Chapter 1505: Chapter 810: Punishment_2 But Mo Hua didn’t let him off. A Water Prison Technique condensed out of thin air, immobilizing the big man for two breaths. Gu Changhuai lightly flicked his finger, a Wind Blade severed one of his legs. A stream of blood trickled from the man’s leg, and then he immediately fell to the ground, struggling but unable to get up. Gu An stepped forward, using the Taoist Court’s Spirit-binding Lock to restrain him. By this point, all the cultivators at the station were captured. Gu An and Gu Quan dragged all the cultivators from the station to the dilapidated building, shut the doors and windows, and then sharply asked: "Speak, who are you?" The cultivators lowered their brows, remaining silent. Gu An drew his sword, placing it against the neck of one of the cultivators, and said in a deep voice: "Will you speak?" The blade pressed against his flesh, blood seeping out, but the cultivator bit his lip, saying nothing still. Mo Hua shook his head, "They’re not being honest, refusing to speak the truth..." then his eyes lit up, "Shall we use torture?" Gu An and Gu Quan were startled. Gu Changhuai’s eyelids also twitched slightly. Gu An hesitated, "The Taoist Court’s torture instruments are inconvenient to carry around, and we left in a hurry, didn’t bring any..." "No worries," Mo Hua looked excited, "I brought some!" After saying this, Mo Hua took out a Formation Punishment Board from his Storage Bag, boasting: "This is the latest model, improved many times, and I’ve added numerous formations on it..." It’s the Eighteen Patterns Formation! Previously, Mo Hua learned the Eighteen Patterns, had nowhere to use them, and in a moment of itch, he drew them on the punishment board. However, he hadn’t used this Formation Punishment Board for a long time. After all, he was previously grounded, only able to move within the Qian Learning State Boundary, and had no chance to use this board. Mo Hua felt quite regretful. Unexpectedly, just days after being released, the opportunity arose. Mo Hua was very happy. He had long wanted to test the power of this updated formation device. Seeing Mo Hua’s delighted face, Gu An went silent, then quietly glanced at Gu Changhuai. Gu Changhuai looked at the slightly familiar but improved torture device in Mo Hua’s hand, sighed, and nodded, indicating his consent. Mo Hua handed over the instrument to Gu An, saying: "Make them kneel, maybe they’ll be honest." Gu An had no choice but to place the iron board on the floor, forcing one of the cultivators to kneel on it. In an instant, the board glowed, spiritual power intertwined, and the cultivator let out a pig-like scream. The other cultivators, seeing this, turned pale and then angrily glared at Mo Hua. "Why are you looking at me?" "Oh, I understand!" Mo Hua thought for a moment and then realized, "You’re brothers, wanting to share adversity, you want to experience this board too!" "What a coincidence, I made a few more for testing, just enough for each of you to have one." After saying this, Mo Hua took out four more punishment boards from his Storage Bag. With this, the group of cultivators turned deathly pale, looking at Mo Hua as if seeing the "Evil Ghost" from Hell. When Mo Hua looked at them again, they were filled with fear, their eyes darting away, not daring to meet his gaze. Mo Hua nodded, indicating satisfaction. The previously sneering big man said coldly: "Forget it, brat, you underestimate us. Even if you kill us, you’ll never get anything out of us." "Oh?" Mo Hua became interested, "Tough guys, I like that." His divine thought moved slightly, and the cultivator kneeling on the board howled even louder. The Eighteen Patterns Formation was something he couldn’t endure. He wanted to speak, but seeing the big man’s threatening eyes, he bit his tongue till he fainted, unable to say a word. "This board’s power is sufficient, but the ’torture’ process is still a bit monotonous..." Mo Hua noted in his mind. On the other side, the big man looked mockingly at Mo Hua. "We brothers are desperate men, living with our heads tied to our belts. Using this method for interrogation, brat, you’re too naive." Too naive? Then let’s play something less naive. Mo Hua said with a sly smile: "Since that’s the case, let’s play a game." The head man sneered, "What game?" Mo Hua said: "You’ll all be punished together, kneeling on the punishment boards, answering my questions." "Whoever answers first, I’ll lift the punishment, sparing them from suffering." "How about it?" Mo Hua asked with interest, "The time has come to test your brotherly bonds, and I’m curious whether you can share adversity..." The head man’s expression changed. This kid, such a sinister tactic! Mo Hua glanced at Gu An and Gu Quan, both understood and laid the punishment boards on the ground, pressing the desperate bandit cultivators onto them. Mo Hua activated the formations one by one. As the Formation Patterns flowed, the spiritual power of the formations turned into swords, fire, and ice, creating indescribable anguish. The bandit cultivators turned white as paper, cold sweat streaming from their foreheads, some even cried out in pain. "Alright, now listen to the first question!" Mo Hua said seriously, "What did you have for lunch?" This question was utterly offbeat. Even the three of Gu Changhuai were taken aback for a moment. Instead of asking serious matters, he asked them what they ate for lunch? The group of desperados had no idea what Mo Hua was plotting, biting their lips without speaking. But their silence meant the punishment wouldn’t stop, and the torment of alternating swords, water, and fire wasn’t easy to endure. Finally, someone spoke. "We ate... beef..." Mo Hua raised an eyebrow and praised, "Very good!" then waved his hand, turning off his punishment board. That person narrowly escaped, panting heavily, with a look of relief on his face.