I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Sword Worship Manor?" The old man known as Sword Poor rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Never heard of it! Get lost! Don't disturb my sword practice!"

Elder Changli was not angry, and still respectfully said, "This junior is here on the orders of Senior Sword Demon to invite Senior Sword Poor to the Sword Worship Manor for a chat!"

"Sword Demon?" Upon hearing this name, Jian Pin jumped up immediately.

"It's that old geezer! No way! That old bastard can't be coming to me for anything good!"

"You'd better get out of here now, or I might just kill you if I'm in a bad mood!"

As he spoke, a sharp sword intent suddenly erupted from his body, instantly cutting the surrounding vegetation into dust.

Elder Changli's expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

He knew Jianpin's temperament well; he was not only greedy for swords, but also unpredictable.

So he smiled slightly and threw out the bait he had prepared beforehand:

"Please calm down, senior. Actually, the reason for inviting you here this time is not to reminisce."

"It's because... a peerless sword will soon be born at the Sword Worship Manor!"

"A peerless sword?!" Upon hearing these four words, Jian Pin's originally cloudy old eyes instantly lit up, staring intently at Elder Changli Sword like two searchlights.

"Are you telling the truth?!"

"Absolutely true!" Elder Changli said confidently. "This sword is the culmination of a century of painstaking effort by my Sword Worship Manor, forged by gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of all things! Once it is unveiled, it will surely astound the world!"

"Good! Good! Good!" Jian Pin said "good" three times in a row, and the anger on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by an extreme greed and excitement.

"Since there's such a peerless sword, I naturally have to go and see it!"

"Lead the way! Lead the way quickly!"

Seeing Jian Pin's impatient look, the old swordsman Chang Li smiled triumphantly.

"Please, senior!"

With Aotian leading Duanlang and the other two, they soon arrived at a busy dock.

Looking out, one can see a huge, isolated island rising from the turbulent sea.

The island is densely packed with buildings, pavilions and towers scattered in an orderly fashion, and countless sword energies can be vaguely seen soaring into the sky, shattering the clouds above.

That place is the renowned sword-forging holy land in the martial arts world—Baijian Manor!

"Master Duan, the Sword Worship Manor is just ahead." Aotian pointed to the isolated island in front of him and said with a fawning expression, "Please come aboard with me."

At this moment, dozens of boats of varying sizes were moored at the dock, each bearing the flag of Baijian Manor, fluttering and rustling in the wind.

Many disciples of Baijian Manor, dressed in uniform, were busy maintaining order at the dock.

Upon seeing Ao Tian arrive, the disciples all stopped what they were doing and respectfully bowed.

"Greetings, Young Master!"

"Greetings, Young Master!"

The voices were perfectly synchronized and resounded through the sky.

However, when they looked up and saw that Aotian was respectfully following behind the two young men and even taking the initiative to lead the way for them, they were all shocked.

You should know that this young master of the manor is known for being arrogant and haughty.

He doesn't even care about ordinary people, let alone some famous masters in the martial arts world.

But today, he was so polite to these two young men, even... somewhat obsequious?

"Who are these two? Why would the young master personally lead the way?"

"They don't look very old. Could they be heirs of some reclusive sect?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Someone who receives such treatment from the young master must be someone extraordinary! Be careful what you say!"

The disciples whispered amongst themselves, their gazes towards Jiang Chen and Duan Lang filled with curiosity and awe.

Jiang Chen and Duan Lang remained indifferent to the discussions of those around them.

Ao Tian's face darkened, and he glared fiercely at the talkative disciples.

"What are you all standing there for?! Get the boats ready!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The disciples trembled with fright and hurriedly prepared the most luxurious ship.

"Master Duan, please!" Ao Tian bowed and gestured for him to enter.

Duan Lang nodded slightly and stepped onto the deck first, followed closely by Jiang Chen.

Only then did Ao Tian dare to straighten up, wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and follow him onto the boat.

As a horn sounded.

The large ship slowly sailed away from the dock, cutting through the waves, and headed towards the isolated island in the middle of the sea.

......

The large ship docked, and the three of them landed on the deserted island.

Following the winding mountain road upwards, we soon arrived at the gate of a magnificent mountain villa.

This mountain villa is built halfway up the mountain, backed by steep peaks and facing the sea, with a magnificent presence.

The two vermilion gates stood dozens of feet tall, inlaid with huge bronze nails, giving them a solemn and majestic appearance.

Above the door hangs a plaque made of golden nanmu wood, inscribed with four large gilded characters: "Baijian Villa." The calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, subtly conveying a sharp sword intent.

"Please, esteemed heroes!" Ao Tian respectfully welcomed the two into the manor.

"Someone! Bring tea!" Ao Tian ordered his men to serve the two the finest tea, and said apologetically:

"Please rest here for a while, my two esteemed heroes. I have some trivial matters to attend to, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he hurriedly walked to the back hall.

The Sword Demon is dead, and he is now completely lost. He must hurry and go to his mother to discuss a solution!

Watching Aotian's flustered figure, Duanlang curled his lip in disdain.

"What a piece of trash."

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and casually glanced around the hall.

In the corner of the hall stood a huge sword-forging furnace, its flames roaring, and a long sword was stuck inside, being tempered by the intense heat.

Duan Lang glanced at it once before looking away. He shook his head, clearly not taking a liking to the sword that was being forged.

Jiang Chen smiled faintly, knowing full well that the swords in the hall were merely fakes used to deceive people.

The truly peerless sword lies quietly in the sword pool at the mountaintop!

That place is a huge volcanic crater, where fire burns year-round.

The successive lords of Baijian Manor used this earth vein fire and spent a full hundred years to forge this peerless divine weapon!

but.

To bring the peerless sword to life, one final step is needed.

It means—to consecrate the sword with blood!

Moreover, it must be blood containing the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance!

"Greed, of course, refers to the insatiable Jian Pin."

"Chen is Bu Jingyun, who is burdened with a blood feud."

Jiang Chen secretly pondered, "As for this 'obsession'..."

His gaze fell on Duan Lang, who was standing to the side.

In the original work, Duan Lang became the best candidate for "obsession" because of his obsession with restoring the Duan family's prestige.

but now……

Looking at Duan Lang, who had already advanced to the peak of the Grandmaster level and was wielding the fully-formed Fire Scale Sword, Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a little doubtful.

"This kid is doing incredibly well now, his strength completely overwhelming Fengyun. Is his obsession with 'reviving the Duan family' still as insane as it was in the original story?"

"I wonder if, under my influence, he still meets the criteria for 'obsessive'?"

Jiang Chen stroked his chin, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "If he doesn't meet the requirements, will this peerless sword... ever be able to be born?"