I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The far north.

A thousand miles of ice, ten thousand paths vanished.

The north wind was like a knife, whipping up fist-sized snowflakes that danced wildly across the vast plains—

It almost froze the flowing energy in the throat.

however--

The bitter cold could not freeze the boiling murderous intent that permeated the martial world.

A corner at the foot of the mountain —

A solitary open-air tavern, nestled in the snow, unexpectedly began to emit wisps of smoke amidst this silvery world.

Several heavy, dark red wine flags lashed against the wind with a crisp "snap," exuding an indescribable sense of dread.

The fire in the stove was blazing, and the rich aroma of strong liquor mingled with the sizzling smell of hot mutton—

They desperately tried to withstand the raging wind and snow inside the makeshift fence.

A group of wandering swordsmen, carrying knives and swords, sat around a fire pit.

Their eyes were burning with excitement, and even though their faces were red from the cold, they couldn't hide the fervor in their eyes.

"This is truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

A burly man with a full beard slammed an empty bowl down on the table, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"These past two days, those lunatics from the Anti-Heaven Alliance seem to have taken root in the far north! Those arrogant lackeys of the Heavenly Gate—they've been slaughtered so badly they can't even return to their lair!"

"It's more than just not being able to go home!"

A tall, thin swordsman lowered his bamboo hat, a playful glint in his eyes:

"To be honest, I passed through that town this morning and couldn't even find a woodshed to stay in."

"Every house that could shelter us from the wind and rain was crammed with the tough hands of the Anti-Heaven Alliance—each one with a steady gait."

"Look at that formation—they've probably already surrounded the Tianmen headquarters like an iron fortress."

He looked around—seeing everyone holding their breath—before lowering his voice and uttering a startling statement:

"The most bizarre thing is—do you know who's leading this time?"

All eyes at the table turned to him.

"They were two immature young boys."

"Nonsense!"

Someone sneered, their face full of disdain:

"How could a pair of children be leading this massive campaign, which concerns the fate of the world, under the banner of the alliance? Has the alliance run out of manpower?"

"But that's the truth."

The tall, thin swordsman sighed, his gaze fixed on the depths of the snowstorm:

"It is said that the two of them possessed extraordinary cultivation levels—and were ruthless beyond belief."

"Any Heavenly Gate experts who try to stop them, let alone beg for mercy—they won't even be able to leave with a whole corpse."

He paused, his tone growing increasingly serious:

"These two teenagers—they are probably the most vicious blades in this battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole table erupted in chaos.

"Hey—to be honest!"

A short, stocky man, reeking of alcohol, slapped his thigh, his eyes gleaming:

"You're all so busy watching the spectacle—don't you realize this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

"Tianmen has been operating for so many years—the treasures hidden in its main altar must be piled up like mountains!"

"Once the fighting starts—we'll sneak in during the chaos and rummage through the area. If we happen to find a peerless martial arts manual, we can start our own sect and become a grandmaster!"

"A secret manual? You're being far too timid!"

A skinny man with shifty eyes rubbed his hands together, lowered his voice, and looked greedy:

"I've heard that Indra's armory contains many divine weapons! Any one of them is a priceless treasure! When the army storms in—you grab yours, I grab mine, whoever gets there first gets it!"

Keep dreaming!

The burly man with the thick beard chuckled and slapped the skinny man's head, tilting it to the side.

"With your pathetic skills—you'd be chopped into mincemeat before you even got to the door!"

A burst of laughter erupted, wine bowls clattered—a display of boundless enthusiasm.

In this icy and snowy world—

It also revealed a certain carefree, reckless joy unique to those in the martial arts world.

Beyond the noise.

Three figures sat silently at a square table right next to the vent.

The surrounding hustle and bustle seemed to isolate them from a different world.

This trip was uniquely missing—

That fellow had once received a portion of the Sacred Heart Technique from Indra, though only a superficial understanding; he had still received the grace of being taught.

He was unwilling to do something that would betray his master and ancestors, so he did not go along.

He was dressed in a dark robe, with a heavy iron box on his back.

His knuckles were clenched so tightly they turned blue and white, as if he wanted to crush the pent-up resentment he had been holding in.

Beside him, Huai Mie wrapped his arms around himself, his powerful energy shattering the falling snowflakes.

Bai Ling poured wine with her delicate hands, her eyes filled with sorrow.

I overheard the discussions among the tavern patrons—

Huai Kong picked up the wine bowl, but hesitated to drink it.

"Two boys..."

His voice was hoarse, as if forced out from his throat, carrying an lingering chill:

"No matter how powerful the anti-heaven alliance is—I must personally take the life of Indra."

His gaze was deep and heavy, as solemn as molten iron.

"Thousands of innocent souls on Iron Heart Island are waiting for this day."

Huai Mie suddenly poured the wine into the charcoal fire—

It stirred up a pungent smell of alcohol and thick smoke!

"Forget about this so-called Anti-Heaven Alliance!"

The veins on his fists bulged—

He slammed his hand on the table, making the bowls and plates rattle.

"I'll personally pluck the head of Indra! Anyone who dares to stop us from taking revenge—I'll smash them too!"

Bai Ling put down the wine pot and spoke softly:

"I just went to sound out the situation—I heard that the two young men stationed in Wentian Town are of Duan Lang's bloodline."

Huai Kong nodded slightly, his expression calm and composed.

He had personally witnessed the methods of the God of Severance during the battle at Tianshan.

It was only natural that these two brothers could take up the banner of rebellion.

Only the annihilation of the heart—a flash of crimson light crossed the depths of his pupils.

