I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Chu Chu's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.

Although I felt that Bu Jingyun's words were too arrogant, thinking about the past achievements of the Uncrying Death God... it doesn't seem like he was exaggerating.

Nie Feng put down the chess piece and spoke gently:

"Don't worry too much, everyone. Since Tian'er dared to venture into the Heavenly Gate alone, he must have something to rely on. Let's just wait for good news."

Nie Renwang opened his mouth, but ultimately sighed and said no more.

As the sun set in the west, the fading light was like blood.

The mountain wind grew stronger, whipping up fallen leaves that flew everywhere.

Chu Chu finally couldn't sit still any longer. She suddenly stood up, looked towards the direction outside the mountain, and frowned deeply.

"It's already this late, I hope nothing bad has happened?"

"Chuchu, wait a little longer." Dugu Meng held her hand.

Just then, a clear laugh echoed from the end of the mountain path.

"I've caused my mother worry; I'm an unfilial child."

Hearing the sound, everyone turned to look in the direction of the voice.

As the sun set, two figures appeared, stepping on the evening glow, and drifted in.

The young man in the lead was tall and straight, full of vigor, with a warm smile on his lips.

There were a few specks of dust and blood on his robes, but he was full of energy and showed no signs of fatigue.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man, whose face was slightly pale, but whose demeanor was refined and had the air of a grandmaster—it was the rescued Nameless.

As for Jiang Qingge, after returning to the mountain, she went straight back to the bamboo forest behind the mountain and did not come here.

"Tian'er!" Chu Chu's eyes welled up with tears, and she quickly went to greet him.

Bu Tian ran up to his mother in a few strides, grinning, "Mom, I'm back."

Chu Chu looked him up and down, frowned when she saw the bloodstains and dust on his robes, and patted him on the head:

"If you dare to run around alone again, I'll break your legs."

He was all bark and no bite, but after taking the picture, he still reached out and gently brushed the dust off his collar.

Qing'er had already run over, her eyes red, and circled around Bu Tian to make sure he was really not injured before letting out a long sigh, her eyes even redder.

Dugu Meng also walked over quickly, looked Bu Tian up and down, and seeing that he was indeed full of energy, she was slightly relieved. She turned her head to look at Wuming and nodded slightly in greeting.

Nie Renwang breathed a long sigh of relief, his heart finally at ease. His old face was beaming with joy, and he slapped Bu Tian on the shoulder:

"Good lad! It's good to be back! It's good to be back!"

Bu Tian staggered a step after being slapped, grimacing, "Uncle Nie, please be gentle..."

Inside the pavilion, Bu Jingyun's hand holding the chess piece paused slightly.

A barely perceptible smile curved his lips, before his expression returned to its usual coldness.

He placed the chess piece in his hand and said calmly, "I won."

Nie Feng looked at the giant dragon that had been captured on the chessboard and smiled bitterly.

"Senior Brother Yun is a step ahead; I, Feng, concede defeat."

He knew perfectly well that Bu Jingyun had noticeably sped up his last few moves in this game—

It wasn't that I was in a hurry to win the game; it was that I was in a hurry to go out and see my son.

But this person would rather die than utter the word "worry".

The two got up and walked outside the pavilion.

Bu Jingyun's gaze swept over Bu Tian, ​​looking him up and down.

He saw the dust and bloodstains on the robe, but after confirming that there was no serious injury, he said nothing and turned his gaze to Wuming.

Although his expression remained cold and stern, he had unusually toned down his arrogance and clasped his hands in a salute.

"Master."

The two words, though light, carry immense weight.

A hint of relief flashed in Wuming's eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Jingyun, how have you been?"

"Senior, you have suffered." Nie Feng bowed respectfully, his demeanor gentle and refined.

Wuming waved his hand and gave a bitter smile:

"I'm ashamed to say that if it weren't for Tian'er's rescue, I'm afraid I would have died of old age in that ice cave."

Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Tian'er, tell me quickly, how did you rescue the nameless senior?" Nie Renwang couldn't contain his curiosity and asked urgently.

Bu Tian smiled calmly, speaking casually:

"It's nothing serious, just killing a few people who were blocking the way."

Did you kill a few people who were blocking your way?

Everyone looked at each other.

A place that can imprison nameless people is no ordinary place.

The person blocking the way must be no ordinary person.

Only the nameless knew the danger involved.

The priests and goddesses, which one of them wasn't a peerless master who was renowned throughout the region?

In addition, there were countless elite troops from Tianmen.

But in Bu Tian's eyes, it was as trivial as stepping on a few ants.

"Where is Indra?" Nie Renwang was increasingly alarmed as he listened. "How did you manage to defeat Indra?"

In his view, it was impossible to snatch someone away from Indra without defeating Indra.

Bu Tian scratched his head: "Defeat Di Shitian? I didn't even encounter him."

"Didn't you run into them?!" Everyone was taken aback.

"Emperor Shitian is guarding the Heavenly Gate. You stormed in and caused such a commotion, yet he didn't even show up?" Nie Renwang frowned.

Everyone else also felt that something was wrong.

The Heavenly Gate is the territory of Indra. How could he remain indifferent when someone comes to rescue prisoners?

"Could it be... that Emperor Shitian deliberately let Senior Wuming go?" Nie Feng's gaze sharpened.

These words caused a chill to run down everyone's spines.

If it was deliberately let go, then Indra probably has some bigger conspiracy.

Nameless shook his head:

"It's hard to say. Either they had other plans, or... they weren't at Tianmen at the time."

Bu Tian shrugged:

"Whatever, we've saved him. If he's not happy, let him come find me."

