I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

At the summit of Tianshan, snow remains year-round, and a chilly wind howls through the air, swirling up countless tiny ice shards.

Suddenly, a streak of light pierced the sky, carrying an ethereal quality that transcended the mundane world, and landed steadily in front of the mountain gate.

As the dazzling light gradually faded, three figures slowly appeared.

"Finally back." Jiang Chen stretched and looked at the familiar sea of ​​clouds and snow-capped peaks before him, a relaxed smile playing on his lips. He seemed to be in a very good mood.

At the mountain gate, people had been waiting for a long time.

The man at the head of the group, his red robe fluttering in the wind, carried the Fire Scale Divine Sword on his back. He was dashing and spirited, with a confident and triumphant air about him.

Behind him, a man and a woman stood with their hands at their sides, their expressions solemn.

The man was as tall as an iron tower, with bulging muscles all over his body, exuding a sense of steady strength;

The woman was as cold as ice, with two swords strapped to her back, her gaze sharp as a blade.

These two were none other than Wen Nu and Leng Yan, the sword-guarding servants of Baijian Manor.

Since Duan Lang obtained the peerless divine weapon at Baijian Villa, these two have sworn to follow him to the death and protected him all the way here.

"Brother Chen! You're finally back!" Upon seeing Jiang Chen, Duan Lang's originally cold face immediately broke into a bright smile, and he quickly stepped forward to greet him. "Did you have a good time on this trip?"

"It was alright, I just dealt with a few noisy flies." Jiang Chen waved his hand casually, his tone as indifferent as if he had only done a trivial matter.

Duan Lang's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the figure behind Jiang Chen. The smile on his face gradually faded, and his eyes became complicated and unfathomable.

"Xiong Ba, how have you been?"

Upon hearing this voice, Xiong Ba's body stiffened abruptly, and he subconsciously took half a step back, his cloudy eyes filled with vigilance and unease.

Now, his martial arts skills are completely gone, and he has become a prisoner. What he fears most is that his former enemies will seek revenge.

"Duan...Duan Lang..." Xiong Ba swallowed hard, his voice dry and hoarse like the friction of withered wood. "I am now a cripple, and all I want is to spend the rest of my life in peace with You Ruo in this Tianshan Mountains. You...you don't still want to kill me, do you?"

Seeing Xiong Ba's alarmed expression, Duan Lang was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"Hahaha! Xiong Ba, you underestimate me, Duan Lang!"

Duan Lang strode forward and patted Xiong Ba heavily on the shoulder.

At this moment, the intense old hatred in his eyes had long since dissipated, replaced by the confidence and magnanimity of a strong person.

"I wanted to kill you before because you were so high and mighty, suffocating me. Now I am the master of this Heavenly Mountain, and my martial arts far surpass yours. What meaning would killing a cripple like you have for me?"

"Don't worry, as long as you behave yourself from now on, this summit of Tianshan will be your place to retire."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Ba finally felt relieved, letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much."

This former ruthless tyrant is now humbly thanking a servant he once regarded as an ant. Truly, life is unpredictable and fate is cruel.

"By the way, Brother Chen," Duan Lang turned his head, as if remembering something, and casually said, "Yesterday, a few clueless guys came to cause trouble, claiming to be the 'Twelve Fiends of Tianchi,' saying that the World Society was their territory and telling us to get out."

"Oh?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. "And then?"

"And then?" Duan Lang shrugged, his expression nonchalant, as if he were talking about something utterly mundane. "I sent them to meet the King of Hell. Those guys were too weak; they couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from me. I burned them all to ashes."

Upon hearing this, Xiong Ba's lips twitched involuntarily, and a look of undisguised horror flashed in his eyes.

The Twelve Fiends of Tianchi were top-tier assassins whom he had painstakingly subdued through coercion and enticement. Among them, Tong Huang was a master who had already reached the level of a grandmaster.

