I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Huh?" Duan Lang was stunned, his face blank as he stared at Bu Jingyun. "Are you out of your mind? Making me bleed out so early in the morning? Do you think you're a butcher?"

"Young Master Duan!" At this moment, Zhong Mei explained in a deep voice, "For a peerless sword to be forged, it needs the blood of the three poisons: greed, anger, and ignorance! Now that the blood of greed and anger is ready, all that's missing is your blood of ignorance, Young Master Duan!"

"Foolish?" Duan Lang was even more confused, pointing his finger at his nose and asking, "You're calling me foolish? How am I foolish?"

If we follow the fate of the past, Duanlang's determination to revive the family's reputation and suppress the winds and clouds is indeed a deep-seated obsession.

However, Duan Lang now follows Jiang Chen around like a fish in water, his cultivation surpasses that of Xiong Ba, and the Fire Kirin Sword has also been upgraded to a divine weapon. Why would he have any obsessions?

"This..." Zhong Mei was speechless upon hearing this.

Seeing Duan Lang's carefree and unconcerned demeanor, without any apparent obsession, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

This child has clear eyes; why would he be considered "foolish" in this state?

"Whether it is or not, let's try it first!" Bu Jingyun was focused on the divine sword and didn't care about anything else.

With a swift movement, he closed in on Duan Lang, the Hero Sword flashing with a cold light, intending to forcefully seize his true blood!

"Ah! You're serious!" Duan Lang was shocked and quickly retreated several feet to avoid his attack.

"Fine, fine! I'm scared of you! It's just a little blood, okay? I'll give it to you!" Duan Lang was extremely helpless, thinking to himself that Bu Jingyun was like a madman, biting anyone he saw.

He then focused his strength in his fingers and lightly stroked his fingertips.

laugh!

Bloodstains appeared suddenly, and crimson blood gushed out.

Duan Lang flicked his finger, and blood, as red as jade, shot out onto the giant sword in the sword pool.

The assembled heroes held their breath, staring intently at the center of the sword pool, their eyes filled with anticipation.

Tick ​​tock!

Blood struck the greatsword squarely.

One breath, two breaths...

Half a cup of tea was gone in an instant, and the Sword Pool remained as silent as ever!

The giant sword remained unmoved, and the subterranean fire showed no sign of movement!

The air seemed to freeze, with only the crackling sound of the burning subterranean fire reaching the ears, making the situation even more awkward.

"Hey, Duan Lang," Jian Pin couldn't help but mock, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Are you weak? Why is your blood so weak? Did you go fooling around in the backyard last night?"

"Screw you!" Duan Lang retorted immediately, rolling his eyes. "I'm just too well-nourished and my blood is too pure! If you don't understand, don't spout nonsense! If you say another word, believe me, I'll pluck all your beard off!"

"You..." Jian Pin was speechless with anger, blowing his beard and glaring.

"What...what's going on?!" The heroes were all stunned, looking at each other in disbelief.

"Why isn't there any reaction?" Bu Jingyun whirled around, his eyes wide with rage, staring directly at Zhong Mei with a murderous glint in his eyes. "Where's my peerless sword?!"

"This...this is impossible..." Zhong Mei was drenched in cold sweat, utterly incredulous. "Duan Lang is a descendant of the Duan family. To restore the Duan family's prestige, he should have a deep-seated obsession! How could...how could he not react? Could it be...could it be that he has no more 'obsession' in his heart?"

"Nonsense!" Duan Lang crossed his arms, looking disdainful. "I'm eating and sleeping well now, and I'm the best martial artist in the world (self-proclaimed). What's there to be obsessed with? You bunch of people are so superstitious! You have to resort to feudal superstitions over a broken sword. Aren't you ashamed?"

"You!" Bu Jingyun was so angry he almost vomited blood.

Unexpectedly, this final ingredient turned out to be a mirage!

"What do we do now?!" Jian Pin was also extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot pan. "Without 'Foolish' blood, won't the peerless sword never be born? Won't all my blood have been shed in vain?! This deal has been a huge loss!"

Just then, Duan Lang seemed to realize something, his gaze suddenly falling on Zhong Mei, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, you old man guarding the sword," Duan Lang said mockingly, pointing at Zhong Mei. "You said you were looking for the most 'obsessed' person... I wonder if there's anyone more obsessive than you in this world?"

"What?" Zhong Mei was stunned, as if struck by lightning.

"For this broken sword, you've stayed in this godforsaken place for decades, never marrying or having children, even risking your life. Isn't that 'foolishness'? I think you're the biggest fool of all!"

Duan Lang's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Zhong Mei's mind!

True!

Zhong Mei looked around, his gaze sweeping over the rough stone walls and past the bellows that had been roaring for a century.

Every brick and stone here is soaked with the blood and sweat of three generations of the Zhong family.

The Zhong family has guarded the sword for generations, and they have devoted three generations of their lives to forging this divine weapon!

His entire life revolved solely around the sword!

This kind of dedication has long been ingrained in my bones and marrow, and has become part of my soul!

Who in the whole world is more obsessed than him?!

