I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Before Yan Ying could react, Duan Lang yanked her out of bed. Her outer garment wasn't even properly tied, and the collar on one shoulder was askew. She was dragged out like that.

"Husband! I'm not dressed yet—!"

"We'll deal with it when we get there! It's too late!"

As we passed the bamboo forest martial arts arena, the brothers Duan Shen and Duan Wu were sparring face to face, their fists and palms clashing and creating a powerful and swift exchange.

On the stone bench next to him, Duan Shuai was sitting with his legs crossed, drinking tea and watching the show, occasionally commenting on his grandson's moves, looking quite content.

Duan Lang didn't stop at all. He grabbed Duan Shen with his left hand and tucked Duan Wu under his armpits with his right hand, and continued running.

"Dad?! What are you doing?!" Duan Shen struggled twice but couldn't break free.

"Let me go! I haven't finished my punch yet!" Duan Wu shouted angrily, kicking his legs.

"Stop talking nonsense! Go to the back mountain! If you're late, you won't even get any soup!"

Duan Shuai held his teacup and watched his son, carrying two grandsons, whiz past him like a gust of wind, followed by his disheveled daughter-in-law. His lips twitched.

"...What kind of family is this?"

Duan Shuai's curiosity was piqued—why were these people in such a hurry? What on earth had happened in the back mountain?

He put down his teacup, stroked his beard, and strolled leisurely toward the back of the mountain.

Before long, several streaks of light landed outside the pavilion.

The broken wave landed first.

His clothes were wide open, his hair was askew, and his belt was wrapped crookedly around his waist one and a half times. He carried Duan Shen under his left arm and Duan Wu under his right arm, like he was carrying two little chicks.

Yan Ying was dragged behind him, clutching the belt around his waist. Half of her shoulder was exposed, her hair was disheveled, and stray hairs at her temples were blown by the wind onto her sweaty face.

As soon as they landed, Duan Lang threw his two grown sons onto the grass.

Duan Shen and Duan Wu rolled twice on the ground, then got up together, glaring angrily—

This old man is really inhuman.

"Jiang Chen! Are you in such a hurry to kill me?!"

Duan Lang frantically fastened his belt as he strode into the pavilion, his skin inside his clothes still red, clearly telling everyone what he had just been doing.

"I haven't even pulled my pants up properly, what 'treasure' are you talking about?"

Jiang Chen raised his eyes and looked the newly appointed martial arts alliance leader up and down, his mouth twitching slightly.

"Tsk tsk." He was too lazy to say more, and gestured with his chin towards the giant rattan bag in the center of the pavilion.

See for yourself.

Duan Lang approached suspiciously, first carefully opening the bag and peering inside.

This look—

He froze on the spot.

His eyes forgot to move, he forgot to breathe, and even the smile on his lips froze on his face.

"hiss--"

The sound of someone gasping for breath could be clearly heard in the quiet pavilion.

Inside the bag, the crimson dragon essences were piled up like a mountain, numbering at least tens of thousands. Each one was lustrous and translucent, radiating a breathtakingly powerful vitality.

And within the gaps between these countless small dragon essences, ten divine weapons, each entirely black and of a different shape, were also obliquely inserted—

Each one was surrounded by extremely intense emotional fluctuations—anger, hatred, sorrow, and ferocity—layer upon layer, making the surrounding air thick and sticky.

As a Celestial Realm expert, Duan Lang felt a buzzing sensation on his scalp as soon as he touched the bag opening with his divine sense.

The source of this power is enough to destroy the world.

"This...this is..."

Duan Lang's voice cracked as he abruptly turned his head, staring intently at Jiang Chen, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

"The life force of the dragon?! The essence of the dragon?!"

"Hmm." Jiang Chen nodded, his expression indifferent, as if he were confirming that the weather was nice today.

"Holy crap—!"

Duan Lang jumped up on the spot, his fingers trembling as he poked at the bag of small dragon essences, then poked at Jiang Chen.

"Don't try to fool me! The divine dragon won't be born until the auspicious day! That day is still a long way off! Where did you get this thing wholesale?!"

"A day of auspicious omen?"

Jiang Chen picked up a cup of tea from the stone table, which had long since gone cold, and slowly took a sip, his eyes filled with amusement.

"It's just a day when a Tyrannosaurus Rex comes out for some fresh air after a good night's sleep."

"I saw it was sleeping soundly, and not wanting to wait, I just dived straight to the bottom of the lake of fire—"

He made a perfectly casual downward chopping gesture.

"After we finished it, we forged ten weapons from its bones and scales, and refined its flesh and blood into the Little Dragon Essence. It's all here."

Just as he finished speaking, Duan Shuai, who was strolling slowly over, walked to the pavilion and overheard every word of what was said.

The teacup in the old man's hand—

With a "clang," it fell onto the bluestone slab and shattered into pieces.

Duan Shuai froze on the spot, his beard trembling, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

A monster that could excite his own son to this extent—

This Supreme Elder treated them like they were just browsing a market, grabbing and slaughtering them at will.

Just how unfathomable is this Supreme Elder's martial arts skill?

The more the old man thought about it, the colder his heart became. He subconsciously took half a step back, and the way he looked at Jiang Chen changed.

