I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Inside the Heavenly Palace.

No! In the entire Outer Heaven, the will of the Supreme Elder is the supreme divine might!

No one dared to disobey, and no worldly explanation was needed!

"Since it's the Supreme Elder's idea..."

Yan Ying's expression instantly returned to its usual dignified and domineering demeanor, and she uttered not another word of nonsense.

She stood up, and across the large desk, she gave the departing sword servant a gentle smile that exuded elegance and grace:

"This vast outer heaven welcomes you back anytime."

Leng Yan gave Yan Ying a deep look, but said nothing more.

He turned away and went straight down from the hall.

The bleak morning wind swept wildly across the empty bluestone square.

A solitary figure, without a backward glance, turned her back on the magnificent white marble gate of the Heavenly Palace and stepped alone into the bustling mortal world.

The main hall fell silent once more.

In a quiet and desolate bamboo grove.

"drink--!!"

The rough, loud shouts shook the bamboo leaves, making a rustling sound.

The sword slave Wen Nu, whose body was as burly as an iron tower, was shirtless and wildly wielding a massive black iron sword weighing over a thousand pounds amidst the swirling snow.

Each sword strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, and the violent shockwaves shredded the surrounding snow.

He practiced with extreme focus, even to the point of obsessive intensity.

He wants to become stronger; he wants to continue to be the sharpest and most irreplaceable killing sword in the leader's hands!

"Your swordsmanship only scratches the surface of 'hardness,' lacking a sense of 'emptiness.'"

An extremely calm voice suddenly rang out from the depths of the bamboo forest.

Wen Nu felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast. He abruptly sheathed his sword and turned around.

Amidst the swirling snow, a tall, slender figure in white stood with his hands behind his back, silently watching him.

Upon recognizing the newcomer, Wen Nu's rugged and resolute face instantly filled with utmost awe. He immediately slammed one knee heavily into the snow, the sound as deep and resonant as a bell.

"Your subordinate, Wen Nu, greets the Supreme Elder!"

Jiang Chen slowly approached, his gaze casually sweeping over the heavy black iron sword in his hand.

"Why didn't you go with Duan Lang when he went down the mountain to travel?" Jiang Chen asked calmly.

Wen Nu lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and answered in a rough voice with red eyes:

"Reporting to the Supreme Elder! Master's descent from the mountain this time is to pursue the pinnacle of martial arts."

"He thought his subordinates' cultivation levels were too low, saying they would only be a burden if they went with him..."

"But I'm not willing to give up! I'm practicing my swordsmanship like crazy. As soon as I master this sword technique, I'll immediately go down the mountain to find my master!!"

Jiang Chen was unmoved by this confession, but simply shook his head slightly.

"Wen Nu, you can't see through him."

"What Duan Lang seeks right now is the ethereal and elusive pinnacle of martial arts, where one's body becomes one with heaven and earth."

Jiang Chen raised his eyes, as if he had seen through all the causes and effects of this high-level martial arts world, his tone calm and undisturbed:

"At his current level, his breath can stir up wind and clouds, and his every move can draw upon the power of heaven and earth."

"Even if you practice this mundane swordsmanship day and night until it's ingrained in your bones, what difference does it make in the face of his superhuman abilities?"

Wen Nu's body jolted, and he raised his head.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, the Supreme Elder's words were like a judgment from the heavens, leaving him no room for rebuttal.

Jiang Chen looked at him, his tone neither sad nor happy:

"Duan Lang no longer needs a 'sword,' nor does he need any protectors."

"If you force yourself to chase after his back, all your loyalty and courage will not only be useless, but will also become a demon that traps you."

Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks, leaving behind the final, inviolable decree of the Supreme Elder:

"Let's go down the mountain."

"Go settle down in the city, start a family, and live the rest of your life in peace and contentment."

"This is the fitting end you deserve after a lifetime of loyalty."

"This is also the ultimate fulfillment that the outer heavens can give you."

This direct guidance from the highest heavens was like a resounding bell, shattering the quagmire of obsession that Wen Nu was deeply entrenched in.

He knelt blankly in the snow, his eyes suddenly turning red.

Yes... Master is already an extraordinary and divine dragon.

His ordinary iron sword truly held no meaning for its master anymore.

The ultimate mission of a "sword slave" was fulfilled the moment its master stepped into the Celestial Realm.

Having fully understood this, although he felt extremely reluctant, Wen Nu no longer harbored any stubborn doubts.

He forced himself to sit up and, with utmost devotion, kowtowed three times to Jiang Chen, who stood with his hands behind his back.

"Your subordinate, Wen Nu... kowtows to express my deepest gratitude for the Supreme Elder's guidance!!"

He stood up, his rough, calloused hands stroking the heavy iron sword that had been with him for so many years one last time.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he solemnly planted it deep into the soil of the bamboo forest.

The sword returns to dust.

An hour later, on the long steps of the outer heaven.

They lost a top-tier protector who was obsessed with swordsmanship, and gained an ordinary burly man dressed in coarse linen clothes and carrying a simple bag.

Wen Nu did not turn around, because he had already put down the heavy killing sword on his shoulder.

He strode away, disappearing completely into the vast snow and dust of the world below.

