I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Huai Kong's expression changed drastically!

"The power to defy fate is heavier than ten thousand pounds."

"What merit or ability do I, a junior, have to presume to desire such a divine object?"

Huai Mie stood to the side with his hands behind his back.

His aura had been completely concealed, leaving only an unshakable ambition in his eyes.

"Second brother—"

"Don't make excuses."

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority:

"In the battle just now—although you have the Heavenly Sin in your hands, your internal strength foundation is still lacking."

"If you swallow this pill, not only will your cultivation improve, but you will also gain a foundation for survival."

"The Ultimate Path - Overcoming Natural Barriers."

"The more opportunities one has, the more ways one can live."

"Big brother..." Huai Kong looked at his elder brother, his brows furrowed.

"This act of defying the heavens and earth to seize their creation will inevitably come at an extremely dire price!"

"Brother, you've come back from the dead, yet your face has aged decades in an instant... This medicine is clearly shortening your lifespan! How can I..."

"Womanly compassion—!"

Huai Mie interrupted sharply, his eyes flashing with the arrogance of a tyrant.

"The path of martial arts is inherently a gamble with one's life!"

"If you don't even have the awareness to shorten your lifespan by several decades, what kind of extreme path are you cultivating?!"

"Listen to your older brother—take it!"

The elder brother's persuasion struck Huai Kong's heart like a heavy hammer.

He gazed at the pill that was shimmering with an eerie red light—

Then I caught a glimpse of the deep-seated fanaticism in the doctor's eyes.

Huai Kong finally sighed.

He reached out and took the pill—then tilted his head back and swallowed it.

The pill has entered my stomach!

A surge of intense heat, like molten lava flowing out, erupted from his dantian in an instant—sweeping through all the acupoints in his body!

Huai Kong's complexion turned from red to purple.

An ordinary person would have been writhing on the ground in pain by now.

however--

His mind was surprisingly calm at that moment.

He has undergone countless trials and tribulations—

He had long since been able to completely separate the physical pain from his mental state.

Pain is pain, but I am who I am; they are unrelated.

He sat cross-legged, breathing heavily, letting the violent effects of the drug surge through his body—

He simply guided the medicine quietly, allowing its effects to seep into his blood and meridians inch by inch.

The miracle doctor watched from the side, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets—

This kid isn't afraid of pain?!

Even a martial arts fanatic like Huai Mie was in so much pain that his eyes turned bloodshot and his body exploded!

The younger brother took the Reversal of Heaven and Earth as if he had drunk a bowl of hot soup—

Aside from his face turning purple, he didn't even flinch!

"evildoer……"

The miracle doctor roared inwardly, his greed growing even stronger.

Just as Huai was taking a break—

Huai Mie's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light!

A fierce killing intent surged forth, locking down all the major acupoints on his younger brother's body.

"Since it's been taken—then it'll be up to the eldest brother—"

"I'll personally see you off on this journey!"

As the words fell, applause erupted.

Huai Mie's right palm carried an overwhelming force—

Like a thunderbolt, it struck directly at the vital point of Huai Kong's heart meridian.

Ruthless and determined—he harbored a murderous intent!

Huai Kong's heart trembled—instinctively sensing that his death was imminent.

He mustered all his strength and unleashed a Yuan Kong Tian Zhuan.

Its body darted out like a kite, narrowly missing several feet before crashing heavily into a pile of rubble.

"Big brother—are you crazy?!"

Huai Kong braced himself on the ground with one hand, panting heavily.

His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

The burning sensation left by the palm strike still lingered on his chest.

The elder brother in front of me still had a familiar face.

But the aura emanating from him at this moment was like that of an ancient, ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

Isolated, cold, and indifferent to kinship.

In that very moment of Huai Kong's surprise and uncertainty—

The overwhelming killing intent suddenly dissipated like the receding tide.

Huai Mie put his hands behind his back, raised his head, and let out a hearty laugh.

Laughter echoed through the empty valley, shaking down the remaining leaves.

"Second brother—don't panic!"

"I was just joking with you—and also testing your progress."

"If you don't even have this much awareness—how will you ever survive in this cutthroat world of martial arts?"

The beastly coldness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a familiar boldness.

Huai Kong loosened his clenched fist, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear—he smiled bitterly and remained silent.

Huai Mie suppressed his smile and looked around—his brows furrowed slightly.

"By the way—where's Bai Ling?"

"Why can't we see her?"

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

Luo Xian lowered her eyes, her fingers tightly twisting the hem of her clothes.

Wu Er stood frozen in place, a rare look of bewilderment crossing his rugged, fleshy face.

Both of them remained silent.

Huai Kong felt a dryness in his throat and shifted his gaze to the ever-changing, overlapping clouds at the edge of the cliff.

"Bai Ling..."

"She was previously distressed—she had left alone some time ago and has not returned."

"Perhaps... she went back to Ironheart Island."

"Nonsense—!"

Huai Mie snorted coldly, his expression suddenly darkening.

"Since Bai Ling has followed you, you should take good care of her."

