I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Two words.

It was as if a basin of icy water, frozen for a thousand years, had been poured over Luo Xian's head, instantly extinguishing all the tenderness and fantasies that had just risen in her heart.

Her delicate body trembled violently.

The color drained from his face in an instant.

All the tenderness in her eyes, all the smiles, all the sweetness she had stolen overnight—all crumbled completely in the face of those two words.

"So that's why..." Her lips trembled, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

Even in your dreams... you're still thinking of her...

Tears welled up in her eyes once again.

But this time—

She had already cried out loud.

Luo Xian bit her lower lip, hurriedly broke free from Huai Kong's embrace, grabbed the scattered clothes on the ground, wrapped them haphazardly around herself, and rushed out of the cave in a disheveled state without even having time to fix her hair.

The footsteps startled Huai Kong, who was sitting on the stone bed.

"Bai Ling—is that you?! Don't go—!"

Huai Kong suddenly woke up from his dream and reached out to grab the figure that had disappeared in front of him.

But in his palm, he only grasped emptiness.

He opened his eyes in a daze. The light was blinding, and he could only see a blurry white figure disappearing beyond the vines at the cave entrance.

"Bai Ling...?"

Huai Kong shook his groggy head, forcing himself to wake up, and slowly sat up.

This movement—

He suddenly felt a chill all over his body, his skin coming into direct contact with the cold air in the cave in the early morning.

looked down-

I was completely naked!

"What...what's going on?!"

He was terrified and hurriedly grabbed the clothes beside him to cover himself, but his mind was in complete chaos.

I vaguely remember that something... something unspeakable happened last night.

Some fragmented images flashed through my mind:

A soft, warm touch, suppressed breathing, a frail figure tightly embracing him—

But those images were so blurry, like looking at flowers through a fog, that they couldn't be clearly seen.

"Bai Ling...? Is it Bai Ling? Or...?"

Just then—the vines at the cave entrance were gently lifted.

Luo Xian carried a copper basin filled with clear water and slowly walked in.

She had already straightened her clothes, and although her hair was still a little messy, she forced herself to act as if nothing had happened, as if her hasty escape had never occurred.

"You're awake?"

Luo Xian's tone was very indifferent, so indifferent that no emotion could be detected.

But her gaze remained lowered, never lifting to look directly at Huai Kong even once.

"Miss Luo...Miss Luo?!"

Huai Kong was startled and hurriedly grabbed a piece of clothing to cover his body. He dressed in a flustered manner, his face full of undisguised embarrassment and awkwardness.

"I...we last night..."

He hesitated for a moment, but finally asked the question.

"Has something...gone wrong?"

Upon hearing this sentence—

The string that Luo Xian held so tightly finally snapped with a "snap".

"Clang—!"

The copper basin slipped and fell, splashing water everywhere. It rolled a long way on the ground, making a crisp, piercing echo.

"No!"

She suddenly looked up, her eyes brimming with tears she could no longer hold back, and she screamed almost in a hoarse voice.

"Nothing happened!"

The words fell.

Unable to suppress her grievances any longer, she covered her face, turned around abruptly, and rushed out of the cave once again.

"Miss Luo—!" Huai Kong felt a surge of anxiety.

Without bothering to straighten his clothes, he hurriedly threw on his outer garment and was about to chase after her—

As soon as he rushed out of the cave, a burly figure blocked his way.

"No one else?" Huai Kong was taken aback, grabbed the other's arm, and asked urgently.

"Have you seen Miss Luo? And—what exactly happened last night? Why did I…?"

Wu Er glanced at Huai Kong's disheveled appearance, then looked in the direction where Luo Xian had disappeared, and sighed deeply.

"Huai Kong." He shook his head.

"You're such a blockhead."

"Last night—you were poisoned by the Heavenly Gate's rare poison, 'Bi Mi Chun.' There is no cure for this poison; only by balancing Yin and Yang can you save your life."

"What?!?"

Huai Kong was struck dumb, frozen in place, even his breathing stopped.

Wu Er raised his hand, pointed in the direction Luo Xian had left, and said in a deep voice:

"It was Miss Luo... She sacrificed her own reputation to save you."

"it turns out……"

A roar echoed in Huai Kong's mind.

Those blurry fragments of memory from last night have now all come together—

That soft, warm touch, that suppressed breathing, that frail figure holding him tightly, as if afraid something might happen to him—

It turns out that it wasn't a dream, nor was it Bai Ling.

That has always been—Luo Xian.

An overwhelming sense of guilt, almost crushing him, surged into his heart instantly.

"Unique!"

Huai Kong suddenly grabbed Wu Er's shoulder, his expression extremely solemn.

"This matter—must never be mentioned to a third party!"

"Miss Luo is pure and innocent; she saved me... I absolutely cannot allow her reputation to be tarnished in the slightest because of me!"

