I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Huai Kong's heart tightened suddenly!

With a swift movement, he appeared beside Huai Mie like a ghost, his trembling hand probing his elder brother's aura.

"Big brother—! Wake up—!"

"Big brother—!!"

But the shell on the ground was as cold and hard as iron—

No matter how much he shouted, there was no response whatsoever.

Huai Kong's fingertips touched his elder brother's neck—

It was ice-cold.

That faint, almost nonexistent aura sent chills down his spine, making him shiver as if his heart had fallen into an ice cellar.

The eldest brother was barely breathing, clearly clinging to life by his last breath!

"You old bastard—!"

"What exactly did you feed Huai Mie?!"

Wu Er was furious, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his rage reaching its peak.

He was like a ferocious tiger ready to devour its prey, prepared to tear the old man before him to shreds at any moment.

The divine doctor slowly and methodically straightened the clothes that had been torn askew.

He glanced sideways at Wu Er, his face showing not a trace of panic—

Instead, it added a touch of arrogance, as if victory was assured.

"Making a fuss over nothing—they've never seen anything like it."

He picked at his nails, speaking casually.

"Since this medicine is named 'Reversing Heaven and Earth,' it is natural to seek a sliver of good fortune between life and death."

"This current state is what is recorded in ancient books as the state of feigned death."

He paused, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and his fervor for medicine resurfaced:

"At this moment, Huai Mie—the medicinal power is cleansing and rejuvenating his essence and marrow."

"You only need to find an opportunity to completely 'kill' him—only then can you trigger the first stage of Nirvana."

"At that time—not only will he be resurrected! His power will also increase by decades—"

"We've entered a realm beyond your wildest imagination!"

"Kill Huai Mie—?!"

Huai Kong, Luo Xian, and Wu Er were stunned and frozen on the spot, as if struck by a heavy blow.

Horrified, deathly silent.

Wu Er's tiger eyes were wide open, and the rage that had been building up in his chest was about to burst out!

He strode forward—

His powerful internal energy surged around him, causing dust to billow up from the floor of the stone house, almost shattering it.

"Old man—!"

"I invited you here to save my life—not to take it!"

"If you dare to act crazy—I'll send you to meet the King of Hell right now!"

The roar echoed in the room, the killing intent solidifying.

The miracle doctor, however, no longer used humble words or offered lavish gifts.

The previous look of fear had completely disappeared.

He crossed his arms behind his back, his brows furrowed with madness and arrogance.

He chuckled softly to himself.

The way he looked at the group was as if he were looking at a lab rat struggling in a medicine vat, filled with a crazy desire to pry into the workings of fate.

"The medicine has been swallowed—fate has already been decided."

"At this point, there is no other way but death."

He glanced sideways at the group, his words resolute and unwavering:

"The moment one takes this medicine—the moment one breathes one's last—is the moment one attains Nirvana."

"At that time, the body will be remodeled, and all kinds of injuries will disappear."

Even if all that's left is a mangled face—it can still open its eyes again between life and death.

"To save or not to save—to kill or not to kill—"

"It is up to you to judge."

After saying that, he let out a few piercing laughs, like the cry of an owl piercing through the night.

The miracle doctor ignored everyone's astonishment and doubt.

With a slip of the foot, he had already slipped into a secluded medicine hut at the back.

Only a wooden door remained behind, creaking and rattling, which was quite irritating.

Huai Kong let out a long sigh, his face filled with sorrow and despair.

He bent down, picked up Huai Mie's cold, heavy, lifeless body, and gently placed it on the wooden bed.

Looking at my older brother's face, which still appeared ferocious even in his unconscious state—

The excruciating pain of killing his own compatriots was something he simply could not bear.

Even though he knew this was the only way to regain his life, how could he let his brother's blood get involved?

The night was cool as water, and a cold mist filled the valley.

The cool moonlight shone through the broken windowpane, casting a frosty glow on the ground.

Huai Kong sat alone under a withered locust tree in the courtyard.

Clutching a jug of strong liquor tightly in his hand, he tilted his head back and poured it down—letting the fiery taste explode in his throat.

Wine enters my sorrowful heart, leaving me utterly desolate.

Luo Xian appeared beside him without his noticing.

She didn't say much, but simply sat down quietly to the side.

A pale purple dress trailed among the withered grass, exuding a sense of lonely desolation.

"Drink slowly."

Her voice was soft and gentle, concealing a tenderness that she never let outsiders notice.

Huai Kong's consciousness was already dim and blurred at this moment.

In a hazy state, he only felt that everything around him was shadowy and indistinct.

The figure before my eyes—

For some reason, it overlapped with that smiling face from Ironheart Island deep in his memory.

He suddenly spun around—

He pulled that delicate body tightly into his arms!

"Bai Ling..."

"Is that you, Bai Ling...?"

A string of tender, poignant words, almost nauseatingly sentimental, spilled from his mouth like a flood bursting its banks.

A deep longing that has been hidden all this time, never revealed to anyone, is now being poured out in full!

"I miss you……"

I think about you every single moment...

"Don't go—Bai Ling—"

"Don't leave me again..."

