I Have the Martial Arts Heavenly Eye in the Storm Riders

"Brother Jiang!"

Upon seeing that familiar white figure, Chu Chu could no longer hold on, her knees buckled, and she collapsed heavily to her knees in the snow.

Tears streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string.

"Please, please save Brother Yun! He was wrong before, but now he's lost an arm and is a cripple... Please, for the sake of Senior Wuming, save them!"

Jiang Chen stood quietly in the wind and snow, his white clothes whiter than snow, untouched by any dust.

He looked down at the woman kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly. A faint trace of helplessness flashed in his deep, star-like eyes, which then turned into a soft sigh and dissipated in the cold wind.

Get up.

With a calm expression, he casually waved his hand, and a gentle, spring-like force appeared out of thin air, lifting Chu Chu up gently.

Seeing Chu Chu's lips, which were purple from the cold, and her thin clothes, Jiang Chen frowned slightly and turned to the maid beside him, instructing her:

"Put a coat on her, don't let her get cold."

A maidservant quickly stepped forward, brought a thick, snow-white fox fur coat, and gently draped it over Chu Chu's body.

The warm and soft fox fur instantly dispelled the chill from Chu Chu's body.

"Don't worry, Bu Jingyun and Wuming are both fine." Jiang Chen's voice was calm and gentle, as if it possessed a calming power.

"They're incredibly resilient; they won't die."

At this point, his gaze suddenly fell on Chu Chu's slightly protruding belly, and a knowing look flashed in his eyes.

"Moreover..." Jiang Chen paused, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.

"You're six months pregnant now, so you need to take extra care of yourself. If you collapse, and Bu Jingyun comes back and sees you like this, won't he blame me for not taking good care of you?"

"Brother Jiang...you...you noticed?" Chu Chu subconsciously touched her belly, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes.

"I will definitely persevere for this child."

"What?!" Upon hearing this, Yi You Ruo's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Chuchu, you...you're pregnant? That blockhead Bu Jingyun?"

"Mmm." Chu Chu nodded shyly.

"Oh my god!" Youruo exclaimed, rushing forward to carefully support Chuchu, afraid that she might bump into something.

"Then why did you travel such a long way? Quick, quick, go inside and rest! What if you upset the baby!"

The dark dungeon was deathly silent.

Only the sound of dripping water, coming from who-knows-where, echoed in this empty space, adding to the desolation and loneliness.

Nameless sat cross-legged on the damp straw mat. Although his martial arts skills were completely ruined and his meridians were broken, his mind was unusually clear and serene, like a still well without a ripple.

Deep in his mind, the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source" sword manual, which Juexin had once discarded like trash, now appeared before his eyes like a revolving lantern, page by page.

The obscure and incoherent incantations that were originally difficult to understand now seemed to come alive in his eyes, transforming into crystal clear sword intent.

"Qi leaves the wrist, reverses to Taichong..." Wuming silently chanted, trying to circulate the faint, almost imperceptible Qi within his body according to the seemingly absurd incantation.

"The universe is reversed, and softness is transformed into strength..."

Suddenly, his body jolted violently.

The dantian, which had been empty and stagnant, suddenly generated a strange suction force at this moment.

The lingering pain and waste gas in my limbs and bones seemed to transform into the purest nourishment, flowing into my dantian like rivers flowing into the sea.

"All energies arise spontaneously, the sword strikes the abandoned acupoint; the martial arts of returning to the origin, the lineage is far-reaching and the merit is long-lasting."

Wuming suddenly opened his eyes. His previously dull eyes now flashed with a captivating light, like lightning streaking across the night.

"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!" He was overjoyed, a profound realization born from facing certain death.

"The entry requirement for 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source' is actually to cripple one's own martial arts! Only by putting oneself in a life-or-death situation can one master this supreme sword path! Jue Xin, Jue Xin, by crippling my martial arts, you have actually helped me achieve my goal!"

Just as Wuming was immersed in understanding this unprecedented opportunity, a very faint sound of wind suddenly rang out in the deathly silent prison cell.

The sound was so faint that if Wuming hadn't had such keen senses at that moment, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect it.

"Who?" Wuming's expression hardened slightly, and he uttered a low shout.

"Master, it's your subordinate!"

Before the words were finished, a slender figure emerged slowly from the shadows like a ghost, kneeling on one knee.

The man moved with strange movements and had no aura at all, as if he had become one with the darkness. He was none other than Ghost Tiger, the one with the best lightness skill among the three servants under Nameless's command!

