I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

An elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in coarse cloth, walked slowly down the official road, his back hunched and his steps faltering.

But what he was carrying on his back was extremely eye-catching—

A huge Qimen chessboard, about half a person's height, was wrapped in coarse cloth, with only a corner of the dark chess squares showing.

Nie Feng's gaze fell on the chessboard, and he paused slightly.

Then, a smile appeared on his lips.

He had seen this chessboard before.

"Senior Xiao?"

Nie Feng put down his wine bowl, stood up, and clasped his hands in a fist salute.

The old man raised his head, his cloudy old eyes lit up the moment he saw Nie Feng, and then he smiled so broadly that his face was full of wrinkles.

"Oh! Isn't this young friend Nie?"

Nie Feng had met him once before and even played a game of chess with him, which forged a friendship between the two despite their age difference.

"Please have a seat, senior." Nie Feng smiled, pulled out a bench, and waved to the tavern owner.

"Another bowl of wine and a plate of peanuts, please."

Without any hesitation, Xiao Sanxiao leaned the chessboard against the table, sat down casually, and took a big gulp of wine.

"happy!"

He wiped his mouth, smacked his lips twice, and looked at Nie Feng with a smile.

Nie Feng looked at him, his smile unchanged, but his eyes now held a hint of seriousness.

Given Senior Xiao's abilities and temperament, he would never appear before me without a reason.

The last time we met was in the far north.

This time, it was in a tavern in the heart of the Central Plains.

Although separated by thousands of miles, we happened to meet.

There are no such coincidences in the world.

"Senior Xiao," Nie Feng said, putting down his wine bowl and speaking directly.

"What brings you here, sir?"

A hint of admiration flashed in Xiao Sanxiao's eyes.

"Young friend Nie is indeed straightforward."

He put down his wine bowl, stroked his long beard, his smile gradually faded, and his gaze became deep and distant.

"I've come to see you because I want to tell you a story from decades ago."

Nie Feng remained silent, listening quietly.

Xiao Sanxiao lowered his voice and spoke slowly.

Have you ever heard of someone called Wu Wudi?

Nie Feng shook his head slightly.

Xiao Sanxiao was not surprised. He picked up the wine bowl and took another sip, as if he were reminiscing about a very distant past.

"Decades ago, there was a peerless genius in the martial arts world named Wu Wudi."

"This person comes from a martial arts family, and the martial arts family has passed down an extremely terrifying peerless martial art for generations—"

"Top Ten Martial Arts".

With just four words, Xiao Sanxiao's tone was as heavy as if he were carrying a mountain.

"That is the most powerful and domineering in the world, an invincible martial art. Wu Wudi has unparalleled talent and is the only person in the Wu family in hundreds of years to have mastered the Ten Great Martial Arts."

Xiao Sanxiao paused for a moment, his gaze becoming deep.

"And Wu Wudi left behind the legacy of the Ten Strong Martial Arts in one place."

"Leshan Giant Buddha, Lingyun Caves"

Nie Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

Xiao Sanxiao stared intently at him, her tone turning serious.

"Young friend Nie, a great calamity is about to befall the world, heroes will rise up, and powerful figures will emerge in great numbers."

"Judging from your physique and talent, you are truly the best choice to practice the Ten Strongest Martial Arts."

"If you can enter the Lingyun Cave and find this ultimate skill—"

"We will definitely be able to turn the tide."

A moment of silence fell over the tavern.

The wind whipped up the thatch on the roof, making a rustling sound.

However, Nie Feng did not show the excitement or fervor that Xiao Sanxiao had expected.

Instead, he frowned slightly.

"Top Ten Martial Arts..."

Nie Feng murmured softly, a hint of suspicion flashing deep within his demonic eyes.

This name.

He felt like he'd heard it somewhere before.

Long ago, it was vague, yet it truly existed deep within his memory.

Nie Feng picked up the wine bowl, but didn't drink it. He just stared at the murky wine in the bowl and fell into deep thought.

suddenly--

A long-forgotten memory suddenly surfaced in my mind.

Back then, Duan Lang openly mentioned the martial arts he practiced.

The name of that martial art is none other than the Ten Strong Martial Arts.

Nie Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

All the clues came together at that moment.

Duan Lang practiced the Ten Strongest Martial Arts back then.

And this old senior, who had lived for who knows how many years, had traveled a long way to this tavern to "accidentally" meet him, and then vividly recounted a story of Wu Wudi...

Nie Feng looked at Xiao Sanxiao.

Xiao Sanxiao was looking at him expectantly, a hint of imperceptible eagerness hidden in his cloudy old eyes.

Nie Feng smiled.

He put down his wine bowl and politely cupped his hands in greeting to Xiao Sanxiao.

"I appreciate your kind offer, senior."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Sanxiao's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up—it's done!

However, Nie Feng's next words froze his smile on his face.

"only--"

Nie Feng's tone remained calm, but a faint hint of the Demon Lord's confidence and indifference appeared on his gentle face.

"What I am practicing now is a completely demonic cultivation method."

"The path of the demonic is about doing whatever one pleases and not being bound by any rules."

"No matter how strong the martial arts of the top ten are, they are ultimately a domineering and unyielding path, which is completely opposite to my way."

He picked up the wine bowl and took a small sip.

