The eleven men's breathing grew noticeably heavier. Though Fang Yun remained composed, inwardly he was more excited than any of them.
Qiu Meng said delightedly, "I never expected this! Any torture tool displayed here must have been used against Demon Kings or Great Demon Kings at the very least, perhaps even Half-Sages. Tools capable of injuring them must be immensely powerful. Grand Academicians of the School of War can absorb the power of weapons to strengthen their Literary Platforms, but the Legalist School is even more direct: they can use torture tools to strengthen their Legalist Canons and Literary Platforms!"
"Every torture tool here is worth a fortune. Once we take them out, we're certain to receive enormous rewards from the Sacred Academy or the Legalist School!" Lian Pingchao's face glowed with excitement, all his earlier displeasure forgotten.
Fang Yun carefully surveyed each torture tool.
There were thirty-seven torture tools here, each enclosed in a hemispherical dome of white, transparent light. The white barriers gave off a faint aura of the Dragon Race.
Within the white barriers, every torture tool was perfectly intact, and every one had dried blood on its surface, as though coated in thick paint. The blood was not merely red; there was black, blue, purple, and more.
The torture tools came in all manner of shapes and designs, each with a descriptive plaque.
There was a small engraving knife seven feet long. This was the "Face-Tattooing Knife," used to tattoo words onto faces-the punishment known as facial branding or ink punishment.
There was a whip over a hundred feet long. The iron whip was covered in barbs and radiated a faint, savage menace. Black mist even rose from its surface, the wisps resembling the miniature faces of some kind of Water Demon. Never mind using it-merely