Long Jinyu's fingertips gently tapped the surface of the jasper table, the rhythm was leisurely.
He raised his eyes, his gold and silver eyes filled with a hint of a smile, and looked at Blood Prison Douluo opposite.
"Blood Prison Douluo, do you know what I hate most in my life?"
"... what?"
"Being treated as a fool."
He put down his pen, leaned on the back of his chair, and put his hands behind his head.
"The story is well written, with three-dimensional characters, plot twists and turns."
"I don't see that you still have the talent to write novels. Why don't you stop being a worshiper and stay with me as a full-time writer and try writing a book?"
Blood Prison: "..."
Long Jinyu picked up the booklet from the table, flipped through it, and closed it again.
"I've already thought of the title for you - it's called <Douluo: Fallen Angel, starting from when Feng Ling became a mother>."
"Sister Yu, what do you think?"
"Well... the title of the book is too long and I can't sell it."
"Yes, then I'll change to another one when the time comes." Long Jinyu turned back and winked at Blood Prison, "How about it? Think about it. Food and accommodation are included."
Blood Prison Douluo felt like his temples were beating.
He talked heartily for a long time, pouring out all the most important secrets he knew - and what he got in exchange was not torture or coercion, but the sentence "You are good at making up stories"?
"Dean... you don't believe it?"
Long Jinyu didn't answer, just raised his eyebrows and asked back, "What do you think?"
"Everything I said is true!"
Blood Prison became anxious, and his voice couldn't help but get louder, "Yanhuang Lingyun's Soul Guidance Technology is the best in the mainland. It must be a lie detector device. You can use that thing to test me. If there is half a word of lies, you can deal with it!"
Long Jinyu did not answer the call.
He turned his head and exchanged a look with Yu. The two looked at each other for a moment, and then laughed at the same time.
The smile was very light, like a gust of wind, blowing across the lake and then dissipating.
But at this moment, cold sweat broke out on Blood Prison's back.
He couldn't understand this smile.
Of course, he didn't know that while he was being interrogated, the green dragon-patterned brooch on Yu's body was always vibrating slightly at a frequency invisible to the naked eye.
That is the most advanced biological monitor Medical Pavilion - heartbeat, respiration, pupils, blood flow rate, brain waves, every parameter is recorded in real time, and no one is missed.
From the first word Blood Prison spoke, there was no abnormality in the data.
So, this story is true.
But Long Jinyu wasn't going to tell him.
"No need."
Long Jinyu picked up the pen again and turned to a new page, "Of course we have such things as lie detectors. But-"
He wrote a few words on the paper.
"I decided to trust you once."
Blood Prison was stunned.
Do you believe it? Just now you were asking him to write a novel in a weird way, and now you say you believe it?
So what does his previous confession mean? Is he being treated like a monkey? Or... is this all part of his plan?
He suddenly understood - this young man had been controlling the rhythm from beginning to end. Questioning was a method, teasing was a means of pressure, and the final "belief" was the key that truly allowed him to let go of his guard.
Blood Prison smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"The dean has a good trick. I'm... convinced."
Long Jinyu did not respond to the compliment, and tapped the pen tip on the paper. "Continue. Holy Son, what is your current level of cultivation? What activities do you do in teaching on weekdays?"
Blood Prison gathered his emotions, but changed his perspective and said, "The dean is so smart, he has already guessed that Holy Son is a god-level Martial Soul, are you interested in guessing his Innate Soul Power level?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold gaze fell on his face.
The more he raised his eyes, there was no warmth in his green eyes. "Blood Prison Douluo, you are quite courageous. How dare you, the prisoner below, test us in turn?"
"I don't dare." Blood Prison lowered his head, "It's just that Holy Son's talent is too different from ordinary people. I'm afraid that if I say it, the dean will think I'm talking nonsense, so I want to ask the dean to guess first. I don't mean to offend!"
"Interesting."
Long Jinyu waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be angry, with a bit of casual interest in his tone.
"Then I will play with you and guess."
His gaze seemed to penetrate Blood Prison, looking towards some more distant place.
"According to historical records, thousands of years ago, on this continent, there was a powerful top force that was superior to any country and organization at that time. Even today, it is difficult to find an opponent."
"It is--Spirit Hall."
Blood Prison frowned slightly. "Dean, are you going off topic? What does this have to do with the Spirit Hall...?"
"I didn't ask you to speak-" Yu's voice floated faintly from the side, "Just listen."
Blood Prison Shut up.
Long Jinyu continued, "Spirit Hall takes Qian Family as its core, and the Martial Soul passed down from generation to generation is exactly the God-Bestowed Martial Soul--Six-Winged Angel given by Angel God. The biggest difference between the god-level Martial Soul and the ordinary top-level Martial Soul is that no matter how strong the latter is, it is still in the human category, and the highest Innate Soul Power is only level ten. The former can easily break this limit, reaching level twenty, or even higher."