"If you wish to find someone to pass on this martial art, you should seek someone more skilled."

The tavern was deathly silent.

A gust of cold wind swept through the dilapidated thatched roof, causing the wine on the table to ripple slightly.

Xiao Sanxiao's hand, which was holding the wine bowl, froze in mid-air.

His expression was absolutely priceless—

A mysterious smile, which had been playing on his lips throughout the entire conversation, lingered on his lips, but his eyes were wide open.

I... was rejected?

He has lived for four thousand years.

For four thousand years, I have traveled far and wide, deduced the secrets of heaven, and seen countless heroes, emperors, and generals.

But he had never seen anyone turn away a peerless martial arts skill that was offered to them.

Xiao Sanxiao's mind was in an uproar.

What the hell is going on?!

I've gone to great lengths to come to this remote and secluded tavern just to deliver to you, the chosen one, a set of unparalleled martial arts skills that can turn the tide of fate!

You little brat, you don't want it?!

And you're trying to fob me off with some nonsense about "the unfettered path of demonic cultivation"?!

Young people these days are so unpredictable!

Xiao Sanxiao's lips twitched slightly, but as a seasoned veteran of four thousand years, he maintained his superior demeanor without faltering.

He put down his wine bowl, coughed lightly, and began a half-hour-long persuasion.

From the common people to the great principles of martial arts, from personal cultivation to the nation and the world, from the ultimate truth of martial arts to the unorthodox and demonic paths.

He quoted extensively from classical texts, spoke fluently and eloquently, and his spittle flew all over Nie Feng's face.

Nie Feng remained smiling, calm and attentive throughout, listening intently.

But each time Xiao Sanxiao finished speaking, he would just shake his head, politely but firmly.

"My mind is made up, senior, there's no need to persuade me any further."

Xiao Sanxiao's face gradually darkened.

In the end, the four-thousand-year-old monster had no way to deal with the stubborn Nie Feng, so he could only make up a lame excuse of traveling to visit relatives, and stood up from the bench with a dark face.

He walked towards the official road without looking back.

After walking a dozen steps, I couldn't help but look back.

Nie Feng, holding a wine bowl, smiled and nodded at him, politely seeing him off.

Xiao Sanxiao's lips twitched violently.

snort!

He turned his head, quickened his pace, and his hunched figure disappeared at the end of the official road.

Nie Feng watched the old man leave, then looked down at the turbid wine in the bowl.

Top Ten Martial Arts.

He didn't take it to heart.

He has his own path to follow.

Bujia Village, Hangzhou.

After Indra's death, the family moved back to their ancestral home.

As the sun sets, its afterglow bathes this secluded and tranquil village, casting a warm golden hue over the low thatched houses, stone walls, and old locust trees.

A full month has passed since the battle in the far north.

Now that Bu Jingyun has reached his peak condition, it's time for him to refine his divine essence.

He sat cross-legged on the bluestone slab in the courtyard, spreading out his left hand.

The small divine essence floated quietly above the palm, its icy blue and gold light reflecting an extremely alluring luster under the setting sun, like a miniature star.

Chu Chu stood to the side, her eyes filled with worry as she looked at the bead in her husband's palm that emitted an extremely cold aura.

"Yun, can this thing really be refined?"

Bu Jingyun did not answer, but only glanced at her slightly.

This glance was so faint, yet it made Chu Chu lower her head, her ears turning slightly red.

Even after being married to this man for so many years, she still blushes every time he looks at her like that.

At this moment, Bu Tian slowly walked out of the house.

Immaculate, handsome and composed, he looked more like a young master from a noble family than a battlefield youth.

His gaze fell upon Shen Yuan, and he said softly:

"Father, this divine essence is of the extreme cold attribute, and contains immense power."

"Although Father has recovered to his peak condition, it will still take him quite some time to refine it on his own."

"It's alright," Bu Jingyun said coldly. "I can wait a while."

"I naturally trust Father's skills."

Bu Tian smiled slightly, his tone gentle, yet carrying an undeniable sense of power.

"But the situation is unpredictable now, and every day that is wasted increases the danger."

"Let me lend a hand, so that Father won't have to sit here refining it all by himself."

Bu Jingyun gave his son a deep look.

Bu Tian was just a teenager, but his skill was so profound that even his father couldn't see through it.

This feeling left Bu Jingyun with mixed emotions.

I feel gratified and proud, but there's also a complex mix of emotions that I can't quite put my finger on.

Finally, he nodded silently.

but--

A faint glint of light flashed in the depths of Bu Jingyun's eyes.

How can a father be outdone by his son!

Bu Jingyun put the divine essence into his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

The moment the divine energy entered his abdomen, an extremely cold aura exploded within him like an avalanche!

He groaned, and his eyebrows and temples instantly became covered in frost.

However, his expression remained unchanged, and his inner strength immediately began to circulate, like a torrent of scalding iron meeting the extreme cold, colliding and merging fiercely in his meridians.

Bu Tian sat down cross-legged behind him, placing his palms on Bu Jingyun's back.

The boundless divine power was activated.

A powerful and gentle true energy surged from Bu Tian's palm, slowly seeping into Bu Jingyun's meridians. Like a spring breeze and rain, it peeled away and softened the extreme cold power of the divine essence layer by layer, assisting the Overlord Technique's internal force in devouring and refining it.