"Having learned of my master's capture, I have come to his rescue." Ghost Tiger raised his head, his eyes filled with urgency.

"Although the guards outside are strong, they can't stop me. Master, let me carry you out while no one notices!"

"No." Nameless shook his head, calmly rejecting Ghost Tiger's suggestion.

"Now that my martial arts are completely useless, even if I go out, I'll only be a burden and will only drag you down. Besides, Jue Wushen is very ambitious, so I must stay here and find out his whole plan."

"But Master, your health..." Ghost Tiger's eyes were full of worry.

"It's alright."

The nameless man's eyes shone with a divine light, as deep as the cold stars in the night sky, exuding a calmness born of having experienced many vicissitudes.

That wasn't ordinary confidence, but a kind of aloofness and resoluteness that seemed to hold the entire universe in the palm of one's hand.

"I have found a way to restore my power. Give me some time, and I will not only recover my cultivation, but also reach a higher level!"

Seeing that Wuming had made up his mind, Guihu no longer insisted and nodded heavily: "In that case, I will stay here to protect my master!"

Shh—someone's coming.

The nameless man's expression shifted slightly, and he gave a low warning.

Ghost Tiger reacted with incredible speed; with a mere sway, he rose like a wisp of smoke and instantly clung to the dark, gloomy dome.

He seemed to transform into a gecko, silently attaching himself to the darkness, becoming one with it perfectly, indistinguishable from it.

With a loud bang, the heavy iron door was violently pushed open, shattering the deathly silence in the cell.

A demon named Guichaluo walked in carrying food, his steps unsteady, clearly unaware that death was approaching.

"Dinner's ready, you old man!"

Guichalu cursed and slammed the food down on the ground, splashing some soup.

He didn't even glance at Wuming before turning to leave.

In that split second—

Whoosh!

A dark shadow fell silently from the dome, like an owl swooping down on its prey, carrying a suffocating chill, and landed quietly behind Guichaluo.

"Snap!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound suddenly rang out, sounding particularly jarring in the silent cell.

Guichalu didn't even have time to let out a scream before his neck was snapped in an instant. His body collapsed limply to the ground, his cloudy eyes wide open, as if he didn't understand what had happened until his death.

Ghost Tiger remained expressionless, deftly stripping Ghost Chaluo of his clothes and mask, and quickly putting them on himself.

A hideous demon mask was placed on his face, obscuring his original features and revealing only a pair of piercing eyes that exuded a chilling aura.

"Master, from this day forward, I will be the jailer of this prison." His voice, coming through the mask, was low and hoarse, carrying a resolute tone.

"Until the day Master masters his divine skills!"

In Japan, there is no divine palace.

This magnificent palace is built against the mountain, towering majestically like a giant beast lurking by the sea, exuding an aura of grandeur.

The sea wind howled, whipping up thousands of piles of snow that crashed against the cliff face with a thunderous roar, seemingly proclaiming the supreme authority of the land's owner to the world.

Inside the main hall, everything was resplendent in gold and jade, displaying extreme luxury.

Countless lamps made of shark oil illuminated the empty hall as bright as day, yet they could not penetrate the chilling and domineering atmosphere that permeated the air.

The God of No God, clad in golden armor, sat imposingly on the throne that symbolized supreme power.

He was as tall and imposing as a mountain, with a resolute and cold face. He exuded an aura of unparalleled dominance, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, ready to devour its prey, making people afraid to look him in the eye.

Nestled in his arms was a beautiful woman dressed in a gorgeous kimono.

The woman's skin was as white as snow, and her eyes were full of affection. Time seemed to have been exceptionally kind to her, leaving few traces on her face. Instead, it endowed her with a unique charm and allure characteristic of a mature woman.

"Reporting to the Palace Master!" A Ghost Demon knelt in the center of the hall, his forehead pressed to the ground, trembling and not daring to breathe.

"Young Master Juexin has sent word that the plan is progressing smoothly. Most of the experts from Wuming and the major sects of the Central Plains have been captured and imprisoned in secret strongholds. Furthermore, the sword manual for 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' has also been successfully obtained!"

"Hahaha! Great!"

Upon hearing this, Jue Wushen burst into wild laughter, his laughter like rolling thunder, shaking the entire hall.

His rough, large hand roamed freely over Yan Ying's smooth, jade-like back, his eyes filled with smugness and arrogance.

