I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

[Many Celestial Realm experts have commented that the ancient style is a bit difficult to read, so the author has decided to switch to a completely vernacular style starting from the next chapter. For me, the vernacular style will increase the word count by about half, which is awesome!]

The following morning, as dawn broke, the sunlight slanted into the guest rooms of Miyin Temple.

Chu Chu arrived carrying a basin and gently knocked on the door. "Brother Jian Chen, are you awake? I've brought you some water to wash your face."

The room was deathly silent; no one answered.

"Brother Jianchen?" Chu Chu felt a sense of foreboding, hesitated for a moment, and finally pushed open the door and entered.

"Ah!" Chu Chu exclaimed in surprise the moment the door opened.

The tables and chairs inside were overturned, the tea sets were shattered, and the room was in complete disarray, as if it had been the aftermath of a catastrophe.

In the corner of the bed, a person was curled up in a ball, shivering.

"Brother Jianchen!" Chu Chu dropped the basin on the ground and rushed forward.

Jian Chen's hair was disheveled, his eyes were lifeless, and he stared blankly at the ground, muttering to himself. He looked withered and emaciated, and his former heroic figure was nowhere to be seen.

"Brother Jianchen, what's wrong? Don't scare me!" Chu Chu shook his shoulder anxiously, trying to wake him up.

However, Jian Chen ignored him, remaining immersed in his own world, his eyes empty and terrifying.

Last night's crushing defeat not only shattered his sword, but also shattered his proud sword spirit, causing him to completely collapse.

"How could this happen..." Chu Chu looked at the cripple in front of her, tears streaming down her face.

Filled with self-reproach and regret, he thought, if he hadn't begged and pleaded last night, why would he have sought out Bu Jingyun for a duel, and why would he have suffered such a crushing defeat and ended up in this state?

I'm the one who ruined him!

Helpless, Chu Chu suppressed her grief, straightened his clothes slightly, sighed, and turned to leave.

As Chu Chu was leaving, the back window suddenly moved and opened silently.

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Two dark figures tumbled in like cats, landing silently.

The two looked at each other, their gazes locking onto the dazed figure in the corner.

"This is the nameless apprentice?" one person asked in a low voice, their tone questioning. "He looks like an idiot."

"Who cares if he's an idiot or not? Our master ordered us to capture Jian Chen!" The other man sneered, his figure blurring as he delivered a powerful chop to the back of Jian Chen's neck.

boom!

Jian Chen didn't even utter a sound before collapsing limply to the ground.

"Tch, I thought it would take some effort, but he's just a piece of trash." The man sneered, his face full of disdain. "Let's go!"

Without lingering, the two shouldered Jian Chen and, like ghosts, slipped out of the window.

The house remained in a mess, as if no one had ever been there.

Miyin Temple Square.

Morning bells and evening drums, Buddhist chants echoing around the rafters.

Abbot Dukong and the monks stood in a solemn atmosphere, while Wuming and Bu Jingyun stood on either side of the square.

Chu Chu stood to the side, looking dazed, clearly concerned for Jian Chen's safety.

"Amitabha," Master Dukong stepped forward, followed by two young novices carrying long brocade boxes.

The brocade box was opened, revealing two longswords with a cold glint in its eyes. "These two swords were a gift from an old friend of mine. They are three feet and three inches long and weigh seven pounds and six ounces. They are exactly the same in both material and weight. Since you two are going to have a contest, you shall use these swords to ensure fairness."

Wuming nodded slightly and casually picked up his sword.

Bu Jingyun was equally unceremonious, reaching out to grab another sword. The blade vibrated slightly, making a humming sound.

With his sword in hand, Bu Jingyun's expression grew even more serious.

He felt the nameless aura opposite him was as deep and vast as the sea. Although he did not deliberately exert pressure, the invisible force made it difficult for him to breathe.

"A martial arts legend, indeed, lives up to his reputation..."

Bu Jingyun felt a chill run down his spine, his grip on his sword tightening. "Perhaps I can't even withstand a single move from him, but I absolutely cannot lose! For freedom, for revenge, I must win!"

Mountain cabin.

As dawn broke, Xiong Ba had already put on his clothes and gotten up.

As people get older, they sleep less, and even the slightest noise can make it difficult to fall back asleep.

Standing with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, his gaze swept over the tightly closed door of the next room, and his old face twitched involuntarily.

He knew that his beloved daughter, Youruo, was currently lying in that room, sharing a room with Jiang Chen!

"Hmph, what kind of behavior is this!" Xiong Ba glared, his beard bristling, indignant. "They're not even married yet, and they're already shamelessly living together! It's an insult to civility and a disgrace to the family!"

In the past, anyone who dared to touch his daughter would have been killed with a single blow.

But at this moment...

Xiong Ba sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"So be it, so be it, a daughter is too old to stay at home..." Now I am just an old man with a fading candle, what can I do but complain in my heart?

A moment later, the door creaked open.

Jiang Chen emerged refreshed, followed by You Ruo, who wore a shy expression.