Jiang Chen ignored the old man's shock.

He casually reached into the wicker bag, scooped up a handful of bright red dragon pearls, and stuffed them into Duan Lang's hand.

"Each one is equivalent to ten years of arduous cultivation, capable of not only cleansing the marrow and transforming the body—"

He paused, then added something that would drive the entire martial arts world mad:

"Eat one, and you'll gain decades more in life."

"but--"

Jiang Chen extended a finger and tapped the edge of the wicker bag:

"This stuff is most effective when you swallow the first pill; it transforms you and prolongs your life."

"But if you take a second one, the effect will be greatly reduced. No matter how many you take, they'll just be like candy to get a taste."

"So don't be silly and stuff a handful into your mouth at once; it's a complete waste."

Duan Lang subconsciously held a handful of small dragon essences in his palm; the warmth felt so real, it didn't seem like an illusion.

Jiang Chen's gaze shifted to Yan Ying, who was still adjusting her collar outside the pavilion, and he smiled at her:

"Madam Sect Leader, you should try one too. Just swallow it like a candy."

"No—!"

Duan Lang's expression changed drastically. He rushed forward and blocked Yan Ying's outstretched hand.

The movement was so fast that even Yan Ying was startled.

"Jiang Chen, are you crazy?!"

Duan Lang turned and glared at Jiang Chen, his face saying, "You're going to get my wife killed."

"Yingying has absolutely no martial arts skills; she's just a mortal!"

"You know how violent the power of Dragon Essence is—if she swallows it, she'll explode and die on the spot!"

Jiang Chen looked at him, who was so protective of his wife, and waved his hand helplessly, his face full of "look at this bumpkin."

"What's the panic?"

"I have already refined all the violent true energy in the original dragon essence."

"What remains is the purest and gentlest essence of life."

"Don't even mention the sect leader's wife—"

Jiang Chen's lips curled into a smile.

"If newborn babies swallow it, it will only make them stronger and healthier."

After hearing these words, Duan Lang's heart, which had been in his throat, finally settled down.

He glanced at Jiang Chen, then looked down at the bright red dragon pearl in his palm. Half-believing, he picked one up and held it to Yan Ying's lips.

"Yingying, how about... how about you take a small bite and try it first?"

Yan Ying was amused by his hesitation. She smiled and tilted her head back, swallowing the whole little dragon pearl from his fingertip.

There was no excruciating pain from tearing apart meridians, and no tragic death from exploding body.

An extremely warm and soothing current slowly spread from her stomach, like a warm spring in spring, instantly washing over her limbs and bones.

In a short while.

A faint glow emanated from Yan Ying's body, her skin became as translucent as mutton fat jade, and even a few strands of her originally disheveled hair subtly rose up on their own.

She reached up and touched her face, letting out a surprised "Eh!"

The feel of my fingertips was completely different from before.

Immediately afterwards—

An extremely warm and gentle current flowed slowly through her body, gradually opening up inch by inch along the meridians she had never traversed before.

The beauty, who was so delicate just a moment ago that she could barely lift a pot of wine, now felt incredibly light and her breathing was several times easier.

"My husband!"

Yan Ying was both surprised and delighted, and subconsciously clenched her small fist—

"Smack."

With a soft sound, she startled herself. Looking down, she saw that the fallen leaf she was holding in her palm had been unconsciously crushed into powder.

"I...I just..."

She looked up, her eyes filled with an incredible, watery light.

"A divine object! It truly is a divine object!"

Duan Lang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he almost hugged his wife and spun her around twice on the spot.

The two older boys next to them—Duanshen and Duanwu—were already drooling with envy.

Seeing that their mother's consumption of the Little Dragon Essence had an immediate effect, the two brothers exchanged a glance and eagerly approached the rattan bag.

Duan Shen chuckled and had just reached in to grab a handful when Duan Lang smacked him on the forehead.

"What did Jiang Chen just say?! Only the first one works! Eating too many is just like taking a dump!"

While cursing, Duan Lang forcibly pried the extra small dragon essences from Duan Shen's hand, leaving only one for each of the two brothers, and slapping the rest back.

"One for each person! Don't waste Jiang Chen's resources!"

Duan Shen and Duan Wu pursed their lips and obediently swallowed their respective small dragon essences.

Gollum—

An extremely warm and soothing sensation gently spreads down the throat, comfortably coursing through the limbs and bones.

The two brothers were already incredibly talented and their cultivation far surpassed that of their peers. As soon as this pure and gentle vitality spread, it directly transformed them without any pain. The new true energy in their bodies was so abundant that they no longer looked like teenagers.

Duan Shen felt an inexhaustible supply of energy and spirit throughout his body. His eyes darted around, and he immediately fixed his gaze on the ten divine weapons—

Especially the most eye-catching one among them.

A heavy, crude, blunt, and unsharpened crimson-black iron cleaver.

This knife didn't even have a guard; its blade was as thick and heavy as a block of iron, gleaming with a dark, deathly light, and exuding an aura of primal ferocity devoid of any rationality.

"Father!" Duan Shen exclaimed excitedly, slashing down with his finger.

"This knife is so cool! I'm going to use it to split mountains!"

Before he finished speaking, his little hand had already reached out impatiently and grabbed the rough knife handle.