Wu Er glanced at him silently, then finally nodded:

"Don't worry, I know."

"Thank you—!"

Huai Kong breathed a sigh of relief and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

He then swayed and ran wildly in the direction where Luo Xian had disappeared.

Wu Er watched his departing figure, then looked down at the still-wet puddle of water on the ground and the empty copper basin that had rolled into the corner of the wall.

He shook his head helplessly for a long time.

"Goddess Mother, Goddess Mother—"

He muttered to himself, his tone extremely complex.

Why are you doing this to yourself?

Even if you offer yourself... I'm afraid you still won't win his heart.

Deep in the jungle, a cool morning breeze blows.

Huai Kong sped all the way.

After stepping on countless withered branches and fallen leaves, he finally caught up with Luo Xian's lonely and thin figure by a stream.

"Miss Luo—!"

He stopped behind Luo Xian, panting heavily, looking at her trembling back. He had a thousand words in his heart, but he didn't know where to begin.

The most important thing to say, "I'm sorry," was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't utter a single word.

Luo Xian stiffened slightly upon hearing his voice.

She slowly turned around, her eyes still slightly red, but she forced a smile onto her face—

But hidden within that smile was an unconcealable, deep-seated desolation.

"I……"

Huai Kong opened his mouth, his face full of guilt, but he hesitated to speak:

"Miss Luo, about last night, I—"

"No need to say anything more."

Luo Xian gently interrupted Huai Kong.

She raised her head, her gaze gentle yet firm as she looked directly into Huai Kong's eyes.

At that moment, she seemed to suppress all her grievances, heartbreak, and resentment with a thin layer of smile.

"It was my own choice." Her voice was soft, yet steady.

"You don't need to worry about it."

Looking into her eyes, which were straining to hold back tears, Huai Kong felt a tightness in his throat and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

The stream flowed gently past their feet.

The morning mist lingered between the two, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere.

The sky was overcast, with dark clouds looming overhead.

After traversing the dense and secluded jungle, Indra and his party finally arrived at the heart of the island.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

A towering peak rises abruptly from the ground, piercing the sky!

The mountaintop resembles a volcanic crater, from which thick clouds constantly surge and billow, exuding an ancient and almost desolate aura.

It's as if this mountain has stood here since the beginning of time, silent for countless years, just waiting for someone to come today.

This is the heart of the island in the lake.

Legend has it that this is the dwelling place of the divine dragon.

The moment everyone stepped into this area—

Waaaaaah!

A bugle call.

It was desolate, profound, and tragic to the extreme!

The explosion suddenly erupted from the foot of the mountain, like an ancient war god sounding a mournful marching song in the clouds!

The sound of the horn pierced through the clouds and split the rocks, echoing back and forth between heaven and earth, even causing the clouds on the mountaintop to tremble.

Immediately afterwards—

A dense crowd of people surged out from the scattered stone villages at the foot of the mountain like a tide!

The Shui people have protected this place for generations.

They stood barefoot on the damp rocks, wielding harpoons, blades, and bone spears.

No armor, no battle robes, only bronze-colored skin and boiling blood.

Everyone's face was solemn, their eyes burning with a determination to protect them to the death.

Thousands of aquatic warriors quickly assembled as if facing a formidable enemy, some leaping into the water, others lining up on the shore—the core area of ​​the entire island in the middle of the lake instantly transformed into a desolate battlefield amidst the sound of horns.

Indra's entourage was forced to stop.

What lay before them was a vast expanse of water that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Beneath the surface, undercurrents surged, as if countless eyes were hidden within.

This is no ordinary river.

It is a vast inland sea—connecting directly to the open ocean, its depths unfathomable.

This body of water has become the last line of defense for the aquatic creatures to block Tianmen.

It's also their most familiar home ground.

Thousands of aquatic warriors stood in formation, ready to fight.

A bare chest, hideous tattoos, and hands gripping a weapon.

No one spoke.

Only thousands of murderous gazes were fixed intently on the group of uninvited guests approaching from afar.

A storm is brewing, and a somber atmosphere hangs over the world.

"A bunch of ants, how dare they block my path?"

Indra sat languidly in his golden sedan chair, his voice languid and devoid of any anger. Instead, it was as if he had been watching a play when he noticed a group of foolish clowns suddenly appearing on stage, and found it rather amusing.

"Divine General".

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly figure, as imposing as an iron tower, strode out, exuding a suffocatingly violent aura.

The god knelt on one knee, clasped his hands, and bowed his head:

"Your subordinate is here!"

Indra lazily raised a finger and gestured towards the water in front of him:

"Get rid of these ants for me."

The divine general abruptly rose to his feet, a cruel, sinister smile curling at the corner of his lips, his gaze sweeping across the waters ahead with lightning speed:

"Today, I, the God, will show these water rats the power of the World-Destroying Demon Body!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly leaped up and crashed into the water like a cannonball.