Holy body, start with the Five Animal Exercises

Such methods, while not life-threatening for a Secret Martial Artist, could inflict extreme pain.

Qin Jiang also had no intention of stopping; this was just the beginning. It was hard to guarantee that the other party wouldn’t lie, so he had to wait until the opponent felt despair before stopping.

After all, this method wasn’t fatal; it was specifically used to break psychological defenses.

Several more hours passed. By now, Gold Seven had become weak and listless; each breath was accompanied by a cough, and even the force of his coughs had significantly weakened.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk, please, I beg you, please ask me, I really, really...”

Before he could finish, he directly fainted.

Qin Jiang nodded slightly, thinking it was enough. Just as he slightly raised his hand, intending to call a halt—

Long An, quick-witted, instantly understood Qin Jiang’s meaning and immediately picked up a small wooden stick from nearby.

He dipped it heavily into a plate containing a gelatinous mixture of mustard oil, chili oil, Sichuan pepper oil, and other ingredients, then directly shoved it into Gold Seven’s nostrils!

“Ah—!”

A piercing scream echoed through the steel dungeon, making all the prisoners in the dungeon involuntarily shiver.

They had been listening to screams for half the night; the wailing had never stopped, it was simply mental torture!

Not just them, even Qin Jiang felt his scalp tingle, and he quickly waved his hand, “Alright, alright, don’t break him. Let’s stop for a bit.”

Long An was stunned. Was that it?

He pinched his earlobe, glanced at the unconscious Gold Seven again, and casually pulled out the two wooden sticks from the opponent’s nostrils, throwing them aside in disgust.

He’s not much fun to play with, not even as resilient as some death row inmates.

“Get two buckets of water and wake him up.”

A moment later, accompanied by a splash of water, Gold Seven opened his eyes in a daze.

Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?

Just as he was still disoriented, he suddenly clearly saw the person standing before him, and the devil-like figure behind him.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything.”

Although his eyes were filled with terror, wishing he could fly out of there, he was utterly exhausted from the torment.

Especially the mental torture; when that mustard-oil-covered stick was shoved into his nostrils, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood.

He saw his great-grandmother, who used to secretly give him candy, and those past memories flickered like shadow puppets.

“Tell us everything you know.”

Long An spoke. Years of experience told him that at this point, one shouldn’t ask questions, but rather let the other party speak voluntarily; there might be unexpected gains.

Gold Seven took a breath. “Is there any water? It’s too chok—cough, cough, cough.”

He coughed softly, but what came out wasn’t just spittle, but a red, yellowish oily substance.

“Hey, you, do you want to be hung up again?” Long An said fiercely.

“Give it to him.” Qin Jiang said.

If the opponent’s words satisfied him, he wouldn’t mind giving the opponent a dignified death.

Long An ‘hmph’ed at Gold Seven, then turned, grabbed a bucket of water, seized Gold Seven’s hair, and poured the water into his mouth.

After a while, Long An threw the water bucket aside. “Speak!”

Gold Seven shook his head, flicking off the water from his face. “Ning’an City, those collaborating with our Jin Yu Pavilion are people from your Ning’an City, either from prominent families or influential clans.”