Once gone, one can roam freely across the world.

Several more months have passed.

Beyond the heavens, on the magnificent white marble staircase, a figure draped in a red patterned cloak ascends the steps.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena of true energy, nor any extravagant entourage; he was just an ordinary passerby in the mortal world.

The leader of the martial arts alliance, Duan Lang!

After wandering the world for several months, he finally returned.

Duan Lang walked with his hands behind his back, closely followed by a palace maid who was nervously reporting on the affairs of Tianwaitian over the past few months.

"...I hereby inform the Alliance Leader that Protectors Leng Yan and Wen Nu have laid down their swords and retired from the mortal world several months ago."

As the maid spoke, her voice trembled slightly, fearing that her master, whose power was unparalleled throughout history, would unleash his furious wrath.

However, Duan Lang did not pause even for a moment, nor did he even lift his eyelids.

"understood."

Just three extremely plain words.

There were no further questions, no outrage, and not a single sigh or attempt to persuade them to stay.

It was as if those two loyal sword slaves who had sworn to serve him to the death were nothing more than two ordinary ants crossing the river.

The realm of heaven and man is inherently a solitary and supreme place.

For him, those who cannot keep up with the pace of martial arts will naturally be automatically eliminated in the torrent of fate.

The maid secretly breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from her palms, and continued to report to her superior with a stiff upper lip:

"There is one more thing... Not long after the Alliance Leader descended the mountain, a woman named Du Yunling came to the mountain."

"Madam made the decision, and according to the standards for distinguished guests, she was settled in a superior room in the Heavenly Palace."

Duan Lang's steps remained as steady as a mountain, as if nothing could arouse his interest:

"So be it, I'm staying here. I'm not short of food in Tianwaitian."

"But..." The maid swallowed, her voice growing even fainter.

"But Miss Du keeps referring to herself to everyone in the entire sect as... as your newlywed wife, Alliance Leader..."

The tiger's stride, which had been advancing with unbroken waves, suddenly came to a halt.

"What did you say?"

He glanced sideways, and on his face, which had been weathered by the world and had long since developed the composure to remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, a rare and extremely twisted and absurd twitch appeared.

"She...she claims to be the master's wife..."

The surrounding wind and snow seemed to freeze completely at that moment with that overwhelming pressure from the heavens.

Several breaths passed in deathly silence.

Duan Lang took a deep breath of the chilling air from the high mountain, and his lips twitched twice.

His eyes were filled with utterly absurd and speechless disbelief. The dignified leader of the martial arts alliance was so enraged that he uttered a vulgar and down-to-earth curse:

"Fuck your mother! I've traveled all over the world and seen all sorts of shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless in my life!"

In the celestial palace, in a tranquil, secluded courtyard, fallen leaves fluttered down.

Du Yunling was holding a chipped, rusty broken sword and gesturing wildly at it.

There were no moves whatsoever; he would poke to the left and slash to the right with his sword, his movements so loose and clumsy they were almost unbearable to look at.

Well... to be honest, the training was extremely sloppy.

It's exactly the same as those acrobatic performers at the foot of the mountain who break large stones on their chests in the street to beg for a few coins.

At this moment, on the high glazed tile roof.

Duan Lang stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the utterly ridiculous scene in the courtyard.

As a martial arts overlord at the Celestial Realm, he felt his eyes sting from looking at this bizarre and incongruous "Turtle Sword Technique".

Duan Lang impatiently picked up a withered leaf that had fallen from the eaves and flicked it with his finger.

"Whoosh—!"

The withered leaves, carrying a trace of extremely faint true energy, attacked from behind.

A crisp "snap" sounded!

Caught off guard, Du Yunling screamed as the broken sword in her hand was jolted out of her grasp and crashed onto the blue bricks with a clatter.

"Which blind bastard dares to ambush me from behind?!"

Du Yunling instantly flew into a rage, turned around abruptly, and yelled at him.

However, when she clearly saw the familiar, towering figure on the rooftop, draped in a red cloak.

All the anger vanished in a fraction of a second, replaced by extreme surprise and ecstasy.

"Duan Lang?!"

Du Yunling's eyes lit up with excitement; she even ignored the broken sword on the ground, jumping and skipping with joy.

"You're finally back!!"

Duan Lang's figure flickered, and he landed back in the courtyard silently like a ghost, but he maintained an absolute safe distance of about ten feet from her with extreme disdain.

His cold, stern face showed no joy at the reunion, only blunt indifference and questioning:

"You're a young woman, don't you even care about the most basic right to privacy?"

"I already have a wife. You've come all over the Heavenly Realm to spread rumors and ruin my reputation. Have you considered the consequences?"

Faced with such a merciless rebuke and divine power, an ordinary person would have been terrified.

But Du Yunling didn't even blink!

Instead of feeling the slightest bit ashamed, she straightened her back confidently and spoke shamelessly:

"Can innocence put food on the table? I don't care at all!"

"I never thought about any formal title! And I certainly don't need you to marry me officially!"

Du Yunling stared intently at Duan Lang Kuangba's body, her eyes burning with a intensity that seemed almost to drip water:

"I went to great lengths to find you, but I only have one thing to ask: to have your child!!"