I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"nailed it."

The first rays of dawn shone on her snow-white dress.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, a gentle breeze rustling his clothes as if he were about to ride the wind away.

His deep, pool-like eyes held a sense of world-weariness that made him seem so out of place in this noisy world.

Amidst the swirling dust, Bu Jingyun collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood, his breath barely a whisper.

Jiang Chen seemed oblivious, his icy gaze sweeping across the dark forest like a sharp blade.

He raised his right hand in a gesture of attack, and a faint sound of thunder could be heard in the air.

"Come here!"

This sharp shout was like a thunderclap, shaking the surrounding trees and causing leaves to flutter down.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

With a sharp, piercing sound, three figures were swept away by an invisible force like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the dust, looking utterly disheveled.

"Great...great hero, spare me! Spare me!"

The two henchmen were terrified and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, their foreheads dripping with blood that stained the ground beneath their feet.

Even a powerful figure like Po Jun would be reduced to ashes by a single, casual strike from this man.

How could the insignificant ants of this world dare to harbor even the slightest thought of resistance?

Jiang Chen's lips curled into a cold smile as he sneered, "Weren't you all very arrogant just now?"

"No... I won't do it again! I'll never do it again!"

"You can live if you want," Jiang Chen's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at them with a half-smile, his tone playful. "Tell me some secrets that interest me, and perhaps I'll consider sparing your lives."

"A secret? A secret..."

One of the henchmen, his eyes darting around, desperately reached into his robes and pulled out a small black porcelain bottle, offering it tremblingly: "Yes! Yes! This is 'Seven Emotions Bewitching Powder'! It was given to us by Lord Po Jun... no, it was that villain Po Jun who gave it to us to give to Jian Chen!"

"Oh? To give it to Jian Chen?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, his gaze falling on the small bottle. "What do you intend to do with this medicine?"

The henchman glanced furtively at Jian Chen, whose face was ashen, then looked at Chu Chu in the distance. His throat bobbed with difficulty as he stammered, "Po Jun... Po Jun told us to arrange for Jian Chen to take this medicine, and then... to rape Miss Chu Chu..."

"What?!"

The moment those words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze.

Chu Chu's face paled, her delicate body trembled violently, and she staggered backward, her beautiful eyes fixed on Jian Chen, filled with fear and disbelief.

Once upon a time, Jian Chen was always a gentle and refined gentleman in her heart. Who would have thought that he would be involved in such a despicable and filthy scheme?

"You...you're all talking nonsense!" Jian Chen's face flushed crimson, veins bulging on his forehead, as he hysterically protested, "I was just following the orders of the strategist...Master! Those were Master's words...how can I be considered an accomplice?"

Then he began to mutter to himself, repeating over and over things like "respecting teachers and valuing the Way" and "having no choice in the matter."

His voice grew softer and softer, his face paler and paler, and finally he slumped down and lowered his head in despair.

Even if he didn't know the full extent of this wicked scheme, the undeniable fact that he joined Po Jun and aided and abetted the wicked is impossible to erase.

"What a cunning scheme to kill four birds with one stone!" Jiang Chen sneered, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, like a chilling wind from the depths of hell. "It ruins Jian Chen's reputation, destroys Chu Chu's innocence, torments Bu Jingyun for the rest of his life, and incidentally strikes a blow at Wuming. That bastard Po Jun truly deserves to die!"

"Great hero! We've told you the secret! Please spare us!" The two henchmen knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Spare you?"

Jiang Chen lowered his head to look at the porcelain bottle he was gently twirling between his fingers, his eyes filled with no pity, only indifference.

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, the hard porcelain bottle instantly transformed into a wisp of smoke, vanishing with the wind.

"I only said I'd think about it, but now I've made up my mind—you should all just die."

hum!

In the void, it seemed as if invisible ripples were spreading out.

The energy was so solid it seemed to solidify, carrying a suffocating pressure that suddenly descended upon us.

"ah--!!!"

The screams were short and piercing, echoing through the silent forest.

Before the two henchmen could even utter a word of pleading, they had already followed in Po Jun's footsteps.

Blood mist filled the air, taking on an eerie, crimson hue in the morning sunlight; in the blink of an eye, nothing but bones remained.

Jian Chen stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.

The series of changes that occurred in one day and one night had already shattered his once proud heart.

Last night, he was defeated by Bu Jingyun, and his sword intent was shattered.

This morning, he was captured by the Po Jun army and suffered the most humiliating insults in the world.

In his desperate attempt to survive, he nearly ruined the innocent and virtuous You Ruo with his own hands...

Now, having witnessed Jiang Chen's unpredictable and ruthless methods of life and death, the last bit of pride in his heart finally collapsed, leaving only endless fear and deep self-loathing.

Jiang Chen glanced at him coldly, his disgust undisguised, as if he were looking at a fly that had fallen into a cesspool.