Blood Prison's eyes gradually lit up.
"That's it!"
There was an almost pious surprise in his voice, "The dean actually used the precedent of the Spirit Hall Six-Winged Angel to deduce that the upper limit of the god-level Martial Soul is far beyond the ordinary... It is really knowledgeable! According to the dean, at what level is Holy Son's Innate Soul Power?"
Long Jinyu looked at Blood Prison's face that suddenly became eager, and a playful arc slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. "I finally understand."
Blood Prison was startled.
"You Holy Spirit Cult, haven't you figured out the secret of Holy Son Martial Soul? So you asked me this deliberately, and you want me to help you clear up your confusion?"
Blood Prison's expression froze. After a moment, he sighed dejectedly, and the chain fell to his side, making a small sound of metal friction.
"The dean has a keen eye and is telling the truth. We know very little about Fallen Angel Martial Soul. Even the God of Death does not know more than we do. So..."
"So you use me as a free consultant?"
Long Jinyu chuckled lightly.
"That's all. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll teach you this time. Remember to pay the tuition next time."
Blood Prison nodded repeatedly, straightening his back unconsciously.
Long Jinyu Hold up a finger.
"Historically, the highest Innate Soul Power owner of Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul can reach level twenty. And 'Fallen Angel' - as the opposite of an angel, its quality should be at the same level as the first generation Angel God's Martial Soul'Twelve-Winged Angel', far above 'Six-Winged Angel'."
He stewed.
"In addition, you just said you were afraid that I wouldn't believe it, so the answer is - your Holy Son's Innate Soul Power is at least level 20 or above."
Yu's green eyes flashed for a moment.
Blood Prison felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his whole body froze on the iron chair.
"Good advice from the dean. I have been thinking hard for many years but have not found the solution. Today, after listening to your words, it suddenly dawned on me... If the dean opens a class in the future, I will be the first to sign up."
"Okay, stop flattering me." Long Jinyu said in a calm tone, "Is the story nice? Answer my questions if you're satisfied with it."
Blood Prison suppressed the surging emotions.
"Holy Son's Innate Soul Power... up to level 30!"
Six years old, Innate Soul Power is level 30. From the moment Martial Soul Awakening was born, he has already reached a height that countless Soul Master cannot reach in his lifetime.
"A six-year-old and thirty-level peerless genius, it's no wonder that the God of Death would laugh like a lunatic on the spot."
After he finished speaking, he stared closely at Long Jinyu's iconic "poker face", hoping to see a hint of shock and a hint of emotion in those strange eyes.
But he saw nothing.
Long Jinyu just said "oh" and the tip of the pen moved smoothly across the paper, as if recording a trivial thing.
"Level 30, as expected."
He didn't even raise his head, "Then he is Titled Douluo now?"
Blood Prison's mouth twitched.
"Seal...Titled Douluo? It's not that exaggerated. Holy Son is only fourteen years old this year. He just broke through Soul Saint a few days ago. He broke the record of Soul Saint, the youngest person in the world. However, this information has not been made public. Only the top leaders in the church know. Ye Xishui personally took him to hunt Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring."
He paused, and seeing that Long Jinyu still had no reaction, he couldn't help but ask, "Dean... are you not surprised at all?"
Long Jinyu's voice has no ups and downs.
"Surprised? A Innate Soul Power thirty-year-old who is now no more than Soul Saint is worthy of surprising me?"
"Do you know what my current level of cultivation is?"
Blood Prison shook his head.
"Two years ago, I was already Titled Douluo."
The interrogation room was quiet for three full breaths.
Blood Prison stared at that overly young face, as if trying to find a trace of joking on it. But he didn't find it.
"... The dean really loves to joke."
His voice was a little wavy, "The wanted order provided by Holy Son contains your detailed information. You are eighteen years old, Soul Power fluctuates between Soul Saint to Soul Douluo, the top dragon Martial Soul is Sea God Pavilion is a descendant of a certain Su Lao. He became the helmsman of Yanhuang Lingyun about half a year ago, and is suspected to have a close relationship with Soul Beast co-owner of Star Dou Great Forest - the biggest obstacle to the plans of Fire Phoenix Saintess and Blue Silver Saintess."
"The investigation was quite detailed, but..."
Long Jinyu stood up slowly.
Behind him, nine Soul Rings rose silently - two yellow, one purple, three black, and three red.
Three blood-colored Soul Ring glowed with a deep luster under the pale light.
"Hearing with the ears is false, seeing with the eyes is true."
"What you know is just what Holy Son wants you to know. So that you can work harder for him."
Blood Prison's eyes reflected those nine halos. Suddenly, he felt that everything he had cultivated in his life was like a joke in front of this young man. The sixteen-year-old Titled Douluo was no longer a genius, this was a legend!
Two yellow, one purple, three black and three red - the last time he saw this Soul Ring Configuration, it was on that person.
