I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"The master of Indra?"

Duan Wu paused for a moment—when he looked at Xu Fu again, his eyes held a hint of suspicion.

That's it?

He looks like a charlatan who only knows how to swindle and deceive.

However, since Father has already spoken—

He dared not say anything more, and could only reluctantly cup his hands in greeting:

"Since Father has given the order, then we shall proceed accordingly."

He turned to look at Xu Fu, his tone carrying a hint of warning:

"Feed—old man."

"Once we reach Tianmen, stick close to me—don't wander off."

"If you're killed by the experts of Tianmen... hmph—if you're killed by Di Shitian—don't blame me for not warning you."

Xu Fu put down his teacup, slowly rose, and a warm smile appeared on his face:

"Don't worry, Young Master Wu."

"My old bones are still quite strong, and I should be able to protect myself without worry."

He inwardly sneered—

Was he killed by Indra?

I am Indra!

How do you kill yourself?

absurd--!

but……

He narrowed his cloudy old eyes, his gaze sweeping over Duan Wu.

What exactly is this kid's ability that makes Duan Lang so confident in letting him face Di Shitian directly?

Could it be—

What kind of trump card is this father and son hiding against me?

Xu Fu's doubts were immediately aroused.

He wanted to see where this callow youth had gotten his audacity from.

So engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice the playful smile on Duan Lang's lips.

A short while later.

Duan Wu cursed and swore as he led Xu Fu away in large strides.

After the two figures disappeared outside the palace gates—

The smile on Duan Lang's face also vanished.

With a flicker, he vanished into thin air.

Tianwaitianhou Mountain.

Beside the precipice, a simple and ancient pavilion stands gracefully above the sea of ​​clouds.

The sound of the flute was mournful—like weeping and lamenting—echoing through this desolate mountain valley.

Jiang Chen, dressed in white, stood with his back to the world, holding a jade flute in his hand—and was playing it himself.

The melody is desolate, yet bold and unrestrained.

It was a song called "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".

Duan Lang appeared silently outside the pavilion—without making a sound to disturb them.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back, listening attentively.

a long time--

As the music ended, the sound of the flute gradually faded away.

Snap, snap, snap—

Duan Lang clapped his hands and laughed, then slowly walked into the pavilion:

"Brother Jiang is truly unparalleled in the world when it comes to music."

"This song, 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer,' truly stirs the heart, making one wish to drink a large cup of wine."

Jiang Chen put down the jade flute and turned around.

Her eyes were clear as water, seemingly able to see through everything in the world.

He naturally knew Duan Lang's intentions—with his current level of understanding, the thoughts of the human heart and the demons were all within his grasp.

However—if everything is laid bare—what's the point?

"Brother Duan doesn't visit the Three Treasures Hall unless he has something important to say."

Jiang Chen smiled calmly and gestured for Duan Lang to sit down.

"You've come here—presumably for the matter of Xu Fu?"

Duan Lang didn't stand on ceremony, lifted his robe and sat down, getting straight to the point:

"Exactly."

"Brother Jiang—is Xu Fu's performance today truly an attempt to abandon Tianmen, this centuries-old foundation?"

Jiang Chen picked up the wine pot from the small stove and poured Duan Lang a full cup of strong liquor.

The pungent aroma of alcohol wafted towards him, which ironically suppressed the restlessness in Duan Lang's heart.

"The so-called Heavenly Gate—to him, it was nothing more than an old, worn-out garment."

Jiang Chen's tone was calm—yet he revealed a shocking secret:

"He had already prepared a double."

"Although that substitute was a puppet, he infused it with 30% of his power and all his unique skills, making it indistinguishable from the real thing."

"substitute--?"

Duan Lang raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Exactly."

Jiang Chen gently swirled the wine bowl in his hand:

"The last time he slew the dragon, I not only beat him to it, but he also fled like a stray dog, his prestige completely destroyed."

"His identity as 'Indra' has become a target of public criticism and a burden for him."

"Rather than stubbornly holding on, it's better to slip away unnoticed."

"His allegiance to you this time is nothing more than an attempt to use the Anti-Heaven Alliance to completely sever the identity of Indra."

"From now on, I will remain behind the scenes—and return to being the carefree Xu Fu."

"Besides..."

A hint of amusement flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes.

He also has a nest overseas—called Phoenix Island.

That was his true escape route.

"I see." Duan Lang sneered.

"Xu Fu was like a turtle! He was more cunning and more patient than anyone else."

Jiang Chen toyed with his wine cup, his gaze drifting to the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the pavilion:

"He naturally knows how to endure. Having lived for two thousand years, he has seen countless outstanding talents."

"The great swordsman who founded the Sword Sect, the Crimson Flame Ancestor who created the Crimson Flame Divine Art, Yun Dingtian who wields the Great Evil King, and Wu Wuer who holds the Heavenly Fate Blade..."

Jiang Chen's tone was indifferent.

"None of these unprecedented geniuses caught his eye."

"There was only one person who truly caught the eye of Indra."

Duan Lang's expression hardened slightly: "Who is it?"

Jiang Chen's finger paused lightly on the rim of the glass, and he uttered three words:

"Invincible in martial arts."

Duan Lang frowned, awaiting what would follow. (The plot has been altered here to balance the later combat power.)

Jiang Chen's lips curled slightly as he slowly began to speak:

"Back then, Wu Wudi, at a young age, had already mastered his skills to a high level and went straight to challenge them."