If it weren't for the fact that he was also a pitiful person, merely a pawn manipulated by this capricious fate, he would have been sent to his death with just one move.

"Get lost." Jiang Chen waved his hand lightly, the movement as casual as if he were merely shooing away an insignificant ant. "Don't let me see you again."

Jian Chen shuddered, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled into the dark depths of the forest, not daring to look back even once more.

After finishing with the miscellaneous fish, Jiang Chen slowly walked up to Bu Jingyun.

At this moment, although the bleeding from Bu Jingyun's severed arm had stopped, his face was as pale as a piece of waste paper, and he was on the verge of death, as if he would die at any moment.

"Young Master Jiang! Please! Please don't kill Brother Bu!"

Seeing this, Chu Chu hurriedly knelt down in front of Jiang Chen, spreading her arms wide to protect Bu Jingyun. Tears streamed down her face, her voice plaintive and moving, "Brother Bu acted impulsively, and he's injured like this now... Please, please let him go!"

This martial world is a huge battlefield, where the strong are respected and the losers are condemned.

When Bu Jingyun once roamed the world, wiping out entire families and killing countless people, did he ever show the slightest mercy?

For example, the abbot of Miyin Temple was originally an orphan of the Xiawang Mansion.

He led his men to seek revenge, hoping to get justice, but to his surprise, Bu Jingyun killed them all, leaving no one alive.

The strong act with the power of life and death, always acting solely on their own will, so why should they need to explain themselves to others?

Even if countless enemies come knocking on his door in the future, given Bu Jingyun's personality, he would never sit idly by and wait for his death.

The winner lives, the loser dies.

If you're not as skilled as others, you're dead; that's the ironclad rule of this cruel world.

Perhaps he has regrets, but should he commit suicide to atone for his sins, or obediently wait to die?

That's absolutely impossible!

Only by fighting his way out of that mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood can one become the true "Uncrying Death God" Bu Jingyun.

"Don't worry, I won't kill him." Jiang Chen's expression was calm, his voice so cold it was devoid of any emotion. "In the past, Bu Jingyun wiped out entire families and killed countless people because he was stronger than others. Today, I am stronger than him. I'm sparing his dog's life not because I'm soft-hearted."

"When he wakes up, tell him for me: if he wants revenge, he'll have to crawl out of this pile of dead bodies. I'll be waiting for him in Tianshan."

After saying that, Jiang Chen turned around gracefully. His aloof figure appeared even more cold and lonely in the morning light, and he did not look at the ill-fated couple again.

"Alright, we should go now." Jiang Chen waved gently, gesturing for Xiong Ba and You Ruo, who were still in a daze in the distance, to come closer.

With a slight thought, his true energy surged like a tide, gathering beneath his feet into a hundred-foot-long, crystal-clear, and radiant giant sword.

The sword's blade faintly emitted the sounds of wind and thunder, exuding an aura of majesty that surpassed all living beings.

"Wow! Are we going to fly again?"

You Ruo was already used to it. With a cheer, she leaped onto the Qi Sword with the lightness of a swallow.

She stood atop the sword, waving frantically at Xiong Ba, her silvery laughter echoing through the forest.

"Daddy! Come on up! We're flying back to Tianshan!"

"Fly...fly?"

Xiong Ba looked up at the enormous creature suspended in mid-air, spewing out chilling sword energy, and stood there frozen like a clay sculpture.

He had roamed the martial world for half his life and had seen countless masters of lightness skills, but such a method of flying on a sword and soaring straight into the sky was simply unheard of.

Could it be that the legendary immortal magic truly exists in this world?

"Father, what are you standing there for! Hurry up and come up!" You Ruo stamped her feet anxiously and reached out to pull on Xiong Ba's wide sleeve.

Xiong Ba stepped onto the Qi Sword with a blank expression, feeling unsteady on his feet, his heart pounding in his throat, filled with anxiety.

"Stand firm." Jiang Chen smiled faintly, his smile conveying a sense of nonchalance.

call out--!!!

In an instant, the sword energy shot into the sky, transforming into a dazzling streak of light that carried the three of them straight into the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, it had disappeared into the vast sky, leaving only a few wisps of clouds swaying in the wind.

Chu Chu held the barely breathing Bu Jingyun tightly in her arms, staring blankly in the direction where the streak of light disappeared. For a long time, she was still unable to recover from the shock.

Just then, a Buddhist chant suddenly rang out from the dark mountain path. The voice was as loud as a bell, yet it was filled with an uncontrollable anger.

"Amitabha! You wicked creatures! How dare you commit murder in this sacred Buddhist sanctuary!"

A monk wearing a bright red robe, who usually had a kind and benevolent face, was now filled with rage and looked like a fierce Vajra. He moved like lightning and leaped down from a great height.

This person was none other than the eminent monk of Miyin Temple—Master Buxu!

When the master emerged from his seclusion in the back mountain, he was met with a scene of carnage and bloodshed, with even his fellow disciples having met a tragic end.

