"Who exactly are you? There's absolutely no one like you in the Borderlands."
Zhang Chuqiu struggled as he asked through gritted teeth. Yet the more he struggled, the tighter the Law Chains around him became, nearly choking the breath from him.
"You have no need to know who This Seat is. Tell me about the Gu Immortal Sect instead. What position do you hold within the Gu Immortal Sect? When did you come to the Borderlands? How did you become entangled with Mao Dongxing and the others? Confess truthfully.
"If you cooperate now, I'll let you die with some dignity later. Soul Searching is quite troublesome, after all." Though Song Changsheng spoke thus, he was secretly using his vast Mental Energy to continuously influence Zhang Chuqiu.
Cultivators who often conversed with Nascent Soul True Lords could sense that, during a conversation, an invisible force was constantly influencing them.
Under the influence of that force, one's mental defenses would unconsciously open, causing them to reveal things they originally did not wish to say. Their emotional fluctuations would also become exceptionally obvious. Under such circumstances, any lie would expose its flaws.
Song Changsheng had not understood what that force was before. After breaking through to the False Nascent Soul stage, he learned that it was Mental Energy—Mental Energy so overwhelming it could crush everything.
In war, speed was paramount. Using the Soul Searching Technique required at least several days of meticulous preparation. If he still had accomplices in Four Directions City or the Gusu Cultivation World, they might seize this opportunity to flee. Thus, he had to break through his mental defenses and obtain intelligence in the fastest and most direct way possible.
Naturally, Zhang Chuqiu did not know what Song Changsheng was doing in secret. He gritted his teeth and said,