In the world of martial arts, I can invest in countless realms.

Chapter 82 Master?

"Are you so sure I'll come along?"

Shen Che originally planned to make a brief appearance and then leave, but before leaving, he couldn't help but ask a question.

When Feng Bugui deliberately brought up the matter of the old master of Cangjian Manor, I had already figured out many things.

The other party most likely knew his identity; he was betting that he would care about the death of the old master of Cangjian Manor.

Shen Che did care, not only because he was the original owner's father, but also because the ambush and killing of his father was a constant threat in his mind.

Who knows if these people achieved their goal after ambushing and killing the old manor lord? What if they didn't? If the knife could cut the old manor lord, it could also cut this new manor lord.

So it's hard to say when this threat might come upon him.

Faced with the questioning, Feng Bugui simply smiled and said, "Of course, because I knew you would come!"

"Am I right? The new master of Hidden Sword Manor, Shen Che, Master Shen!"

"So you did know who I was, which means our encounters weren't coincidences, and also..."

At this point, Shen Che quietly looked at the other person and said, "Feng Bugui, your junior sister hid the secret manual with me that night. Was it you who secretly guided her?"

"Yes, now that things have come to this, I have nothing to hide from you. It really was me!" Nodding, Feng Bugui admitted without the slightest hesitation.

"I was the one who led my junior sister to your place, and I was the one who lured away all those who were chasing her. Otherwise, she would have been captured long ago."

"It was wrong of me to lure you into this, but I had no choice, because I was powerless to do anything on my own."

"But if I don't lure you into this, will you be outside of it? Your father, the former master of Hidden Sword Manor, was killed. Do you really think you, the new master, won't care?"

Lying half-reclined, Feng Bugui's brows furrowed occasionally from the slightest movement, causing him excruciating pain, but he maintained a smile on his face.

"More than half a year ago, the old master of Cangjian Manor was killed, and his elite entourage was wiped out. The young master of Cangjian Manor was known for his weak health and incompetence. People in the martial arts world thought that Cangjian Manor would fall into internal strife."

"Until you made a name for yourself at your Hidden Sword Manor clan gathering. At just over ten years old, you reached the half-step Innate Realm and secured this position."

"You know, at first I was just surprised, but I didn't take it to heart. Although a teenager at the half-step innate level has extremely high potential, it's not something to be surprised about."

"It wasn't until your battle at Hundred Herbs Valley that I realized that being half-step Xiantian was far from your limit. It was from that moment that I truly began to have designs on you."

"You've been hiding your abilities too well; the level you displayed in Hundred Herbs Valley might just be the tip of the iceberg."

"So, the only way to save the Illusionary Heart Sect is to bring you into the game!"

At this point, Feng Bugui's expression turned calm. "Master Shen, rest assured, I will give you an explanation!"

"Good, Feng Bugui, you truly deserve to be the senior disciple of the Illusionary Heart Sect!" Staring intently at the other party, the thought that the source of his recent relentless pursuit was this very person gave him an urge to kill him outright.

However, he managed to restrain himself in the end. Feng Bugui now has a look of suicidal intent on his face, which means he has probably already decided on his fate.

His current state is very likely the result of something he had prepared for all along.

"Then you were responsible for your fourth junior brother's death too?"

"No, I never intended to kill my junior brother, and I didn't do it!"

"Cough cough!" In a moment of excitement, coupled with the stimulation of the excruciating pain all over his body, Feng Bugui couldn't help but cough a few times, and it took a long time for the pain to subside.

"I didn't expect my fourth junior brother to die. I never thought that several of my junior brothers and sisters would have accidents one after another."

"That's why I had to abandon the gradual approach and choose the most direct method."

"Someone's coming!" Just as Feng Bugui was about to say something, Shen Che suddenly interrupted him.

In Shen Che's perception, not only had someone come, but the sect leader of the Illusion Heart Sect had come in person, and he was the only one there.

His figure was completely hidden in the shadows, as if he had never been there at all. It seemed that only Feng Bugui's shadow existed in the dungeon, swaying uncertainly with the dim candlelight.

"Bugui, I've come to see you!" With a familiar voice, Luo Wanju, the leader of the Huanxin Sect, slowly walked in.

When he saw Feng Bugui in such a pitiful state, his once straight back seemed to hunch over, and his eyes seemed to hold an unconcealable sorrow.

He didn't look like a sect leader; he looked more like an old man in his twilight years.

"Don't blame your master. I'm already on my own in the Illusionary Heart Sect. I have to protect your fourth junior brother and fifth junior sister."

"Don't worry, if you are truly innocent, your master will fight tooth and nail to protect you. No one can take your position as the sect leader's successor!"

"I'm sorry to trouble you for now, but I won't be returning!"

"You're not Master, are you? Who are you? What's your purpose?" Feng Bugui remained silent at first, but after staring at him for a while, he finally spoke with certainty.

"What nonsense are you spouting? I've raised you for over thirty years since you were six and started your apprenticeship. How dare you doubt your master?"

"Master? It is precisely because Master raised me for more than thirty years that I know you are not him."

"Sigh!" Luo Wanju sighed deeply, straightening her previously hunched back, and the worry and heartache in her eyes as she looked at Feng Bugui were gone.

It is a kind of coldness, a coldness that penetrates to the bone.

"Don't go back, you know, you can't be too smart!"

The cell door opened, and Luo Wanju strode in. She grabbed him directly. Feng Bugui was completely powerless to resist and could only let himself be handled like a chick.

The moment he was caught, a silver needle was pierced into his body. Instantly, Feng Bugui felt numb and weak all over, and his consciousness seemed to become somewhat blurred.

He couldn't even speak, let alone breathe.

Once outside the dungeon, Luo Wanju easily led him away from everyone and brought him back to the sect leader's private courtyard.

Feng Bugui, who was being held in someone's hand, could only feel the evening breeze whistling past his ears. He could only watch helplessly as he was taken away.

Upon entering the courtyard, Feng Bugui felt as if he could smell something at the tip of his pen. In a short while, his consciousness and strength seemed to return.

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone you were impersonating my master?"

"Ha!" Luo Wanju scoffed dismissively, saying nonchalantly, "Are you really stupid or just pretending? You're a traitor to your sect now. Everything you say is nothing but slander. Who would believe you? Who would dare to believe you?"

"Besides, do you really think you'll have a chance?"

Upon entering the lobby, Luo Wanju fumbled along the wall for a while, and in no time, a dark tunnel appeared on the table.

Holding Feng Bugui, they went inside, crossed the passageway, and arrived at a dark room. Luo Wanju threw him inside and closed the steel-forged door.

It was pitch black inside, without the slightest light.

Suddenly, a coughing sound came from beside him, and the familiar voice made Feng Bugui tremble slightly.

"Master?"