The entrance to the dungeon was relatively hidden, and it took Chen Hai nearly ten minutes to find its location.
When Zheng Dong came to Fang Qingshan, they had a lot of things to deal with.
After interrogating Deng Qian for a long time, he didn't get much useful information out of him. The two of them had already left, leaving one subordinate behind to guard the dungeon.
When Chen Hai touched it, the man guarding Deng Qian closed his eyes and rested, as if he was falling asleep.
After all, Deng Qian was hung upside down from the beam.
He looked like he was dying and couldn't stop breathing. He had no strength to resist and couldn't play any tricks at all.
The man guarding him was very relieved about this.
Stationed in the dungeon, it was always calm, and he was a little bored, so he simply closed his eyes and started to take a nap.
When Chen Hai reached this person, he casually pinched his neck and knocked him unconscious.
"This Deng Qian looked fine yesterday, but after not seeing him for a day, he was tortured into such a ghostly state?"
"Are the new people in Hong Mansion not members of the Bloodthirsty Sect, but their enemies?"
"Otherwise, how could they be so cruel to attack a member of their own family like Deng Qian?"
Chen Hai circled twice around the unconscious Deng Qian.
Looking at Deng Qian's hideous wounds all over his body, he clicked his tongue and sighed.
"When the sun shines a little red, I hold a golden whip in my hand and ride a dragon upside down, I drink the water of the Yangtze River in one gulp, and my disciple's blood stops flowing."
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Hai silently recited the spell-casting formula for the Sealing Sword Technique. Then, he squeezed his master's technique and pointed lightly at Deng Qian's body.
Although this sealing knife technique is just a small technique, it is still very effective in treating trauma.
This is not the first time that Chen Hai has used this technique. When he performs it, he is familiar with it, and the process is extremely smooth, as if he is running smoothly.
His finger had just landed on Deng Qian.
The hideous wounds on his body had begun to sprout granules at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then slowly began to shrink little by little.
Will the wounds on Deng Qian’s body be completely healed?
This was too eye-catching, and he didn't even think about it that way.
After the wounds on his body no longer looked so ferocious, Chen Hai's finger on his body had been retracted.
However, Deng Qian is still in a coma and has no intention of waking up.
Frowning, Chen Hai glanced around.
When he saw a large wooden bucket a few steps away, there was still more than half a bucket of cold water.
He walked to the wooden bucket, used the wooden ladle in the bucket to scoop out half a ladle of water, and poured it directly on Deng Qian.
"Ah..." When the ladle of water was poured down, the effect was immediate.
With a scream, Deng Qian's whole body began to tremble uncontrollably and violently.
Seeing this situation, Chen Hai couldn't help but become a little suspicious.
Although Deng Qian might wake up after a ladle of cold water, he probably wouldn't have such a big reaction.
After thinking for a while, he dipped his fingers into the remaining water in the wooden ladle, put it in his mouth and tasted it.
The water tastes salty, not a little salty, but very salty.
"Those people are beasts!"
"How much salt was put into this bucket to make it look like this?"
"No wonder Deng Qian had such a big reaction, his body was shaking as if he had epilepsy..."
Chen Hai suddenly realized it and cursed secretly in his heart.
This large half bucket of salt water has always been placed here.
Being locked up in a dungeon, Deng Qian was tortured. The water in the bucket must have been specially prepared for him.
Before Chen Hai touched this place, he didn't know how much salt water had been poured on the wounds all over his body.
Now, although Chen Hai used the knife-sealing technique to help him deal with some wounds, he was covered in wounds. They just didn't look so ferocious and they had not really recovered.
Deng Qian groaned for a while as the ladle of salt water poured down. Under the stimulation of the severe pain, he finally slowly opened his eyes.
"Senior, why are you here?" Deng Qian was startled when he saw the ghostly mask on Chen Hai's face.
But soon, he reacted.
That is to say, hanging upside down on the beam, it is not convenient for him to salute. At this moment, the most he can do is to be respectful to Chen Hai in terms of words and attitude.
"There's something I need to ask you."
"Knowing that you are being held here, I came here specially to take a look."
Throwing the wooden ladle in his hand back into the barrel, Chen Hai said calmly.
"Senior, if you want to ask me anything, just say it."
"As long as I know something, I will definitely tell you everything I know."
Deng Qian quickly spoke and agreed.
He himself knows what kind of situation he is in now.
Carrying the blame, he will be escorted back to the Bloodthirsty Sect, where he will definitely face death and no chance of survival.
The grim-faced man in front of him suddenly appeared here. Perhaps, he wanted to escape this disaster. This man in front of him was his only chance of survival.
"Since you are a disciple of the Bloodthirsty Sect, you must know how your sect detects whether a person has a talent for cultivation."