"Di Shitian, who believed he had seen all the martial arts in the world, stood there with his hands behind his back, letting Wu Wudi strike him three times in a row."

"In the first two moves, Wu Wudi's attacks were fierce, but they were like a mud ox entering the sea, and he could not break through Di Shitian's protective Xuanbing."

"Indra laughed mockingly and told him to go back and cultivate for several hundred more years before coming back."

Duan Lang listened intently, "And what about the third move?"

"This third move—"

Jiang Chen's tone turned serious:

"This move unleashes the immense power of heaven and earth, unleashing an extreme frontal breakthrough with a force a hundred times greater!"

"Indra, overconfident and reckless, was caught completely off guard; his thousand-year-old ice—a full thirty percent of it—was shattered!"

Duan Lang's expression remained unchanged as he calmly pressed on with the question:

"And then what? Xu Fu killed him?"

"No." Jiang Chen shook his head.

Seeing that his killing move still could not completely penetrate the Xuanbing, Wu Wudi admitted that he was no match for him and resolutely left.

"Instead of being angry and pursuing him, Emperor Shitian, for the first time ever, acknowledged the opponent's strength because of this attack."

After listening, Duan Lang absentmindedly tapped his fingertips on the stone table.

Brother Jiang.

"Just who exactly is this Wu Wudi?"

"Invincible in martial arts..."

Jiang Chen softly uttered these three words—

Gazing at the surging sea of ​​clouds in the distance, it's as if recalling a long-forgotten past.

"He is a true martial arts prodigy—one in a century."

"However, to talk about Wu Wudi, we have to start with his ancestors."

Jiang Chen poured himself a glass of wine and slowly began to speak:

"Three hundred years ago, Wu Wuer, the ancestor of the Wu family, wielded the Heavenly Mandate Blade and engaged in an earth-shattering battle with Yun Dingtian, who wielded the peerless weapon 'Great Evil King,' at the summit of Tiannu Peak."

"That battle—the heavens and earth shattered, and the sun and moon lost their light."

"In the end, Yun Dingtian was defeated and died."

He paused, his tone turning somber:

"However—before his death, Yun Dingtian used the ferocious power of the Great Evil King to cast an extremely vicious blood curse on the Wu family."

"A curse upon the descendants of the Wu family, that they may never produce a martial arts prodigy—anyone with exceptional talent will be punished by heaven and die an early and violent death."

"Since then—the Wu family has declined and nearly been wiped out."

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang casually circled his finger around the rim of the cup.

Blood Curse—a life for a life, a death to curse life.

Such methods are truly insidious.

"However--"

Jiang Chen changed the subject, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"Though Heaven is merciless, human determination can overcome it."

"The samurai family has been in decline for centuries—but finally, an exception has emerged."

"That is Wu Wudi."

"Although he was burdened with a blood curse, he broke free from this shackle of fate with great perseverance and wisdom."

"The Wu family's ancestral martial art, the 'Ten Strong Martial Arts,' has been passed down through generations, yet none of its successors have been able to master it."

"Only Wu Wudi—he cultivated it to the highest level at such a young age."

Jiang Chen glanced at Duan Lang, a slight smirk playing on his lips:

"The hand gestures you saw in the murals at Lingyun Cave were left by him."

"So it was him!"

A glint of light flashed in Duan Lang's eyes—all the doubts he had had in the past suddenly became clear at this moment.

No wonder those moves were so exquisite—they were actually the work of such a formidable master.

He poured himself a cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

a long time--

He turned the empty cup upside down on the stone table and chuckled softly:

"Able to defy fate and change destiny—and even with a mortal body, directly confront and shatter a thousand-year-old mysterious ice."

"This Wu Wudi—he truly deserves the title of 'invincible'."

His tone was full of praise and relaxation—but there was not a trace of awe.

"but--"

Jiang Chen suddenly changed the subject, adding casually:

"Wu Wudi is indeed talented—but if we're talking about the most brilliant and talented person in the Wu family's history, he's not even number one."

Duan Lang was slightly taken aback—and turned to look at Jiang Chen:

"Oh? There's someone even more formidable than him?"

"have."

Jiang Chen lightly swirled the wine glass in his hand, his tone extremely casual:

"Wu Wudi's son."

"..."

Duan Lang waited a moment, but nothing came of it. He frowned and said:

"What's his son's name? Where is he now?"

"Not yet born."

Jiang Chen took a sip of wine without changing his expression.

"..."

Duan Lang's expression froze for a full three breaths.

Immediately—he couldn't help but twitch his lips, scrutinizing Jiang Chen with an extremely subtle look:

"Brother Jiang—you seem to know everything about China's five thousand years of history and the next three hundred years!"

Jiang Chen smiled but remained silent.

Duan Lang shook his head and chuckled softly—he didn't press the matter further.

The longer he spent with Brother Jiang, the more he realized that this man was unfathomable and far more than just martial arts.

"That's enough—"

Duan Lang rose gracefully, standing with his hands behind his back—the mountain wind whipped his robes, making them flutter loudly.

"Forget about his invincible martial arts—since Xu Fu has already entered the game, I'll play along and finish this act with him."

Jiang Chen gazed at Duan Lang's retreating figure, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

The mountain wind howled, whipping up the sleeves of their clothes.

At this very moment—in this vast world of martial arts, the winds of change are rising once more.