In reality, Xiong Ba was overthinking things. Although the two of them were in the same room last night, they slept in separate beds, their feelings remaining within the bounds of propriety, and they did not cross any lines.

Jiang Chen walked outside, stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep as he looked out at the undulating mountains.

It was late last night, so we rested here, intending to take You Ruo and Xiong Ba back to Tianshan after breakfast.

As far as the eye could see, the mountains and forests appeared peaceful, but Jiang Chen's mind was filled with the plot of the original novel.

In the original course of fate, this place was where Xiong Ba You Ruo was buried.

The key person responsible for this tragedy, besides Bu Jingyun and the forced Jian Chen, is Po Jun!

"Po Jun..." Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with a cold light, his killing intent was chilling. Now that he had come to this world, he would never allow the tragedy to repeat itself.

Anyone who dares to make a move on his woman or father-in-law, no matter who they are, will only face one fate—death!

"Dinner's ready." At this moment, Xiong Ba brought out a tray from the kitchen.

Although there were no delicacies on the plate, only a few bowls of congee and two dishes of wild vegetables, it was steaming hot and had a fragrant aroma of rice, making one's mouth water.

"Father, this... did you make this?" Upon seeing this, You Ruo covered her mouth in astonishment, her beautiful eyes wide open.

From childhood until now, I have only seen my father pointing out the country's affairs, but I have never seen him wash his hands and cook.

"What? Afraid I'll poison you?" Xiong Ba glared angrily, repositioning the tray on the stone table, causing the bowls and chopsticks to tremble slightly. "Eat it or don't! I'm now a fallen tiger, and I have to serve you two juniors. It's outrageous!"

"Eat! Of course, eat!" You Ruo hurriedly sat down, picked up the bowl, and took a small sip. The rice was soft and fragrant, and she immediately beamed. "Wow! It's so delicious! I never knew Father had such skills. It's even better than the imperial chefs of the World Alliance!"

Jiang Chenyi lifted his robe and sat down, slowly picking up a piece of wild vegetable with his chopsticks. The vegetable was crisp and refreshing, and he couldn't help but nod slightly.

His gaze swept over Xiong Ba's pale face, noticing his embarrassed expression and the slight upturn of his lips, a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.

"Who would have thought that the once-mighty Chief Xiong could now cook such a delicious pot of porridge? If word got out, the entire martial arts world would be astonished."

"Hmph!" Xiong Ba snorted coldly, plopped down, and began serving himself porridge. "Stop being so sarcastic. I'm just a retired old man living in the mountains now. What's wrong with cooking porridge? It's better than starving to death! Besides, if it weren't for You Ruo's sake, would you even dream of eating my cooking?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Father-in-law is right." Jiang Chen chuckled, not annoyed at all. On the contrary, he felt that the old man had become more down-to-earth and more pleasing to the eye.

"Who's your father-in-law! It's not even close to being settled yet!" Xiong Ba blew his beard and glared, his chopsticks clattering against the rim of the bowl.

You Ruo covered her mouth and chuckled, a warm feeling welling up inside her.

Although they lack fine clothes and delicacies, and have no power over the world, the simple meals, the playful banter, and the warmth they share at this moment are the family bliss they have always longed for.

Unexpectedly, this once-powerful figure turned out to be quite skilled at cooking, and even more remarkable was his return to simplicity.

However, just as the group was having their meal, a gentle breeze suddenly arrived.

call--

The wind came suddenly, yet carried a familiar scent.

Xiong Ba paused slightly as he picked up his chopsticks, his brows furrowing. Although he had lost all his martial arts skills, his keen intuition remained.

"Someone's here." Xiong Ba put down his chopsticks, stood up, and walked out of the courtyard with a complicated expression.

A tall, slender figure appeared beside the fence at some unknown time.

With long, flowing hair and a handsome face, his eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent!

"Nie Feng!" You Ruo's expression changed. She rushed forward, spreading her arms to protect Xiong Ba. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears as she stared intently at Nie Feng. "Nie Feng! My father has lost all his martial arts skills and is now a cripple. Do you still want to kill him?!"

"If that's the case, then kill us both, father and daughter!"

Looking at the destitute father and daughter before him, and especially seeing You Ruo's resolute gaze, Nie Feng felt a mix of emotions.

He had intended to settle his score with Xiong Ba, but upon seeing this scene, his overwhelming hatred had nowhere to go.

"Sigh..." After a long while, Nie Feng sighed, his killing intent gradually dissipating. "So be it. Since Xiong Ba has already crippled himself, let's wipe the slate clean of past grievances."

Having finished speaking, he looked deeply at You Ruo, then glanced at Xiong Ba.

"However, although I'm letting you go, you all know Senior Brother Yun's temperament. I can't control his thoughts. You'd better take care of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flickered and vanished into the mountains and forests like a gentle breeze.

Watching Nie Feng's departing figure, You Ruo's body went limp, and she almost collapsed.

Inside the room, Jiang Chen's lazy and calm voice suddenly rang out.

"You Ruo, come in and eat."

"With Brother Jiang here, what are you afraid of?"