I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Gurgle... gurgle..."

Leng Yan tilted her head back and poured out the last jar of strong liquor without a care. Most of the liquor, mixed with the mist that slid from the corners of her eyes, soaked through the front of her clothes.

For such top-tier sword cultivators.

With just a little internal energy, the alcohol vapor from dozens of jars of ordinary wine can be evaporated.

But at this moment, she didn't.

She deliberately withdrew all her true energy defenses.

She didn't want to wake up; she just wanted to immerse herself completely in the dizzying, spicy intoxication, trying to numb the dull pain in her heart that felt like it was about to split open with alcohol.

In a hazy, drunken state.

Over the past ten years, the memories of following my master have flooded my mind.

Their first encounter was at Baijian Manor, where Duan Lang displayed his unparalleled heroism, fighting against the wind and clouds.

At the summit of Mount Tai, Duan Lang single-handedly fought against numerous heroes, displaying his domineering and unparalleled prowess.

A frown, a smile, a word, an action.

Every memory was like a poisoned frost blade, shattering her already fragile unrequited love into pieces.

Why...?

Leng Yan hugged the empty wine jar tightly, buried her head in her knees, and her shoulders trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Just now.

"Tap—tap—"

A perfectly steady footstep shattered the deathly silence of this solitary cliff without warning.

Leng Yan froze.

Followed by.

A calm voice, clear-eyed yet possessing profound insight and imposing authority, drifted slowly down above her head on the cold moon and gentle breeze:

Of the eighty thousand words in the world, only the word "love" is the most deadly.

"The obsession you use as a lock ultimately only imprisons yourself, like a caged beast."

"Do you really think that without using your internal energy to expel the alcohol's fumes, you can drown the karma of the mortal world with just this little bit of turbid wine?"

Hearing that familiar sound, like the morning bell and evening drum.

Leng Yan was immediately jolted awake.

His internal energy circulated instinctively, instantly dispelling all the lingering effects of alcohol and dizziness, and he became completely sober.

"Your subordinate pays respects to the Supreme Elder!"

She was terrified and immediately tried to get up and bow her head in a deep kneeling ceremony.

however.

A hand, warm and smooth as jade, yet exuding an irresistible power, gently pressed down on her left shoulder, forcefully stopping her from speaking and standing.

"No need. When viewing the moon from the cliff, there's no need to adhere to conventional etiquette."

Jiang Chen was dressed in a snow-white robe, exuding an otherworldly and refined aura.

He casually sat down on the bluestone beside him, his deep, clear eyes glancing over the empty wine jars scattered on the ground, revealing a sense of detachment and transcendence as if he had seen through the vanities of the world.

"You drank that wine unjustly."

Ignoring the astonishment in Leng Yan's eyes, his handsome face was like that of an immortal, and he directly and calmly revealed the mystery:

"You think Du Yunling, who lives inside, is Duan Lang's new wife?"

Leng Yan's pearly teeth sank deep into her lower lip. Although she did not answer, her slightly trembling shoulders were an admission.

"It's just me making things up and wasting my time."

Jiang Chen shook his head helplessly.

Then, he slowly and methodically recounted in detail all the events that had occurred after Duan Lang descended the mountain.

From overhearing a feud at a tavern in Huaiyuan Town, to leading Yunling through Tiejiu Manor, and then running away without even saying goodbye, everything was explained clearly.

After hearing this absurd and extremely abstract account of the events,

Leng Yan suddenly raised her head, her pretty face, which had been filled with frost and despair, instantly filled with astonishment.

"You mean...?"

"That's right." Jiang Chen looked into her eyes, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"That shameless girl who's set up camp in the Heavenly Palace is just deluding herself."

"She's just like you."

"However, he is also a fellow traveler who is infatuated with Duan Lang in a one-sided love affair."

After hearing this,

Leng Yan was struck dumb, frozen on the boulder, motionless for several breaths.

Followed by.

It felt as if a huge boulder, weighing a thousand pounds and pressing down on my heart, had been kicked off a cliff!

The grievances, jealousy, and despair that had been lingering in my heart vanished in an instant.

She stared blankly at the churning sea of ​​clouds at the edge of the cliff, and her usually taut, icy face twitched and twisted in an extremely subtle way.

The chest, which had felt so constricted, suddenly felt as if a large, cool breeze had been poured in.

Surprisingly, it felt much more comfortable and relieved.

"Alright. Now that you've resolved your inner conflict, would you like to hear something even more exciting?"

Jiang Chen's tone carried a hint of casual mischief, each word piercing the heart:

"For example, why is Duan Lang completely uninterested in your advances, and won't even give you the title of a maidservant?"

Leng Yan's heart skipped a beat.

She suddenly turned her head and stared intently at Jiang Chen!

His eyes, which were usually as cold as ice, were now burning with an extremely frightening fervor and urgency.

"Please, Elder, offer your guidance!"

This problem tormented her for over a decade!

If we can't figure out the reason behind it, I'm afraid we won't be able to close our eyes in peace even when we die!

Jiang Chen leaned closer to her ear:

"Because your master is a complete and utter traitor."

"Cao... Cao the traitor?"

Leng Yan was stunned into silence. The dignified guardian sword slave of the Heavenly Palace had her mind completely blank.

I can't understand a word!

"He just has a particular fondness for married women," Jiang Chen explained with an air of nonchalance.

"He's only interested in women who have been touched by other men."

