I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Dozens of miles away, in a secluded mountain forest.

Jiang Chen landed and gently put down the trembling child in his arms.

Jin'er had stopped crying, but her swollen eyes were filled with fear and confusion.

He stared blankly at the older brother who had saved him, not knowing what to say.

Looking at the child who had just lost his mother, Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a pang of pity.

"He's a poor child too." He sighed, his gaze sweeping around before finally settling on a bamboo grove not far away. "Since I've saved you, I might as well see you through to the end."

Jiang Chen gently waved his right hand.

shhhhhh!

Several invisible bursts of energy shot through the air.

With a few crisp "snap" sounds, several emerald green bamboo stalks snapped in two.

Immediately afterwards, the bamboo automatically disintegrated in the air, turning into thin, evenly sized bamboo strips.

Then, vines flew over and neatly strung the bamboo strips together, instantly creating a simple bamboo scroll.

This ability to retrieve objects from a distance and create things out of thin air left Jin'er speechless, and she even temporarily forgot her grief.

Jiang Chen reached out and took the bamboo slip, but did not write anything. Instead, he joined his fingers together like a sword, and a point of brilliant blue light gathered at his fingertips.

Brush brush!

As he moved his fingers, countless tiny characters appeared on the bamboo slip, which was the complete incantation of the "Formless Divine Wind Leg"!

This is an unparalleled lightness skill derived from the Wind God Leg technique!

"Take it." Jiang Chen handed the bamboo scroll to Jin'er and said gently, "This bamboo scroll contains a peerless martial art. If you can master it, you will be able to travel freely throughout the world."

Jin'er accepted the bamboo scroll with trembling hands. Although he didn't quite understand the value of the scroll, he knew that the older brother in front of him was helping him.

"Thump!" Jin'er knelt down on both knees and kowtowed three times to Jiang Chen.

"Thank you so much, benefactor! Jin'er... Jin'er will definitely practice hard! I will never let down your great kindness!" The childish voice carried a firmness that was beyond his years.

However, there was no response.

Jin'er looked up, about to say something, but found that there was no one in front of her.

Only a single bamboo scroll, still warm to the touch, lay quietly in my hand, proving that what had just happened was not a dream.

The mountain breeze rustles through the bamboo forest, as if telling a new legend.

The setting sun was like blood, and the cold wind was bleak.

A desolate grave, overgrown with weeds and covered with withered leaves, exuding an indescribable sense of sorrow.

The tombstone, weathered by time, appears somewhat mottled, but the inscriptions remain clearly visible.

The tomb of my beloved wife, Jieyu.

A figure in a gray robe sat quietly cross-legged in front of the tombstone, like an unchanging stone statue.

It was the Sword Saint.

Here lies the nameless wife of the martial arts legend.

Today happens to be the anniversary of her death.

The Sword Saint looked at the tombstone, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Nameless, I know you're not dead." He sat cross-legged before the tombstone, slowly closing his eyes. "I'll wait for you here. If you don't come, I'll destroy this tombstone and dig up this lonely grave!"

The wind blows gently.

It swirls up fallen leaves from the ground, making them spin in the air.

On an ancient tree several hundred feet away.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his figure seemingly blending into the surrounding air, emitting no aura whatsoever.

He gazed quietly at the Sword Saint in the distance, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Although everyone thought Nameless was dead, the Sword Saint firmly believed that the man who had defeated him was still alive.

Perhaps this is the connection between strong individuals.

Jiang Chen neither appeared nor left.

Like an invisible ghost, it silently watched all of this, waiting for the legendary man to appear.

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains lies Tianyin City.

This city is the only way to reach the headquarters of the world's largest gang, the World Society, and is also the gateway to the World Society.

Thanks to the protection of the World Society, there is no feud or chaos common in the martial arts world here. Instead, the area is orderly and has excellent public security.

No gangsters dared to cause trouble here, so merchants and ordinary people could live and work in peace.

