I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Zhonghua Pavilion —

Inside a quiet room, the candlelight flickered.

Nie Feng sat cross-legged—

With both palms pressed against Bu Jingyun's back, warm and gentle true energy flowed into Bu Jingyun's body like a gentle stream.

Bu Jingyun's brows furrowed, and his body trembled slightly—as if he wanted to break free.

"Wind—I don't need you..."

"cloud."

Nie Feng interrupted softly—his voice, though gentle, carried an undeniable firmness:

"You and I are one in spirit."

"If your strength is not great enough, 'Maha Boundless' will be unable to unleash its full power—let alone 'Heavenly Dao Limitless', which is capable of creating heaven and earth."

He exerted a little force, and the flow of his inner energy became even more rapid:

"Only when our strengths are equal can we evoke the strongest resonance between heaven and earth—to fight against a powerful enemy together. Cloud—do not refuse."

Bu Jingyun remained silent for a moment—finally letting out an almost inaudible sigh.

He no longer resisted.

Let that warm current flow through your limbs and bones.

"wind……"

He murmured something—his usually cold and stern face softened considerably in the candlelight.

The two were connected by breath and mind—

At this moment, the quiet room was filled with tender warmth, as if from another world.

The atmosphere in the second-floor hall, however, was somewhat somber.

"Squeak—squeak—"

A mournful erhu melody, like weeping and lamenting, lingered between the beams.

Anonymous sat by the window, holding his old erhu that had been with him for many years, looking desolate.

The zither music was mournful—it seemed to be telling the story of the helplessness of those in the martial world, and it also seemed to be lamenting the suffering of all living beings.

In the hall—several figures were scattered.

Bu Tian crossed his arms and leaned against a pillar in the corridor, looking completely calm.

Chu Chu and Dugu Meng sat around the table, chatting in hushed tones, their expressions relaxed.

Nie Renwang sat imposingly in a chair, holding a teacup and savoring the tea.

Qing'er obediently lay on the table, resting her chin on her hand—

With her big eyes blinking, she listened intently to the erhu.

The hall was filled with the aroma of tea, accompanied by the melodious strains of the erhu—creating a rather tranquil atmosphere.

After an incense stick burns—

The door to the quiet room was flung open with a bang!

Two figures emerged side by side!

At this moment, Bu Jingyun's aura was terrifyingly powerful!

He has actually reached the level of a Grandmaster!

His every move exudes an overwhelming power.

What flowed within him was a full fifty percent of Nie Feng's internal energy, equivalent to nearly a hundred years of cultivation.

If it weren't for Bu Jingyun's extraordinary talent and physique as strong as a god or demon—

An ordinary martial artist would probably have exploded and died long ago if subjected to such vast true energy.

On the other hand, Nie Feng, despite losing half of his cultivation, still had a rosy complexion and a long breath.

He cultivated a technique that allowed him to communicate with heaven and earth and to breathe in the sun and moon.

With a little adjustment of breathing, the depleted internal energy can be replenished quickly, like a river flowing back to its source.

"Dad! Uncle Feng!"

Bu Tian's eyes lit up, and he quickly went to meet him.

He looked his father up and down—

I felt that its momentum was several times stronger than before it went into seclusion!

He couldn't help but secretly marvel.

Then—he deliberately put on a long face, pouted, and looked aggrieved:

"Dad—aren't you being way too biased?"

"I wanted to channel my inner energy into you before—but you absolutely refused!"

"When Uncle Wind came—you accepted it all! And so much of it!"

Bu Tian spread his hands, feigning deep sorrow:

"It seems that in your eyes—there's only Uncle Feng, not me, your own son!"

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but chuckle.

Chu Chu laughed so hard her body trembled, and Dugu Meng also covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Qing'er giggled incessantly—almost slipping off the table.

Even on Bu Jingyun's perpetually icy face, a rare hint of embarrassment flickered across his expression.

He cleared his throat, turned his head away—and after a long pause, finally managed to utter a sentence:

"Tian'er—don't talk nonsense."

"Oh dear—Bu Tian!"

Chu Chu rolled her eyes at her son, then stepped in with a smile to smooth things over.

"What do you know? Your father and your Uncle Feng have a life-or-death bond—it's the kind of..."

She paused, as if considering her words:

"...Anyway, it's not something a little kid like you could understand!"

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Nie Renwang slammed his fist on the table and laughed so loudly that the roof tiles were shaken.

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent! The combination of wind and cloud—unrivaled under heaven! Now, Yun'er is even more powerful than before—the death of Emperor Shitian is probably not far off!"

The laughter gradually subsided.

Wuming put away his erhu and slowly stood up—

His gaze swept over Feng and Yun, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Now that everything is ready, let's set off."

His tone was calm—yet it carried a chilling murderous intent:

"Heavenly Gate has committed numerous evils—it's time to settle accounts with Indra."

"Senior, are you going along?" Nie Feng asked, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Of course." Wuming nodded slightly.

"This battle concerns the lives of all people in the martial arts world—Wu Ming bears an inescapable responsibility."

"I want to go too!"

Bu Tian took a step forward—his fighting spirit soaring.

"Father! Uncle Feng! Grandmaster! Take me with you! With my current abilities—who in this world can stop me?"

"That mere Heavenly Gate—I can flatten it all by myself!"

Bu Jingyun was about to speak—

Nie Feng had already stopped him.

"Tian'er—no!"

He patted Bu Tian on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

"Tianmen has a deep foundation—although we are going to attack the main altar, it is hard to guarantee that they will not take a risky move and send someone to launch a sneak attack on Zhonghua Pavilion."

