I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

Zhonghua Pavilion, once a quiet and elegant building, now stands quietly in the twilight, like an old man in his twilight years, silently weeping in the wind.

A chilly wind swept by, swirling up broken tiles and withered leaves from the ground, creating a rustling sound that echoed through the empty and deathly silent hall.

The air seemed to carry a faint smell of blood, which sent a chill down one's spine.

The surviving workers, their figures hunched over, silently cleared away the ruins. Their faces, covered in dust, were filled with terror and confusion, as if even their souls had been ripped away by this sudden catastrophe.

In the midst of this deathly silence, two figures darted in like ghosts, bringing with them a sharp gust of wind that instantly shattered the stillness.

The man on the left was burly and imposing, like an unshakeable mountain, exuding a wild aura. He was none other than the Dragon King, one of the three servants under the nameless one.

The woman on the right, with her graceful figure and longbow on her back, exuded a compelling heroic spirit between her cool brows, like a plum blossom blooming alone in the dead of winter, proud and unyielding. She was none other than Feng Wu.

"What happened?!" The Dragon King stared wide-eyed at the carnage before him, his voice blazing with barely suppressed rage, as if he wanted to shatter the ruins. "Where is my master?!"

An injured worker staggered forward, his voice trembling and tinged with tears:

"Dragon King, Lady Fengwu, you've finally arrived! The... the boss has been captured by a group of Japanese!"

"Japanese?!" Feng Wu's eyebrows shot up, a sharp killing intent flashing in her eyes. "These Japanese pirates dared to harm my master! Which way did they go?"

"I don't know..." The waiter shook his head dejectedly, his eyes filled with despair. "They came and went like the wind, and... and the boss seems to have been poisoned, he's completely helpless..."

"Poisoning?"

The Dragon King and Feng Wu exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking.

A chilling coldness spread down his spine and throughout his body. With his master's extraordinary cultivation, if he hadn't been ambushed and poisoned, who in this world could have trapped him?

Filled with grief and indignation, the group was about to discuss a rescue plan when they suddenly heard a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps outside the door. The sound was particularly jarring in the silent ruins, as if fate were knocking urgently at the door.

A slender figure stumbled in. The woman was travel-worn and haggard, her disheveled hair plastered to her pale cheeks, making her look so wretched and helpless.

"Nameless Senior! Is Nameless Senior there?!"

His voice was hoarse and shrill, filled with endless anxiety, as if he were shouting with all his might.

"Who are you?" Feng Wu stepped forward, her gaze sharp as she warily scrutinized her.

"I...I am Bu Jingyun's...wife, Yu Chuchu." Chuchu gasped for breath, grabbing Feng Wu's sleeve as if it were the last straw in the world, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Please, please, let me see Senior Wuming! Brother Yun... Brother Yun is in trouble! Please, Senior Wuming, save him!"

"Bu Jingyun?" Upon hearing this name, the Dragon King frowned. "Bu Jingyun is in trouble too?"

"Also?" Chu Chu keenly caught that word, her heart skipped a beat, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and an ominous premonition surged into her heart like a tide.

"Senior, what...what do you mean by that? Senior Wuming, he..."

Feng Wu sighed softly, her gaze falling on the pitiful woman before her. A hint of pity flickered in the depths of her usually cold eyes.

"As you can see, the Zhonghua Pavilion has suffered a great calamity. The master... has been captured by the Japanese, and his fate remains unknown."

"What?!"

The news struck Chu Chu like a bolt from the blue. Her body trembled violently, and she froze on the spot, as if all her strength had been drained away. She felt dizzy and disoriented.

The nameless senior... was also arrested?

What about Brother Yun?

The world is vast and I have no relatives or friends here. Who can save Brother Yun?

"No...it's impossible..." Chu Chu murmured to herself, tears streaming down her face like broken pearls, dripping onto the dusty ground and disappearing instantly.

"Brother Yun has disappeared, and Senior Wuming has been captured... Could it be... could it be that no one can save them?"

Despair, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed her, sending a chill down her spine.

She traveled a long way to this place, full of hope, but she never expected to receive such heartbreaking news.

"Girl, don't cry," the Dragon King said in a deep voice, his voice rough yet reassuringly firm.

