I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"This is the kill list I have prepared for you."

Indra's tone was chilling, as if it came from the deepest hell:

"Those on the list are all stumbling blocks to my great cause."

Ice Emperor reached out and took the scroll.

He felt a chilling, bone-deep coldness upon touching it, even colder than the ancient, ten-thousand-year-old ice. He slowly unrolled the scroll—

By the dim light—

One by one, names as bright red as blood came into his view:

Bu Jingyun.

nameless.

Stepping into the sky.

There were also a group of people who betrayed Tianmen: Luo Xian, Huai Kong, Huai Mie, Wu Er...

The last name.

What made the Ice Emperor's pupils shrink slightly was the Divine General.

Even the former God of War of Tianmen was on his master's kill list.

Looking at this string of names, the Ice Emperor's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his whole body exuded a murderous aura.

He immediately put away the scroll, knelt on one knee, and clasped his hands in a deep fist salute:

"Disciple obeys—!"

He abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with cruelty and brutality:

"No matter where they flee to—"

"Now that I'm on Master's kill list—"

Even if the King of Hell himself came, he couldn't save their lives!

"Go." Di Shitian waved his hand, and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

"Don't let me down."

"yes--!"

The Ice Emperor rose, took one last look at the already cold corpse on the ground, and let out a cold snort—

Without turning his head, he strode out.

Thirty years of ice, now freed in a single day.

This world is destined to be engulfed in bloodshed once again because of his return.

Tianxin Village.

This place is nestled against the mountains and beside the water, boasting beautiful scenery.

The clear river meanders through the area, with weeping willows lining both banks, making it a truly rare paradise.

An old-fashioned wooden bridge spans the river.

On the bridge, a burly man was walking slowly.

Dressed in coarse linen, a typical farmer's attire, with a rugged face, he looked extremely honest and simple.

Only a pair of eyes that occasionally open and close—

It subtly revealed a gleam that sent shivers down one's spine.

This person—

It was none other than the former God of War of Tianmen – the Divine General.

After Emperor Shitian fled in defeat, he left Tianmen without looking back, changed his name, and returned to Tianxin Village, which he had established in his early years.

He knew very well:

The names of his divine generals are probably already on Indra's kill list.

Suddenly—

The divine general paused slightly, his gaze falling upon the riverbank.

Two figures were seen slowly walking towards them on the riverbank.

Walking in front was a middle-aged man with a fleshy face and an arrogant expression.

And following behind him—

He was a boy who was about ten years old.

The boy was dressed in tattered clothes, his silver hair fluttering gently in the river breeze, and his face was stern.

Although still young, his brows revealed a sense of vicissitude and fortitude that was completely out of character for his age.

Most notably,

A crimson sword-shaped birthmark was faintly visible in the center of his forehead, as if he were born with a sword-like birthmark!

And his shoulder blades—

He was firmly locked in place by two thick iron locks, which restricted his martial arts skills.

"Um?"

The god frowned slightly, his gaze fixed intently on the young man.

It wasn't because of the two heavy iron clasps on his collarbone—

Rather, it was his divine intuition, which he had long since developed, that allowed him to perceive with exceptional sensitivity:

Inside the boy's body—

It harbored a chilling, extremely sharp sword intent!

Although this sword intent was forcibly suppressed by the two fine iron locks, it was still like a budding sword—its sharpness concealed.

"At such a young age—to possess such sword intent..."

The god was secretly startled.

immediately--

A sense of vigilance welled up in my heart.

"Could it be... a spy sent by Indra to track me down?"

He had been on guard against Indra's pursuit all this time.

This unexpected boy appeared precisely when he was most on guard—

Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

A fierce glint flashed in the god's eyes. He then concealed all his aura, pretending to be nonchalant, and walked down the bridge directly toward the two people.

Not close yet —

The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head, pointed at the divine general with a fierce expression, and shouted:

"Hey—! I'm a member of the Mingjian Hall!"

He was spitting as he spoke, his expression extremely arrogant:

"Our sect leader's Bright Moon Sword Technique is already renowned throughout the martial world! If you know what's good for you—get the hell out of my sight!"

The divine general paused, his gaze sweeping over the man and the boy behind him—

Although the man shouted fiercely, his steps were unsteady, clearly indicating that his internal strength was mediocre.

As for the young man behind him, although he possessed an astonishing sword intent, judging from the middle-aged man's demeanor—

He is definitely not a member of the Heavenly Gate.

The people of Tianmen wouldn't be so reckless as to be courting death.

It would never be so...foolish.

The god secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry—" He lowered his head, his voice flat.

"You've mistaken me for someone else."

After saying that, he turned sideways and quickly walked past the two of them.

"Hmph! You're smart to know your place!"

Behind him came the man's extremely smug snort.

The god was gradually fading into the distance—but he secretly shook his head in his heart.

