Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 690 - 16 Hiding Tracks and Presence (Two in One)_2

Chapter 690 -16 Hiding Tracks and Presence (Two in One)_2

The bandits and fierce brigands never had that sort of stench as if they hadn’t bathed in years; instead, there was a sense of freshness.

Remembering the rumors of three exceptionally beautiful women following the group from Divine Martial Mansion, he suddenly understood and did not dwell on this point; instead, he looked around at the surroundings.

The original buildings of the bandit camp were only glanced at and then promptly ignored.

At a higher elevation within the zone, there were three exquisitely crafted bamboo houses arrayed, verdant and dripping with vitality, with fine craftsmanship that seemed out of place with the rough bandit camp. He had wanted to check them out, but found that numerous martial artists had already surrounded the area, pushing open doors with their swords.

Even the disorganized bandit dwellings were entered without hesitation; they quickly came out with frowned brows, muttering that it was just the kitchen, showing impatience on their faces, and rushed off elsewhere.

The martial artists who came this time were all adept at tracking, possessing skills beyond the imagination of common folk.

They had already made some discoveries.

Wu Feiwen wandered aimlessly, his gaze slowly sweeping across the camp, his expression under the mask easing somewhat.

More than half a month ago, after the group from Divine Martial Mansion escaped from Wen Family, he had also gone to investigate but had failed to find any traces, compounded by the rumors of a grandmaster among the Divine Martial Mansion.

He couldn’t help thinking whether it was that master who had intervened, covering up the traces for all of Divine Martial Mansion’s people. Only a grandmaster adept at Qinggong tracking could erase all crucial clues in less than an hour, or even shorter time.

Now, even a casual glance could detect many lingering details, and even if there were indeed a grandmaster in Divine Martial Mansion, just like the rumors stated, having been severely injured by Sword Saint Pei Danding, it would be difficult for them to intervene, and he could be at ease.

With no longer a tense nerve, his mood became gentler, and seeing the amply figured woman beside him, he said with a smile,

“This place really doesn’t seem like the camp of thieves and bandits.”

The woman withdrew her gaze from the three bamboo houses on the high ground of the camp and smiled,

“Oh? Sir, where do you get that idea?”

Wu Feiwen shook his head and said, “Hard to explain, but one can feel it clearly. A tiger exudes the aura of a tiger. Chickens and rats can never pretend to be one, no matter how hard they try. I’ve crossed paths with disciples of Military Family and have never seen such a strong remnant of Military Family’s killing aura.”

The woman’s eyes hinted at deep thought, yet she replied lightheartedly,

“Perhaps it’s because they have just left, so the traces left behind are clearer.”

Wu Feiwen smiled and said,

“That’s probably the case.”

By this time, the martial artists who were like tigers out of the cage had turned the place upside down. The kitchen that had been used to cook for the past half month had been smashed, and the three bamboo houses above had been brutally torn apart, yet no hidden traces were detected, much to their disappointment.

Feng Yue watched as the bamboo houses, finely crafted by their companions, were violently hacked apart. Perhaps the bamboo used had just matured, releasing a fresh aromatic scent unique to bamboo forests as they were chopped up; inhaling deeply, she sighed,

“What a pity.”

“This bamboo house must have been built in the past day or two, only to be destroyed so easily.”

Wu Feiwen replied with a warm smile,

“They did it in hopes of finding hidden traces. According to reports, those three women came from Qingfeng Edge. If they hid messages in the bamboo houses to be secretly passed to their sect, wouldn’t it ruin our plans if we missed them?”

Feng Yue glanced at him and said,

“But clearly there was nothing.”

Wu Feiwen smiled and said, “One must always be cautious. If Miss Feng feels it’s a pity, I can find some fresh bamboo for Miss Feng another day and rebuild one for you.”

Feng Yue’s eyes gleamed as she said,

“Then I must thank you, sir.”

Wu Feiwen smiled.

“It’s a trifle, not worth mentioning.”

The martial artists who had gone to various places to search for clues gradually reconvened in front of Wu Feiwen, each with a hint of joy in their eyes. When the last martial artist also joined them, Wu Feiwen smiled and asked,

“Judging by your expressions, you must have found something.”

One of them saluted with folded hands and praised for his sharp eyesight, then looked around at his comrades and friends with a somewhat proud smile, saying,

“We thought this young master of Divine Martial Mansion was extraordinary, but it turns out he’s just a novice from Jianghu. Although they went through the area cleaning up traces, the effort was just amateurish. To an ordinary person, it may already be enough, but to us, it is full of flaws.”

“Just by comparing notes, we can pinpoint where they went, and they probably think they are completely safe. To be prepared against the unprepared is certain victory, an overwhelming victory!”

With that, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Wu Feiwen barely smiled, about to speak, when a sudden chill rose from the bottom of his heart. He sharply turned his head and saw that on the distant mountaintop, a figure in a blue shirt appeared at some unknown time, standing atop a green rock with his robe billowing. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Both hands held a Hard Bow.

The person’s eyes almost visibly shimmered with a faint cold light.

An overwhelming aura of killing intent locked onto Wu Feiwen.

His eyes narrowed like unsheathed swords, and his fingers releasing the bowstring sent out visible ripples, like the surging tide of qi waves rippling up from the mountain, a flash of light shot out with terrifying speed.

Wu Feiwen’s heart momentarily stopped.

He hastily retreated, right hand gripping the bow and fitting an arrow, his body almost falling to the ground from the swift backward speed, yet his palm remained steady, and the trembling of the bowstring sounded like the wings of a swan taking flight.