Luo Xian's delicate body suddenly stiffened.

The glimmer of hope that had just ignited in their eyes plummeted into an abyss.

In an instant, it was completely submerged in darkness.

It felt as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out by a sharp blade.

A feeling of desolation spread from her lungs, almost suffocating her.

She used all her strength to push away this warm, yet ultimately heartbreaking, embrace.

He covered his face and left.

Only a patch of withered grass, soaked by leftover wine, swayed forlornly in the cold wind.

Riverside.

The waning moon floats on the water, its light cold and clear.

Luo Xian squatted alone on the muddy bank, her fingertips dipping into the icy spring water—

Each teardrop fell onto the water's surface, creating tiny ripples.

Behind me—

A series of heavy, powerful footsteps gradually began to sound.

Wu Er crossed his arms in front of his chest and slowly walked to a stop behind him.

He looked at those hunched shoulders and let out a heavy sigh.

"Why didn't you tell Huaikong the truth?"

Although his voice was rough and forceful, it carried a hint of reluctance as it resonated in this deep valley and cold pool.

He leaned down, looking at the shattering reflection of the moon in the water:

You know better than anyone else—

"Bai Ling has already passed away."

"No matter how much you do, Huai Kong's heart will always only have room for that one person."

Why torture yourself like this?

Luo Xian never looked up.

She bit her lower lip hard—until a trace of blood appeared—before she spoke in a trembling voice.

Despair, desolation.

"I……"

"I really can't say it."

Her eyes were lowered, and there was still a trace of moisture on her eyelashes.

"Bai Ling...did indeed die at my hands."

"If he were to know the truth—that I myself had extinguished Bai Ling's life..."

"This life..."

"The only word I could find in his eyes was 'hatred'."

Luo Xian would rather endure the pain of being mistaken for someone else—

She also did not want to see the cold glint of hatred in his frosty eyes.

A chill—far worse than death.

Wu Er remained silent for a long time.

In the end, he just shook his head, his face full of helplessness.

He strode away—his powerful figure gradually disappearing into the heavy, cold fog.

Cenliao means empty and desolate.

The river flows gently.

A crescent moon was reflected on the water, shattered again and again by Luo Xian's tears, only to reassemble itself time and time again.

She reached out and gently stroked her cheek—

There, the lingering warmth of Huai Kong's body when he hugged her still remained.

What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for each other?

As dawn broke, the lingering mist in the valley had not yet completely dissipated.

Huai Kong stood under the corridor, his eyes slightly sunken, revealing an unconcealable weariness.

Beside him, Luo Xian also looked exhausted, with a few strands of her hair hanging loosely over her shoulders, and her eyes filled with the desolation of the previous night.

Both of them looked extremely dejected—clearly they hadn't slept all night.

The divine healer strolled out from behind the stone house, still fiddling with a withered medicinal root in his hand.

He glanced sideways at Huai Kong, his voice as cold as water:

"Don't waste our time here."

"Although Huai Mie faked his death, the venomous medicine within his body never stopped."

"This medicine is like a poisonous dragon piercing the heart, constantly eroding his entire body."

"The longer it drags on—"

"The price of resurrection is all the heavier."

Wu Erben was wiping his face by the well when he heard this. He suddenly threw down the cloth in his hand and stomped his foot, shaking the ground.

"cost?"

"You old fool—you make it sound so easy!"

"What exactly is the price?"

The miracle doctor let out a series of piercing, eerie laughs, his voice like a crow weeping blood:

"Lifespan—!"

"When the world is turned upside down, how can there be no reason not to pay with blood and flesh?"

"Those who defy fate—each rebirth costs them a full twenty years of their lifespan! And if they delay any longer—"

"I'm afraid that the moment he opens his eyes again, he will already be a piece of rotten wood halfway into the ground."

"Twenty years—?!"

Wu Er and the others exclaimed in unison, their expressions changing drastically!

Twenty years is enough time for a spirited young man to instantly turn into a middle-aged man with graying temples.

If Huai Mie were to awaken already middle-aged—

Is the martial arts world still the one he sees?

Huai Kong's heart trembled.

He knew his elder brother very well—

My elder brother was obsessed with winning and losing his entire life. In pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts, he was willing to risk his life.

Twenty years of lifespan—in Huai Mie's eyes, it probably wouldn't even be worth a more powerful martial art.

But in the end, he still couldn't bring himself to do it.

He stared at the cold, hard body on the bed, his palms trembling slightly—

The Heavenly Sin behind him let out a low, melancholy groan.

"No two."

Huai Kong turned his head, his voice dry and hoarse, like the friction of withered wood.

"..."

The words were on the tip of my tongue—but I just couldn't say them.

Wu Er stared intently at Huai Kong, then glanced at the face flushed with an eerie red, and frowned.

"Empty Embrace—"

"Are you really sure? What if this old man is just lying and trying to deceive us..."

"He has no reason to lie to us."

Huai Kong's voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

"The beastly energy within my elder brother cannot escape Tianzui's detection."

He closed his eyes, hiding all his reluctance in the darkness.

Even though he had made up his mind, his hands were still trembling silently.