This also led to the extreme prosperity of Tianyin City, making it extremely wealthy and its people extravagant, even comparable to some major prefectures.

At this moment, Tianyin City was bustling with noise, as countless martial arts practitioners came from all directions and gathered here.

They were all waiting for an epic battle to come—the final showdown between the Sword Saint and the Overlord!

The largest restaurant in the city was packed.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, the conversation naturally turned to that earth-shattering duel.

"Hey, tell me, who has a better chance of winning this decisive battle?" a burly man with a full beard asked loudly.

"Is there even a question? It's definitely the Sword Saint!" someone nearby immediately chimed in. "The Sword Saint has been famous for a long time, a legend of the older generation in the martial arts world. Although he has been retired for many years, his swordsmanship has already reached a state of perfection. On the other hand, Xiong Ba has been busy conquering the world these past few years, entangled in worldly affairs. How could he have time to study martial arts? In my opinion, Xiong Ba is destined to lose!"

"That makes sense! And I've also heard that Xiong Ba's two prized disciples, Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, have both gone missing! This is a terrible omen! Even the heavens aren't on Xiong Ba's side!"

"Yes, yes, he's been betrayed by everyone. Xiong Ba is probably doomed this time!" The crowd discussed among themselves, with most people favoring Sword Saint and believing that Xiong Ba was bound to lose.

At a table in the corner sat a man and a woman.

The man was tall and handsome; the woman was beautiful and spirited.

It was the dragon sleeves and phoenix dance of the Kuaiyimen.

The two exchanged a glance, listening to the surrounding chatter, but neither spoke. They simply drank their tea quietly, seemingly waiting for something.

Just then—

Da da da!

A sudden, thunderous sound of horses' hooves broke the city's hustle and bustle.

Everyone craned their necks to look.

Two fast horses galloped across the wide street like arrows released from a bow, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Two figures sat on horseback: one with flowing long hair and a cold expression; the other dressed in white, as gentle and refined as jade.

"That's..." Long Xiu's gaze sharpened, and she whispered, "Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun! They're back!"

The two swift horses did not stop at all, passing directly through Tianyin City and galloping all the way to the top of Tianshan Mountain.

Before long, the two arrived at the gate of the World Society.

Whoosh—!

Nie Feng pulled on the reins and dismounted.

His mount was already panting heavily, its body soaked in sweat.

Nie Feng gently stroked the horse's mane, his eyes full of pity: "You've worked hard, old friend."

On the other side...

Due to the long journey and the rugged mountain road, Bu Jingyun's mount suddenly lost its balance and twisted its front hooves.

"Useless!" A hint of violence flashed in Bu Jingyun's eyes. Instead of showing any pity, he slammed his palm down on the horse's back.

Click!

With a sharp crack, the BMW, which could travel a thousand miles a day, had its spine broken by this palm strike. It let out a mournful cry and collapsed to the ground, clearly beyond saving.

Bu Jingyun didn't even glance at the horse, and strode towards the gate.

At this moment, the disciples of the World Society who had been waiting there hurriedly came forward to greet them.

"Master Feng! Master Yun! You're finally back!"

A disciple respectfully said to Nie Feng, "Master Feng, the gang leader has ordered you to go to the Lakeside Pavilion to see the young lady as soon as you return."

Nie Feng nodded: "I understand."

Another disciple approached Bu Jingyun tremblingly and whispered, "Master Yun... Master Yun, the Chief has ordered you to go..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Bu Jingyun completely ignored him.

At this moment, Bu Jingyun's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was somewhat deranged.

His mind was filled with images of Kong Ci, and his heart ached as if it were being stabbed.

"Ci... my heart aches so much..."

"I can't live without you..."

He shoved aside the disciple blocking his way, completely ignoring Xiong Ba's orders, and used his lightness skill to rush towards the direction of Tian Shuang Hall!