"We are discussing a plan to rescue our master. Since Bu Jingyun is also in trouble, it's most likely the work of those Japanese. Once we find their whereabouts, we will definitely rescue everyone!"

"But...but..."

Chu Chu wiped away her tears, but her mind was blank. Even the nameless senior had been captured. Could these people really rescue Brother Yun?

Tears blurred my vision, and the world seemed so pale and powerless at that moment.

Endless despair, like the overcast sky, weighed heavily on her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

Even that legendary martial arts master has been defeated and sunk to the ground. Can these few people really rescue Brother Yun from that dragon's den and tiger's lair?

She felt a deep sense of powerlessness, as if she were just a fallen leaf swaying in the wind and rain, left to be swept away by the torrent of fate.

However, just as the endless darkness was about to engulf everything, a bolt of lightning suddenly pierced through the stillness of her heart.

There's one more!

There is someone in this world who is even more mysterious and powerful than the nameless predecessor!

Although Brother Yun and that person had a blood feud involving a severed arm, their grudges and entanglements were difficult to resolve.

But she vaguely remembered that the person and the nameless senior seemed to have some unknown connection.

Now that the myth has been tarnished, perhaps only that person has a sliver of hope to reverse the tide.

Moreover, with Jiang Chen's extraordinary abilities, he will definitely be able to rescue Brother Yun!

"Yes! Let's go find Jiang Chen!"

As if grasping at the last straw, a flame rekindled in Chu Chu's eyes—a spark of hope that danced tenaciously in the cold wind.

She suddenly looked up, her gaze fixed intently on the Dragon King and Phoenix Dance, and asked urgently, "You two, do you know how to get to Tianshan?"

"Mount Tian?" Feng Wu was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. "You're going to the Outer Heavens?"

"That's right!" Chu Chu nodded emphatically, her expression so resolute it was moving. "I'm going to find Jiang Chen! Only he... only he can save Senior Wuming and Brother Yun!"

The Dragon King and Feng Wu exchanged a glance. Although they knew nothing about the legendary Outer Heaven, they seemed to have no better solution at the moment.

"The Tianshan Mountains are in the northwest, a long and arduous journey..."

Before Feng Wu could finish speaking, Chu Chu had already turned and rushed out the door.

"Thanks!"

Her voice came from afar, carrying a sense of determination.

For Brother Yun, she would go through fire and water, even begging the person who had hurt him before!

Watching Chu Chu's departing figure, Feng Wu sighed, "She's also a devoted woman."

"Stop sighing." The Dragon King clenched his fist.

"It's time for us to act. Gather all our old comrades and dig three feet into the ground to find those Japanese scum!"

After several nights of travel, as the lonely moon finally disappeared behind the clouds, the majestic Tianshan Mountains revealed their cold and imposing outline in the vast dawn.

This place is covered in snow all year round, and the cold wind is biting. It seems to be a forbidden land for living beings, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

The cold wind howled, whipping up a flurry of snowflakes that turned everything in the world into a vast expanse of white.

The wind howled fiercely, like the wailing of a vengeful ghost from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.

On the rugged and winding mountain road, a slender figure was trudging along with difficulty.

The wind and snow were like knives, cutting painfully on her face. She was dressed in thin clothes and was already shivering from the cold. Her embroidered shoes were worn out and left a bloody footprint with each step, which was then mercilessly covered by the heavy snow.

But the swirling snow could not deter her heart from saving lives.

"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang!"

The piercing cries echoed across the empty mountain path, only to be instantly swallowed by the howling wind, sounding so small and helpless.

However, the vast Tianshan Mountains were utterly silent except for the sound of the wind and its echoes.

Although Tianwaitian is famous throughout the martial arts world, it does not actually recruit disciples, making it seem exceptionally deserted, like an isolated island forgotten by the world.

"Who goes there? How dare they make such a ruckus in the Outer Heavens!"

Just as she was about to collapse from exhaustion, a cold, icy voice pierced through the wind and snow, clearly reaching her ears.

Amidst the wind and snow, a graceful figure, like a fleeting shadow, landed silently in front of Chu Chu without leaving a trace.

