I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Tianxin Village, behind the mountain.

Shao Mei sneaked up the mountainside alone.

This was because the silver-haired boy had not gone down the mountain to fetch water for several days.

She was so curious that she finally mustered up the courage to come and find out.

At this moment, she was hiding behind a towering ancient tree, peeking out half her head and staring in fear at the imposing gate of Mingjian Hall in front of her.

My uncle once said that matters of the martial arts world are none of her business, as an ordinary person.

But Shao Mei just couldn't help it—

The boy's resentful gaze kept appearing in her mind every time she closed her eyes these past few nights.

Suddenly—

Two figures walked out from inside the gate of Mingjian Hall.

Shao Mei looked closely and was suddenly startled!

"what……"

"It's them—?"

Enemy road is narrow.

The man who emerged was the middle-aged man from the riverbank that day—

And a burly, fleshy young man in brocade robes.

Ling Shaofeng, son of the Mingjian Hall Master!

Ling Shaofeng's beady eyes swept over the area casually—

In an instant, they spotted the graceful figure hiding behind the big tree.

He was taken aback at first.

Overjoyed, his beady eyes immediately gleamed with lewd light.

He rubbed his chubby hands together and teased:

"Ha! I actually made it this far!"

"Hehe—you delivered yourself right to my doorstep—we can't miss this opportunity..."

In his eyes—

A lamb that comes to your door is already a sure thing.

Seeing that her whereabouts had been exposed, Shao Mei dared not linger any longer.

"You scoundrel—!"

She muttered a curse under her breath, then turned and ran.

Like a startled fawn, it dashed down the mountain.

"Trying to run away?"

Ling Shaofeng sneered.

Despite his large, fleshy appearance, he was surprisingly agile and kept close behind Shao Mei.

He continued to shout arrogantly:

"The girl I've set my sights on—you won't just leave like that!"

"Now that you've come to Mingjian Hall—don't expect to leave so easily!"

Shao Mei was, after all, just an extremely delicate young girl—

How could anyone outrun a martial arts practitioner?

In just a short while—

She then felt a gust of evil wind coming from behind her.

Ling Shaofeng had already caught up behind them.

He covered Shao Mei's mouth, preventing her from making any sound.

Immediately afterwards, his right hand transformed into a palm strike—striking heavily onto the back of her neck.

Snapped--!

A crisp sound.

Shao Mei felt a sudden darkness before her eyes—before she could even utter a sound, she instantly lost consciousness and collapsed softly into Ling Shaofeng's arms.

"hey-hey……"

After subduing Shao Mei, Ling Shaofeng, with a lewd and smug look on his face, reached out and pinched Shao Mei's fair and tender face.

A near-mad desire flashed in his eyes.

Immediately—he turned his head, lowered his voice, and urgently instructed the middle-aged subordinate who had followed him:

"Lock her in my room—!"

At this point, he seemed to suddenly remember something, his expression instantly becoming tense. He deliberately lowered his voice even further and sternly instructed:

"But—don't let my father and second uncle know!"

"Anyone who dares to leak even a whisper of this—I'll skin them alive!"

"Yes...yes—! Don't worry, young master!"

A middle-aged henchman quickly agreed, picked up the unconscious Shao Mei, and sneaked in through the side door.

Ling Shaofeng watched the two figures disappear, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with impatient lust.

This was something I did behind the backs of my elders—if my old-fashioned father found out, he'd definitely break my legs.

but……

Taking a small risk for this bite of fresh meat—

What does it even matter?

The sun was setting, and the afterglow was like blood.

Tianxin Village, the dwelling place of the divine general.

The light in the room gradually dimmed, and the deity stood before the desk, holding a wolf-hair brush, wielding it to write on the Xuan paper.

The brush moves like dragons and snakes—

An atmosphere of extreme chill and ruthlessness quietly emerged from the paper.

The curtain swayed slightly.

Grandma Sun came in carrying a tray, her expression full of anxiety and unease, her cloudy old eyes filled with worry.

She gently placed the food on the table, but her eyes kept glancing towards the door, and she hesitated several times as if she wanted to say something.

"It's so late—"

The divine general didn't stop writing, nor did he raise his head; his voice was calm.

Why hasn't Xiaomei come back yet?

Upon hearing this, Granny Sun trembled violently.

Her rough hands nervously rubbed the apron in front of her, and she stammered:

"She...she..."

The god's voice was as indifferent as ice:

"Grandma Sun—are you hiding something from me?"

Grandma Sun's body trembled again, as if she had made a tremendous decision, and she spoke in a trembling voice:

"Yes... I promised Xiaomei I would keep this secret, but she hasn't returned yet—"

"I am truly... truly worried..."

The god paused, holding the wolf-hair brush in his hand.

The ink spread out on the rice paper, forming a dark blot, like an ominous black flower.

"That's how it is—!"

Grandma Sun spoke urgently, her voice already trembling with tears:

"Xiao Mei noticed that the silver-haired boy hadn't gone down the mountain to fetch water for several days, and she kept thinking about him—"

This morning, I went up the mountain alone to find out what was going on!

