I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 878, Section 873: Senior Brother

Although the current situation is not particularly good, Maren is not disappointed at all, because this memory can probably provide him with much more information than many peaceful memories.

In fact, he didn't expect to be able to directly enter memories that were directly related to martial arts. He thought the best-case scenario was that he was in a secular martial arts academy or in contact with other martial artists.

After all, as Li Hongyu had said, even disregarding the influence of those who cannot remember, her martial arts talent was probably not good, and it would be difficult for her to directly come into contact with such top-level martial artists.

Although they had never fought, Ma En was quite certain that the old man in front of him was a top-level martial artist.

Although his aura might not be as strong as his real-life self in the form of the sun, it is at least no weaker than his current self in his memories, and may even be much stronger.

The senior brother he was looking for was probably a powerful martial artist no less skilled than Li Hongyu.

If I'm lucky enough to have some kind of conversation with him, then maybe I can get something that is valuable to Li Hongyu.

A deeper understanding of one's own memories may also help restore more of one's strength.

It was with this in mind that Marx and Engels tentatively asked:

"Is it necessary for me to trouble your senior brother with my situation?"

The old man frowned slightly; he seemed somewhat dissatisfied with Marx and Engels' choice of words, but he didn't show it.

“Of course, you are my most outstanding disciple and the future of our Wangtian Sect. With such a thing happening to you, as your master, I cannot abandon you. As an elder of the Wangtian Sect, I must ensure that nothing has happened to you. For both the sake of courtesy and reason, I must ask my senior brother to take a look.”

The old man pursed his lips as he spoke:
"You've been a bit too high-profile these past few years. Being young and impetuous isn't a bad thing, but when you're out in the world, you still need to respect your seniors and have reverence for those supernatural things."

“Not everything can be solved with fists, nor should everything be solved with fists. I never intended to teach you a lesson, but your show of power will definitely attract the covetous eyes of wicked people.”

"Perhaps they poisoned you, or perhaps they approached you secretly."

"But no matter what, your senior brother will help you solve it."

Marx and Engels nodded:

"Yes, thank you, Master."

He also quietly changed how he addressed people.

The old man nodded without any sign of surprise.

"Well, but if there's anything you haven't told me, you'd better tell me now..."

"Otherwise, it will be too late after we see our senior brother."

Maren still said:

"I really don't know anything."

The old man said nothing more and continued silently toward his destination.

Before long, they arrived at the courtyard.

The old man didn't go in immediately, but stopped at the doorway. He then stepped aside to make way for the main entrance, and Ma En immediately followed him obediently and hid.

They stood there silently for seven or eight minutes, when steady footsteps came from behind the courtyard gate.

The man who walked out of the courtyard was a young man in his twenties. He looked somewhat displeased, and his gaze as he swept over Ma En and the old man carried a hint of arrogant indifference.

"The once-mighty gibbon has now become a decrepit old man." He spoke without any politeness.

The old man didn't give him a friendly look either:

"This is Wangtianmen. Show me some respect, Zhao Changhong."

The young man gave a slightly sarcastic smile:

"Really? I thought this was Heart Sword Mountain. Why haven't I seen your sect leader?"

The old man said with a stern face:
"The affairs of Wangtianmen are not for an outsider to comment on." Zhao Changhong sneered, but then he suddenly turned to look behind him, and without saying anything more, turned around and walked out with obvious displeasure.

As Marne watched his departing figure, he murmured:

"He's too arrogant."

The old man also stared at the young man's figure, but did not fully agree with Marx and Engels's condemnation:
"Well, he's Zhao Changhong. Let's go see our senior brother."

Although the old man was reluctant to discuss it, Maren still remembered the name and his attitude. Although the old man and he had some disagreements, it was clear that Maren was actually a little insecure inside.

Clearly, although I couldn't sense it myself, that guy was no ordinary person.

Suppressing this thought in his heart, Mar and Eng stepped into the courtyard.

Then, he suddenly understood what the so-called "momentum" that Li Hongyu often discussed really meant.

Although he couldn't see or touch it, Ma En had the illusion that a long sword was held to his throat, and this feeling grew stronger as he moved forward.

His head could fall off at any moment.

A certain aura, symbolizing the sword, filled the entire courtyard like air.

Moreover, just as two gases cannot occupy the same space at the same time, Ma En could feel that the opponent's sword aura had filled all the space in the courtyard, to the point that he felt unable to use his mental power.

He wanted to test whether he could still use his telekinesis, but he resisted the urge.

After turning a few corners and passing through the meticulously maintained bonsai trees on both sides, Ma En followed the old man to their final destination.

It was a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the air. He had an unremarkable face, but what was more striking was his tightly closed eyes. For some reason, Ma En felt that there was something wrong with those eyes.

"Stop looking." The old man reached out and pressed down on Ma En's head, forcing him to lower his head.

The middle-aged man spoke up:

"what happened?"

He didn't open his eyes.

The old man stepped forward and began to recount what had happened, specifically mentioning that Marx and Engels were the most outstanding of all his disciples.

This is actually what puzzled Marx and Engels.

Could it be that he was actually quite talented in the past? Perhaps he was more affected by the memory-deprived individuals, which is why his martial arts talent appears worse, or perhaps there was a martial art that was particularly suited to him in the past?

While Marx and Engels were pondering, the eldest brother also finished listening to the old man's explanation.

"Hmm, you mean he was the genius disciple you recruited back then?" the senior brother asked.

The old man nodded:
"That's right. He's been quite the show-off these past few years, but I think he's not a bad person at heart. So I thought I'd let the martial arts world smooth out his rough edges a bit, but now it seems like someone has taken action against him."

The eldest brother shook his head:
"No, he's not your disciple?"

Both Marne and the old man showed expressions of surprise.

The old man asked with a puzzled look:
"What do you mean, Senior Brother?"

The eldest brother slightly twitched his eyelids:

"Just a mere ghost; your disciple has probably already been killed by him. My condolences..."

As he spoke, he opened his eyes.

Ma En used all his psychic power to shield himself, but even his V-4 psychic power felt as soft as cotton. Then he immediately realized something.

Rank VI.

As this thought arose, his head fell down.