The woman carried two swords on her back, her face was stunningly beautiful and cold, and she exuded a chilling aura. Her eyes were even colder than the bone, as if she could see through all the illusions of the world.

"I...I need to find Brother Jiang!" Chu Chu seemed to have seen a savior, and rushed forward without hesitation, grabbing Leng Yan's sleeve tightly.

"Please, take me to see Brother Jiang! It's extremely urgent!"

Leng Yan frowned slightly, her eyes, as cold as stars, lingering on Chu Chu's face for a moment, as if she had remembered something.

Back in the day, the sword aura of Baijian Manor soared to the sky. At that time, this woman was by Bu Jingyun's side. Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, I still have some impression of her.

"It's you?" A hint of surprise flashed in Leng Yan's eyes. Although her tone was still cold, it had lost some of its sharpness.

"You are... Chu Chu? The girl beside Bu Jingyun?"

"It's me! It's me!" Chu Chu nodded repeatedly, as if grasping at a straw, tears streaming down her face.

"Miss Leng Yan, please, take me to see Brother Jiang! Brother Yun... Brother Yun is in trouble! Senior Wuming has also been captured! Please, Brother Jiang, save him!"

"Both Bu Jingyun and Wuming have been captured?"

A slight ripple finally appeared in Leng Yan's eyes, which had remained calm for millennia.

The nameless one is renowned throughout the world. If even he falls victim to such a heinous act, the martial world is truly in turmoil.

"The Grand Elder is in the back mountain." Leng Yan raised her hand and pointed to the solitary peak hidden deep in the clouds in the distance, her tone still cold.

"Just keep walking along this road until you see the attic."

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Chu Chu thanked them repeatedly, but her voice was swallowed up by the wind and snow.

Without a moment's rest, she dragged her already numb legs and ran wildly towards the back mountain deep in the clouds.

The figure appeared so small, yet so resolute, against the vast expanse of heaven and earth.

The secluded valley behind the mountain is shaded by lush bamboo, a place of tranquility and seclusion.

You Ruo and Di Er Meng were sparring in an open space.

"Dream, take this!"

With a delicate shout, You Ruo moved with the grace of a startled swan, striking out with both palms, creating a fragrant breeze that resembled a shower of petals falling from the sky.

Second Dream smiled slightly, and with a light flick of her longsword, the sword light flowed like water, drawing a beautiful arc, thus neutralizing the fierce attack.

Just as the two were locked in a fierce battle, their swords flashing, a mournful shout suddenly rang out from afar, shattering the tranquility of the secluded valley.

"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang!"

The two women were startled and immediately stopped what they were doing, looking in the direction of the sound.

At the end of the mountain path, a disheveled figure stumbled and staggered towards them, each step seemingly requiring all their strength.

"That's..." You Ruo stared intently, and when she saw the person's face clearly, her face paled. "Chu Chu?!"

"Chuchu? What brings you here?"

You Ruo rushed forward and supported the swaying body.

The clothes were icy cold to the touch, as they were soaked with sweat and snow.

Looking at Chu Chu's pitiful appearance, she felt a pang of pain in her heart.

"What happened? Why are you in this state?"

"You Ruo..." Upon seeing a familiar face, Chu Chu finally broke free of her pent-up emotions, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.

"Please, take me to see Brother Jiang... Brother Yun... Brother Yun has been captured by the Japanese! And Senior Wuming... has been captured too!"

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, both You Ruo and Di Er Meng trembled, their faces filled with shock.

"The Nameless Senior is a legend in the martial arts world, how could he be captured so easily?"

Second Dream frowned, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"It's true..." Chu Chu collapsed to the ground, her voice hoarse and filled with utter despair.

"The Zhonghua Pavilion has been destroyed. I heard it from the subordinates of the Nameless Senior... Please, help me..."

Just then, the tightly closed wooden door of the attic creaked open.

A tall, slender figure stepped out, dressed in white, pure and untouched by the world.

Jiang Chen remained calm, his eyes as deep as the cold stars in the night sky, as if nothing in this world could catch his eye.

"I already know."

His voice was calm and undisturbed, like a clear mountain spring flowing slowly, yet it carried a sense of worldly wisdom and indifference, as if he had already foreseen everything.