I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Yunling stared down at that face, feeling increasingly disgusted and nauseous.

She remained silent.

Raise your hand and swing your sword!

The crimson crescent moon flashed and disappeared.

"Pfft—!"

Han Kun's fine head was instantly flung into the air, the headless corpse crashing heavily to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

Two streams of tears mixed with blood slid down Yunling's cheeks, but a smile of extreme pleasure curved her lips.

She looked up at the moon, her eyes filled with the extreme relief of having avenged her great grudge.

"father."

"Your daughter avenged you."

After a long time, the hatred that had been suppressed in my heart was finally swept away.

Yunling gradually calmed down. She turned around, intending to kneel down and thank her benefactor.

Looking around, where is everyone?

Above the eaves, there was nothing but a desolate, cold moon.

Carrying her broken sword, Yunling searched the entire blood-soaked manor in despair, but still found nothing.

Duan Lang had vanished without a trace, as if he had evaporated into thin air!

Hello.

"Damn it! You big liar!"

In the cold wind of a quiet night.

Yunling stomped her foot angrily, causing several feet of blood to rise from the ground.

She gripped the still-warm broken sword in her palm tightly, looked up at the vast night sky, and let out a resentful groan:

"snort!"

"So what if you're the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

"You won't escape my grasp!!"

A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Beyond the heavens, in the grand palace of the celestial realm.

In the majestic and profound inner study, the finest sandalwood incense wafted gently.

The leader's wife, Yan Ying, dressed in a magnificent gold-embroidered palace gown, sat gracefully and beautifully before a sandalwood table.

On the desk, petitions and documents from all walks of life were already piled up like a mountain.

The content is incredibly diverse.

There was an extremely sycophantic list of tribute gifts:

"Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall respectfully kowtows to the heavens beyond. We offer a hundred boxes of firearms and ten pairs of luminous pearls from the Western Regions, wishing our leader a long and prosperous life, and eternal bliss."

There are desperate, tearful pleas for help, begging for refuge:

"The Mad Shamen of Hebei weeps and kowtows. The Blood Moon Demon has gone too far, slaughtering thirteen of our members. We beseech the Alliance Leader to show mercy, draw his sword to suppress the demon, and protect our remaining alliance..."

There were also sects that sought to curry favor with the powerful and wealthy, offering them lavish invitations:

"The Qingcheng Sword Sect will be hosting the Centennial Sword Trial Ceremony on the seventh day of next month, with all its resources mobilized. If the Alliance Leader were to grace us with his presence, our humble sect would be greatly honored."

Yan Yingyu picked up the cinnabar imperial brush.

Regarding the treasures offered by the Thunderbolt Temple, she casually wrote the character "Receive".

Seeing the desperate pleas for help from the Mad Sand Sect, her gaze turned cold, and she directly gave an order to a blue-clad maidservant with a sword who was waiting at her side:

"Make a trip to Hebei and bring the head of the Blood Moon Demon back to the Heavenly Palace. If the Mad Shamen is willing to submit, we can take him under our wing."

"Yes, Madam!"

The maid in green bowed and accepted the order, transforming into a sharp sword light and instantly darting out of the main hall.

As for the grand invitation from the Qingcheng Sword Sect, she wrote "to be determined" on her pen, intending to wait for her husband's return before making a decision.

He meticulously reviewed and wrote down his findings from each file, working efficiently and decisively.

She handled all affairs inside and outside the Heavenly Palace with great efficiency, displaying a commanding presence and authority befitting an empress.

Duanlang has been living alone in the mortal world for over a month now, having left the palace.

During this period.

This woman, once the most beautiful woman in the world, admired and coveted by the entire martial arts community, showed no trace of anxiety or unease in her eyes as she was left alone in her empty room.

She knew all too well the extent of her husband's martial arts prowess and his unfathomable intellect.

The decision to go on to gain experience must have a profound purpose.

That's all she has to do.

It means using all your tenderness and care to manage the vast and complex empire behind you.

She would never let the slightest worldly affair disturb her man's will to draw his sword.

In the room where they are reviewing documents.

A personal maidservant strode in from outside the palace and knelt respectfully.

"Madam Qi, there is a woman named Du Yunling outside the mountain gate who claims she wants to enter the Heavenly Palace to see the Alliance Leader."

Yan Ying paused slightly as she wrote with her vermilion brush.

Du Yunling?

She searched her mind, but had never heard of such a name in the martial arts world.

"What does she want to see the Alliance Leader about?" Yan Ying asked calmly.

"This..." The maid hesitated, her expression revealing great fear.

"This servant...this servant deserves to die, I dare not speak nonsense."

"Speak freely, and you will be forgiven." Yan Ying didn't even raise her head.

The maid took a deep breath before replying in a trembling voice:

"This woman is spouting nonsense, insisting that she... is the alliance leader's newlywed wife!"

The words fell.

The maid kowtowed her head hard on the gold brick, thinking that the powerful lady of the alliance would be furious upon hearing such a provocation, and might even order the wild girl outside to be dragged away and torn to pieces on the spot.

however.

The hall was silent; there was no thunderous fury as expected.

Yan Ying's stunningly beautiful face remained completely calm, without even a furrow of her brow.

"understood."

She dipped the vermilion again, her tone extremely calm:

"Go and receive them; do not neglect them."

"Please take Miss Du to a superior room in the Heavenly Palace and settle her in properly as a distinguished guest."

"The rest of the matters will be decided after the leader of the alliance returns."

The maid was filled with shock and disbelief, but dared not disobey the imperial decree in the slightest. She quickly and respectfully accepted the order and withdrew.