"Xin'er certainly didn't disappoint me! That old bastard Wuming, who tried to stop me from taking control of the Central Plains back then, is now my prisoner!"

Yan Ying chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling, and raised a glass of fine wine to Jue Wushen's lips, saying gently:

"Congratulations, Palace Master! Congratulations! The martial arts world of the Central Plains is currently leaderless; your rise to power is promising."

"Hmm." Jue Wushen downed his strong liquor in one gulp, enjoying himself immensely. He waved his hand dismissively, displaying a heroic air.

"Good! Very good! Any other news, please report it all at once!"

"Yes..." Gui Chaluo's body trembled slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he continued to report cautiously.

"There's one more thing. Lord Po Jun... has gone missing. Our men have searched the entire Central Plains but haven't found any trace of him. I'm afraid... I'm afraid he's met with some misfortune."

"Hmph, so be it if he's dead!" Jue Wushen sneered, a hint of disdain and indifference flashing in his eyes.

"Since we already have 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source', this chess piece is of no use anymore."

Seeing that the palace master did not blame him, Gui Chaluo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then seemed to think of something even more terrifying. His body trembled like a leaf, and he said tremblingly:

"Also... Young Master Juexin sent word that the Tianshan region... has not yet been captured."

"What?!"

These two words seemed to be squeezed out from between God's teeth, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

The smile that had been on his face froze instantly, replaced by a ferocious rage.

An extremely terrifying killing intent erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption, causing the candlelight in the hall to flicker violently, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

"waste!"

He slammed his hand on the armrest, and the hard, iron-like throne trembled slightly from the blow.

He roared, his voice booming like thunder, echoing endlessly throughout the hall.

"I've said it before, Tianshan is a vital area for the martial arts world of the Central Plains! It must be taken intact! What is Juexin good for?!"

Gui Chaluo was terrified, repeatedly kowtowing, his forehead slamming against the hard ground with dull thuds, blood streaming down his face.

"Palace Master, please calm your anger! Palace Master, please calm your anger! According to the Young Master's report, Tianshan is currently occupied by Duan Lang. The Young Master sent someone to infiltrate and poison it, but... but they failed. However, please rest assured, Palace Master, that once he finishes dealing with his current affairs, he will be able to take over Tianshan in no time!"

"Duan Lang?" A hint of disdain flashed in Jue Wushen's eyes, an arrogance that came from the depths of his bones.

"Duan Lang, a mere dog who used to be by Xiong Ba's side, dares to claim himself king of the mountain? Hmph, he's simply courting death!"

He pondered for a moment, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"Someone come here!"

"exist!"

"Pass on my order: summon Jedi and Skywalker to me immediately!"

"yes!"

A moment later, two figures drifted into the main hall like ghosts.

The two men, one tall and one short, exuded a chilling aura, their bodies seemingly shrouded in a thin layer of black mist, making them difficult to see clearly.

These were none other than Jedi and Skywalker, the prized disciples of Godless.

"Greetings, Master!" The two knelt in unison, their voices cold and piercing, like the friction of metal.

"Get up." Jue Wushen looked at them coldly, his gaze like a knife. "Something's happened in the Central Plains. You two must set off immediately to assist them!"

"Yes! This disciple obeys!"

The two men accepted the order and left, their figures vanishing into the darkness in an instant, as if they had never existed.

After the other people left, only Jue Wushen and Yan Ying remained in the main hall.

Jue Wushen was still furious, his chest heaving violently. The nameless fire burning inside him made him feel irritable.

The fact that Tianshan had not been conquered was like a thorn deeply embedded in his heart.

Yan Ying was a woman who was very good at reading people's expressions, and she knew exactly how to quell the man's anger at this moment.

She slowly slid down from Jue Wushen's arms, her body as supple as a snake, crouching before him like a docile kitten.

"Palace Master, why get angry over such a trivial matter?"

She raised her head, her captivating eyes filled with tenderness and flattery, as if they could drip water.

She reached out her slender hand and gently and slowly untied the belt of Jue Wushen's armor.

"Let Yingying cool you down..."

The voice was alluring and captivating, with a trembling quality that sent shivers down one's spine, gently echoing in the spacious hall.

Jue Wushen lowered his head, looking at the alluring beauty before him, at her silky, seductive eyes, and the anger in his eyes gradually transformed into a more primal, wilder flame.

He roughly pressed down on Yan Ying's head, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth, a smile that revealed a domineering and smug sense of conquering everything.

"Good! You understand my thoughts best!"