At this moment, Su Lai also came over, supporting the unconscious Da Hu. Upon seeing that it was a wooden figure, his expression turned grave, "This is... a dummy?"
Yu Daohen nodded, feeling around the object to see where Da Hu's soul was hidden.
Suddenly, a golden light burst from the wooden figure's chest.
Su Lai, quick as lightning, raised his hand to shield the unconscious Da Hu.
Yu Daohen reacted swiftly, condensing his Di Kun hand and stabbing it into the wooden figure's heart. He felt a bead and then crushed it with force.
The bead instantly shattered, and the wooden figure finally became still.
"As expected, Master Yu reacted quickly."
Su Lai let out a long sigh of relief. He knew without a doubt that this was a self-destruct sequence.
Yu Daohen remained silent. He took the wooden figure apart and searched it thoroughly, but he couldn't find Da Hu's soul. His expression darkened, "Da Hu's soul isn't on this wooden figure."
Upon hearing this, Su Lai was bewildered, "That's impossible. Da Hu clearly fainted after crashing into this thing."
Yu Daohen was also perplexed.
With his strength, he could sense any cultivator within a fifty-meter radius.
Yet, from beginning to end, there hadn't been any cultivators nearby.
Moreover, he was certain that Da Hu's soul had been absorbed by this wooden figure.
But why couldn't he find it on the figure?
No!
Yu Daohen suddenly realized.
There was another possibility: someone from their line of work was nearby.
He couldn't sense them because that person was stronger than him!
But were there still people stronger than him in this world?
If it were one-on-one, none of the experts on the Black List of the martial world could defeat him.
However, there were always people better than you, and skies beyond the skies. Who could dare claim to be invincible?
Yu Daohen looked towards the carriage ahead and said, "Old Su, take Da Hu back to the carriage. I'm going to meet that guy."
Su Lai nodded, supported Da Hu, and returned to their compartment. Yu Daohen, on the other hand, stood up and walked towards the carriage in front.
He wanted to see who this person was.
At the same time, in Liu Feng's private compartment.
A figure wearing a hooded jacket, whose face was obscured, walked towards them.
Liu Feng merely glanced at the figure, and his expression suddenly turned grim.
The little girl was still telling Liu Feng a joke, completely unaware that the figure had already arrived.
The person didn't look at either of them but walked straight ahead. As they passed, a hand suddenly reached out towards the little girl's shoulder.
Liu Feng moved with incredible speed, grabbing the little girl's hand and pulling her to his side. Immediately after, he thrust a hand knife forward.
The figure instinctively raised its hand to block, but Liu Feng's hand knife had already pierced its chest.
It was not flesh and blood.
Feeling the wrong texture, Liu Feng frowned slightly and grunted, "Scram!"
At this moment, the wooden figure also raised its head.
What met their eyes was a human face that was sewn together in a disfigured manner.
It was clearly a dummy at first glance.
The dummy's emotionless eyes stared at Liu Feng, as if assessing his true strength.
Liu Feng retracted his hand knife, his gaze icy and his expression extremely grim. He grunted again, "Scram!"
Yu Yijun also prepared for battle.
Just as the tension between them reached its peak, the wooden figure suddenly moved and turned to leave.
Seeing the wooden figure depart, Liu Feng also let out a sigh of relief. He looked at the little girl, a gentle smile on his face, "Little girl, you weren't scared, were you?"
Yu Yijun shook her head. Looking at the departing wooden figure, she couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Liu, what is that? Why can't I feel any energy from it?"
Liu Feng coughed violently a few times and said, "Luban's Art, a wooden dummy!"
"Luban's Art?"
Yu Yijun nodded with a dazed expression, but her small fists were already clenched.
Seeing this, Liu Feng patted the little girl's head and smiled, "Little girl, this Luban's Art is extremely bizarre. You might be at a disadvantage if you chase after it alone. Let's wait for your father to return."
Liu Feng would have loved to destroy this thing on the spot and then follow the trail to kill the mastermind behind it.
Anyone who dared to touch the little girl would die!
However, his current physical condition did not allow him to do so.
Just a slight move had nearly caused his old injuries to relapse.
At the same time, Su Lai, supporting Da Hu, arrived at their seats.
Liu Feng immediately recognized Da Hu's problem and said, "His soul has left his body?"
Su Lai nodded and briefly recounted what had happened.
Upon hearing this, Liu Feng's brows furrowed, "This mastermind has some skill."
Hearing this, Yu Yijun stood up, concerned, "I'll go help Father retrieve Uncle Da Hu's soul."
Liu Feng shook his head and smiled, "Little girl, your father isn't that weak. Although Luban's Art is extremely bizarre, it's still not enough to deal with your father."
Liu Feng knew Yu Daohen's true strength very well.
Someone who could slay gods was not easily dealt with.
On the other side.
Yu Daohen walked through each carriage, his eyes scanning everyone.
The train was only so large, and he didn't believe he couldn't find this person.
He walked all the way to the end without finding the person.
When he reached the last carriage, Yu Daohen narrowed his eyes and stepped inside.
The carriage was filled with many people. Yu Daohen merely glanced at them, his gaze locking onto the last person. He chuckled disdainfully, "Still not coming out?"
Although this carriage was full of people, Yu Daohen was certain.
Not a single one of them was real.
The previous two carriages were empty, so how could this carriage be full?
The person was wearing a trench coat and a jacket hat, dressed in a style that seemed to be from the 1970s. He smiled and said, "You are young, Daoist friend, but your aura is terrifyingly frightening. Could you be the current popular figure in the martial world, the peerless prodigy, Yu Daohen?"
Seeing that the other party had heard of him, Yu Daohen didn't want to waste words, "I have no enmity with you, why did you capture my brother's soul?"
The person smiled faintly, "I indeed have no enmity with you, but I have some past grievances with your grandfather."
Upon hearing this, Yu Daohen narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the person.
He couldn't gauge the person's depth, but judging by the surroundings, they were likely all wooden figures.
There was no sect known for crafting wooden mechanisms in the martial world today.
Wait!
Yu Daohen suddenly thought of something and instinctively reached for the Kang Long Mace at his back.
Luban's Art, also known as the Luban Book.
Could this fellow be a descendant of Luban?
Who Luban was, needless to say, the foremost carpenter of all time.
Legend had it that this person could do anything, from building roads and bridges to pavilions and towers, to small boxes and dolls.
But what made him famous throughout the world was the Luban Book he wrote.
The Luban Book was divided into two parts. The upper part mainly recorded techniques for building houses.
The lower part recorded more profound things, such as exchanging objects with wood and arcane arts.
Legend had it that the wooden animals made by Luban could work on their own without any energy.
This person before him was undoubtedly a descendant of Luban.