Big Han angrily said, "I won’t!"
The iron plate was densely covered with formation patterns, resembling a realm of knives, needles, and raging fire; one could tell without looking that it was definitely not anything good.
"Are you going to kneel or not?" Mo Hua demanded, his face stern.
Big Han scoffed, "You think I’m stupid... Agh—"
He hadn’t finished speaking when Ouyang Feng held him down and kicked his knee.
Big Han’s knees buckled, and he knelt down on the iron plate, instantly letting out a painful howl, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his face twisted in agony.
Mo Hua didn’t know if he was genuinely in pain or just pretending, and asked with a curious face:
"Does it hurt?"
He really wanted to know...
He just guessed it would be very painful.
After all, he had drawn not just one formation on this iron plate, but several painful formations...
There was the Gen Mountain MicroFormation; once activated, spiritual power as fine as needles would penetrate the knees, causing pain;
The Bagua Kan Water Formation; spiritual power would seep into the knees, bone-chillingly cold;
And there was the Li Fire Formation; fire elemental spiritual power would gradually burn, causing torment from the scorching pain...
These three formations, operating in succession, made the person being punished experience the agony of needles penetrating the bones, bone-chilling water, and burning fire...
It was definitely unbearable...
But exactly how unbearable, Mo Hua had no idea.
He wasn’t stupid enough to try it himself.
This traitor from the Sever Gold Sect was the first person to test this "Mountain-Water-Fire Torture" iron plate.
Mo Hua was eager to know his experience afterward to judge whether his design was adequate and if the formations needed improvement.
So he asked sincerely.
But Big Han thought Mo Hua was mocking him, being sarcastic, and couldn’t help the anger surging within him, his eyes turning bloodshot, biting his teeth hard, enduring the pain of needle, fire, and water torture without saying a word.
"Speak up, does it hurt?" Mo Hua pressed him.
Finally, Big Han’s defenses broke down, and with a trembling voice, he cursed, "You bastard..."
Mo Hua immediately pulled out the Thousand Jun Stick and stuffed it in his mouth, speaking sternly:
"To curse people, your quality is so low..."
With his mouth blocked, Big Han couldn’t speak, his eyes glaring wide, filled with resentment.
"It seems it’s still not painful enough, the power of the formation is still lacking..." Mo Hua muttered, stroking his chin:
"It seems I need to add a few more formations..."
"Which formations to add though?"
"Golden Needle? Wood Poison? Or..."
Murong Caiyun and Ouyang Feng opened their mouths.
Hearing this, Big Han’s scalp tingled, and with horror in his gaze, he thought to himself, How could there be such a sinister, malicious, and crazy little cultivator in this world?!
Who had he learned all these from?!
Big Han desperately groaned a couple of times.
Mo Hua removed the Thousand Jun Stick, and Big Han clenched his teeth and said, "I’ll talk!"
Delighted, Mo Hua nodded and immediately asked what he cared about most:
"Does it hurt to kneel on this iron plate?"
Big Han, wishing he could die from embarrassment, was unwilling to speak.
Murong Caiyun couldn’t stand it anymore, and tapped Mo Hua on the shoulder, whispering, "Ask about something else, don’t make it hard for him..."
For such a big cultivator to be forced to kneel and then asked if it hurts.
It would drive anyone crazy, and they would have a hard time explaining it to the Taoist Court and the Xie family.
"Oh oh." Mo Hua thought it over and agreed, turning his attention to serious matters. As for the feedback on the iron plate torture, he would find someone else to ask later.
Mo Hua somewhat regretfully suspended the formations on the iron plate by manipulating the Formation eye with his Divine Sense.
The pain ceased, and Big Han took a sharp, deep breath, gradually recovering.
Mo Hua started with serious questions:
"Do you know Boss Jiang?"
After asking, Mo Hua released his Divine Sense, scrutinizing Big Han’s eyes to confirm whether he was lying.
Big Han frowned, his gaze a bit lost, "Who is Boss Jiang?"
Mo Hua then asked, "Do you know Bald Eagle?"
Big Han’s face turned pale, "Bald Eagle... I have only heard...he is ruthless, not a good person..."
"Have you ever seen him?"
Big Han shook his head.
"Have you seen any other bald men?"
Big Han was dumbfounded, "Bald... bald man?"
Mo Hua described a bit, "Someone like Bald Eagle, possibly bald but wearing a wig, known in the underworld by nicknames containing ’bald,’ ’light,’ or ’Arhat,’ ’Tuo,’ or other such words among sin cultivators..."
Big Han grimaced in pain, "Why... are you asking this?"
Mo Hua was displeased, "Am I asking you, or are you asking me?"
Pressured, especially by the recent pain from the dense formation patterns under his knees, Big Han reluctantly said:
"I have been in hiding, mingling secretly for some time. I have heard of some cultivators, quite notorious..."
"Like ’Bald Wolf,’ ’Bald Jiao,’ ’Koutuo Tuo,’ ’Evil Arhat’..."
"But my cultivation is not enough, I only handle petty thefts and small deals, so I have no connections with them..."
Mo Hua silently noted these names, then asked:
"Have you ever trafficked cultivators?"
Big Han’s pupils contracted, but he shook his head:
"I wouldn’t dare. In Qian Xue State Boundary, many clans gather, I don’t have the guts to attract such bad luck, to traffic cultivators."
Mo Hua’s gaze slightly sharpened, his thoughts apparent.
Big Han forced himself to stay calm, but was clearly a bit guilty, his gaze drifting slightly.
Mo Hua faintly smiled, not pressing further, and said:
"One last thing, hand over your Disguise Technique!"