I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Previously, his daughter, who lived far away, had sent a message by carrier pigeon.

The letter mentioned that the son-in-law had found a rare and precious ingredient called "Xiaolongyuan".

It is said that after consuming it, one can not only extend their lifespan by sixty years, but also cleanse their marrow and bones, greatly enhancing their martial arts aptitude.

Anyone else in the martial arts world, upon hearing of such extraordinary fortune, would probably have gone mad and lost their composure long ago.

But after reading it, the Sword Emperor simply burned the secret letter.

Lifespan? Aptitude?

For him, they were all like fleeting clouds.

True ultimate sword techniques should naturally blossom and blossom in the natural world.

Forcibly elevating one's realm through external means would only taint his pure Spring and Autumn Blade Qi.

The small boat drifts with the current.

On a sharp blue stone on the lake shore.

A emaciated boy was kneeling on a moss-covered stone.

The boy's name was Duan Tiandao.

His family suffered a devastating tragedy when he was young, being wiped out, and he wandered the world, enduring countless hardships that shattered his very bones.

Three days ago, he was being chased by his enemies and fled into this tranquil and secluded Spring and Autumn Residence, covered in blood.

I thought it was a hopeless situation with no chance of survival.

But to their horror, they discovered that the several young and strong enemies who rushed up behind them were as if they had encountered an invisible killing array that seemed to have condensed time the moment they entered the lake shore!

The old man in the boat did not make a move at all.

Several assassins with strong blood and energy suddenly aged more than ten years in the blink of an eye.

Their robust physiques rapidly withered, their heads turned completely white, and they collapsed to the ground like frail old men in their twilight years, their strength to even grip the hilt of a knife completely exhausted in an instant.

The seasons wither and flourish, a single breath can take away a lifetime!

Although Duan Tiandao had never practiced martial arts, his extremely keen intuition instantly awakened him—

Master!

This is absolutely a peerless master who transcends worldly affairs!!

So he knelt down on the cold shore.

He kowtowed heavily, his voice hoarse as he desperately begged to become a disciple.

This kneeling.

For three whole days and three nights, he did not eat or drink a drop of water.

The autumn lake wind was like fine, sharp blades, which scraped away a thick layer of frost from his eyebrows.

The boy's knees were already raw and bloody from being worn down by the rough bluestone.

But he kept his spine taut, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the small boat in the middle of the lake, without moving his skeletal body even an inch.

On a small boat.

The Sword Emperor stood with his back to the shore, remaining as silent as a stubborn rock.

During those three days, he did hear the pleas for help from behind.

But he remained silent.

Even though not a shred of sympathy stirred within me.

In the heart of this senior master of swordsmanship, he wanted to inherit his great Dao of Spring and Autumn.

Not only does it require extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, but also unyielding character.

miserable?

What this vast martial arts world has no shortage of are pitiful creatures with tragic backstories.

Only by enduring the biting wind and frost of those three days could one gain the confidence to even glance at him.

If he were to kneel and die like this...

This only proves that there is now another nameless skeleton in the world that is not even qualified to wield a knife.

Huaiyuan Town is an unremarkable, ordinary town.

Inside a tavern facing the street.

A young man dressed in a dark red brocade robe was casually leaning against a long table by the window, pouring himself a drink.

The young man had a handsome face, but there was a hint of arrogance hidden between his brows.

It was Duanlang.

After reaching the pinnacle of power in the martial arts world, he did not indulge in the aloofness of being high above. Instead, he concealed his identity and entered the bustling and lively marketplace to temper his mind through the world.

The tavern was noisy with people.

On the scattered seats nearby, a few wandering swordsmen carrying knives and swords were occasionally drinking loudly and boasting about martial arts tales with spittle flying everywhere.

But none of them knew that the young man in red robes who shared a room with them was now the powerful and influential leader of the martial arts world!

This was because Duan Lang's extraordinary cultivation had been concealed to an extreme degree, making his aura as calm as a still pond.

Anyone who saw him would only think of him as an ordinary rich young master who couldn't even kill a chicken.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Suddenly, a thunderous cheer erupted from the long street below.

Duan Lang glanced sideways and looked down through the half-closed wooden lattice window.

On the long street a dozen or so feet away, a group of onlookers were densely packed together, their cheers rising and falling.

Through the gaps in the crowd, the empty center of the street could be vaguely seen.

A graceful woman, wielding a weapon, moved swiftly, energetically performing a street performer's act to solicit rewards.

Such fancy footwork is as ridiculous and laughable as a three-year-old child waving a tree branch in the eyes of a peerless master like Duan Lang.

He showed no interest whatsoever and finished the last drop of liquor at the bottom of the rough porcelain bowl.

He casually tossed two pieces of silver onto the long table and prepared to get up and leave.

Just now.

He overheard the hushed chatter of several townspeople at the next table, who were eating side dishes.

"Alas... what a cruel twist of fate. Such a beautiful and lovely girl like Yunling has been forced into this predicament."

"Shh! Are you crazy?! Keep your voice down!"

His companion's face turned deathly pale instantly. He glanced around warily as if facing a formidable enemy before gritting his teeth and whispering:

"Who can we blame? We can only blame Yunling's father for being unlucky and choosing to make a living by performing in our Huaiyuan Town."

"If it weren't for that heartless bully Han Kun stumbling upon them and insisting on forcibly taking the girl back to the manor to be his concubine, how could such a tragedy have occurred?"

