I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

The soup bowl landed gently on the stone table, making a clear, crisp sound that echoed through the quiet pavilions in the back mountain.

Jiang Chen smiled, his expression open and honest, yet with a hint of playfulness.

He gazed quietly at the ethereal young woman before him, as if admiring a rare and precious treasure.

"Husband and wife?" He gently shook his finger, speaking with an air of self-righteousness.

"You're overthinking it. At most, we're... well, dating. We're completely innocent, we haven't even gotten married yet."

A gentle breeze stirred, and his gaze seemed to deepen and become distant as he quietly stared into the girl's clear, autumn-water-like eyes.

"Besides, as a Supreme Elder of the Outer Heavens, what's wrong with having a few more confidantes? Isn't that perfectly reasonable?"

The second dream was stunned, her mouth slightly agape, and for a moment she was speechless.

She had never seen such a shameless person, who could utter such philandering words in such a fresh and refined way, even with a hint of self-righteousness.

Second Dream blushed, veins bulging on her forehead, and argued, "Healing the face can't be considered a matter of beauty... Healing the face!... Can a cultivator's affairs be considered a matter of beauty?"

Then came a string of incomprehensible phrases, such as "a doctor's benevolence" and "no debts owed," which filled the quiet pavilion in the back mountain with a joyful atmosphere.

Her embarrassed and annoyed appearance truly resembled that of a serene fairy whose secrets had been exposed, now fallen to the mortal realm, both disheveled and displaying a stubborn refusal to admit defeat.

Whether you leave or not, it won't be up to you then.

Jiang Chen smiled knowingly, but the playful expression gradually faded, and his expression became solemn.

He stood with his hands behind his back, speaking slowly in the cool breeze: "Alright, enough of the small talk. Now that we're here, let's get down to business."

"Is this serious business?" Second Dream paused slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"Practice all the knife and sword techniques you have learned."

Upon hearing this, a sly glint flashed in Di Er Meng's beautiful eyes, as if she had finally grasped some weakness in the other party, and she smiled, pursing her lips:

"Didn't you just say there wasn't a single martial art in the world you didn't know? Why are you making me demonstrate it now? You've exposed yourself!"

Jiang Chen wasn't annoyed; he simply smiled faintly, a smile that appeared remarkably composed.

"I know the moves, of course, but everyone brings out the same flavor in them. The same sword technique in your hands and in your father's hands are two different things. What I want to see is your 'flavor'."

He flicked his sleeves lightly, his voice as calm as still water:

"To cure the red spots on your face, we must first resolve the conflict between the sword and saber energies within your body. Words alone are useless; I need to tailor a new martial art for you that perfectly integrates the essence of swords and sabers, based on your martial arts characteristics."

"To create...a new martial art?"

The second dream left me with a sense of unease and uncertainty.

Creating one's own martial arts style requires a grandmaster and at least several years of painstaking effort to achieve.

This young man in white actually claims to "create on the spot" and treats it as nothing special?

However, remembering the supernatural power she had just displayed, which allowed her to ride the wind through the clouds, she ultimately chose to believe.

"it is good."

She gently unsheathed the long sword from her waist, stood up, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her agitated mind.

"First, there's the family heirloom, 'Seven Deadly Poems of Heartbreak'!"

In an instant, the once quiet courtyard was filled with a chilling wind and a murderous aura.

A chilling, desolate sword intent soared into the sky, as if to sever all ties in this mortal world, sending shivers down one's spine.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze quietly fixed on the arena.

Amidst the sharp sword shadows, the girl's figure moved as lightly as a feather, graceful as a startled swan, her clothes fluttering in the wind.

He smiled, secretly admiring her. Such a cold and ruthless aura could be transformed into a touch of ethereal beauty by her dance, truly like a stunning painting.

A moment later, the sword's momentum changed again.

The fierce sword intent quietly disappeared, replaced by the agility and elegance of the Sword Sect's ultimate techniques.

The sword light flowed like a gentle stream, endlessly tracing graceful arcs in the quiet courtyard.

However, precisely because of this, the two states of mind within the body are completely opposite.

Whenever a move is transitioned into a new phase, the internal energy within the body will feel somewhat stagnant.

The red spot on her cheek would also cause a dull ache, like a fine needle piercing into flawless jade, making one sigh with regret.