Just now, I brushed past the boy.

He clearly saw—

A barely perceptible hint of resentment and stubbornness flashed in the boy's eyes.

That glance was strikingly similar to how he looked when he first entered the martial world in his youth.

The god will walk along the winding path deeper into the village.

Just around the corner—

A clear and melodious sound entered his ears.

"uncle--!"

The god will raise his head.

Under the shade of a tree ahead, a girl was running quickly toward him.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a light purple cloth dress. She had delicate features and a pair of large eyes as clear as a mountain spring.

She ran a little too fast, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and there were a few glistening beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Shao Mei?"

The god stopped in his tracks.

The chilling glint in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a rare gentleness.

What are you doing here?

"I...I..."

The girl seemed a little shy, lowered her head, twisted the hem of her clothes with her hands, and stammered as she spoke:

"I...I just happened to be passing by..."

"You've been behind the tree—spying on those two people."

The divine general revealed the truth in a single sentence.

Although the tone was stern, there was not a trace of reproach in it:

"Shaomei, your uncle raised you from childhood—you can't hide it from me."

"Uncle just got back from a long journey, he must be exhausted!"

Having her thoughts exposed, Shao Mei's pretty face flushed even more. She quickly changed the subject, stepped forward, and took the general's rough hand:

"Go home and rest! I've already prepared dinner!"

God will let her lead him.

His gaze fell upon the vibrant back of the young girl, and a slight ripple stirred in his heart.

Shaomei has grown up day by day.

They adopted her back then—

It was because the charm in her eyes and brows, from a young age, resembled that of a woman he had once deeply loved but could never have.

As she grows up year by year, her features become more and more like his—so much so that sometimes he doesn't dare to look at her too much.

"Uncle, it's so good to see you back!"

Shao Mei turned around and gave the god a sweet smile.

That smile—

Like a gentle spring breeze, it instantly dispelled all the gloom that had risen in the god's heart because of the mysterious boy.

"Um."

The god responded softly, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips.

As long as this little girl is still here—

This Tianxin Village was the only pure land for his divine general in this chaotic world.

To keep Shao Mei away from the conflicts of the martial world, the deity specially placed her here and found a kind old woman to take care of her daily life.

He himself would return to visit every now and then.

Every time, she would change into this simple, commoner's outfit.

Just to enjoy a moment of family bliss.

As night fell, the house was brightly lit.

The table was laden with a sumptuous feast, steaming hot and fragrant.

"Uncle—this is your favorite spicy chicken and braised beef!"

Shao Mei carried two plates of food and placed them in front of the deity as if presenting treasures, her face beaming with a proud smile:

"This took Shao Mei a lot of effort to make! Uncle, please try it!"

The god picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly.

The simple, home-style flavors brought tears to the eyes of this "God of War of Tianmen," who had once been accustomed to delicacies in the Tianmen Palace.

"Ugh—"

He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and looked at Shaomei:

"Shaomei, you've become more and more sensible."

Shao Mei blinked, then suddenly put down her chopsticks and asked cautiously:

"Uncle... how long will you be staying this time?"

There was a hint of nervousness in her tone—

Every time I asked this question, the answer was always, "I'll be leaving in a few days."

The god remained silent for a moment.

"I'm not leaving."

Just three simple words.

Shao Mei was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly, a pair of large eyes lit up, and a smile spread from the corners of her mouth all the way to her eyebrows:

"Really?! Uncle, are you serious?!"

"Um."

The god lowered his head to pick up some food, speaking in a calm tone as if he were discussing the weather:

"I won't go anywhere else from now on. I'll stay here with you."

Shao Mei's eyes immediately reddened.

She tried her best to hold back, nodding forcefully, but her voice still trembled with tears:

"That's great...that's great..."

After several rounds of drinks, the general put down his chopsticks and asked, seemingly casually:

"By the way—your uncle has a question for you."

"That silver-haired boy you saw by the river today, didn't you think he was special?"

His gaze was piercing, fixed intently on Shao Mei:

"Uncle, look at you—you seem to have a deep impression of him."

"Um--!"

Shao Mei nodded heavily.

He put down his bowl and chopsticks, his expression becoming somewhat serious.

"I have a gut feeling—"

"He must have fallen into a trap set by the Mingjian Hall to be captured and forced into servitude!"

"Oh?"

The god raised an eyebrow slightly, signaling her to continue.

"Actually, this silver-haired boy—"

Shao Mei recalled, a hint of sympathy flashing in her eyes.

"It appeared in our village six months ago!"

"Ling Shaofeng, the young master of Mingjian Hall, often bullies and causes trouble in our village because of his father's power. The boy was harmed by them."

"So I always feel—"

"He must have fallen for Mingjiantang's trick!"

When Shao Mei got emotional, she even became somewhat indignant:

"I feel sorry for him—that's why I'm paying so much attention to him."