Torture, Eldest Brother's Gift of a Blade

He An's face remained calm, as though he had heard nothing at all.

He walked straight to the cell where Mo Hu was being held and passed in the fine wine and food he had bought that day.

In an instant.

The prison fell silent.

Mo Hu narrowed his eyes, looking at He An with some surprise.

He An chuckled. "Lord Mo, you once showed kindness to my family. I never knew before and offended you in many ways. I hope you can forgive me."

"Eat this food first. If you have any orders in the future, just say the word."

Hearing this, Mo Hu understood. He picked up the wine and took a hearty gulp.

"Fine wine. After all these years, there aren't many who still remember a sinner like me!"

"But whose kid are you?"

"My father was He Na. In the Town Martial Division, they called him He Eldest Brother. But he died carrying out a mission years ago, which is why I never came to see you, Lord Mo."

"He Eldest Brother..."

Mo Hu murmured the name, yet seemed to have no impression of it.

"Ah!"

"I'm old and useless. I can't even remember a name."

"But I still have to thank you. Without you, I wouldn't even have wine or meat to eat. The last time I had such things was a long while ago."

Eldest Brother had been right.

Lord Mo's memory really had worsened.

Thinking this, He An chatted casually with Mo Hu for a few more moments before finally revealing his true purpose.

"Lord Mo, my family has been a little short on money lately. I'm planning to earn some extra Silver Taels. Which of the people in these cells are yours?"

"That way, when things get rough later, I can leave them out."

"..." Mo Hu fell silent.

"None of them are mine. Do whatever you want."

"But those methods don't hurt or itch. Do you really think they'll be afraid?"

He An looked around.

Everyone else was staring at him with mocking expressions.

"Kid, if you can get even one Silver Tael from this grandpa, I'll admit you're impressive."

"Same here. Your grandpa here is thick-skinned and tough-fleshed. My whole body happens to be itching unbearably—why don't you start with me? I guarantee I won't make a sound."

Mo Caihe was even more arrogant. "You little beast, you swindled dozens of Silver Taels from me, and now you want to torture us grandpas? If you've got the guts, come on! If I make a sound, you're my father."

"I don't have a son like you."

He An sneered.

"You..." Mo Caihe was furious to death.

"I'll lay my words down here today: those little tricks of yours are nothing but scratching an itch to this grandpa."

"Come on, start with me."

He An shook his head.

He had seen people courting death before, but never anyone courting it this eagerly.

Were all the people in this prison masochists or something?!

At that moment, Wu Wenming slowly walked over.

What he held in his hands were precisely the tools to be used for today's punishment.

"He Ge, will these things work? These people are at least Martial Artists of the Bone Forging Realm." He took everything out in one breath and asked quietly.

"Don't worry. Watch me."

As he spoke, he walked to Mo Caihe's cell and smiled. "Since your mouth is so hard, we'll start with you. I hope you can hold out a little longer."

Amid Mo Caihe's suspicious gaze and stream of curses.

Before long.

He An had set everything up.

An iron bucket, charcoal, and a fire to heat the branding iron, along with a device that dripped water.

"Wait, what are you trying to do?"

Mo Caihe sensed that something was wrong.

Before, those people had all been like He An, wanting to earn some Silver Taels from him.

The difference was that most of their methods involved whipping, caning, and the like.

For Martial Artists like them, whose strength had reached at least the Muscle Condensing Realm, it was simply like scratching an itch!!

Taking that into account, He An decisively chose the branding iron. A branding iron heated until it glowed scarlet would be unbearable even for a ranked Martial Artist.

Moreover, he had several extra words engraved on the branding iron.

Even if someone could endure the pain of the branding iron, not just anyone could bear the humiliation it inflicted.

And if they could endure even that, all the better.

He An had prepared one final trial as well.

Water Drop Torture.

One of the ten great tortures of ancient times.

A drop of water would fall onto the forehead every second, keeping the prisoner awake day and night.

That was true misery beyond life or death!

A moment later.

"AAAAH!!!"

Shrieks rang through the entire Criminal Prison.

Even the prison cells on the floor above could hear those miserable howls.

"You little bastard, how dare you treat your grandfather like this! I'll kill you! The first thing I do once I get out will be to kill you and your whole family!"

He An smiled.

Yet in Mo Caihe's eyes, that smile was like a demon's.

After branding him once more, He An cast a disgusted glance at the branding iron, then placed it back into the furnace and added more coal to make the fire burn hotter.

"Wait a little longer. I'll brand one more word today, then we'll be done."

Mo Caihe clenched his teeth and shut his eyes in despair.

The other prisoners in the cells all sucked in a breath at the sight.

To them, the branding iron itself was still bearable.

But there were humiliating words engraved on it too!!

Who could endure that?

Once the branding iron had turned red-hot, He An continued, "I'll give you one more chance. Tell me where you hid your Silver Taels, and you won't have to suffer punishment anymore."

"Otherwise, you know the consequences."

"This old man never will!"

"You've got backbone!"

He An did not hesitate. He promptly branded another word onto him, then placed the water-drip device above Mo Caihe's head and tightly secured his entire body in place.

Mo Hu watched curiously, somewhat unable to understand what He An was doing.

Drip.

Drip.

Before long, water droplets began to fall.

"You little bastard, what are you doing?!" Mo Caihe roared hoarsely.

"Branding irons can't do anything to me, and you think a few drops of water will make me talk? Dream on!!"

He An did not argue with him and simply left the Criminal Prison.

"See you tomorrow!!"

"He Ge, will this really work?"

Wu Wenming could not help asking.

"Don't worry. In no more than three days, he'll definitely beg for mercy obediently and willingly hand over every last bit of his family wealth to me."

"Fine."

Wu Wenming was still somewhat doubtful.

What harm could a few drops of water possibly do to Martial Artists who were not even afraid of branding irons?

But He An was brimming with confidence.

Water Drop Torture.

If he could endure even this, then he truly would be a god.

Back home.

On the table in the courtyard, a long saber lay prominently displayed.

The blade was three chi and seven cun long, its hilt wrapped in ebony and silver thread, gleaming with a cold, frost-white sheen.

With just one glance, He An's eyes went wide and fixed on it.

Just then, He Ping walked out with a smile, picked up the long saber, and placed it in He An's hands. "Xiao An, here, take a look."

"Earlier, I heard you say you wanted to learn the [Gale Blade Technique]. I figured you were lacking a good blade, so I had someone forge one for you from the finest refined steel, made to your specifications."

"Even this design took me quite a few days to come up with myself."

"Go on, see if you like this blade."

He An's eyes widened, and he was instantly overjoyed.

Big brother.

Now this was a real big brother!!

No one understood a little brother better than his big brother!!

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