I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The blizzard had quietly stopped, and a ray of sunlight suddenly appeared deep in the clouds, casting a slanting glow on the desolate ice field.

The Sword Emperor stood amidst the shattered ice shards, his old face slightly flushed, trying to conceal his earlier embarrassment with a series of dry coughs.

"Oh dear, it's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Girl, quickly put your sword away! This young hero is a good person, he's here... cough cough, to help his master get out of trouble!"

After speaking, he turned around, cupped his hands in a fist salute to the young man in white, and performed all the proper etiquette of the martial arts world.

"By the way, may I ask your esteemed name, young hero?"

"Beyond the Heavens, Jiang Chen."

Jiang Chen's voice was clear and calm, echoing in the empty hall, each word distinct, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate.

"The Outer Heavens?!"

In the second dream, her beautiful eyes flickered, filled with surprise and doubt.

She pursed her lips slightly and couldn't help but ask,

"I've heard that the leader of the Outer Heavens is Duan Lang, and Young Master Jiang is also... "

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile on his face, a smile that seemed surprisingly gentle on the cold, icy plain: "Duan Lang is my good brother. He's the sect leader of Tianwaitian. I'm a carefree person and don't like to concern myself with those trivial matters."

Second Dream gazed at him quietly. She had long heard rumors about Tianwaitian, who was gaining fame in the martial arts world, but she never expected that this young man in white would have such a demeanor—young and jade-like, yet exuding an indescribable depth and aloofness.

"So it's Young Hero Jiang! My apologies!" The Sword Emperor laughed loudly, his voice shaking the remaining snow on the icy plains, as if sweeping away the sorrow that had accumulated in his heart for decades.

"Now that Po Jun is dead, my long-cherished promise from back then is fulfilled. I don't want to stay in this bitter, icy hell for even a moment longer! My girl, I'm off to roam the martial world and enjoy myself. Take care of yourself! Hahaha!"

Before the laughter had even subsided, the Sword Emperor had already moved.

Amidst the scattered snowflakes that had been stirred up, he transformed into a blurry afterimage, vanishing into the vast expanse of heaven and earth in an instant, leaving no trace whatsoever.

"Master! Wait for me..."

The second dream was to catch up, but it was already too late.

Only by listening to the whistling wind and looking at the desolate wilderness could one stop and sigh softly.

She slowly turned her head, her complex gaze settling on the white-clad figure before her.

After a long while, she finally parted her lips slightly, her voice barely audible: "You... how did you know I know the 'Seven Deadly Sins of Heartbreak'? This is a family heirloom."

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, at the windy spot, letting his clothes flutter in the cold wind as if trying to stir the clouds on the horizon.

"There is no martial art in the world that I do not know."

"boast!"

The girl gave a soft snort, her aloof face filled with disbelief.

Jiang Chen didn't say much, but deep in his eyes, a faint golden light seemed to be quietly flashing, as if piercing through the deathly darkness and peering out wantonly.

Under the gaze of those golden eyes, the girl before him seemed to have no secrets left.

The light, sheer fabric seemed to gradually become transparent in his eyes, revealing a scene buried deep within by the dust of time.

Jiang Chen subconsciously looked away, silently reminding himself not to look at what was improper.

The thin veil was as if it didn't exist in his eyes; a stunningly beautiful face was revealed to him without reservation.

Her features were exquisite, her skin like jade, and under the cool sunlight, she exuded an indescribable liveliness.

Only a faint red mark on her cheek, like a patch of crimson in the snow, was breathtaking, yet also carried a touch of poignant beauty.

In Jiang Chen's eyes, the red mark was like a minor flaw in a flawless piece of jade. Far from being ugly, it added a touch of human warmth to the aloof girl.

"It's so beautiful..."

He secretly admired it in his heart.

This girl exudes a gentle, water-like grace, yet her brows conceal a subtle resilience, a stark contrast to You Ruo's quirky and mischievous nature, giving her a truly unique charm.

"Such a fine cabbage shouldn't be allowed to be eaten by that brat Nie Feng." Thinking this, a slight smile played on his lips, and he abruptly asked...