"Even if she possesses exceptional martial arts skills, how can you allow her to wander alone out there?"

"You must have said something awful again—something that upset her so much that she stormed off like that!"

Huai Kong stammered in agreement, his deep gaze revealing only an unyielding sense of guilt and desolation.

At this moment, no one wanted to linger on this matter any longer.

After hastily bidding farewell to the divine physician, they set off together, heading swiftly towards Ironheart Island, shrouded in mist and waves.

Watching several dark figures disappear into the jungle at the valley entrance—

The divine healer stood in the center of the herb garden, gently stroking a withered branch that had been broken by the aftershocks.

He suddenly let out a low, chuckle-like laugh—a laugh that was mournful and sinister, like the cry of an old owl in the night.

"Wonderful—wonderful—!"

"These two mice—after taking the Reversal of Heaven and Earth drug, their willpower is so incredibly strong! Not a single thread of their skin is disturbed—"

"Not only did he not lose his reason to the violence of the medicine, but he also became more profound and reserved. Truly—"

"A superb incense burner, rare in both ancient and modern times—!"

He gazed at the end of the void, his eyes gleaming with an almost manic surprise and greed.

"Just one more push—just one more push..."

"This long-awaited destiny of mine—will finally be fully realized in these two individuals—"

"Hahaha—hahahaha—!"

Time flies, and sand slips through our fingers.

On the vast and boundless sea.

A lone boat cuts through the waves, pushing aside the thick fog, sailing amidst the vast expanse of blue.

The sails on the mast fluttered loudly in the salty sea breeze, and water splashed up as the bow broke through the air—

It turned into tiny fragments of silver and mercury and fell back into the abyss.

Huai Kong stood on the edge of the ship's side.

A long, dark robe clung tightly to his body in the sea breeze, outlining his solitary figure like a javelin.

He gazed ahead at a dark silhouette that was gradually becoming more defined—

His eyes were filled with a deep gloom, yet also faintly flickered with a glimmer of hope.

"Bai Ling..."

"Were you waiting for me on the island?"

He murmured softly, his palms clenched loosely, as if trying to capture that elusive, elusive scent of someone from the past.

Bai Ling left alone earlier —

There has been no news of him since, and his heart feels as if a hole has been missing, leaving only a deep, cold fog.

As the lone boat drew closer—

The stark outline of Tiexin Island finally came into full view.

This island has always been regarded as sacred land by the disciples of the Iron Gate.

On ordinary days, the dock is always patrolled by strong iron gate guards, their swords and halberds imposing.

however--

When the ship docked, all around was deathly silent.

The empty floating bridge swayed on the water, covered with dried seaweed that no one had cleaned up.

The usual sounds of patrols coming and going, the shouts of Ironheart Island disciples verifying identities—

All of this was abruptly cut off by this eerie silence.

Only the faint sound of the cold, salty sea tide surging and spitting out between the crevices of the reef remained.

Huai Mie leaped off the wooden bridge first, his inner energy instinctively surging forth due to his doubts—

It transformed into an invisible ripple that enveloped the area within dozens of feet.

How strange.

Huai Mie's brows furrowed tightly, his voice as cold and stern as iron:

"Ironheart Island is a strategically important gateway—the guards at the dock have vanished without a trace."

"Could it be... that the disciples have all gone to participate in some kind of ritual?"

Luo Xian, who was accompanying them, followed lightly.

A pair of bright eyes swept over the haphazardly piled cables, her expression changed slightly, but she remained silent.

Wu Er grinned, revealing a gruff, fleshy mouth, and let out a sneer that was difficult to decipher.

His thick, strong fingers habitually rubbed the calloused area between his thumb and forefinger—

His eyes, like those of a hawk, scanned the dense forest and bushes on both sides.

The group hurried along the winding mountain road toward the center of the island.

Entering the outer villages for the first time—

A strong, pungent smell of blood wafted over on the sea breeze.

The scene before them caused even those who were used to life and death to change their expressions.

Corpses lay strewn across the fields, and blood soaked the yellow earth.

The once peaceful village with iron gates has now been reduced to a slaughterhouse.

Huai Kong struggled to walk, staring intently at the scattered red petals on the ground.

This cobblestone path beneath our feet—

This was the place he had walked through countless times during his youth, sweating profusely.

now--

But it was stained a dark red with filthy blood.

He saw the emaciated corpse of an old man lying beside a collapsed mud-brick house at the entrance of the village.

"Old Man Mo...?!"

Huai Kong's knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed to her knees on the spot—

His fingertips dug deep into his palm, drawing out a trickle of blood.

Old Man Mo was originally just an ordinary native villager on the island.

He once secretly slipped half a warm piece of brown rice cake into his pocket when his brothers were young, being punished and starving.

That year, the two brothers squatted behind the woodshed, sharing half a piece of bread, one bite at a time.

Old Man Mo stood to the side, his face full of wrinkles from laughing. He said that when the two brothers grew up, they would become great heroes, and he, this old geezer, would go to their wedding banquet.

now--

That face, always adorned with a kind smile, was cracked by the cold air—

It solidified into a horrified, deathly white.