I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Just as their fingers gripped the hilt of the knife—

A pure "dragon madness" emotion, carrying an insane and relentless frenzied bloodlust, instantly cleaved through Duan Shen's reason and flooded into his mind!

Duan Shen's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his pupils contracted sharply, and his entire face became so ferocious that he completely lost his human reason.

His entire body was wreaking havoc with uncontrollable crimson energy, turning him into a little mad beast ready to chop people down at any moment—

Snapped!

The wave-breaking reaction was extremely fast.

A sharp slap landed on the back of her son's head, forcefully knocking his little hand off the knife handle.

Duan Shen was jolted by the slap, then suddenly awoke as if from a dream. The crimson in his eyes gradually faded, revealing a bewildered and aggrieved expression.

"Take my ass!" Duan Lang glared and cursed.

"These are the ten emotions of the dragon. You're just a little kid; do you think you can subdue them?!"

Duan Shen rubbed the back of his head, looking aggrieved, and took two steps back.

"I just wanted to see..."

"What are you looking at!" Duan Lang kicked him in the butt in an annoyed tone.

"What does the Duan family practice? It's physical strength, it's upright martial arts! Stay away from these iron lumps that can easily backfire!"

"A solid foundation is far more valuable than any fancy weapon!"

Duan Shen and Duan Wu exchanged a glance and both shrank back.

Father's words made sense, but the two of them still couldn't help but steal another glance at Mad Blade—

Boys, what boy doesn't love weapons?

After watching the chaotic scene of the tutoring session, Jiang Chen smiled slightly and turned to look at Duan Shuai, who had been standing by the pavilion and had not approached.

The old man had long since come to his senses. He stood to the side with his hands behind his back, calmly watching everything unfold, like a bystander watching a play.

Jiang Chen casually picked out a small, bright red dragon pearl from the wicker bag, held it in his palm, and handed it over.

"Grandpa, you should have one too."

"This stuff is perfect for someone your age. Eating it will prolong your life, and living for several more decades is no problem."

Duan Shuai glanced down at Xiao Longyuan.

Its bright red color and warm glow truly make it a rare treasure.

If left outside, it would probably drive countless white-haired old monsters of the martial arts world to fight and vie for it like madmen.

however--

The old man simply smiled faintly and gently pushed Jiang Chen's hand back.

"Thank you for your kindness, Elder."

He shook his head, his voice calm:

"At my age, I've long since reached the end of my martial arts journey, and I have no more pursuits."

"Lifespan—when a person lives, what is meant to come will come, and what is meant to go will go. If you insist on taking away the few decades that God is unwilling to give you, you will feel uncomfortable."

Duan Shuai raised his eyes, looked at the distant, cloud-shrouded main peak of the Tianshan Mountains, and then looked back at his unfilial son who was still embracing his wife. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

"Now that I'm surrounded by my children and grandchildren, I'm content with just drinking, basking in the sun, and spending time with my two troublesome grandsons every day."

"This is such a good thing—"

He gestured with his chin towards the two boys who were still eyeing the rattan bag greedily:

"Leave it to the next generation."

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, then smiled and withdrew his hand, tossing the Little Dragon Essence back into the bag.

"The old man is very insightful."

He nodded and didn't try to persuade him further.

Duan Shuai smiled at him, then stepped aside and returned to being a bystander watching the show.

Jiang Chen suddenly looked up and spoke softly towards the depths of the bamboo forest:

"Wen Nu, Leng Yan."

The words fell.

Two dark figures drifted down from the bamboo shadows like ghosts, silently kneeling on one knee in front of Jiang Chen.

A man and a woman, both dressed in black, were the two sword slaves who had protected Duan Lang for many years.

Jiang Chen flicked his finger.

Two crimson dragon orbs flew from his fingertips and hovered steadily in front of the two people, their red light reflecting on their faces.

"This is a reward for you."

Wen Nu and Leng Yan exchanged a glance, both of them filled with shock.

The two reacted almost simultaneously, hurriedly clasping their hands and bowing their heads:

"Protecting my master is a sword slave's duty!"

"I have not rendered any service, and I truly dare not accept such a generous reward!"

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, finding this kind of rigid formality most annoying.

"Dawdling and procrastinating."

His fingers twitched slightly.

call out!call out!

Two streaks of red light, moving at a speed almost impossible for the naked eye to follow, slammed directly into the mouths of the two men who were about to refuse again—a single blow to their throats!

"Gurgle."

The two swallowed it instinctively, before they even had time to react.

The next second—

A warm current exploded within their bodies!

The martial arts bottleneck that had been stuck for many years and countless days and nights of hard work was now torn to shreds on the spot by this gentle yet domineering medicinal power, just like a thin wall made of paper!

Boom! Boom!

Two extremely concentrated streams of true energy shot into the sky, causing the bamboo leaves around the pavilion to tremble violently.

Wen Nu and Leng Yan were utterly shocked, their eyes filled with disbelief.

A moment later, the two of them came to their senses and kowtowed heavily.

"Thank you so much, Elder, for the medicine!"

The "Treasure Distribution Meeting" on the back hill has come to an end.

Seeing his subordinates both break through to higher realms, and Yan Ying gaining an extra ten years of pure internal energy, Duan Lang was immediately filled with desire and could no longer restrain himself.

He turned around and pulled Yan Ying, who was still curiously feeling the flow of true energy within her body, into a tight embrace with one hand, and hurriedly walked out of the pavilion.

"Yingying, hurry!" He whispered in Yan Ying's ear, but it wasn't low at all.