Dragon God Douluo--Mu En.
Shrek's pin Sea God, Limit Douluo, is one of the strongest in the world.
Without the help of external force to increase the life of Soul Ring, this is already the limit of human beings.
Blood Prison murmured, "The dean is so powerful. No wonder... he is valued by the co-leader Soul Beast."
Long Jinyu took back Soul Ring and sat back on the chair.
"Okay. Tell me, why do you want to arrest my inner court disciple Zhang Lexuan? Is it your so-called 'Holy Girl Plan'?"
Blood Prison collected his thoughts.
"Yes. There is indeed a saint girl plan. It was proposed by His Majesty the God of Death. She believed that Holy Son, as the heir to the Holy Religion, has a strong bloodline that ordinary women cannot bear. Ying Jin should have already trained several saint girls to carry on his family line in the future. Later, Holy Son himself added candidates, and Ye Xishui ordered me to go and capture them."
"Who exactly are they?"
"I don't know. I only know... there are eight in total."
"Click."
A very soft sound.
The pen barrel was broken into two parts between Long Jinyu's fingers. The ink splashed on the paper, spreading into a black stain.
There was no change in his expression, and even the faint smile was still hanging on the corners of his lips.
But that pen is made of soul-guiding alloy, and even Titled Douluo may not be able to break it with bare hands.
Blood Prison was so shocked that he dared not speak out.
Yu stepped forward, handed a warm towel to Long Jinyu's hand, and took out a new pen and placed it on the table.
Long Jinyu took the towel and wiped the ink stains on his fingers slowly. After wiping, he folded the towel and placed it on the corner of the table.
"Eight. Not a small appetite. How many have been caught?"
"Before I came out... I hadn't caught any of them."
Blood Prison's eyes fell on the broken pen and quickly moved away.
"The girl I am mainly responsible for is the girl named Zhang Lexuan. The mission code is the 'Moonlight Saint Project'. It is also the most important of all the Saint Projects. For this purpose, three priests, two elders, and many subordinates of the leader were dispatched. Even Senior Long was invited to come out to assist."
"Why her?"
Yu asked this question for Long Jinyu.
"This... may be related to her own strength. She broke through Soul Douluo in her twenties, and also owns a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. But it's more because of..."
Blood Prison paused.
"This is a cooperation. If it fails, it will be a slap in the face of Holy Spirit Cult."
Long Jinyu's brows wrinkled slightly. "Cooperation? With whom? Sun Moon Empire?"
"Yes."
"You are arresting the saint. Why is Sun Moon Empire cooperating with you? Is it that Mingde Hall's leader wants to gain benefits?"
Blood Prison shook his head. "The dean is talking about Jing Hongchen? He is not worthy yet. He is just a tool."
Long Jinyu stared at him for two breaths. "Last time your people captured Ma Xiaotao, they brought Mingde Hall's high-level Soul Tool. I wanted to ask you, but forget it if you don't know. Tell me, who are you specifically working with?"
"It's Prince Sun Moon, and their chief minister."
Blood Prison didn't hesitate.
"They took the initiative to discuss cooperation with His Majesty the God of Death. For what reason, I really don't know. I only know that Sun Moon Empire is willing to give out ten Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell as a reward after the matter is completed. The condition is that the person is given to them to study for a few days."
"The God of Death agreed and asked them not to hurt anyone. After all, she will have a grandson for her in the future."
"A great grandchild?"
Long Jinyu The hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and the dragon's tail tightened slightly on his calf.
"No... that's right."
Blood Prison added, "In addition, they also sponsored three additional nine-level artillery shells and many high-level Soul Tool as help. The church left one level nine artillery shell for research, and Holy Son gave me two spares. One was used against the silver-haired girl last night, and the other one... should be in the Storage Soul Tool that was captured by you."
Long Jinyu Put down the pen and lean back in the chair.
"It turns out those two guys were adding fuel to the fire." He closed his eyes for a moment, "Now, I probably understand what's going on."
Blood Prison looked at him, his lips moved, but he stopped talking.
"Having said so much, are you thirsty?"
Long Jinyu didn't wait for Blood Prison to answer, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
There were soft footsteps outside the door, and a nurse came in with a tray. Three cups of tea were placed on the jasper table, the heat was rising, and the fragrance of tea spread among the refreshing medicinal aroma.
The nurse bowed and left, and silence returned to the interrogation room.
Long Jinyu picked up his cup, blew on the foam, and took a sip.
Blood Prison looked at the cup of tea, and his Adam's apple rolled.
He didn't move.
"Drink."
Long Jinyu put down the teacup and raised his eyes to look at him, "After you finish drinking, it's your turn to tell your story."
Blood Prison's fingers curled up slightly.
Suddenly I felt that the real interrogation had only begun now.
He picked up the teacup, and the sides of the cup were warm.
But his hands were cold.