Sang Qing clenched his teeth, determined not to say another useless word to Chu Qing!

Chu Qing seemed indifferent as well, pouring himself a cup of tea and gently swirling the cup.

Just as they both remained silent, the door creaked open.

Wen Fusheng walked in from outside, already having listened for a while, and now looked at Chu Qing with full caution.

This kid is indeed a bad seed.

The kind that’s bad to the core.

Chu Qing spread his hands:

"He doesn’t plan to talk to me anymore, now it’s the Manor Master’s turn to take action.

"Let’s see the power of the Soul-Piercing Finger."

"Just watch."

Wen Fusheng approached Sang Qing and said softly:

"If you can’t take it, just say the word. As long as you speak honestly, you won’t have to endure such pain anymore."

Sang Qing opened his eyes to glance at Wen Fusheng, letting out a cold laugh:

"Bah!"

Wen Fusheng, experienced in the Martial World, wasn’t shaken in the slightest by such matters.

With a smile, he bent his finger and tapped it on Sang Qing’s brow.

The next moment, Sang Qing, who had been smiling coldly, suddenly widened his eyes, feeling as if a thousand steel needles, or iron drills, were piercing deep into his soul.

An intense and irresistible pain surged through his limbs and body.

Chu Qing watched as Wen Fusheng’s finger landed, and Sang Qing’s eyes widened, followed by bleeding from his seven orifices, his body trembling incessantly.

Not only did he click his tongue in admiration:

"Quite a method, but be careful not to kill him."

"Don’t worry, though the Soul-Piercing Finger can make one wish for death, causing death is not easy."

Wen Fusheng said:

"Most of the time, it turns them into madmen."

"...That might as well be a clean death."

Chu Qing took a sip of tea, quietly waiting.

But the wait wasn’t long; after a moment, Sang Qing’s trembling voice opened:

"Stop... stop..."

Compliantly, Wen Fusheng withdrew his finger upon hearing his voice.

At this moment, Sang Qing looked as if he had been pulled from water, drenched from head to toe.

He trembled as he looked at Wen Fusheng, as if seeing a living King Yama on earth.

Finally taking a deep breath:

"What do you want... to know?"

"The layout inside Celestial Secret Valley."

Chu Qing said:

"The more detailed, the better."

"...The outer traps cannot kill, only injure.

"There is a channel under Celestial Secret Tower that leads blood to pool... In that pool, lies the Celestial Demon Robe.

"Treasures placed inside Celestial Secret Tower incite those led into the valley to kill each other.

"Hidden in the ceiling’s interlayer on the first floor is Yellow Springs Powder, to be scattered when they are both badly injured, taking advantage of the second-floor mechanism to drop the ceiling, unleashing the powder to exterminate any survivors.

"Besides Prince Mu and Shi Ye, there are now three... three puppet corpses in the valley!

"And, and... two hundred disciples of the Celestial Evil Cult."

At this moment, Sang Qing said everything he knew without reservation.

"Is this the truth?"

Chu Qing looked at him quietly.

Sang Qing, full of fear, glanced at Wen Fusheng:

"I... I only seek a swift death."

"What are puppet corpses?"

Wen Fusheng asked.

"They are... toys given to our Prince by Prince Xi.

"They are made from dead bodies.

"Each is extraordinarily powerful, unafraid of death or injury.

"If determined to fight to the death, they can unleash immense power."

Chu Qing’s eyes narrowed slightly, recalling Dong Xingzhi from before.

This person, who had died yet risen again...

Though physically incomplete, his power did not diminish.

Back then, the Grand Elder of Feiyun Valley, Iron-Armed Divine Ape Hou Wenjing, underestimated this walking corpse of Dong Xingzhi, thinking a single punch could heavily wound him, only to find this person’s injuries didn’t affect him in the least, and with a simple reach, severed Hou Wenjing’s arms.

This gave a Tingtai Pavilion disciple the opportunity.

Poor Hou Wenjing’s fame ended at the hands of an obscure small fry.

Could it be, Dong Xingzhi was a puppet corpse?

With this thought, Chu Qing asked:

"How much do you know about Prince Xi?"

"Prince Xi... not much knowledge."

Sang Qing thought for a moment before saying:

"I only know that the Twelve Saint Kings each have their specialties.

"Prince Xi is playful, finding joy in games with the world.

"His martial arts are known as [Silk Thread Puppetry], but how exactly it’s executed is unknown to me.

"Additionally... he is said to be amiable, reportedly having good personal friendships with several of the Twelve Saint Kings."

Upon hearing this, Chu Qing nodded, then asked:

"Then about your Prince Mu Zang Hansheng, you should know quite a bit, right?"

Sang Qing’s pupils slightly contracted, and cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

But not knowing what he thought of, he suddenly laughed:

"Prince Mu... Prince Mu is unfathomable.

"Even we close ones do not know what martial arts he practices, or what kind of skills he possesses.

"To an extent that... we haven’t even met him face to face."

"If I’m correct, both you and Shi Ye are his guards.

"It’s hard to believe that a guard doesn’t know his master’s true appearance, don’t you think?"

"...If you don’t believe, there’s nothing I can do.

"It’s just that the Twelve Saint Kings are each extraordinary, while we so-called guards are merely tools for them to achieve their goals.

"How could they possibly let us know too much?"

This statement isn’t entirely unconvincing, yet it makes the situation somewhat troublesome. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

If even Sang Qing doesn’t know Zang Hansheng’s true appearance, then is the person currently in Celestial Secret Valley... truly Prince Mu himself?

If he’s merely a decoy, then where exactly should one go to find and kill the real Prince Mu?