Cheng Kun felt a chill in his heart and said awkwardly, "Why knock us unconscious..." Halfway through, he suddenly remembered that the other party had just said they had no right to ask questions. Startled, he shut his mouth, but immediately realized that such a reaction was far too humiliating. His expression turned utterly ugly.
"Don't think I don't know what you two are plotting. There can't be many master and disciple pairs in this world as cunning as foxes as you are. You think you can just give me a few answers and fool me?" Song Qingshu stared at him coldly.
"I wouldn't dare." With circumstances stacked against him, Cheng Kun could only yield.
"Master Yuanzhen has roamed the martial world for so many years. You must have heard of the Nine Yin Manual, haven't you?" Song Qingshu suddenly asked.
"I have." Cheng Kun nodded, then put on a flattering smile. "At the Lion-Slaying Tournament, Young Master slaughtered all who stood in his way. You must have relied on this divine art." At the same time, he was puzzled. The Nine Yin Manual was powerful, but it should not surpass Shaolin's Muscle-Tendon Classic. He had witnessed the might of the Muscle-Tendon Classic through Chen Youliang, yet it was nowhere near Song Qingshu's current terrifying cultivation.
Song Qingshu neither confirmed nor denied his deliberate flattery. "Since you know of the Nine Yin Manual, you must know about the Soul Transfer within it."
Cheng Kun was startled and hurriedly lowered his head. "I have heard of it. Legend says it can seize a person's will..."
"Good." Song Qingshu nodded. "Originally, I wouldn't have needed to go through the trouble of directly using Soul Transfer on you. That way, you would tell me everything you knew without holding anything back, and I