But in Duan Lang's words today, these once-powerful figures who made people in the martial arts world tremble with fear are as vulnerable as clay chickens and earthen dogs.

Only now did Xiong Ba truly realize that the level these two young men had reached was already a peak he could never attain in his lifetime.

Talented people emerge in every generation, and this world is no longer his domain.

In the days that followed, the weather on the Tianshan Mountains changed dramatically.

Xiong Ba now lives alone in a small house in the middle of the lake.

This place is quiet and secluded, surrounded by water on all sides, with only a winding nine-turn bridge leading to the outside world. It was once the place where he imprisoned his beloved daughter, Youruo.

He stood alone on the Listening to the Rain Pavilion, looking around at the familiar scenery, his heart filled with a mix of emotions and desolation.

"Before, You Ruo lived here, and I lived outside; now, I live here, and You Ruo lives outside..."

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, his voice tinged with an indescribable loneliness and desolation.

"What goes around comes around, and retribution is inevitable."

Duan Lang kept his promise and did not restrict his freedom. Except for not allowing him to go down the mountain on his own, he was free to come and go as he pleased in all the forbidden areas at the top of Tianshan Mountain.

For an old man who is already in his twilight years and whose martial arts skills have all been lost, having such a place to settle down and make a living is perhaps the greatest blessing from heaven.

Jiang Chen recruited a large number of skilled craftsmen from Tianyin City and began to drastically transform this former Tianxiahui (World Association) area.

The plaque symbolizing supreme hegemony, the "World Alliance," was slowly removed, and in its place was a giant plaque personally inscribed by Jiang Chen.

【Beyond the Heavens】!

The calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, each stroke exuding an arrogant and domineering aura that transcends the mundane world and soars above the heavens!

At the summit of Tianshan Mountain, cliffs pierce the clouds.

In the past, Xiong Ba used his internal force to carve the three characters "Tianxia Hui" into the stone wall, penetrating three inches into the stone, witnessing decades of vicissitudes.

Now, Jiang Chen stood in mid-air, his clothes fluttering in the fierce, cold wind.

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, a series of sharp sword energies surged forth, instantly erasing the old traces and carving a new chapter on the mirror-like stone wall.

Amidst the flying stone chips, the three large characters "Tianwaitian" (天外天) suddenly appeared.

The handwriting is like a coiled dragon, or as if it wants to break through the wall and soar down, looking down at the masses of people below.

On the ruins of the former "Number One Building Under Heaven", a magnificent palace has risen from the ground, named "Heavenly Palace", which is the residence and meeting place of the sect leader Duan Lang.

The former sites such as Fengyun Pavilion and Xiongba Hall have all been renamed, completely erasing any trace of the Tianxia Society's existence.

That vast "Three Schools Training Ground" has now been renamed "Martial Arts Arena".

On the cliff behind the mountain, Jiang Chen even ordered the construction of a "Supreme Elder's Pavilion".

The pavilions are built along the mountainside, with spacious courtyards and terraces nestled among the clouds and mist, creating a scene resembling a fairyland.

This pavilion belongs to him alone.

You Ruo didn't try to avoid suspicion and moved in with her belongings, ostensibly to "take care of the Supreme Elder's daily life," but everyone knew the truth.

Sword slaves Wen Nu and Leng Yan remained as loyal and inseparable as ever, closely following Duan Lang.

Duan Lang felt helpless and had no choice but to settle the two of them in the "Heavenly Palace".

Fortunately, this heavenly palace is vast and spacious, more than enough to accommodate the two of them.

The heavens beyond the heavens are all ready, awaiting only the founding of the sect.

At the summit of Mount Tianshan, in the Heavenly Palace Council Hall.

The newly completed palace stands tall and majestic, surpassing even the former "Number One Building Under Heaven" by a significant margin.

Jiang Chen, Duan Lang, You Ruo, and Xiong Ba, who now resembles a "mascot," sat around a heavy rosewood table, discussing their grand plans for the future.