He followed the trail of blood all the way here and saw that Bu Jingyun was covered in blood and breathing heavily. He immediately mistook him for the murderous demon.

"Bu Jingyun! You killed my senior brother and slaughtered all my disciples. Today, this old monk will act on behalf of Heaven and subdue you, you demon!"

Master Buxu roared, his body radiating Buddhist light, and with a raised hand, unleashed a powerful Vajra Palm strike.

The palm strike was fierce and powerful, aimed directly at Bu Jingyun's forehead!

"No!" Seeing this, Chu Chu threw herself onto Bu Jingyun without thinking, protecting him tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Master, please don't! Please don't kill Brother Bu!"

"Get out of the way!" Master Buxu's palm strike abruptly halted, stopping mid-air as he roared angrily, "This man's sins are too heavy; he deserves to die! Female benefactor, please don't be deceived by this demon!"

"Master, please spare me!" Just at this critical moment, a deep and urgent voice came from the forest.

A middle-aged monk dressed in a gray robe hurried over. This man was none other than Xue Antian, a former member of the Flying Cloud Hall of the World Society!

"Xue Antian? Do you also want to protect this demon?" Master Buxu frowned, his anger still burning in his eyes.

"Amitabha," Xue Antian said in a deep voice, his hands clasped together. "Master, please calm your anger. I saw it clearly from the shadows. Although the tragedy at the temple is related to Hall Master Yun... and Bu Jingyun, the real masterminds are Po Jun and Jian Chen! In order to force Bu Jingyun to submit, they went so far as to massacre the entire Mi Yin Temple. Their cruelty is simply appalling!"

"Po Jun?!" Upon hearing this name, Master Bu Xu's expression changed drastically. A deep sense of apprehension surfaced in his previously calm eyes. "He...he's actually back?!"

For the older generation of martial arts practitioners, the name Po Jun is like a lingering nightmare.

He was a ruthless and merciless demon who killed without blinking an eye and regarded all living beings as worthless weeds.

Back then, in pursuit of supreme power, he even went so far as to personally send his beloved wife into the hands of the Godless One, just to exchange her for the peerless and wicked martial art known as "Kill the Wolf".

Such heinous and inhumane acts have long since turned him into a villain whom everyone in the martial arts world wants to kill.

"Amitabha," Master Buxu slowly withdrew his palm. His once dignified face now appeared somewhat aged and dejected, his eyes filled with unyielding worry. "If Po Jun really returns, the martial world will probably be plunged into another bloody storm..."

Looking at the master's worried expression, Chu Chu felt a pang of pity and suddenly spoke up timidly, "Um... Master, you don't really need to worry."

"Hmm?" Master Buxu was slightly taken aback, turning to look at the frail-looking woman. "Why do you say that?"

Chu Chu stretched out her slender finger and pointed to the empty and desolate land not far away, and whispered, "Because... Po Jun is dead."

Upon hearing this, Master Buxu was struck dumb, standing frozen in place, unable to move for a long time.

"Dead?"

"Yes, he was killed by Brother Jiang with a single palm strike." Chu Chu added in a low voice, the image of Jiang Chen's ethereal yet ruthless back reappearing in her mind.

Master Buxu remained silent for a long time, as if he needed to fully digest this shocking news.

After a long while, he slowly turned his head, his eyes fixed intently on Xue Antian, his gaze filled with scrutiny and inquiry.

"The snow is dark, and there is still one thing I cannot understand."

"Please speak, Master."

"My senior brother...who exactly killed him?"

Xue Antian's expression instantly became extremely conflicted. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Under Master Bu Xu's piercing gaze, his eyes began to dart around, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"A monk does not lie!" Master Buxu suddenly shouted, his voice like a booming bell, causing the surrounding trees to rustle.

"It's...it's Master Yun." Xue Antian finally lowered his head, his voice barely audible, yet it was exceptionally clear in the quiet forest.

Master Buxu's imposing body trembled slightly, as if he had aged ten years in that instant.

He gazed at the ruins scattered on the ground, his eyes filled with unconcealed sorrow, an endless desolation born from grudges and entanglements.

Seeing this, Xue Antian feared that the master might harbor murderous intent again, so he hurriedly explained, "But! It was the abbot who struck first! He led the monks to surround and kill Hall Master Yun, and Hall Master Yun did it to protect himself..."

"Good, good, good."

He let out a long sigh, a sigh filled with helplessness at the impermanence of fate in this world.

He clasped his hands together, slowly closed his eyes, lowered his head, as if performing a ritual to guide the departed souls to the afterlife.

"In the end, my senior brother still couldn't let go of the grudges from the Hero King's Mansion."

"An eye for an eye only leads to another; when will it end?"

The grudges and entanglements of this martial world are ultimately like sand slipping through one's fingers, vanishing with the wind, leaving only sighs of helplessness echoing through the heavens and earth.