"Poor Yunling refused to submit, even to the death. Her father, in his desperate attempt to protect his daughter, had his skull smashed in the street by Han Kun's gang of thugs!"

Upon hearing this...

Duan Lang, who was about to get up, quietly stopped.

A gleam of keen interest flickered in his eyes.

"What a tragedy."

The man from before shook his head and continued to sigh in a low voice.

"But it was also a blessing from heaven. At that time, a chivalrous swordsman happened to be passing by. He couldn't bear to see her like this, so he made a great move and saved the girl's life."

"Bullshit hero!"

His companion immediately lowered his voice and angrily rebuked him, his tone filled with sorrow and contempt:

"When the cowardly swordsman found out that he had offended Han Kun, the powerful figure in our town, he was so frightened that even his hand on his sword trembled!"

"What 'helping those in need'?! After hastily dragging the person out of the encirclement, they didn't dare cause any trouble and ran away from town like stray dogs!"

"Now, a lonely girl is left behind, without even enough money to buy a simple coffin to bury her father. She can only tearfully return to her old ways. It's truly tragic..."

The people sighed repeatedly.

Duan Lang toyed with the empty wine bowl, a slight smile playing on his lips, creating a chilling, dark arc.

The world of martial arts is corrupt and wicked, with bullies in power and chivalrous heroes lacking courage and cowardice.

Such sordid and trivial matters, akin to ants fighting for their lives, would not have even been worthy of being mentioned in the main hall when he sat high on the throne of the martial arts alliance leader.

But at this moment, amidst the bustling city, this hypocritical and cowardly "chivalrous spirit" is shattered.

Instead, it stirred up a deep-seated sense of bloodlust and justice within him.

As dusk fell, the onlookers on the street gradually dispersed.

Yunling skillfully gathered up the weapons and coins on her stall and walked out of Huaiyuan Town alone.

She followed the winding path back to a remote village a few miles outside the town.

"Yunling, you're done for the day."

"It's getting cold. I'll come over to my aunt's house later and get some sweet potatoes to roast."

The kind-hearted villagers along the way greeted her warmly.

Yunling forced a tired smile and responded gently to each person.

Only when she reached her own thatched cottage at the end of the village did she shed her feigned strength and push open the half-closed fence gate with a somber expression.

"Squeak—"

The wooden door was pushed open.

The moment Yunling looked up, her steps froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

All I could see was my own empty and desolate courtyard.

A strange young man dressed in a dark red brocade robe was sitting upright on the only stone stool in the courtyard!

Yunling's eyes flashed with a desperate determination like a trapped beast. She drew her long sword from her waist and shot out like a female leopard, thrusting her sword straight at the young man's throat!

But in the eyes of Duan Lang, the leader of the martial arts alliance, such a flawed sword move was not even worthy of being called a ridiculous third-rate move.

He didn't even flinch, remaining as steady as a mountain in his original position.

"Ding—a crisp sound!!"

Accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound of metal breaking!

The sharp tip of Yunling's sword, thrust out with all her might, struck the red-robed youth's throat at the very moment.

It was like a clay ox hitting an insurmountable, thousand-times-hammered steel!

It broke apart inch by inch!

The shattered cold iron blade rebounded and shot to the ground in an instant.

Yunling's pupils contracted sharply, and she was terrified!

The opponent didn't even stir up any internal energy; he simply shattered her longsword with his physical defense and counterattack!

escape!!

This person's martial arts skills are superb; he is an unparalleled master!

With only one thought in her mind, she used the force of the recoil to suddenly turn around and run frantically toward the open courtyard gate.

However, before she could even take a single step...

A faint chill brushed past the side.

The young man, who was sitting on a stone pier several feet away just moments before, suddenly appeared in front of her, completely blocking all her way out.

This ghostly, oppressive movement completely shattered Yunling's last line of defense.

"You! You! Don't come any closer!!"

In terror, she retreated repeatedly. Seeing that she had no chance of escaping, she placed the last remaining piece of the broken sword against her carotid artery!

The sharp blade instantly sliced ​​through the skin, causing blood to seep out.

"If you take another half step, I'll kill myself!!"

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she screamed.

"Even if I die, I will never marry that beast Han Kun!!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Lang raised an eyebrow in surprise.

A hint of playful helplessness finally flickered in his eyes, which had been as cold and abyss-like as an abyss.

He crossed his arms and scrutinized the fiercely independent woman before him with a deep, penetrating gaze:

"After all that..."

"So you thought I was one of Han Kun's men?"

Upon hearing this, Yunling was stunned for a moment.

But then she gripped the sword even tighter.

Instead of putting down the broken sword, he stiffened his neck and shouted angrily:

"Don't try to fool me!"

"Don't think you can fool me with these despicable tricks. You're definitely Han Kun's lackey sent to trick me into submitting obediently!!"

Listening to this biting, scathing curse.

Duan Lang slightly raised his head, silently twitched the corners of his mouth, and felt an absurd helplessness rising in his heart.

He, the dignified leader of the martial arts alliance, actually had a day when he was mistaken for a local ruffian by a country orphan girl.

"That's enough."

Duan Lang was too lazy to waste any more words, and his tone returned to that extremely deathly cold and arrogant one:

"I am Duan Lang, the leader of the martial arts alliance."