I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Get up.

Tie Zhi waved his hand, and a gentle supporting force surged from his palm, steadily lifting Huai Kong up.

"The iron gate has suffered such a calamity, and now you are the only survivor."

His gaze slowly swept over Huai Kong, and a piercing heat gradually emanated from his cloudy eyes.

"You return to this abandoned island, take in refugees, repair buildings, and reopen the sword-forging pool."

"I don't need to guess to know—it must be for rebuilding the iron gate."

Huai Kong nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with determination.

"My esteemed uncle is wise!"

"The kindness of our teachers is as high as a mountain; the Iron Gate must not be abandoned in my generation!"

"I have returned here to rebuild the Iron Gate's former glory upon these ruins!"

"Good! That's backbone!"

Tie Zhi slapped the stone block and suddenly stood up.

His previously hunched back suddenly straightened up at that moment.

An unparalleled arrogance belonging to the world's top master craftsmen suddenly erupted from his gaunt body!

The image of a detached, unassuming old man from the countryside that he had just presented was completely gone.

He looked up at Huai Kong, his words ringing out firmly.

"I have devoted my life to mechanical forging, and my martial arts skills are, of course, mediocre."

"In this era of great strife, I can't teach you any skills of killing."

"but--"

Tie Zhi's expression suddenly changed.

No longer murky, no longer aged.

The light emanating from his eyes was arrogant and disdainful of the world, as if even the sun, moon, and stars were unworthy of his gaze.

"But when it comes to the skill of forging iron and weapons, and creating things that resemble gods—"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a resounding bell, each word striking every stone wall of the sword-casting pool, causing the furnace fire to tremble.

"In this whole world, if I were to say that I am second to none—"

Tie Zhi tilted his head slightly, and a nearly manic smile slowly appeared on his lips.

"Then absolutely no one would dare to stand up and claim to be the best in the world!"

The furnace fire suddenly surged, its flames illuminating the entire sword-casting pool.

Looking at the old man who had suddenly become a completely different person, Huai Kong had only five words left in his mind.

The iron gate is saved.

On the vast ocean, waves roll and stretch to the horizon.

Passing through the thick, year-round sea fog, a magnificent and beautiful island, like a mirage, quietly sits between the blue sea and sky.

Phoenix Island.

At this moment, along the rugged mountain path that leads straight into the clouds, a figure dressed in a wide Taoist robe is climbing the steps.

His steps were as light as the wind, seemingly slow and leisurely, but in reality, he moved with incredible speed and agility.

He possessed an otherworldly and refined air, seemingly untouched by the mundane world.

Before long, the figure arrived at the mountain peak.

At the summit, amidst swirling clouds and mist, pavilions and towers were scattered in a harmonious arrangement, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams, and painted rafters, creating a magnificent and otherworldly scene resembling a fairyland.

The moment the Taoist priest in the green robe stepped into the mountain gate—

Dozens of disciples who were practicing martial arts and meditating in the square stopped what they were doing.

All eyes turned to the newcomer.

Upon seeing that kind and gentle face, which was as warm as a spring breeze, the entire square erupted in an uncontrollable burst of excited cheers.

"Master! Master is back!"

Dozens of disciples surged forward like a tide, kneeling respectfully on the ground and bowing in worship to the Taoist in the green robe.

In every pair of eyes was unparalleled fervor and reverence.

This seemingly extraordinary and righteous alchemist—

It is the mastermind who has been hiding behind the scenes of the martial arts world for a thousand years.

Xu Fu glanced indifferently at the disciples kneeling to greet him, his face bearing his usual gentle smile, like a kind elder.

He slightly raised his hand, and his gentle voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Get up, everyone."

"Xianzhen, Taijia, Taiyi, the three of you, come with me to the secret chamber."

Upon hearing this, the three disciples whose names were called immediately stood up respectfully and stepped forward.

Leading the way was the second disciple, Xuanzhen.

He carried a guqin on his back, his steps steady and reserved.

His "Righteous and Righteous Qin Music" is renowned overseas, conveying true energy through the sound of the qin, integrating offense and defense.

Not only can he injure enemies by playing the zither from a hundred feet away, but he can also use the majestic sound of the zither to assist his fellow disciples, demonstrating his profound cultivation.

Following to Hyunjin's left was the usually low-key and taciturn Thai Gak.

He and Tae-eul beside him were practitioners of the same divine skill, and they had mastered the "Dry Ice Palm" technique to perfection.

This palm technique can freeze the ground with extreme cold, or melt ice and generate warmth. It is versatile and can be used at will, even more flexible than the Heavenly Frost Fist that once dominated the world.

Walking at the very back was the third disciple, Taiyi.

This person is known on Phoenix Island as a kind and honest man.

He not only specializes in the fierce and powerful aspect of the Dry Ice Palm, but is also kind-hearted and hates evil.

As one of Xu Fu's most valued and cultivated core disciples, Taiyi even received an extraordinary opportunity bestowed by his master—to extend his lifespan by a hundred years.

His loyalty to Xu Fu was nothing short of fanatical.

"Yes, Master."

The three dared not slacken in the slightest, closely following behind Xu Fu, passing through multiple restrictions, and heading straight into the hidden bottom chamber at the deepest part of Phoenix Island.

boom!

The heavy stone door slammed shut, completely isolating it from all outside sound and light.