"But she still hasn't come back..."

"I'm so afraid something might have happened to her on the mountain..."

Before the words were finished—

Grandma Sun felt a blur before her eyes, and a gust of wind swept past her.

Inside the house——

Where is the divine general now?

Only a single sheet of Xuan paper, its ink still wet, was swept up by the wind and fluttered to the ground.

There was still a blot of black ink on the paper.

Night falls.

The mountains and forests were deathly silent.

A figure moved through the forest like a ghost, as fast as lightning—

Each time he used his strength, the dry branches beneath his feet made not a sound.

The divine general suddenly stopped and landed next to a towering ancient tree.

Using the moonlight pouring down from above, his eyes flashed like lightning as he scanned every inch of grass and every rock around him.

Suddenly—

His gaze sharpened.

The image was fixed on a small object in the grass not far away.

He darted over and bent down to pick it up.

It was a silver hairpin with extremely crude workmanship—

The silver hairpin had long since oxidized to a dark gray hue, but it was the very item that Xiaomei cherished most.

This silver hairpin was bought for her by the god three years ago from a street vendor. Xiaomei was so happy at the time that she jumped for joy.

From then on, that hairpin never left her hair.

The god's fingertips gently caressed the head of the silver hairpin.

The cold glint in his eyes suddenly intensified!

He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the treetops and fixed on the majestic mountain gate not far ahead.

The hand gripping the silver hairpin tightly showed a bluish-white discoloration at the knuckles.

"Xiao Mei—she really has been here before."

The god put away the silver hairpin.

The murderous aura around him was no longer suppressed—it erupted with a roar!

With a swift movement, he instantly covered the last few dozen feet, creating a gust of wind, and appeared directly from the forest to the plaza in front of the Mingjian Hall's mountain gate.

Looking up—

The mountain gate of Mingjian Hall is majestic and imposing.

The large gold-lacquered plaque above the door, bearing the inscription "Mingjian Hall," gleamed with a solemn light in the night.

The god stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by a chilling aura, like a god of war who had come from the snowy north.

"Summon your leader—to come out and see me!"

The sound was as loud as a bell, making the entire mountain gate vibrate.

Seeing that the newcomer was hostile, the two disciples guarding the door shouted and drew their swords, rushing from both sides to try to stop him.

The god's expression remained indifferent.

He simply raised his hand slightly and pointed into the air.

Clang—!

A crisp cracking sound.

The two longswords, crafted from fine steel, shattered in mid-air and scattered across the ground.

The two guards were terrified, staggering backward, their hands split open and bleeding profusely.

Only then did they truly realize that the simply dressed man before them was someone they could not afford to offend.

Suddenly, the sound of fabric rustling through the air was heard.

Two figures flew out.

It was Ling Qianshan, the head of Mingjian Hall, and his second brother, Ling Qianhai.

Seeing the mess at the entrance, Ling Qianshan frowned.

Although he was shocked and furious, as the leader of a sect, he suppressed his anger and clasped his hands in greeting:

"Who are you?"

"Why did you injure my Mingjian Hall disciples and destroy my Mingjian Hall's weapons?"

The god gave the two brothers a cold look and cut to the chase:

"I have always kept to myself and you have never interfered with each other."

"I've come today for only one thing—"

"Find my adopted daughter, Xiaomei, and hand her over immediately."

A genuine look of astonishment appeared on Ling Qianshan's face:

"Are you mistaken?"

"My Mingjian Hall is a reputable and righteous sect. We have never even met your daughter—how can you claim to be handing her over?"

Actually, what he said wasn't entirely unreasonable—

He was completely unaware of the whole thing. Xiaomei was hidden in the backyard by his good-for-nothing son, and he, as her father, was still kept in the dark.

The god sneered, opened his palm, and a silver hairpin was clearly visible.

"This thing—"

His voice was extremely cold.

"I found him outside your sect's gates, so he must be in your hands."

"If you don't give me an explanation today—"

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Seeing this, Ling Qianshan began to have doubts, but as the leader of a sect, he was unwilling to show weakness.

"You dare to accuse my Mingjian Hall of kidnapping someone with just a hairpin?"

"Your Excellency is far too domineering—!"

The god's patience was completely exhausted in that instant.

His murderous aura swept out like a whirlwind, causing his robes to flutter wildly.

"Hmph—a mere Mingjian Hall."

"They're not even in my sights."

He took a step forward—

The earth shook violently, its force overwhelming.

"You have one hour to hand over Xiaomei!"

"If you cannot hand over the person—I will raze your entire Mingjian Hall to the ground today, leaving not a single chicken or dog alive!"

Before the words were finished—

The god suddenly waved his sleeve.

A powerful and unparalleled burst of energy roared out, heading straight for the large gold-lacquered plaque atop the mountain gate!

boom--!!

The century-old "Mingjiantang" gold-lacquered signboard was shattered in an instant, turning into gold dust and wood chips that fluttered down.