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

Chapter 88 Entrustment

"This is......."

Luo Wanju originally thought victory was assured, but unexpectedly, as soon as she took off, she felt a throbbing pain in her head, a pain that felt like it was about to tear her apart at any moment.

Suddenly feeling weak all over, the hidden weapons he had been holding ready could only fall to the ground with a clatter.

"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood gushed out, and Luo Wanju's body fell heavily through the air.

"Backlash from the Illusionary Mind Technique? How could this be?!"

"That's because my understanding of the Illusionary Mind Technique is not yet complete, but has already reached a minor level of mastery!"

Feng Bugui, who had been silently watching from the side, said bitterly to his master, "Master, I'm sorry!"

"Xiao Cheng! You!" No wonder it backfired. Xiao Cheng's will could no longer be forcibly stripped away, and in the process, the opponent's will inevitably become tainted and entangled on him.

Even if one notices it, one might assume it's a normal phenomenon during the process of deprivation, unaware that the other person's will was never actually taken away.

If the other party has other ideas, the lingering resentment within you will be like a spark that can easily ignite you.

Unfortunately, he was exerting all his strength, so the backlash was naturally heavier and more intense.

"Good, very good, Bu Gui, you truly are a worthy disciple of your master!"

I never imagined that after carefully planning everything I knew my days were numbered, I would still end up like this because of a single careless move.

Does he regret it? No, he would still do the same thing if he had to do it again.

The only regret was not having thoroughly investigated his disciple. Who could have imagined that he would have honed the Illusionary Mind Technique to a minor level of mastery in just one or two years?

Based on his past performance, it would have taken him at least twenty years to achieve this.

Such is the will of Heaven, what can be done?

"Sect Leader Luo, you're not being honest!" The hand exerted a little force on Luo Chuan's head, and Luo Chuan's pain was clearly visible.

If Shen Che exerts just a little more effort, this promising young man will have to pass away before his father.

"No, Master Shen, I've said everything I needed to say. I truly don't know anything else!"

"All I know is that the man took one thing from your father and then left. I've never seen him again since!"

"What is it?"

"I don't know. I'm just an executor. I don't ask about anything else. The more I know, the less good it does me."

Shaking her head, Luo Wanju could no longer struggle. The backlash from the Illusionary Mind Technique resulted in the unsheathed sword intent eroding her relentlessly.

The rift deep within his mind was widening, and he felt his consciousness being torn apart bit by bit, even though his efforts to stabilize his injuries were in vain.

Luo Wanju clearly felt that he had entered the countdown, and his time was probably really running out.

Moreover, there was the new master of Hidden Sword Manor right in front of him, a terrifying figure who could take his life at any moment.

Today, he probably won't be able to leave here.

"Master Shen, if you want to avenge your father, you can take my life. But Chuan'er knows nothing about this, and he has no idea about our relationship."

"Master Shen, I beg you, please spare him!"

"I won't return!" Her gaze fixed on her former disciple, Luo Wanju's voice was pleading, "Consider this my final request, I won't return!"

"Shenzhuang..."

"Whether he knows or not is not up to him to decide!" With a wave of his hand, interrupting Feng Bugui, Shen Che gently pressed down on Luo Chuan, and an extreme sword intent rushed into his body.

However, the sword intent didn't kill him; instead, it penetrated deep into his body. Shen Che could kill him at any time, if he so desired.

Seeing this, Luo Wanju breathed a sigh of relief; at least Luo Chuan wouldn't die now.

The next moment, Feng Bugui stepped forward and used his Illusionary Mind Technique to wake Luo Chuan from his coma.

When Luo Chuan opened his eyes, he felt his head was spinning and he was completely disoriented.

It's like having a long nightmare, and when you wake up, you can't quite tell whether it's reality or an illusion.

It took him a while to come out of this daze and begin to feel the changes in his body.

Hmm? No change at all?

Didn't my master tell me to integrate the intent of the Illusionary Mind Technique? Why do I still feel empty and lack that sense of control?

"Junior Brother Luo, do you know anything about Master's situation? Also, do you know anything about your relationship with Senior Uncle?"

"What do you know?" His head was still buzzing, and he subconsciously answered, "What happened to my senior uncle? What happened to my relationship with him?"

The three questions left Luo Chuan, who had just regained some clarity, somewhat bewildered again. "Senior Brother, although my Uncle-Master has always taught me with great care, I was raised by Master himself."

"My master has treated me with boundless kindness. I cannot change my allegiance for the sake of the sect leader position. Please forgive me, senior brother and senior uncle!"

"It seems he really doesn't know anything!" Feng Bugui stared intently into Luo Chuan's eyes until he finally felt relieved.

This junior brother is genuinely confused; he's not pretending.

"Could it be your master's illusionary mind technique?" Shen Che, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but ask, "Can your Illusionary Mind Sect's illusionary mind technique conceal some memories?"

"No, if you want to fuse the intent of the Illusionary Heart Technique, then Junior Brother Luo must be pure. If Master used the Illusionary Heart Technique on him before, then the fusion will definitely fail."

"Therefore, Master wouldn't do that. Besides, the Illusionary Mind Technique could be discovered and broken, and knowing nothing is the best and optimal choice."

"Uncle-Master!" At this moment, Luo Chuan's gaze shifted elsewhere and he saw Luo Wanju, who had fallen to the ground in a disheveled state.

"Uncle-Master, what's wrong with you!"

"It's a backlash from the Illusionary Mind Technique; the fusion failed. Junior Nephew Luo, you failed to fuse with the essence of the Illusionary Mind Technique. This position of successor... I'm afraid..."

"Senior Uncle, this disciple has never coveted the position of sect leader; this position should belong to Senior Brother!"

"Good boy!" Struggling to prop herself up, Luo Wanju stroked his head, forcing a smile. "From now on, you must diligently assist your senior brother, understand?"

"I know, Uncle-Master, don't worry, I will definitely assist my senior brother well."

Upon hearing Luo Wanju's words, Luo Chuan not only showed no sign of frustration, but seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had shaken off a heavy burden.

Feng Bugui, who was standing to the side, also sighed slightly. He knew that his master was not saying these words to Luo Chuan, but to him.

"I am very relieved to entrust the leadership of the new sect to you, Bu Gui!" These were his last words of advice, and also his heartfelt words.

Looking up at Feng Bugui, Luo Wanju's eyes were full of pleading; this was the first time her master had looked at her like this.

Feng Bugui remained silent. The position of sect leader of the Illusionary Heart Sect was truly not a necessity for him. It was only because everyone had hoped he would become the leader that he had been striving towards that goal.

But now, is it really necessary to fight like this for the position of sect leader? He is truly exhausted.