"While it's hot! Go back and practice a few more rounds. I need to personally verify the practical effectiveness of your true energy!"

"Be serious—!"

Yan Ying's face flushed bright red, and she reached out and pinched his lower back hard.

"Dad's still behind! And the kids too!"

"What are you afraid of!" Duan Lang shouted behind him without turning his head.

"Dad! Take those two brats back!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned into a streak of light and disappeared with his wife.

Duan Shuai stood outside the pavilion, watching helplessly as his unfilial son, like a bandit raiding a village, grabbed and robbed, then ran away—

He was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, his whiskers standing on end.

"No respect for elders!"

The old man looked at his two beloved grandsons, who had just rolled in the mud on the grass, and his previously bristling beard immediately softened, his eyes filled with heartache.

"Ouch, my dear grandson, did you hurt yourself?"

Duan Shuai quickly stepped forward, gently brushing the dust off the two brothers, then took one in each hand, smiling kindly.

"Come on, let's ignore your dad and go back with Grandpa to change into some dry clothes!"

Duan Shen and Duan Wu obediently followed their grandfather toward the Heavenly Palace, but before leaving, they frequently turned back, gazing longingly at the ten divine weapons.

The noisy pavilion gradually quieted down.

Jiang Chen's two wives—

They had already leisurely eaten their fill of water on the side.

Holding the painting she had just chosen in her arms, Di Ermeng smiled and nodded to Jiang Chen.

With a dozen or so bright red "candies" bulging in her pocket, You Ruo skipped and hopped, tugging at Di Er Meng's sleeve, and went back to her room, completely satisfied.

Jiang Chen was the only one left in the pavilion.

He then slowly stretched out a long yawn, his joints cracking.

He rolled up his long sleeves.

The remaining small dragon essence, along with ten peerless divine weapons imbued with extreme terror.

His figure swayed slightly—

They had reached the deepest underground chamber of the Supreme Elder's Pavilion.

slam-la-

He casually threw everything onto the ground.

Piles of top-grade Lesser Dragon Essence, along with ten treasures powerful enough to leave corpses strewn across the battlefield for martial artists outside, were carelessly dumped in a corner of the secret room like trash—collecting dust and dirt.

Jiang Chen clapped his hands.

Turning around, he left the secret room and came to an extremely quiet secluded retreat in the backyard.

He sat down cross-legged and slowly took out the true core spoils of this trip from his bosom.

The real Dragon Essence.

A core crystal the size of a fist, its entire body was crimson red to almost transparent, and its interior seemed to contain the scorching flames of the Nine Abyss Heaven, so intense that one dared not look directly at it.

Deep within the crystal, the faint phantom of an enraged ancient dragon roars and charges, emanating a terrifying pressure that makes one feel as if their soul is about to be torn apart with just a glance!

This is the divine dragon—the supreme essence accumulated over 65 million years.

Extremely violent, extremely pure.

"The taste—it's passable."

Jiang Chen's eyes were deep, and a smile that was extremely arrogant slowly curled up at the corners of his mouth.

Open your mouth and inhale.

Om-!

The dragon essence, powerful enough to instantly annihilate any supreme expert, transformed into a dazzling, violent stream of light and was swallowed whole by him.

boom--!

The Dragon Essence entered my stomach, but it felt neither warm nor smooth, unlike the comfortable feeling of the Small Dragon Essence melting in my mouth.

It was like a blazing sun just pulled out of the Nine Abyss Furnace, which Jiang Chen swallowed whole!

A violent heatwave instantly engulfed my entire body.

It felt as if his internal organs had been thrown into a divine furnace and were being burned, with every inch of his flesh making a hissing sound.

This force is not just a simple burst of energy—it is the indestructible obsession of the dragon, making a desperate counterattack.

If it were someone else—

Even if Emperor Shitian, who had mastered the Sacred Heart Technique, were here in person, he would have already been burned to ashes by this extremely domineering power, his primordial spirit destroyed.

But it was Jiang Chen.

His long-dormant Qilin blood, provoked by this, suddenly roared and awakened deep within his bloodline!

Roar--!

A furious roar originating from the depths of his bloodline shook even his primordial spirit.

From every pore of Jiang Chen's body, crimson flames burst forth—

A faint, ancient Qilin's low murmur echoed from within the crimson flames—the ultimate Yang fire of the Fire Qilin, hidden deep within the very source of its bloodline.

Immediately afterwards—

The divine light transformed from the Dragon Essence also emanated from his body, condensing into a ferocious Tyrannosaurus Rex phantom, roaring as it tried to tear apart his physical body, break free of its restraints, and return to the world.

One unicorn, one dragon.

The two auspicious beast spirits engaged in a fierce battle, using Jiang Chen's physical body as their battlefield.

The meridians were severed—and then instantly restored in the next moment.

Bones shattered—the golden body is rebuilt in the next second.

Jiang Chen showed no sign of pain.

He didn't even twitch an eyebrow.

He remained seated cross-legged as a rock, letting his body churn, his spirit as steady as Mount Tai.

"How dare a mere remnant soul act so presumptuously?"

With a thought, a terrifying will, powerful enough to suppress all living beings, suddenly descended.

"melt."

A low shout, so faint it couldn't be fainter, yet it sounded like the very laws of heaven and earth were proclaiming their judgment.

The dragon and unicorn shadows, locked in a fierce battle of flesh and blood, let out a mournful cry of resentment before being forcibly crushed by an irresistible force and pressed into Jiang Chen's limbs and bones.