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Chapter 2928: Why Don’t You Ask Who My Master Is?

Since Joseph had been captured, the thought of asking his master for help hadn’t crossed his mind.

For one, he was too nervous. And two, this was his first time experiencing something straight out of a martial arts novel—being captured by the villain and interrogated for treasure. In the midst of the adrenaline rush, he lacked the experience to know what to do.

After being captured, he briefly considered calling the police. But his phone, smartwatch, and any other communication devices were quickly confiscated by his captors. Clearly, these people weren’t the kind of isolated martial artists from novels, completely ignorant of modern technology.

Actually, if Joseph had mentioned his master, “Song Shuhang,” earlier, or if he had called out for his master, Song Shuhang would have sensed it immediately and located him. Given Song Shuhang’s current level, he could definitely do that. After all, Song Shuhang was now a “Tri-Sage Immortal,” and his spiritual senses were more than sharp enough to detect such things.

Unfortunately, Joseph was too tense to think of that before.

It wasn’t until the rough-looking puppet before him let out a sneering laugh that he suddenly remembered—maybe he could just shout for his master, Song Shuhang!

His master, Song Shuhang, was far more powerful than any “martial arts master” in those novels. Thinking back to the “evil obsession incident,” Joseph realized that his master was more like one of the celestial beings from Chinese legends than a mere martial artist.

Though he wasn’t sure why such a celestial being would still be a student at Southeast University, perhaps his master was one of those legendary beings who enjoyed wandering the mortal world?

So maybe, if he shouted for his master, it would work! If his master was indeed a celestial being, he might be able to hear him!

“You’re still thinking of asking for help? Do you have some hidden spell for that?” The rough puppet immediately pressed its hand to the ground, activating several array patterns that rose up in a barrier, blocking any magical rescue signals.

Better safe than sorry!

Even though this Western man had lousy skills and was no longer young, his master was probably some half-baked Western holy light cultivator.

But the rough puppet was cautious by nature, so it still raised a barrier, cutting off any unexpected rescues.

Within this barrier, no matter what kind of help Joseph tried to call for, there was no way for any signal to get out!

As the barrier activated, the rough puppet bared its sharp steel teeth, staring at Joseph—go ahead, try your rescue spell!

When you realize your spell can’t break through the barrier, that’s when you’ll lose all hope!

Under the puppet’s cold gaze, Joseph opened his mouth and yelled, “Master! Help! Help me! Save me!”

There was no hidden rescue spell, no “signal-breaking rune,” or anything like that.

Joseph’s idea of calling for help was just to shout.

The rough puppet was speechless.

I can’t believe I actually fell for this foreigner’s nonsense, actually believing this low-level guy might have some high-level rescue spell or rune to save his life!

But after all that, he’s just yelling at the top of his lungs.

It felt like my intelligence had been dragged down to his level, only to be rubbed in the dirt by his abundant experience in stupidity.

At that moment, the rough puppet felt an overwhelming urge to bash this Western middle-aged man to pieces.

“Shut up!” the rough puppet shouted in anger. “Do you really think shouting is going to get anyone to hear you? Your master can’t hear your screams; he’s not coming to save you! Damn it… because of your ridiculous shouting rescue plan, I wasted a barrier setup. I can’t believe I was dumb enough to think you actually had a magical rescue method. If you keep yelling, I’ll stab you in the kidney.”

Joseph remained silent.

Barrier? Magical methods?

It sounded like this creature wasn’t just an ordinary martial arts master either, but more like his master—a celestial being, perhaps even a monster from legends.

So, does that mean my master still has a chance to save me?

Joseph felt a twinge of anxiety.

“Stop thinking about your master. Whoever he is, he can’t save you now. Tell me, where did you hide my key stone disk?” the rough puppet snarled through clenched teeth.

Joseph hesitated.

*Why don’t you ask him? Why doesn’t he ask you who your master is?* Suddenly, a soft yet familiar voice echoed in Joseph’s ear.

Though the voice was youthful, it carried the weight of years and had the tone of a wise elder.

Joseph’s eyes lit up.

It was his master!

Last time, when facing the “monster in the fog,” his master’s voice had also appeared like this!

His master had heard his cries for help!

Suddenly, Joseph felt a surge of confidence.

“Hmph!” Joseph cast a haughty look down at the rough puppet—though he was still spinning while suspended from the ceiling.

“Since you’re so sure my master can’t save me, why don’t you ask who my master is?” Joseph raised his head proudly, though the action made it hard for him to breathe. But right now, he needed to exude an air of confidence!

The rough puppet said nothing.

It didn’t want to play into Joseph’s game. After all, it had already been dragged into his foolish rhythm once, getting its intelligence rubbed in the dirt.

But even if the rough puppet didn’t want to respond, Joseph wasn’t going to stop.

“My master’s name is Song Shuhang! He’s from the Jiangnan University’s Mechanical Engineering Department!” Joseph loudly proclaimed his master’s name.

Since his master had prompted him to say it, Joseph figured the puppet must recognize the name.

In Joseph’s mind, his master was akin to a legendary martial artist. Just by mentioning his name, the entire martial arts world would give him respect.

“Song Shuhang?” The rough puppet’s reaction was far more intense than Joseph had imagined!

The puppet’s entire body trembled, and it even took a few involuntary steps backward.

Judging by the way it shook in fear, it was clear that his master wasn’t just a “famous martial artist.” No, it was more like his master was the leader of the martial arts world, whose name alone struck terror in those who heard it.

“Ba… Ba Song.” The rough puppet’s voice quivered.

Once, it thought the title “Millennium’s First Sage” was a joke.

Once, it believed that Ba Song was just a little newbie at the fourth realm.

Once, it had even stabbed Ba Song in the kidney and planned to do it again.

Once, it had cursed Ba Song.

Once, it had teamed up with the Beast Cultivation Realm’s Gorilla General to deal with Ba Song.

Once, it had even worked with the Sea King to plot against Ba Song.

But all of that was in the past.

It never imagined that the Ba Song it thought was a joke would now be dominating all the immortals across the realms, and even be a top candidate for the next Heavenly Dao.

The rough puppet trembled for a full thirty seconds.

Then, it steeled itself and transformed its right hand into a sharp blade. “How could someone with your pathetic skills be his disciple? Besides… even if you are, with this barrier, he might not be able to sense this place.”

The rough puppet’s killing intent surged as it slowly stepped toward Joseph.

Suspended in the air, Joseph shivered as a cold fear spread through his body.

Each step the rough puppet took felt like it was stomping on Joseph’s heart, causing it to race faster and faster.

One step, two steps…

As the puppet took its third step, a finger materialized out of thin air, gently tapping the rough puppet’s forehead.

That single tap didn’t just target the rough puppet but traced it back to its source.

“Ba… Ba Song…” the rough puppet stammered, its voice catching as if a mechanical glitch had taken over.