"Would you like to get rid of the red spots on your face?"

"What?!"

Second Dream's delicate body trembled violently, and she hurriedly covered half of her peach-blossom cheek with her fair hand.

Jian Shui's eyes widened suddenly, her expression filled with alarm.

"How...how did you know...?"

This is the deepest scar in her heart, and the source of her inferiority complex for many years.

Aside from his master and father, there should be no one else in this world who knows this.

"I've said it before, there's nothing in this world I don't know." Jiang Chen extended his right hand, his fingers long and slender like bamboo, his smile as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Come back to Tianshan with me. I'll heal your face and then teach you swordsmanship. How about it?"

Upon closer inspection, the person is like a beautiful jade, and the hands are like slender bamboo.

That confident and dashing demeanor was so captivating on this desolate ice plain.

In the second dream, her heart pounded wildly, and a blush quietly spread from the base of her ears.

She bit her lip, and as if possessed, nodded slightly and whispered, "Okay... I'll go with you."

After saying that, she turned around and headed down the mountain.

"Let's hurry down the mountain, we're still thousands of miles away from Tianshan..."

"Walk there? That would take forever." Jiang Chen chuckled and shook his head.

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already transformed into a wisp of cloud and a gentle breeze, closing in on him.

With a gentle stretch of his long arm, he had already pulled that slender waist into his embrace.

In an instant, his figure shot up like a fleeting shadow, soaring into the sky and piercing the depths of the heavens!

Suddenly lifted into the air, Second Dream felt the wind roaring in his ears like thunder.

With her eyes tightly closed, she had no idea where she was and thought she had been forcibly abducted, so she struggled in panic.

"Ah—!!! What are you doing?! You pervert! Let me go!"

A scream pierced the air, and her face turned pale with grief.

"Oh? I'll grant your wish."

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow and responded with a half-smile.

Words are law, and the arm around her waist suddenly loosened.

call--!

The support vanished instantly, leaving my waist feeling empty.

Second Dream felt a sudden lightness in her body, and she felt like a kite with a broken string, falling straight down from a height of ten thousand meters!

At first, all I could hear was the howling of the wind.

In the blink of an eye, the descent was like a falling star, and the fierce wind cut across their faces like sharp blades.

She instinctively opened her eyes, feeling as if her soul had left her body.

The mountains, which were originally as small as mustard seeds, suddenly magnified in the field of vision, bringing with them a sense of oppressive force that could crush everything, and crashed into the eyes!

1,000 meters... 100 meters... 10 meters!

The hard earth rushed towards her, and the breath of death seemed to have already choked her.

"ah--!!!"

The scream changed tone in mid-air; it was the most instinctive fear when facing death.

On the brink of life and death, a streak of light flashed by like a fleeting shadow, arriving first despite being delayed.

The next moment, her waist tightened suddenly.

That warm and generous embrace once again held her firmly in place.

"Should we let go further?"

A playful whisper reached my ears, carried on the wind.

Second Dream was already terrified, her mind blank. She clung tightly to Jiang Chen, like a frightened octopus, babbling incoherently:

"Yes...oh no...no...yes..."

She didn't know if she wanted him to hold her tight, or not let go, or if she was so frightened that she just wanted to beg for mercy; in any case, it turned into this kind of intriguing nonsense.

After a long while, the shock subsided.

She dared to open one eye tremblingly and subconsciously look down.

The snow-covered mountains at dusk have all turned into dust as small as a mustard seed.

The vast expanse of clouds and waves turned into ripples beneath my feet.

Although the fierce winds of the Nine Heavens were biting, they were kept out by a layer of faint golden light, making one feel as safe as if walking on flat ground.

"Heavens...heavens..." Her body stiffened, her thoughts almost completely cut off. "Are you human or a ghost? How can your lightness skill allow you to fly so high?!"

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes, a playful smile playing on his lips: "This isn't some kind of light-footed skill, this is called—flying on a sword!"

"Flying on a sword?!"

Second Dream subconsciously looked down at the feet of the two people.