"As for a plain and unattractive young woman like you, even if you stripped naked and lay in his bed, he would only find you boring and disgusting."

Every word is like a knife, extremely sharp and ruthless!

Such unprecedented and outrageous remarks would be something no one else would dare to gossip about behind their backs.

Leng Yan's sword had already pierced the opponent's throat.

Unfortunately, it was the Supreme Elder who spoke!

Everyone in the Heavenly Palace knows that this living deity is a man of his word and never lies!

Leng Yan's whole body was tense, her red lips slightly parted.

Following this absurd and tricky line of thought, she stiffly went back and worked backward...

as predicted!

Yan Ying, the only woman the master brought back to the Heavenly Palace and made his official wife...

Isn't she the most famous and peerless wife in the martial arts world?!

The deeper she pondered, the more cold sweat poured down her back.

Finally, Kenshin, who was always as cold and hard as iron, was completely shattered by this flawless and absurd logic!

I see!!

Her master never showed any disgust towards her from beginning to end, simply because she was a virgin who had never been deflowered!

It's completely over, a total dead end.

Leng Yan seemed to have all her energy drained away, collapsing like a lump of mud onto the cold rocks at the edge of the cliff.

In this life, I've truly died because of this absurd unrequited love.

A chilling gale, carrying fine ice shards, resembled thousands of wandering blades of air, slicing and howling wantonly across the desolate cliff top.

Leng Yan gripped the bluestone tightly, her knuckles turning white, and the rock strata were scratched open with several cracks.

While her obsession with her master may seem absurd, how could Leng Yan be content if she never had even one chance to be close to him in this lifetime?

"Since the Supreme Elder is so insightful, we humbly request that you show us the way!"

"My master and I... are we truly destined to be apart?!"

Jiang Chen rested his chin on his hand, his fingertips tapping in the air as he casually calculated for a moment.

"The divination has revealed your destiny: your marriage will be in the mortal world below the mountain."

Leng Yan's face turned deathly pale.

Is true love found in the mortal world?

Are they kicking people out?!

"No!"

Suddenly raising his head, he roared fiercely, his Grandmaster-level true energy showing signs of going out of control:

"Even if I die alone, even if I am skinned alive and broken to pieces, I will never leave my master's side!"

"What's the rush?"

Jiang Chen smirked, and with a single hand, forcefully suppressed the raging true energy.

"Your connection with Duan Lang is not severed; this descent from the mountain is merely a temporary separation."

"Not to mention that you have already refined the Lesser Dragon Essence within your body, and your lifespan far exceeds that of ordinary people. You can easily live for over a hundred and fifty years."

"They have plenty of lifespan to live, what's there to be afraid of not being able to wait?"

Leng Yan froze.

With a lifespan of over a hundred years, a temporary farewell after descending the mountain, and the outrageous "traitor Cao" remarks he just made.

Three points connected by a line.

A rebellious, even insane, thought suddenly burst through his mind.

Leng Yan gripped the sword blade tightly, ignoring the blood rolling down her palms, her voice trembling with an extremely morbid probing:

"The Supreme Elder means... to instruct his subordinates to descend the mountain and marry any ordinary woman..."

"Once she's been made a wife, will she be discarded at will, then returned cleanly to her master's embrace?"

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"There's no need to go to extremes, and there's no need to just settle for an ordinary person."

"Go down the mountain and live a simple life. When the time comes, your destined marriage will come to you."

After speaking, he slightly fluttered his sleeves.

"Whoosh—"

A burst of internal energy pierced through the air and struck the opponent precisely into their arms.

It was a small, palm-sized blue silk pouch.

Leng Yan caught it with both hands, suppressing her surging emotions, and looked up to ask:

"May I ask, Elder, when should this bag be opened?"

"When you feel you must open it."

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, leaping into the air. A gust of wind swept past, and there was no one left on the cliff top.

Leng Yan slowly lowered her head, tightly clenching the brocade pouch in her palm, the coarse cloth digging deep into her flesh.

All the madness and hesitation in his eyes vanished, finally coalescing into a resolute determination to burn his bridges.

The next morning.

Leng Yan carried a simple, plain-colored bundle and walked straight into the main hall of the Heavenly Palace.

Inside the hall, Yan Ying sat upright at her desk, reviewing the esoteric Buddhist texts presented by various powerful figures.

Leng Yan stopped in her tracks and gave a slight bow:

"Madam, I have come to take my leave."

Upon hearing this, Yan Ying abruptly stopped writing with her vermilion imperial brush, which she was about to use.

A look of utter astonishment and confusion crossed her stunningly beautiful face.

She looked up at the sword slave before her, put down her pen, and spoke with deep regret and a plea for him to stay:

"Miss Leng, why did you leave so suddenly?"

"You have followed Duan Lang through thick and thin for more than ten years, and everyone in this world has long regarded you as one of their own."

"Moreover, Duan Lang has gone down the mountain to travel and has not returned. If you leave like this, he will be extremely sad when he comes back and does not see you."

Yan Ying looked at her aloof face, sighed softly, and advised:

"Take my advice, at least wait until he comes back before you resign to him in person."

Faced with these heartfelt words, Leng Yan's face remained as cold as frost, and her eyes showed no ripples whatsoever.

She uttered a sentence crisply and decisively:

"This is the arrangement of the Supreme Elder."

"The Supreme Elder?"

Upon hearing those four words, Yan Ying's lips, which were about to persuade her again, instantly tightened shut!

All the regret and pleading in his eyes vanished in the blink of an eye!