"So that's how it is... So that's how it is..." Zhong Mei murmured, a divine light suddenly appearing in her eyes.

This is the light of enlightenment, and also a sign of liberation!

"Hahaha! It turns out the most foolish person is actually myself!" Zhong Mei laughed loudly, his laughter carrying a hint of madness and a hint of determination.

"Master!" Wen Nu and Leng Yan seemed to sense something and exclaimed in surprise, trying to stop him.

Zhong Mei ignored him, slowly stepping towards the center of the sword pool, gazing at the giant sword lying dormant in the raging fire with a gentle look, as if looking at his beloved son.

"A peerless sword, a peerless sword... Since you still need one last drop of 'obsessive' blood, I will grant your wish! To be able to sacrifice myself for this sword is truly the greatest fortune of my life!"

Having said that, Zhongmei leaped into the air!

"No!" everyone cried out in alarm. Zhong Mei, like a moth drawn to a flame, threw himself into the raging fire without hesitation!

boom!

The moment Zhongmei plunged into the sea of ​​fire, the dormant flames seemed to be completely ignited!

Rumble!

The vast Baijian Manor trembled violently!

In the center of the sword pool, flames surged dozens of feet high, shooting straight into the sky!

A terrifying heatwave instantly swept across the mountaintop, forcing the heroes to retreat!

"Roar—!!!" Faintly, the ancient sword's cry seemed to echo through the sea of ​​fire, shaking heaven and earth!

Then, to everyone's astonishment, a dark sword shadow slowly emerged from the center of the towering pillar of fire!

It hangs above the raging flames, emitting black light and exuding an aura of dominance!

"It's been born! The peerless sword has finally been born!"

The heroes were overjoyed, their eyes filled with greed and fervor!

Jian Pin was greedy by nature, and when he saw the divine weapon appear in the world, how could he restrain himself?

"The divine weapon is mine!" With a strange cry, Jian Pin's figure suddenly sprang up, turning into a blur, ignoring the raging heatwave, and rushed straight towards the divine sword in the fire!

However, before they could even get within three zhang—

"Ah—!!!" A piercing scream suddenly rang out!

Jian Pin flew back even faster than he had gone, landing with a stagger, his beard and hair all charred, looking utterly disheveled.

"Holy crap! It's scalding hot!" Jian Pin cursed, patting his smoking clothes. "This thing must have just come out of Laozi's furnace! It almost cooked me alive!"

Upon seeing this, everyone gasped and dared not make any further moves.

"It's so hot! It's so hot!"

As soon as the peerless sword was drawn, the temperature of the sword pool instantly rose several times!

The ground was already scorching hot, but now it felt like a branding iron, making it difficult to stand!

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" The heroes' expressions changed, and they all retreated hastily, fearing that they would be burned to ashes by the terrifying heat!

In an instant, the center of the vast sword pool became a vacuum!

The peerless sword, suspended in the raging flames, seemed both close at hand and far away, and no one dared to take a single step closer!

"Tian'er! Quick! Go get the sword!" Seeing this, Madam Ao urgently called to Ao Tian beside her, "You are the young master of Baijian Manor, this sword is yours! Go and get it back!"

"Huh? I...I'm going?" Ao Tian looked at the raging fire, then glanced at Jian Pin, who was still smoking beside him, his face as pale as paper.

Although he coveted the power of the divine weapon, he valued his life even more!

The fire was raging, and even a master like Jian Pin was defeated and had to return. Wouldn't it be suicide for me to go?

"Mother...this really isn't my fault!" Aotian stammered, his face contorted with grief. "Look at that old bastard Jianpin, he's practically a roasted pig! If I go, wouldn't I be throwing my life away? As long as we're alive, we can always rebuild! Let's wait until the fire dies down a bit more, shall we?"

"You! You good-for-nothing!" Seeing her son's cowardice, Madam Ao trembled with anger, her eyes filled with disappointment and frustration.

How much effort and dedication did the Sword Worship Manor expend for this young man? They even went so far as to submit to the old scoundrel Sword Demon! Yet, this young man turned out to be so utterly unworthy!

Just then, Duan Lang suddenly sensed something unusual coming from the Fire Scale Sword he was carrying.

hum...

Although the tremor was slight and difficult for outsiders to detect, Duan Lang, as the sword master, clearly sensed the scorching battle intent emanating from the Fire Kirin Sword!

As if encountering a nemesis, it emitted a series of defiant low cries!

"Hmm? The Fire Kirin Sword?" Duan Lang raised an eyebrow, pressed down on the restless Fire Kirin, and smiled slightly. "What? You felt it too? That sword... is indeed quite interesting."

Although the fiery unicorns displayed their power, the broken waves remained unmoved.

Not only him, but also Bu Jingyun, Jian Pin, and Jian Chen looked at each other in bewilderment, none of them daring to make a rash move.

Although Bu Jingyun craved power, he was not a fool. The power of this earth fire was beyond human resistance.

They were waiting, waiting for the fire to subside a little, or waiting for others to go and die first.

Just as the stalemate was at its peak, a lazy voice suddenly came from the entrance.

"Wow, it's quite lively here. Are they all warming themselves by the fire?"