"You!" Chu Chu reached out and pinched his arm. "You're so stubborn!"

Bu Tian hissed and quickly hid behind Bu Jingyun.

Bu Jingyun moved a step to the side expressionlessly, leaving Chu Chu's attack path open.

Nie Feng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Even Nie Renwang was amused; the tense atmosphere that had been building for so long finally relaxed at this moment.

Nie Feng suddenly remembered something, and his expression turned serious:

"Senior, what exactly does Indra intend to do by capturing you? Has he... tortured you?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their gaze to Wuming, filled with concern.

Indra is eccentric and ruthless. If Wuming falls into his hands, he is likely to meet a terrible fate.

Wuming shook his head, his expression rather strange: "There was no torture, on the contrary... they treated me with great courtesy."

"Extraordinary treatment?" Everyone was taken aback.

Wuming sighed softly: "He said he was my ancestor, and he even took me to see the portraits of the Wei family's ancestors."

"The Wei family?" Nie Renwang asked, puzzled. "Isn't that your surname, senior..."

"Nameless is merely an alias. My family name is indeed Wei," Nameless explained, his gaze distant, as if recalling something.

"The person in that portrait is the ancestor whom my Wei family has worshipped for generations."

"This..." The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

Indra has lived for so long, and is he an ancestor of the nameless?

This generational hierarchy is truly frightening.

"Then why did Indra imprison you, senior?" Dugu Meng couldn't help but ask.

"Because I rejected him." The nameless man gave a bitter smile.

"Indra invited me to participate in slaying the dragon, but we are not on the same path, so I refused on the spot and was then frozen by him with the Sacred Heart Technique."

Everyone suddenly realized, and then their hearts tightened again.

Slaying dragons? Dragon essence? This Emperor Shitian's scheme is far-reaching!

Bu Jingyun frowned slightly and spoke for the first time: "Slaying a dragon... does he intend to attack a dragon?"

Wuming nodded: "Dragons are ancient divine beasts, containing dragon essence within their bodies."

After a moment of silence, Bu Jingyun coldly uttered, "That's none of our business."

"Alright, this is not the place for conversation," Bu Jingyun said coldly, interrupting the group's banter.

"Let's go back to the room first; Master needs to rest."

Everyone then realized that the wind was strong here, and Wuming had just escaped from danger and really needed to rest.

The group, surrounded by Wuming and Butian, walked into the manor amidst laughter and chatter.

Chu Chu held onto Bu Tian's sleeve tightly, refusing to let go, as if afraid he would run away again.

Qing'er followed on the other side of Bu Tian, ​​stealing glances at him every now and then before quickly lowering her head, her ears turning slightly red.

The setting sun cast long shadows of everyone, creating a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

Only the blood-red setting sun on the horizon seemed to foreshadow that this storm in the martial world had only just begun.

Night fell, and the moon and stars were few.

After everyone had rested, Wuming went alone to a quiet and secluded hermitage.

This is the place where Jiang Chen usually plays the flute.

"This junior is nameless and requests an audience with you, senior." Nameless stood outside the door and bowed respectfully.

After a moment of silence, a languid voice came from inside—

"Come in."

Wuming pushed open the door and entered, only to see Jiang Chen leaning against the window admiring the moon, holding a jade cup, looking as relaxed as if he were on vacation.

On the table was a pot of sake and two cups.

Wuming was slightly taken aback—the second cup had already been placed before he arrived?

"Sit down." Jiang Chen casually pointed to the stone bench opposite him and poured himself another cup.

The nameless man thanked him, took his seat, accepted the wine glass, and his expression was solemn.

"I have come here specifically to express my gratitude."

"Tian'er told me that if it weren't for the senior's transmission of skills, which helped him to undergo a complete transformation, it would have been impossible for Tian'er to break into the Heavenly Gate and rescue the junior on his own."

"I will never forget your great kindness, even if I am nameless and have no teeth to remember it."

Jiang Chen took a sip of sake and smiled calmly:

"Tian'er has good potential; he's a promising talent."

"I just gave it a push, it's nothing serious."

Despite this, Wuming knew perfectly well what was going on.

The fact that Bu Tian's strength could increase to this level in such a short time is an astonishing feat, a truly extraordinary method.

Not to mention Jiang Qingge...

Wuming hesitated for a moment, then cautiously spoke:

"Senior, please forgive my intrusion."

"Your disciple, Miss Qingge... I couldn't even sense her swordsmanship at all using the Heavenly Sword Intent, this..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen paused slightly in his wine glass, then chuckled softly, his tone carrying a deeper meaning:

"Qingge, that girl... her path is different from Tian'er's."

"Some things you don't need to see through; it's right if you don't."

Wuming felt a chill run down his spine and dared not ask any further questions.

For this unfathomable senior to use such a tone to evaluate Jiang Qingge's swordsmanship, it must be far more terrifying than he imagined.

"However..." Jiang Chen changed the subject, his gaze falling on Wuming, a half-smile playing on his lips.

"Nameless, there's something I want to say, but I don't know if I should."

"Please speak frankly, senior," Wuming quickly bowed.

Jiang Chen put down his wine glass, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and said in a playful tone:

"You're good at everything, except you're too slow when it comes to fighting."

"When fighting, they always like to hold back, what's with all this talk of martial ethics?"

"Look at you, when exactly do you fail at a crucial moment?"

"They are either poisoned or seriously injured. Despite their earth-shattering cultivation, they often fall to the ground before they can even unleash 30% of their power."

"He has the skill to play the erhu at full health, but when it comes to a real fight, he's just a low-health character wandering around aimlessly."

"You're not tired, but I'm tired for you."