He recalled his defeat at the hands of Duan Shen in Tianshan—a humiliating defeat that marked the end of his martial arts career.

Although he has now been reborn and his cultivation has reached the level of a Grandmaster, this thorn has never been removed.

"Severing God..."

Huai Mie clenched his fists—his knuckles cracked with a deafening sound, causing the remaining snow on the table to fall in a flurry.

"If Indra wants to kill me—and if I encounter Duan Shen again, I'll definitely have to learn from him again!"

Huai Kong did not respond.

He simply drank the cold wine in the bowl slowly to the last drop.

His gaze was piercing, his eyes filled with a resolute determination as firm as molten iron.

This battle—I don't seek survival, I only seek an explanation.

The snow fell harder outside the window, though the aroma of wine and the lively discussions continued—

But it was gradually buried in the desolate wilderness by the endless whiteness and the howling north wind.

Wentian Town.

The place was bustling with activity—there was no trace of the harshness of the border region, but rather a sense of triumphant satisfaction at the accomplishment of a great mission.

Travelers from all walks of life move swiftly, their laughter and conversation filled with heroic spirit.

The Tianmen assassins along the way have been completely wiped out by the Anti-Tian Alliance's rapid advance.

At that very moment—

At the end of the long street—three figures appeared.

Nameless—Bu Jingyun—Nie Feng.

The moment the three appeared, the bustling street fell silent.

Hundreds of awe-inspiring gazes intertwined and were cast upon the scene—as if gazing upon a deity descending to earth.

however--

A strange figure sat beside the stone pillar at the street corner.

Xiao Sanxiao had already gotten to his feet before everyone else, without anyone noticing.

Alone, he unfolds an ancient chessboard, holding black and white pieces, and fights his battle within the small space.

No matter how loud and chaotic the noise around me—

The old man's entire body showed no signs of internal energy fluctuations.

He was just like an ordinary old man who was so obsessed with chess that he had completely forgotten the mundane world.

The three men swept past him—

Bu Jingyun and Wuming glanced at him, regarding him as an ordinary person they could see anywhere, without lingering for even a moment.

"Young man—come and play another game with the old man."

Xiao Sanxiao suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but his breathing was extremely steady in the wind.

Nie Feng paused, pointed to himself, and asked in confusion:

"Old man—are you calling me?"

Xiao Sanxiao nodded slowly.

He gently tapped the chessboard with his left hand, a gentle smile spreading across his lips.

Bu Jingyun frowned, his gaze sweeping over the old man's body, which showed no sign of internal energy fluctuations, and said in a deep voice:

"He's just an old man obsessed with chess—don't waste time, it's more important to find Duan Lang's son."

Wuming also looked at Nie Feng—only to see that the other was staring at the black and white chessboard with a solemn expression.

"Yun, senior, you go first."

Nie Feng slowly moved towards the stone pier:

"I don't know why—I feel that I must play this game. I'll come find you later."

Bu Jingyun said no more and turned to disappear into the crowd.

Wuming glanced thoughtfully at the old man, then followed him away.

An old man and a young boy sat on opposite sides of a table.

Between two fingers, black and white stand in confrontation—in this noisy world, a solitary battlefield has been carved out.

Nie Feng sat upright on the stone stool, his expression humble:

"May I ask how you should be addressed, senior?"

The old man deftly lifted the weight with two fingers, his gaze sweeping across the vast, cold plains:

"One laugh and all living beings suffer; another laugh and heaven and earth are annihilated."

"Three laughs turn the tide—who can solve this predicament?"

His long beard trembled slightly, and his laughter rose and fell in the wind, revealing a detached and aloof air that seemed to have seen through the world's illusions.

"The江湖客 (jianghu ke, a person from the martial arts world) were kind enough to give him the nickname 'Three Smiles'."

"As for my real name—I've lived too long to remember it."

He pushed the black ball towards Nie Feng:

"You play black—make your move."

Nie Feng responded and moved, looking down at the chessboard.

Where the paths intersect, they resemble winding mountains and rivers, where dragons and tigers lie hidden.

White pieces are firmly positioned in the center, forming an encirclement – ​​Black pieces are trapped in a corner, in grave danger.

A desperate situation where one must seek survival amidst death.

He picked up a black jade chess piece between his fingers, his fingertips feeling slightly cool.

Snapped--

Unexpectedly, the black stone "leaned" on the outside of the encirclement—pressing heavily against the side of a white stone!

Using their strength against them—directly testing the last weakness in their scorched-earth policy.

Xiao Sanxiao raised his white eyebrows slightly—a trapped beast that dares not retreat, yet dares to pounce and bite outwards?

He placed a piece without making a sound—

A sharp "pull" move was intended to completely suppress the black pieces' chances of survival.

Snapped--

Nie Feng responded with lightning speed! Black capitalized on the opportunity to cut!

Like a sharp knife forcefully piercing through a crack in the iron wall—

They managed to cut a gap in what seemed to be a perfect encirclement of white stones!

Xiao Sanxiao's smile faded slightly.

He realized—this young man wasn't just trying to survive by compromising himself.

It's clear that they're trying to forcefully bite back at White amidst a heavy encirclement!

Snapped--

White's killing intent was immediately revealed—a "snap and kill" move blocked his path to death.

Snapped--

Nie Feng's black move is a "long" –

Not only does it harden and break the strangulation, but it also takes root and sprouts in the weak points on the outside, echoing the trapped pieces inside!

Xiao Sanxiao's pupils suddenly contracted.

He hadn't expected it—

This young man actually used offense as defense, and by taking advantage of the entanglement and pulling on the outside, he managed to create the first eye inside!