"This is our strong rear area—we have your mother, Qing'er, and so many other relatives here."

Nie Feng's gaze swept over everyone in the room:

"This place needs a trusted expert to oversee things."

"Your father, me, and the seniors are all going to the front lines—I can't think of anyone else who can shoulder this heavy responsibility of protecting the people besides you."

"this……"

Bu Tian was speechless for a moment.

He knew in his heart that this was most likely an excuse—

But seeing the earnest gazes cast upon him by Chu Chu and Dugu Meng, he ultimately couldn't refute them.

Besides, Qing'er had already hugged his arm, tilting her little face up, her big eyes watery:

"Brother Tian—please don't go!"

Bu Tian's lips twitched—even the hardest heart couldn't withstand this blow.

"……All right."

He sighed and nodded heavily:

"Since Uncle Feng says so, then I'll stay and guard the house."

He straightened his chest and patted it—his eyes held an unyielding pride no less than his father's.

"Rest assured! As long as I, Bu Tian, ​​have a breath left—no one will be able to set foot in the Zhonghua Pavilion!"

Bu Jingyun looked at his son's stubborn appearance, which was so much like his own—and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Between father and son—no words are needed.

"Walk!"

A low shout—

Unsung heroes, three figures moved like shooting stars chasing the moon—

In an instant, it darted out of the window and disappeared at the end of the long street.

Only the aroma of tea remains in the room—along with a lingering sense of heroic spirit.

The bustling city was noisy and bustling with people.

A corner of the street—yet it seems to be outside the hustle and bustle of the world.

An old chessboard sits on a bluestone.

The black and white figures crisscrossed, their killing intent lurking beneath the surface.

On the other side of the chessboard—no one is playing.

There is only one player.

This person is none other than the extraordinary individual who lives a carefree life – Xiao Sanxiao.

He had a kind face and a high forehead—

A loose, oversized cloth robe draped over his body gave him a resemblance to the legendary Antarctic Immortal.

He often wore a knowing, playful smile on his face.

But at that moment—that smile froze.

The old man picked up a black chess piece and held it in mid-air—it remained suspended for a long time.

Those seemingly cloudy old eyes were now fixed intently on the unfinished game of chess, their brows slightly furrowed.

"How strange—how strange."

The old man muttered to himself—his voice was as low as a mosquito's buzz, yet it could be clearly heard in the noisy street.

"This game of chess I've been playing for thousands of years should have been destined to end, and cause and effect are infallible."

"Why are there so many unpredictable variables in the martial world these days?"

He gently stroked the black pieces with his fingers—as if he was hesitating, or perhaps he was deducing something.

"That so-called Anti-Heaven Alliance—where on earth did it spring from?"

"And that outer heaven... it was originally just a bunch of clowns—how did it become so troublesome?"

The old man shook his head, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

He lived for over four thousand years—

Having drunk the blood of the dragon turtle, he has witnessed countless changes of time and the rise and fall of dynasties.

In his eyes, everything in the world was nothing more than chess pieces on a chessboard.

Life, death, honor, and disgrace are all determined by his single thought.

however--

Now, the chessboard is in disarray.

"A great calamity is coming—a catastrophe that will determine the survival of all people."

The old man's gaze was deep, fixed on the void—

It was as if I had crossed the river of time and witnessed the impending destruction.

"To resolve this calamity, I have been planning for countless years, proceeding step by step with meticulous care."

"Indra - was originally a whetstone that I left for Feng and Yun."

"It was used to hone their skills—only by going through life-and-death ordeals could they truly transform."

"But if this whetstone is shattered beforehand—how can Fengyun, this sharp blade meant to uphold justice, be sharpened?"

Upon realizing this, the old man's playful expression vanished.

Instead, there was an unprecedented solemnity.

"The winds and clouds—are the key to being born in response to calamity."

"We must not afford to make any mistakes."

"Whoever dares to disrupt my chess game and ruin this grand plan..."

A sharp light flashed in the old man's eyes—an extremely terrifying aura flashed out from his body!

The once bustling street market seemed to have been frozen in time.

Even the wind stopped.

But in the blink of an eye—everything returned to normal.

It was as if that chilling sense of oppression from just moments ago was nothing more than an illusion.

The old man withdrew his gaze—and looked back at the unfinished game of chess.

"Well then—let's see how big a ripple this variable can create."

"Since the game is in chaos—I will make another move amidst this chaos."

Having said that—

His eyes, which had been sharp and piercing, now held a hidden glint, and he reverted to his usual carefree and mischievous self.

"Snapped!"

The black piece falls—

It was struck heavily on the chessboard!

A crisp sound—

It was like metal and stone shattering! Or like a sudden clap of thunder!

The piece was placed—

The once lifeless chess game came alive in an instant!

An extremely sharp and murderous aura surged into the sky—pointing straight to the heavens!

Xiao Sanxiao reached into his robes and neatly gathered up the chessboard and pieces, the movement flowing naturally.

He slowly rose—looking in the direction where Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun had disappeared, and flicked his long sleeves.

As he took his step, countless afterimages appeared beneath his feet!

Space seemed to undergo some inexplicable twist at that moment.

Shrinking the earth to an inch—with each step, a person is already ten feet away!

Just a few steps—

Xiao Sanxiao's figure disappeared into the noisy end of the city.

The wind howled—

He moved like a fleeting shadow, heading straight in the direction where Nie Feng and the others had gone—chasing after them.