Jiang Chen stood with his hands behind his back, a golden light suddenly flashing deep in his eyes.

Under the mysterious and unfathomable Heavenly Eye, everything in the world seems to become crystal clear.

Every movement of the girl, every flow of true energy, and even the slightest blockage in her meridians were as clear to him as the lines on his palm.

Deep within the left pupil, golden runes danced like a whirlwind, evolving into a vast galaxy.

The golden figure sitting cross-legged seemed to come alive, its hands constantly moving, dismantling the complex moves, removing the dross and eliminating the conflict, and reconstructing yin and yang in nothingness.

"The Seven Deadly Sins of Love are too forceful and domineering, while the Sword Sect's swordsmanship leans towards agility and elegance. The essence of these two is inherently contradictory; forcing yourself to cultivate both will only damage your meridians..."

"If we are to truly integrate, we must no longer be bound by the lifeless form of swords and blades."

With a thought, the golden runes evolved even more rapidly.

Jiang Chen gazed at the beautiful figure sweating profusely in the arena, a faint smile playing on his lips:

"Since you don't want to sever your emotional ties, then let your emotions guide you to the Dao. Transform the intent of the blade into the soul of the sword, fusing all techniques into one. As long as there is a sword in your heart, everything in this world can become a sword in your hand..."

Amidst the thrilling deductions, a peerless martial art, tailor-made for the beautiful woman before them, gradually takes shape in silence, like a colorful butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

A moment later, the golden light that filled the sky quietly faded away, and Jiang Chen's eyes regained their clarity.

Looking at the slightly apprehensive girl in front of him, he calmly said:

"The Seven Deadly Sins of Emotion that you originally practiced was too fierce, while the Sword Sect Sword Technique was too soft. Yin cannot produce life alone, and Yang cannot grow alone. This is the root cause of the red spots on your face."

"I have now created a brand new martial art for you, called the Great Dream Sword Technique."

"Forget those rigid sword forms and techniques, and instead grasp their essence. Use your will to control your energy, and all things will become your sword. Dominance is the foundation, agility is the soul, strength and gentleness are at your command, and yin and yang are all within a single thought."

After saying that, he extended his slender fingertip and gently touched the woman's brow.

"Concentrate your mind and guard your spirit."

A gentle golden light, like a sudden enlightenment, flowed from her fingertips into her sea of ​​consciousness.

boom!

In the second dream, a roar filled his mind as countless exquisite moves and profound qi circulation techniques surged forth like a tidal wave.

This is a supreme method that completely transcends the limitations of swords and blades, pointing directly to the origin of swordsmanship.

She subconsciously circulated her internal energy according to the method.

The two opposing forces of true energy within his body, which had been clashing for many years, miraculously calmed down at this moment.

They followed a strange rhythm and began to slowly merge and flow.

What followed was a refreshing coolness emanating from the red spots on my cheeks.

"This...this is..."

The stubborn ailment that had plagued her for years actually showed signs of healing under the cool, refreshing aura!

"Thank you so much, Young Master Jiang... no, thank you so much, Senior, for saving my life!"

Overwhelmed with excitement, Di Ermeng's delicate body trembled slightly as she prepared to kneel in a deep bow.

Jiang Chen reached out and gently supported her wrist.

He looked at the girl in front of him with a half-smile and teased, "Why are you calling me 'senior'? It makes me sound old. How about a nicer way to address me?"

In the second dream, she felt a blush spreading across her face, and her voice, barely audible, whispered, "Brother Jiang... Brother Jiang..."

"Hmm, that sounds much better."

Jiang Chen nodded in satisfaction, his gaze turning towards the direction of the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

He stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly in the cool breeze: "Alright, now that your injuries are mostly healed, all that's left is to work it out. You should cultivate on your own in the pavilion and not slack off."

Before he finished speaking, his figure vanished silently into the cool wind, like a wisp of smoke.

The afterimage gradually faded away, and the person had vanished without a trace.

A gentle breeze swept through the courtyard, leaving the beautiful woman alone.

Second Dream gently stroked her burning cheeks, gazing in the direction the person had left, her eyes filled with a dazed look, her heart churning with emotion.

After a long while, she took a deep breath and tried to calm her turbulent emotions.

"The Great Dream Sword Technique..."

As she experienced the wondrous and unpredictable methods within her sea of ​​consciousness, a strong urge suddenly surged within her—she wanted to try out this new method!