"Don't hide anything, be honest and tell me what you know."
"If the answer you give satisfies me, I might not be able to help you and let you escape."
With no expression on his face, Chen Hai nodded and said calmly.
However, although he said this, he did not take any other actions.
Deng Qian was still hanging upside down on the beam in front of him.
Chen Hai didn't think about letting him go for the time being.
After all, for him to answer his own questions, he only needs to be able to speak, and does not need the assistance of hands and feet.
"Senior, the most precious treasure inherited by our Bloodthirsty Sect is a pool of blood."
"The true blood of countless powerful creatures gathers in the blood pool. These true bloods are born with magical powers. People who are in harmony with them can understand many things from them at a glance."
"The sect uses it to detect whether a person has cultivation talent. It will draw a blood map, and then imprint a trace of the blood pool's charm on it."
"People with talent will naturally feel something when they see the blood map."
"Of course, if you want to really start practicing, you won't be able to just rely on the blood map. Only by joining our Bloodthirsty Sect can you obtain the inheritance of the true law."
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Everyone has regarded Chen Hai as a life-saving straw. In front of him, Deng Qian naturally did not dare to hide anything.
He even told Chen Hai the whole process of joining the Bloodthirsty Sect.
After hearing what he said, Chen Hai nodded thoughtfully.
If nothing unexpected happened, the picture he grabbed from Hong Qingtian should undoubtedly be the blood picture.
Seeing the blood map, Ye Qingqing will feel something. It should be because she is quite compatible with the bloodthirsty sect and can practice this method.
"To join your Bloodthirsty Sect, all you need is talent? Are there any age restrictions?"
After thinking for a moment, Chen Hai spoke again and asked.
"Senior, whether it is our Bloodthirsty Sect or other sects, when recruiting disciples, they will limit their age to under sixteen years old."
"People at this age are more malleable, and it is easier to detect talent."
"It is not impossible for a person who is too old to possess the talent for cultivation, but the chance of doing so is certainly extremely slim."
Deng Qian was quite familiar with this aspect of things.
As soon as Chen Hai finished speaking, he had already given an answer immediately.
Chen Hai, who seemed to be in a good mood at first, turned down visibly when he heard these words.
He snorted softly and said: "Rules are rules, but no matter how strict the rules are, they are still based on human kindness."
"Didn't you tell me last night that if I was willing to join the Bloodthirsty Sect, I could become a guest guest immediately?"
"With the authority of the guest minister, can't we allow the sect to be accommodating and allow them to relax their age a little when recruiting disciples?"
He was unhappy, and even when he spoke, there seemed to be a sense of deep resentment.
Deng Qian on the side looked helpless and smiled bitterly.
If it were him yesterday, as long as Chen Hai was willing to join the Bloodthirsty Sect and become a guest minister, he would definitely sign up immediately.
If things really come true, as the person who introduced him, this can be regarded as a small achievement for him.
But now, he can no longer save himself. As long as he is escorted back to the sect, what awaits him is death.
In his current situation, if he was asked to introduce Chen Hai to the Bloodthirsty Sect, how would he introduce him?
When he heard Chen Hai talking about the authority issue after becoming the guest minister of the Bloodthirsty Sect, he really didn't know how to respond other than silently smiling bitterly.
"Senior, the rules are nothing more than human relationships, and this is indeed the truth."
"For your sake, senior, when the sect recruits disciples, you allow them to be flexible in terms of age."
"As long as the age of the disciple you recruit is not too outrageous, the sect should give you this face."
Seeing Chen Hai complaining constantly, the chill in his body seemed to be getting heavier and heavier.
Deng Qian was careful, he bit the bullet, tried his best to find nice words, and responded.
"Really? That's okay." Chen Hai was stunned, and seemed to feel a little more relaxed.
But after thinking about it, he added: "I am a junior, and my skills are very compatible with your sect."
"In terms of age, she is indeed a lot older, but fortunately, she is only in her sixties, not seventy."
"I am determined to let her join your sect. Your sect should give me this face, right?"
Deng Qian was stunned. Fortunately, he was hung upside down on the beam. If he had been standing in front of Chen Hai, he would have fallen down in depression at this moment.
More than sixty, but not yet seventy? That’s it, you’re not too old?
Such a person joins the Bloodthirsty Sect? Where is the place to join the Bloodthirsty Sect, a nursing home?
Not to mention Deng Qian's current situation, even if he introduced Chen Hai to the sect as a guest minister before, it would be impossible for a man in his sixties to join the Bloodthirsty Sect and become a disciple of the sect.
Unless someone from the top of the sect agrees to this matter, and then tries his best to make it happen, there is only a small chance of success.