217: trial!

Dugu Litian heard Mu Siyuan's teasing and said helplessly, "Senior Brother, stop teasing me. I came to you for serious business."

"Oh? What is it, Junior Brother?"

Dugu Litian waved his hand, and thirteen Demon Cultivators instantly appeared in front of Mu Siyuan's door.

"These are thirteen Mahayana Demon Cultivators I just captured. They are from the group that suddenly appeared in my Northern Barren State. I wonder if Senior Brother has a way to interrogate some information from them?"

"Thirteen Mahayana Demon Cultivators?"

Mu Siyuan murmured, "Besides my Qingxuan Sect, there isn't even a single Mahayana Cultivator in the Northern Barren State. How did so many Mahayana powerhouses suddenly appear? And they're all Demon Cultivators?"

"Junior Brother, don't worry. Leave this matter to your Senior Brother. In my hands, there's no mouth that can't be pried open!"

"You go back and spend time with your little Qingyin. Just wait for my good news!"

"Senior Brother!!!"

"Hahaha, alright, alright, you're getting shy now. Go back, I'm going to start the interrogation."

Dugu Litian quietly left. As he turned around, Ye Qingyin was standing by the courtyard, quietly waiting for him.

In the short time he was gone, Ye Qingyin had already changed into a white dress with lace, exuding a fresh feeling, slowly trailing down to her calves.

When she saw Dugu Litian come out, she smiled, then lightly tip-toed on one foot, twisted slightly, and gracefully spun in a circle.

After spinning, Ye Qingyin clasped her hands behind her back, her eyes somewhat evasively looking towards the courtyard gate, and softly said, "Does it look good?"

Dugu Litian's eyes were a bit wide, and he nodded blankly, saying, "It looks good!"

"Are you free... to take a walk with me?"

Dugu Litian smiled slightly, walked forward, took Ye Qingyin's hand, and said gently, "Let's go, let's take a stroll in the back mountain."

...

Mu Siyuan was also impatient. After taking custody of the Demon Cultivators, he didn't waste any time and immediately began the interrogation.

Soon, agonizing screams filled with extreme anguish came from inside Mu Siyuan's house.

The sound was extremely heart-wrenching! It was truly chilling to hear even for a moment.

It was as if the owner of the voice was enduring extreme pain, attempting to vent a sliver of it through frantic roars.

But soon, the roars disappeared, replaced by muffled groans.

This was like blocking the Demon Cultivator's only outlet, as if the physical pain was about to crush their Divine Soul!

Making them only wish for death at this moment!

This was a curse technique, specifically used for interrogating prisoners. In his previous life, Mu Siyuan ruled a continent and had countless powerhouses under him, so he naturally possessed some of these methods.

In his memory, if this curse technique was cultivated to its Peak, even a true immortal might not be able to withstand it!

So, although Mu Siyuan had just begun to Cultivate it, it was definitely not something a few Mahayana Demon Cultivators could resist.

"I'll tell! I'll tell! Ahhh! Sir, please stop the curse technique..."

"I already gave you a chance. You want to speak now? Too late! Wait another hour."

Mu Siyuan's faint voice sounded. Although it contained no killing intent, the person seemed to have heard the most terrifying words in the world, and instantly went mad!

"Ahhh! No, don't! Sir, I'll tell! I'll tell you everything!!! Please spare me!!"

He kept screaming, his voice incomparably shrill.

Mu Siyuan didn't even bat an eyelid. He directly waved his hand, continued to seal his mouth, and then put him into his Storage Pouch, letting him wail in pain inside!

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have stopped the curse technique when the person first begged for mercy. But Mu Siyuan had experienced much more.

He knew very well that only when a person was truly in despair from pain would the words they uttered be sincere, especially for these Demon Cultivators!

So, if he said one hour, it was one hour, no discounts!

After dealing with this one, he pulled out another Mahayana Demon Cultivator and interrogated him using the same method.

At first, the person also refused to speak. Mu Siyuan was too lazy to waste more effort, directly cast the curse technique and threw him aside.

Although these people were all Demon Cultivators, they were well aware of the consequences of their betrayal. Their Sect Master was definitely not a soft-hearted person!

So, after interrogating thirteen of them consecutively, not a single one confessed without being forced.

Thus, an hour passed. Mu Siyuan pulled out the first Demon Cultivator on whom he had cast the curse technique.

At this moment, he had been tormented beyond recognition, his entire body covered in terrifying scratches!

That was him being unable to bear the torment of the curse technique, resorting to self-mutilation to vent his inner pain.

His entire body was bloody and mangled, with no intact skin anywhere. He had pulled out all his hair, and he looked exceptionally hideous and terrifying.

But only his confused, scattered, and endlessly painful eyes revealed his inner state.

The hour he spent inside felt like several years; every minute and every second was an incomparable torment for him!

When he saw Mu Siyuan again, he quickly said numbly, "I'll tell... I'll tell..."

"I'll tell..."

Mu Siyuan saw his pathetic state, nodded in satisfaction, and formed hand seals to lift the curse technique from him.

"This is your last chance. If you conceal anything from me, you'll be left to your own devices with the curse technique."

The person, upon realizing that the curse technique on him had been lifted, immediately shed tears of joy and quickly knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly.

But upon hearing Mu Siyuan's words, he jolted and quickly said, "Sir, I will tell you everything without reservation!"

"Sir, I am a Demon Cultivator from the Mo Lin Sect. My main purpose in coming to the Northern Barren State this time is to search for a Cultivation Technique called the Dao Foundation Plundering Great Art."

"This Cultivation Technique was previously held by our sect's Demon Sound Elder. Originally, it was just a relatively ordinary Cultivation Technique, but a few years ago, our sect suddenly discovered the continuation of the Dao Foundation Plundering Great Art in a Secret Realm!"

"The continuation of this Cultivation Technique is extremely Heaven-Defying. It can ignore the original restrictions and directly devour the Cultivation of other Cultivators, not just close relatives!"

"As such, this Cultivation Technique is simply the supreme Cultivation Technique for us Demon Cultivators! It is precisely for this reason that our Mo Lin Sect Master declared that we must find this Cultivation Technique at all costs!"

"However, the Demon Sound Elder was chased and Undergoing Tribulation a few years ago due to exposing herself, so we can only search for it through human effort."

"Before this, our group had already investigated dozens of states. The Northern Barren State is the last state we investigated, and we didn't expect this to happen."

"Sir, Sir, I was only following Di Lecheng's orders when I attacked the Heaven Sword Sect! Please spare me, I swear I will turn over a new leaf from now on!! Sir!!"

Mu Siyuan listened carefully to his words and asked, "What is the strength of your Mo Lin Sect?"

"Reporting to Sir, the Sect Master of the Mo Lin Sect is one of the strongest individuals in Fire Origin State. It is said that he is at least a Nascent Void Realm Ninth Level powerhouse, but I truly don't know his specific strength!!"

"As for the Elders I know, there should be eight in the Yuan Xu Realm, among whom the Grand Elder is the strongest, at Yuan Xu Realm Seventh Level. There might be other hidden experts, but I'm not aware of them."

"As for the Undergoing Tribulation Realm, there are quite a few, and I don't know the exact number."

"I am just a small Mahayana Cultivator. Back then, I was chased by enemies with nowhere to go, so I was forced to join the Mo Lin Sect and become a Demon Cultivator! Sir, please spare my life..."