hand and slashed down with tremendous force.

"Click."

The long sword shattered, and his left arm was also broken off, hanging limply at his sides.

"Will you tell or not?"

"Don't even think about it! I'm from Tianmen, why would I be afraid of someone like you—"

Before he could finish speaking, Bu Tian stomped down.

"Click."

The big man's right kneecap shattered with a crack, and his entire leg bent in an impossible direction.

"Aaaaaah—!!"

"Still not going to talk?" Bu Tian tilted his head slightly, his tone sounding like a compliment. "You're quite the tough guy."

He lifted his foot again and slowly stepped on his other leg.

"Click."

The burly man, his limbs crippled, lay paralyzed on the ice, unable to utter a single complete word except for his pitiful screams.

But his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Bu Tian, ​​filled with resentment and malice.

Bu Tian looked at him and nodded.

"He has a lot of backbone."

Then he slowly raised his right foot, hovering it three inches below the big man's crotch.

"But with all four legs ruined, keeping this fifth one probably won't be of much use, right?"