Wen Nu and Leng Yan, the two servants, stood with their hands on their swords on either side of the palace gate, like two silent door gods.

"Brother Chen, now that we have all the facilities in Tianwaitian, we're not short of money, thanks to Xiong Ba's savings over the years." Duan Lang tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound, and said with a serious expression, "What I mean is..."

"You want to issue invitations to recruit disciples?" Jiang Chen leaned back lazily in his chair, his slender fingers toying with an exquisite jade cup, and said casually, "After all, such a large sect does need some manpower to manage it."

"No!" Duan Lang replied decisively, refusing outright, "I don't accept disciples."

"Oh?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Why?"

Duan Lang glanced coldly at Xiong Ba, who was sipping tea beside him, a mocking sneer playing on his lips: "From childhood to adulthood, I've seen countless dramas of 'filial piety' and 'deep teacher-student affection.' Xiong Ba took in three good disciples back then, and what happened? Didn't each of them wish they could kill him with their own hands?"

"In this martial world, aren't it common to see disciples killing their masters and sons killing their fathers?"

Duan Lang suddenly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and stared intently at the surging sea of ​​clouds outside the hall.

"All my martial arts skills are a gift from Brother Chen. Pass them on to my disciples? And then wait for them to master them before they come to kill me? I'm not that stupid."

"Pfft—!" Xiong Ba spat out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk, coughing violently. His old face turned red, but he couldn't utter a single word.

"Father, Brother Duanlang is right," You Ruo interjected, patting Xiong Ba's back while secretly chuckling. "You can't be too careful."

"You mean..." Jiang Chen put down the jade cup in his hand and looked at Duan Lang with great interest.

"Beyond the heavens, one should transcend worldly concerns." Duan Lang's gaze was firm, his words resounding and powerful.

"I don't want to establish any sect or have all nations pay tribute to me. Those empty titles are nothing but a burden to me."

"There's only one thing I need to do—cultivate! Cultivate! And fucking cultivate!"

"I will become the best in the world! I will make sure that no one in this world can ever be above me, Duan Lang!"

Upon hearing this, the sword slaves Wen Nu and Leng Yan immediately knelt down in unison, shouting, "Master, rest assured! We swear to protect you with our lives!"

Jiang Chen turned his head, his gaze falling on Leng Yan's cool and pretty face, and said with a hint of teasing, "Duan Lang, since you don't plan to take on any disciples, you need someone who understands and cares for you. I see that Leng Yan is loyal to you and is so beautiful, why don't you... just marry her?"

"Yes, yes!" You Ruo chimed in, her big eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter. "Brother Duan Lang, Leng Yan is so wonderful! It's like keeping the good stuff in the family!"

Leng Yan's perpetually icy and beautiful face was now unusually flushed with a charming blush.

She lowered her head shyly, her voice barely audible, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible expectation: "If...if Master doesn't mind, this subordinate...wouldn't mind..."

"Pfft—!" Duan Lang spat out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk, choking and coughing repeatedly.

Before he could catch his breath, Wen Nu, looking bewildered, leaned in and shouted in a rough voice with expectant eyes, "What about me? I want to marry Master too..."

"vomit--!!!"

The solemn atmosphere inside the main hall vanished instantly.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time, feeling a churning in their stomachs, wishing they could vomit up all the food they had eaten over the past few days.

Once everyone had calmed down, Jiang Chen wiped the tea stains from the corner of his mouth and looked at Duan Lang with a hint of admiration and expectation in his eyes.

"it is good."

"Since you want to be the best in the world, then go for it."

Ultimately, this "Heaven Beyond the Heavens," perched atop the Tianshan Mountains, did not recruit disciples as widely as ordinary sects.

In the vast palace complex, only a few dozen maids of respectable background were recruited, who were specifically responsible for cleaning the courtyards and taking care of the daily needs of the family.

Beyond the heavens, towering high above the clouds, it stands watching the world's ever-changing fortunes.