However, amidst the faint golden light, apart from the churning clouds, not a single sword could be seen.

She looked up, somewhat bewildered, and stammered, "But... there's no sword at my feet."

"Um... let's call it 'Wind Rider Flying,' it's all the same anyway."

Jiang Chen touched his nose, his tone casual, as if this astonishing supernatural power was nothing more than a trivial matter that he could easily accomplish.

"wind……"

Upon hearing this word, Second Dream's heartstrings seemed to be gently plucked.

A complex expression flickered across the depths of his cool, clear eyes.

She couldn't help but think of her pen pal, with whom she had exchanged letters but had never met in person.

Where is that gentle and refined man, whose words are full of chivalry and tenderness?

Like a shooting star streaking across the sky, Jiang Chen, carrying his beloved, landed steadily in front of the secluded pavilion on the back mountain.

The dust remained undisturbed, not even the fallen leaves on the ground were disturbed, as if this earth-shattering feat of reaching for the moon in the heavens was nothing more than a fleeting dream carried by a gentle breeze.

In the second dream, with his feet firmly on the ground, his scattered soul and spirit finally returned to his body.

She felt her face burning hot, turning as red as a crabapple after a rain, delicate and vibrant.

Her delicate hands were still tightly gripping Jiang Chen's clothes, as if she was reluctant to let go.

"We're here," Jiang Chen whispered teasingly in her ear. "Still reluctant to let go? Do you find my arms too warm?"

"ah?!"

Second Dream, like a startled rabbit, hurriedly hopped away, her ears turning so red they were almost bleeding.

She lowered her head, twisting her fingers shyly, and explained, "Who...who can't bear to part with it! I just...my legs are a little weak..."

Just then, a gentle breeze rustled through the bamboo grove.

Amidst the verdant bamboo shadows, You Ruo stood quietly, holding a steaming bowl of ginseng soup.

Originally, I was overjoyed and came especially to enjoy the company of my beloved, but I never expected that when I looked up, I would see such a scene of mutual affection.

You Ruo felt a fire rising in her heart, and her original tenderness instantly turned into overwhelming bitterness.

"Jiang Chen! Who is she?!"

A sharp cry, filled with endless grievances and sorrow, shattered the tranquility of the back mountain.

"Oh, it's You Ruo."

Jiang Chen, however, regarded the thunderous rage as a gentle breeze, as if it were nothing more than a carefree cloud or a wild crane.

He casually straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, his expression calm and composed.

"What, bringing me soup again?"

"You're kidding me!"

You Ruo stomped her feet in anger and slammed the ginseng soup in her hand heavily onto the stone table, splashing some soup.

She pointed directly at him, her words dripping with veiled insults: "No wonder you were nowhere to be seen this morning, you've been out fooling around! And you even brought a woman back with you! How could you... how could you do this to me?!"

"What do you mean by 'fooling around'?" Jiang Chen wasn't annoyed. He just pursed his lips, lazily picked up the bowl of ginseng soup, and took a small sip.

"It's a bit bland; remember to add more goji berries next time. This is the second dream I had; I brought her back to treat her illness."

"Treatment? Does treating illness require this kind of hugging and cuddling?!"

This explanation, instead of calming the anger, only added fuel to the fire.

You Ruo's almond-shaped eyes widened, as if a jar of aged vinegar in her heart had been completely overturned, its sourness soaring to the sky.

"I think you've taken your treatment to the bedside! Humph! I'm ignoring you! I'm going to go find my father to settle this!"

After saying that, she stamped her foot heavily, flicked her emerald green sleeves, and turned to leave.

Although it was an act of feigned crying, his back view revealed a sense of determination as he headed straight for the lakeside pavilion, clearly intending to seek revenge on the "retired emperor" Xiong Ba.

The wind rustled through the treetops, and fallen leaves drifted down.

Second Dream stood quietly in place, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, caught in a dilemma.

She watched the departing verdant figure, then glanced at the innocent-looking culprit beside her, and finally, feeling uneasy, she timidly asked:

"Um...Young Master Jiang...did I...affect your relationship as a couple? Perhaps...I should leave?"