In the secluded and empty study, only wisps of smoke remained.

Yan Ying remained calm and continued to systematically review the case files.

This unexpected calm was by no means feigned.

For Yan Ying.

This is the way she has come to understand, and the most clear and insightful way to survive in dire straits, after struggling for half her life in this place.

Her husband was the supreme martial arts master in this world, wielding absolute power and influence!

Such a powerful overlord, straddling both the legitimate and criminal worlds, would naturally have three wives and four concubines, or even a harem of three thousand beauties.

Going to eat vinegar?

Why would she arbitrarily interfere with and try to control her own man?

Such jealous behavior is a mindless dead end that only foolish women in the world would dig their own graves for.

Yan Ying's only ironclad rule is to never try to restrain or control her man.

All she needed to do was use her physical appearance and intellect to wholeheartedly support him and love him!

To guard the rear for him, so that he can enjoy the ultimate pleasure of being the strongest man in the world without any worries.

Inside the Heavenly Palace, in a quiet, secluded courtyard with flying eaves and brackets, exuding elegance.

The maid, who had received the order, pushed open the carved wooden door and respectfully welcomed Yunling inside.

After giving a slight bow, the maidservant said meekly:

"Madam, this place is elegant and quiet, and has everything you need. From now on, it will be your exclusive residence."

Yunling stared at the extravagant furnishings that defied common sense, but she didn't even bother to lift her eyelids.

Holding a broken sword in her hand, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, she questioned him without any politeness:

"Where is Duanlangren?"

"I've come all this way in person, why isn't this big liar showing himself to me yet?"

Upon hearing such an offensive address, the maid broke out in a cold sweat and quickly whispered an explanation:

"In reply to Madam, the Alliance Leader descended the mountain to travel in the mortal world a month ago and has not yet returned to the Heavenly Palace. It is not that he intends to avoid seeing us."

"Not home?"

Yunling pursed her lips, her large, ink-like eyes filled with doubt.

Oh well, anyway, this time I've somehow stumbled into the ultimate lair of this fickle radish.

I don't care if he's deliberately avoiding me, I'm going to stay here today no matter what!

It's said that pursuing a woman is like climbing a mountain for a man, but pursuing a man is like piercing a thin veil for a woman.

We have plenty of time to take our time!

"Alright, that's all for now. Get out of here."

She waved her hand and sat down on the pear wood chair without any hesitation or pretense.

"Yes."

The maid respectfully took her leave, and before leaving, she very thoughtfully summoned a clever and obedient young maid to stay and serve her.

"This is a personal maid specially arranged for you by the Heavenly Palace. If you have any needs for your daily life in the future, Madam, please feel free to ask her to handle them."

After everyone had left, the magnificent room was empty.

Yunling gently stroked the broken sword on the table, which still smelled of blood, and a proud and arrogant smile once again appeared on her lips.

"You can dodge the first day of the month, but you can't dodge the fifteenth."

"I'm setting up camp right here in your heavenly palace!"

Outside the deep courtyard, beneath the red walls.

The maid who had just left the room had just stepped out of the archway when she bumped into a tall, slender figure with an icy demeanor.

The newcomer was dressed in a tight black shirt, carrying two swords on his back, and his eyes were as white as snow.

It was none other than the ruthless and decisive personal swordswoman of the Heavenly Palace—Lord Leng Yan!

"Greetings, Lady Leng Yan."

The maid was startled and quickly stopped to bow.

Leng Yan's face was as cold as water, her icy gaze passing over the maid's shoulder and fixed on the depths of the secluded courtyard:

Who lives inside?

Faced with this ruthless man's questioning, the maid dared not hide anything and truthfully reported Du Yunling's claim of being a newlywed wife in detail.

After listening.

Leng Yan's expression remained unchanged, not even a flicker of emotion in her eyes.

She simply waved her hand, signaling the maid to leave.

Wait until the surroundings return to silence.

Leng Yan stood motionless beneath the towering red wall, her hands clasped behind her back.

On the surface, it looks like ancient ice, but at this moment, it feels as if a wad of wet cotton soaked in ice water has been suddenly stuffed into my chest, making me feel suffocated and unable to breathe.

She had been secretly in love with Duan Lang for over a decade!

As the most loyal personal swordsman.

Over the years, in order to please her master, she even abandoned all the modesty and bottom line of a woman, and took the initiative to undress and offer herself as a bedmate.

But what was the result?

However, Duan Lang coldly and indifferently drove him away, showing no interest whatsoever in any romantic encounters.

Leng Yan had always naively believed that...

Their master was a peerless hero with a heart of stone, devoted and single-minded only to his wife, Yan Ying.

But who could have predicted this?

The master had only gone down the mountain for a short trip, but he found a complete stranger in the mortal world and brought her back as a lover!

The autumn wind is bleak.

Leng Yan bit her pale lower lip hard, her heart aching as if it were being torn apart.

Just how worthless am I?

What exactly is it about her that makes her inferior to this country bumpkin girl in the film?

Why is it that no matter how much you give, you can't open the owner's heart?

"rustle……"

A few withered leaves were rolled away.

Leng Yan shook her head sadly with a self-deprecating smile, forcibly suppressing the bitterness and tears in her eyes.

He turned and silently retreated into the deep corridor.

into the night.

The Heavenly Palace is perched atop a sheer cliff, atop a solitary peak.

The cold moon, like a hook, casts a blanket of frost across the ground.

Leng Yan shed her assassin attire from the daytime guard duty and leaned alone against a giant rock facing the wind.

Beneath your feet lies a bottomless, rolling cloud of mist.

Several empty wine jars lay scattered haphazardly beside her.