Clang!

The longsword was drawn, its cold light reflecting off the remaining snow.

The newly generated true energy surged forth like a mighty river, instantly pouring into the sword.

"Seeing flowers in a dream!"

With a slight flick of her wrist, the sword traced a strange yet beautiful arc in the air.

In an instant, the void in the courtyard seemed to tremble slightly, rippling like water.

The sword energy that filled the sky was no longer formless and intangible; it transformed into thousands of crystal-clear petals, which fluttered down one after another.

Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist.

Each seemingly delicate petal is actually a sharp sword capable of cleaving through the air.

The truth is hard to discern; her beauty is beyond compare, yet a deadly intent lurks hidden in the silence.

Wherever the wind blows, the grass and trees within a hundred meters are quietly cut down by this beautiful "rain of flowers".

The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and all life was extinguished in an instant.

"It haunts my dreams!"

The sword's momentum suddenly changed, shifting from feint to real.

No longer a shower of petals dancing in the air, but transformed into a thick, viscous force, continuous and endless, as if it wanted to entwine the entire world within it.

The fierce sword intent transformed into an invisible cage, while the supple sword energy wove a net that bound the heavens and earth.

One forceful and the other gentle, intertwined and entangled, firmly locking the massive boulder weighing tens of thousands of pounds in front of them.

Click click click—!

A sickeningly loud scraping sound echoed in the quiet courtyard.

The granite, as hard as iron, began to slowly twist and deform under the pressure of the invisible sword energy, as if it had sunk into an invisible giant millstone.

Stone chips flew everywhere, crumbling inch by inch, turning into dust that filled the sky.

"The moment of awakening!"

The tender and poignant atmosphere reached its peak at this moment, but Second Dream's gaze suddenly turned cold.

The tender threads of affection snapped in an instant, transforming into the most ruthless killing intent in the world!

boom!

All things return to oneness, and extreme stillness transforms into extreme movement!

A dazzling cross-shaped blade of light, ten zhang long, exploded out of thin air. With a terrifying whistling sound that tore through space, it slashed down fiercely!

The artificial mountain in front of them, along with the ground below, was instantly cleaved in two by this domineering and unparalleled sword strike.

The sword mark was bottomless, its edges charred black, exuding a chilling aura of destruction.

This move is to deliver the cruelest and most sobering blow when a person is immersed in the deepest part of their dream.

Devastating and indestructible.

"call……"

Second Dream exhaled a breath of stale air, her beautiful eyes filled with undisguised excitement, before her expression became increasingly solemn.

There is one last move, which is also the most difficult.

"A dream that lasts a thousand years!"

This style does not emphasize the form of the moves, but rather the spirit of the artistic conception.

She slowly closed her eyes, her mind completely merging into a wondrous sword intent.

A complex mix of emotions stirred within her because of Jiang Chen—shyness, gratitude, admiration, and a budding affection that she herself was unaware of.

hum!

An invisible wave emanated from her, spreading outwards like ripples.

Within a radius of several dozen feet, the world seemed to lose its color in that instant.

The world has lost its hustle and bustle, leaving only a vast expanse of black and white.

The wind stopped, and the clouds dispersed.

The fallen, withered leaves mysteriously froze in mid-air.

Even the dust in the air seemed to be frozen in the amber of time.

A glance that lasts a lifetime, a time-space imprisonment.

Although it was only for a brief moment, Second Dream felt as if her spirit had been greatly drained.

Her legs buckled, and she nearly fell on the cold ground.

However, the shock in her eyes was beyond words.

"This...this is a mental attack involving the spacetime domain?"

"Brother Jiang... just who are you? How can you create such a world-shaking martial art so easily..."

Coming to her senses, she looked around.

The courtyard was in complete disarray, with rubble scattered everywhere and deep ravines crisscrossing the area.

The once tranquil and elegant courtyard of the Supreme Elder's Pavilion now looks as if it has just experienced a catastrophe, with not a single intact paving stone left.

Second Dream's heart skipped a beat.

He was so engrossed in the profound sword intent that he completely failed to stop.

"We're doomed... They've demolished Brother Jiang's yard..."

She shrank back, looked at the mess on the ground, stuck out her tongue guiltily, and felt uneasy.

"Given the state of things... I hope Brother Jiang won't be angry with me when he gets back, right?"