Inside the sealed room, only a few lamps burned, emitting a faint, cold light.

The three were about to ask their master if their journey off the island had gone smoothly—

Xu Fu, who had been facing away from them, suddenly turned around.

Under dim lighting.

The gentle, compassionate expression that should have graced Xu Fu's face, like a spring breeze and nourishing rain, was completely gone.

Instead, there is an extreme arrogance and cold-bloodedness that regards all living beings as pigs and dogs.

This dramatic change caused the temperature in the entire sealed room to plummet to freezing point in an instant.

There was no concern or explanation.

Xu Fu stared blankly at his three most prized disciples and cut to the chase, uttering a statement that could be described as earth-shattering.

"My teacher is Indra."

The room was deathly silent.

Hyunjin's calm and composed face froze instantly.

Thai Jia's lowered eyelids suddenly lifted, his eyes filled with horror.

The usually honest and rigid Tae-eul was completely stunned, his mouth slightly open, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Indra!

The legendary figure in the Central Plains martial arts world, who founded the Heavenly Gate, regarded all living beings as playthings, and stirred up endless bloodshed—Emperor Shitian.

The three looked at each other, their minds a complete mess.

In their hearts, their master Xu Fu was always a wise and compassionate hermit.

The martial arts they were taught on a daily basis, whether it was Xianzhen's "Righteous and Righteous Qin Music" or Taijia Taiyi's "Dry Ice Palm", were all orthodox and legitimate martial arts from the Xuanmen school.

How could my master be the wicked Indra?

"Master..."

Tai Yi was the first to come to his senses.

He reached up and scratched his head, forcing a slightly stiff, awkward smile onto his face.

"You've just returned from the Central Plains, did you encounter any trouble?"

"You must be joking with your disciples..."

He swallowed hard, and his speech unconsciously quickened.

"You are a man of noble character, and for decades you have taught us to uphold justice and fight for the righteous. How could you possibly be a ruthless person like Indra who disregards human life?"

Hyunjin and Taiga shook their heads stiffly.

In their deeply ingrained understanding, their master and Indra are diametrically opposed beings, like water and fire, good and evil.

Even if the sky were to fall, it could never be the same person.

Looking at these three proud disciples who had been "brainwashed" by him since childhood and whose minds were filled with loyalty, filial piety, and propriety—

A hint of mockery and impatience flashed in Xu Fu's eyes.

He didn't waste another word.

Om-!

He casually flicked his wrist.

The "righteous spirit" that once felt like a gentle breeze has vanished.

Instead, there is an extremely cold and domineering frost energy.

Sacred Heart Mantra activated—

"Mysterious Ice" and "Frosty Heaven"!

The biting cold energy instantly filled the entire secret room, and the three of them felt their very bones tremble.

The moisture in the air instantly condensed into countless incomparably sharp ice blades, densely suspended in mid-air, pointing directly at the three people.

A towering peak pierces the clouds!

Before the ice blade could fall, an even more terrifying force swept in.

Within the chilling, icy energy, there was a hidden interplay of thunderous roars and crackling electric arcs that danced wildly between the ice blades—

The Emperor's Thunderous Fury is about to unleash its power!

The three of them froze, their pupils shrinking sharply.

However, this is not the end.

Under these astonishing external attacks, four deadly calamities, enough to annihilate any top expert, simultaneously rose from Xu Fu's body!

Shocking calamity.

Xu Fu's eyes became hollow and eerie, his icy gaze piercing straight to the soul.

Xuanzhen felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his will teetering under that gaze, and he almost lost control of himself on the spot.

Evil Blood Calamity.

An invisible force suddenly appeared, causing the blood in the three people's bodies to flow backward and surge wildly from a distance!

Thai Jia's face turned bright red, blood rushed upwards through his veins, and a metallic taste rose in his throat, almost causing him to spit out blood on the spot.

Heavenly Tribulation.

An invisible wave pierced through all defenses and struck straight at the heart.

Tae-eul felt as if his heart was being torn apart by five horses, and the intense pain made his knees buckle, almost causing him to kneel on the ground.

The Tribulation of the Supreme God.

The most profound and unfathomable layer of tribulation power.

It points directly to the origin of the soul.

A terrifying intent, powerful enough to crush the primordial spirit, hung like an invisible mountain above the three of them.

The pupils of all three people dilated at the same instant.

The suffocating feeling of being completely controlled and able to be eliminated at any time made them forget how to breathe.

Unreserved moves, the authentic fourfold tribulation power.

In front of his three prized disciples, Xu Fu displayed in all his might the supreme skill that only the genius Di Shi had mastered—

Sacred Heart Mantra!!

The three of them stood frozen in place, like three wooden or clay sculptures.

The ancient zither with its strings resonated with a mournful sound amidst the icy chill, its strings covered in white frost.

Thai Jia's hands were trembling violently, and the frost on his fingertips was slowly spreading to his wrists.

Tae-eul's eyes widened, the silly smile still lingering on his face, but his eyes were devoid of any joy.

All that remained was unfathomable shock and fear.

Xu Fu stopped.

The four layers of calamity dissipated simultaneously, and the temperature in the secret chamber slowly rose again.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at his three disciples who were terrified.

There was not a trace of explanation on that face.

Only Indra possesses that cold, arrogant disdain for all living beings.