I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"God...God-level?!" Duan Lang felt his throat go dry and swallowed hard.

In this world, Heaven-level martial arts are already legendary, God-level? That's a realm I've never even heard of!

"Jiang Chen, where...where did you get such a heaven-defying cultivation technique?" Duan Lang stared intently at Jiang Chen, his eyes filled with shock and suspicion. "This...this can't be something you made up, can it? Won't cultivating it lead to qi deviation?"

It's no wonder he was suspicious, after all, this technique came too easily and was ridiculously powerful, completely beyond his comprehension.

Jiang Chen slowly opened his eyes, looked at Duan Lang's naive and unworldly appearance, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"Actually, I come from a hermit family that has been passed down for thousands of years—the Jiang family."

"Our Jiang family has existed since ancient times, and we have always lived in seclusion, detached from worldly affairs."

"These god-level cultivation techniques are piled up like mountains in our Jiang family's library, like cabbages. We usually use them to prop up table legs," Jiang Chen said, spouting nonsense with a straight face, without batting an eye.

"A hermit family... the Jiang family..." Duan Lang murmured to himself, his eyes filled with shock and awe.

Although it sounded absurd, he had no choice but to believe it when he looked at the genuine divine-level cultivation technique in his hand.

Aside from a terrifying family with a history spanning thousands of years, who else could casually hand over a divine-level cultivation technique?

"I see... No wonder you've always been so mysterious, and your strength is unfathomable." Duan Lang took a deep breath and carefully put away the bamboo slip, as if he were holding the whole world in his hands.

"Jiang Chen, I can't thank you enough! I, Duan Lang, will remember this kindness!"

With this "Invincible Ten Directions Scripture," he was confident that in the near future, he would completely surpass Xiong Ba and become the true supreme martial arts master!

"Alright, stop being so mushy." Jiang Chen waved his hand. "Hurry up and practice. The sooner you master it, the more fighting I'll be able to leave to you, and I can finally relax."

Duan Lang nodded heavily, his eyes burning with fierce fighting spirit.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he asked expectantly:

"By the way, Jiang Chen, since you come from a reclusive family, when are we going to visit your home?"

"I want to see what the legendary Jiang family is really like."

"While I'm at it, let's see if I can get a few more god-level cultivation techniques..." Duan Lang silently added in his mind.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen's lips twitched slightly.

Come back home?

Go home my ass!

I made it all up to fool you!

"Ahem..." Jiang Chen coughed twice, concealing the embarrassment in his eyes, and said in a deliberately deep voice:

"Well... there's a family rule that people under fifty are not allowed to bring outsiders back with them."

"Moreover, the main reason I came out this time is to travel the world and temper my heart in the mortal realm."

"The world is so big, I want to go see it."

"As for going home... let's talk about it later, later."

After saying that, Jiang Chen turned over and faced away from Duan Lang, afraid that he would be asked to reveal any flaws in his story.

Although Duan Lang was somewhat disappointed, he didn't think much of it, since it was normal for such hermit families to have many rules.

He watched Jiang Chen's retreating figure, a resolute glint in his eyes.

No matter what Jiang Chen's identity is, no matter how powerful the Jiang family is, Jiang Chen will always be Duan Lang's best brother!

"Alright! Then let's travel the world!" Duan Lang gripped the bamboo scroll in his hand, his heart brimming with heroic spirit.

"Once I've mastered this divine skill, we'll roam the world and let everyone know the names of us brothers!"

Jiang Chen had his back to him, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, you take care of causing trouble, and I'll take care of watching the show."

"Good."

Time flies, and more than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

At the summit of the Leshan Giant Buddha, a biting wind blows.

Duan Lang sat cross-legged on a boulder, his eyes closed, his aura fluctuating.

As the Ten Directions Invincible Scripture was activated, the surrounding air seemed to become viscous, and invisible currents could be vaguely seen intertwining around him, forming a blurry force field.

Although he had only just begun to understand it, Duan Lang had already sensed the terrifying power of this divine-level technique.

What surprised him even more was that the core of the "Ten Directions Invincible Scripture" was actually "realm"!

He uses martial intent to transform the world, forming an absolute domain of control around his body.

At this moment, he is trying to create his own "Sword Realm".

Although he had only just begun to understand the basics, he could sense that once he mastered the "Sword Realm," he would be the ruler of this area!

"As expected of a divine-level technique..." Duan Lang was overjoyed and began to cultivate even more diligently, neglecting to eat or sleep.

At this moment, he was like a child who had received a new toy, completely immersed in the ocean of martial arts, unable to extricate himself.

Not far away, Jiang Chen was still lounging in a bamboo chair, basking in the sun, looking as lazy as ever.

"This kid has a good understanding." Jiang Chen glanced at Duan Lang and nodded slightly.

Just then.

"Coo coo—"

A white carrier pigeon flew through the clouds, flapped its wings, and landed on Jiang Chen's shoulder.

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow and reached out to take the bamboo tube off the carrier pigeon's leg.

Upon pouring it out, it turned out to be a very thinly rolled-up strip of paper.

"Inviting Duan Lang to Fengxi Village for a chat?" Jiang Chen glanced at the contents of the note and frowned slightly.

The letter was unsigned and did not specify what it was about; it only said that there was something important to discuss, and a strange little sword was drawn at the end of the signature.

"Fengxi Village..."

Jiang Chen tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the bamboo chair, quickly searching his memory for the place name.

A moment later, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Fengxi Village!

If he remembers correctly, the original story did not explicitly depict the villagers' tragic deaths.

But this is the real world, not a comic book!

In order to hunt down Fengyun, Xiongba dispatched the assassin organization that had been in hiding for many years—the Twelve Fiends of Tianchi!

These old monsters are all highly skilled and incredibly destructive.

So many top-tier masters fighting to the death in a small village—the aftershocks of the battle alone would be enough to raze the place to the ground.

Those unarmed villagers, caught in the middle, had absolutely no chance of survival!

This is destined to be a devastating disaster that affects innocent people!

He didn't really care about whether Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun lived or died.

These two are chosen ones by destiny, their lives are incredibly strong. Even if he doesn't go to save them, they will still be able to turn misfortune into good fortune.

However, the hundreds of innocent villagers of Fengxi Village...

"Although it wasn't a deliberate massacre, this kind of behavior that treats human life like dirt and makes innocent people die with it... Now that I know about it, I can't just ignore it."

Jiang Chen crumpled the paper in his hand into powder, casually tossed it into the wind, and glanced at Duan Lang, who was still in seclusion cultivating.

At this moment, Duan Lang was at a crucial stage of his cultivation, his true energy surging, clearly indicating that he had entered a meditative state.

"Forget it, I'll handle the fighting myself."

"This kid is at the stage where he's gaining experience, it wouldn't be good to interrupt him."

Jiang Chen stood up and dusted himself off.

The next moment, his figure suddenly became blurry. Without any earth-shattering momentum or any warning, he simply vanished from the spot, as if he had never existed.

Only the empty bamboo chair remains, still swaying gently in the breeze.

Fengxi Village is a peaceful and tranquil little village nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with beautiful scenery.

The villagers work at sunrise and rest at sunset, living a peaceful and contented life.

However, they were unaware that a catastrophic disaster was quietly approaching.