130: You know nothing when asked? Then let's search your soul.

The Disciple trembled all over, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, and his mind instantly cleared up.

He no longer dared to hide anything, and like beans being poured out of a bamboo tube, he shouted out everything he knew.

"Se... Senior! I'll speak! I'll tell you everything!"

"This great war has been going on for nearly ten years! It's our Six Demonic Sects allied to attack the Three Sects of the Righteous Path!"

"Our Blood Fiend Sect is responsible for the main battlefield here on the Blood Slaughter Plain, and the enemy opposite us is the strongest of the three righteous Sects, the Taixu Sword Sect!"

"Both sides are fighting to the death. Dozens of Nascent Soul Old Ancestors have already died, yet neither side can do anything to the other..."

As he spoke, he used the corner of his eye to steal a glance at Chu He's reaction, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

Chu He's brow furrowed slightly.

This was all inconsequential nonsense; what he wanted to know was something deeper.

For example, the strategic objectives of both sides, the location of core resources, or... why, after fighting to this extent, those old monsters of the Void Refining Realm still hadn't entered the fray?

"Get to the point," Chu He interrupted him. "Where is your Blood Fiend Sect's headquarters on this battlefield? Where is the treasure vault? And why are your higher-ups remaining inactive?"

This question was clearly beyond the scope of this Outer Sect Disciple's knowledge.

A look more hideous than crying appeared on his face as he stammered, "Se... Senior, I... I really don't know these things! I'm just a small fry responsible for patrolling, how could I have the chance to come into contact with such secrets..."

The several Blood Fiend Sect Disciples nearby also nodded repeatedly, their faces filled with fear and innocence.

"Yes, Senior, we really don't know!"

"A place like the headquarters can only be entered by Core Disciples of the Inner Sect and the Elders!"

Chu He's gaze turned cold.

He didn't have time to play a game of question and answer with these lackeys.

"It seems you are of no use."

As soon as he finished speaking, those Disciples felt their souls flying away and spirits scattering in fear.

"Senior, spare our lives!!"

"Don't kill me! I remember! I remember a little!" The Disciple who had answered first had a sudden flash of inspiration and screamed hoarsely, "I... I heard an Inner Sect Senior Brother say that the reason both sides are at a stalemate is because... because they are waiting for a place called the 'Blood Sea Secret Realm' to open!"

"Blood Sea Secret Realm?" Chu He's heart stirred.

"Yes, yes, yes! It's the Blood Sea Secret Realm!" Seeing a glimmer of hope for survival, the Disciple hurriedly added, "It's said that there is a heavenly Opportunity inside, which is the key to deciding the victory or defeat of this war! It seems... it seems it's going to open within these few days!"

Chu He nodded; this news was of some value.

However, that was all.

He needed more precise intelligence, such as the exact location of the Secret Realm, the method of opening it, and the specific coordinates of the Blood Fiend Sect's headquarters.

Relying on these small fry was hopeless.

Chu He's gaze swept over the group, finally landing on a Disciple who seemed to have a slightly higher status and a cultivation at the Golden Core Stage.

"You, come here."

The Golden Core Disciple's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down directly, but he forced himself to shuffle over.

"Se... Senior, what are your orders?"

"Open your mind and do not resist." Chu He's tone brooked no argument.

The Disciple was stunned, then immediately understood what the other party was going to do, and the color instantly drained from his face.

Soul Search!

This was a torture more terrifying than death! Once soul-searched, one would become an idiot at best, or have their soul fly away and spirit scatter at worst, never to be reincarnated!

"No! Senior! You can't..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Chu He's finger had already tapped against his brow.

An unimaginably vast power of the Divine Soul, like a red-hot iron poker, arrogantly stabbed into his Sea of Consciousness.

"Aaaaaaaah—!"

A shrill scream echoed across the plains. The Golden Core Disciple's body twitched violently, and black blood flowed from his seven orifices.

Chu He's expression did not change in the slightest as his Divine Thought rapidly flipped through the other's chaotic memories.

Countless broken images flashed through his mind.

Bloody cultivation scenes... internal power struggles within the Sect... and the intelligence he needed most!

A clear map emerged from the depths of the other's memory, marking the Blood Fiend Sect's temporary headquarters on this battlefield—a "White Bone Demon City" built from countless skeletons.

On the map, a special location was also marked with blood-red cinnabar, with three small characters written next to it—"Secret Realm Gate."

At the same time, Chu He also saw more information regarding the "Blood Sea Secret Realm."

This Secret Realm opens once every three hundred years; it is a world of its own, containing a vast origin of blood fiend, and is a supreme treasure land for demonic Cultivators. It is said that in the deepest part of the Secret Realm, there even exists the "origin of blood," the acquisition of which could drive even Void Refining Great Experts into a frenzy!

And this time, the reason the battle between the righteous and Demonic Paths was so tragic was to fight for the spots and the right to lead the entry into the Secret Realm!

"So that's how it is."

Chu He withdrew his finger, a flash of realization crossing his eyes.

The Golden Core Disciple who had been soul-searched had already turned into a living corpse with hollow eyes, drooling from the corner of his mouth and giggling foolishly.

Chu He flicked his finger, and a bolt of Qi pierced through his heart, ending his misery.

As for the remaining Disciples, Chu He didn't bother to give them another look. With a casual wave of his hand, several invisible gusts of wind swept past, turning them along with those Loose Cultivators into a bloody mist.

Having done all this, Chu He identified the direction, and with a flicker of his body, he teleported toward the direction of that "White Bone Demon City."

Now that he knew the locations of the treasure vault and the Secret Realm, things would be easy.

Before going to the Secret Realm, he would stop by the Blood Fiend Sect's headquarters to collect some "interest"; surely no one would object?