In his words, there was nothing but regret: "If I had known, I would have changed the window."
Liu Mo glanced at Feng Ziheng: "Ask?"
Feng Ziheng nodded, his eyes sharp as he turned to Fu Han Yuan:
"How did you know my weak point?"
"Your master told me."
Feng Ziheng seemed a bit perplexed: "My master has passed away many years ago..."
"He told me in a dream, just to teach you, an unfilial disciple, a lesson!"
After finishing his words, he burst into laughter.
Feng Ziheng was stunned where he stood, now fully aware that he had been tricked. He shook his head slightly and drew his blade: "Since nothing can be gotten out of you, your time is up."
As he spoke, he moved to kill.
In that instant, not only was Fu Han Yuan dumbfounded, but Su Mo and his two companions were also wide-eyed and tongue-tied.
How did it turn into getting nothing out of him?
You only asked one question, big brother!!!
As the blade was about to fall and behead the man, there was a ’ding’ sound; the blade had struck the Purple Gold Mace.
Feng Ziheng looked at Liu Mo with some surprise: "What do you mean?"
Liu Mo tentatively suggested.
Feng Ziheng readily agreed: "It’s just that I’m not good at this."
"Does the Heavenly Blade Sect have anyone skilled in it?"
Seeing this, Su Mo suddenly wondered if the reason why Liu Mo wasn’t tortured was precisely this.
Liu Mo bore no ill will to the Heavenly Blade Sect, unlike Fu Han Yuan.
The entangled causes and consequences all pointed to Fu Han Yuan’s involvement.
But Liu Mo bore no hostility towards the Heavenly Blade Sect; he was merely looking for Tong Yun.
The Heavenly Blade Sect got nothing from Liu Mo and, seeing his lack of animosity, planned to let him go.
But since they got nothing from Fu Han Yuan, and he was obviously hostile, were they just going to simply kill him?
In some ways, the logic surprisingly made sense!
Su Mo felt as though he had discovered a new continent.
While he was running wild with his thoughts, Liu Mo was caught in a dilemma.
He himself didn’t know how to interrogate, and he glanced between Fu Han Yuan and Feng Ziheng, and finally scanned over the Heavenly Blade Sect Disciples.
The looks in the eyes of these Heavenly Blade Sect members were far more fierce than Fu Han Yuan’s.
Suddenly, he turned to look at Su Mo: "Su, the Chief of the Escort..."
Su Mo blinked: "What’s up?"
"Do you know how to interrogate? Give us a hand?"
Liu Mo’s face was full of helplessness.
The members of the Heavenly Blade Sect also looked at Su Mo, their frosty gazes suggesting they perceived him as a threat.
Su Mo waved his hand: "I do have a method..."
He stood up and walked over to Fu Han Yuan.
Fu Han Yuan was visibly wary of him, his brows furrowed: "Lord Su, today I failed to recognize your greatness and offended you. It’s only right for you to teach me a lesson, it’s my own fault. However, if you claim to have a method to use on me... eh, to be frank, I am a man who resists force. If you have the guts, feel free to kill or maim me as you wish, but if I even frown, I’m not a true man."
Su Mo sighed: "If you just tell them what they want to know, you can avoid physical pain, why insist on making me act?"
"Just do it, if I, Fu, so much as let out a scream then you can call me... Ahh!!!!"
His words were cut off and transformed into a scream.
It happened because Su Mo swiftly struck the Shenmen Point on the Palm Edge.
This move was called One Day Pain!
Derived from the Suffering People Scripture, specializing in targeting the Shenmen Point on the Palm Edge, the finger strength penetrated to the bone, traveling along the meridian, affecting the entire arm.
In an instant, the man who had just boasted about his toughness, Fu Han Yuan, now rolled on the ground in agony, crying out non-stop. Veins bulged on his forehead as he tried to endure the intense pain. But he couldn’t even clench his teeth, shaking his head incessantly, his face turning the color of soy sauce, which did nothing to alleviate the pain.
This was the first time Su Mo had used a technique from the Suffering People Scripture. Observing Fu Han Yuan’s reaction and then his own fingertips, he nodded slightly:
"Master Hongyun indeed did not deceive me; this method is excellent for disciplining people."
As he finished speaking, he casually pointed at the Fengshi Acupoint between Fu Han Yuan’s legs.
This was Two Day Pain!
Striking the leg’s Fengshi Acupoint, running through the meridian, causing the entire leg to tremble and spasm with pain.
If left unattended, the pain would persist for a full two days before subsiding.
Fu Han Yuan was in so much pain he couldn’t move, only managing to let out increasingly pitiful screams as large beads of sweat continued to pour from his forehead.
Pain, as it goes, tends to become bearable over time as people grow accustomed and numb to it.
Gradually, it would feel less painful.
However, the Suffering People Scripture was ingeniously crafted, so masterful and unpredictable that it caused not only unbearable physical pain but also kept the mind fully alert without any numbness.
The pain only intensified!
Fu Han Yuan never dreamt that he would one day be in such unbearable pain that he would scream endlessly.
Tears formed in his eyes, and he looked ready to cry.
Yang Xiaoyun stood beside Su Mo, terrified by what she saw.
She knew this was Three Days of Pain gifted to Su Mo by Master Hongyun. A seemingly ordinary name, yet the method used was so ferociously effective.