Boundless Skybreaker: The Tale of Little Healer

She opened her eyes and looked down at the jade slippers. The slippers still gleamed, their inner cloud patterns swirling serenely, showing no abnormality. That fleeting strangeness, was it a hallucination, or… a subtle sign of her poison body's backlash? Yes, it must be that the poison's power hadn't fully subsided. She didn't remove the jade slippers. Instead, she closed her eyes again, focusing more intently on circulating her poison cultivation, trying to pinpoint the source of that fleeting anomaly. In the stone cave, Hun Yin's smile widened, eventually morphing into a suppressed chuckle. "Yes… just like that… blame it on your poison body… and become more reliant on it… trust it more…" He caressed the mirror's surface with affection, his gaze greedily lingering on the jade feet encased in pale purple crystal within the mirror. He imagined them, in the not-too-distant future, trembling, curling, and helplessly enduring all manner of torment at his mere whim. "That Medusa woman, her bones are too hard. After being locked up for so long, she still doesn't know to beg for mercy," he muttered to himself, his other hand reaching for a sinister black jade pendant he kept in his embrace – the Nine Nether Soul Prison Jade. "I wonder how long you… Sect Master of the Poison Sect, Little Doctor Immortal, can hold out?" Deep within the isolated space inside the Soul Prison Jade, Queen Medusa, bound to a scorching rock pillar by golden chains, felt a sudden premonition. She abruptly raised her head, her serpentine eyes erupting with boundless hatred and killing intent. But everything was isolated by the jade pendant, not a sliver reaching the outside world. Hun Yin withdrew his hand and put away the crystal mirror. The image of Little Doctor Immortal within the mirror gradually faded, then vanished. "Enjoy this last moment of peace, my new acquisition." He stood up, his gaze towards the direction of the Poison Sect burning like a hungry wolf spotting its prey. "Three days… just three days, and once the 'Master Recognition' ritual is complete, these 'Heavenly Poison Jade Slippers' will make you understand…" "What true… immobility… feels like." He could already envision the day when this aloof Sect Master of the Poison Sect, tormented by these jade slippers, would tremble and sweat profusely, her delicate body wracked with shivers. Eventually, like Medusa, she would be dragged into the eternal darkness of the Soul Prison Jade. At that time, his "collection gallery" would boast two "treasures," vastly different in style, yet equally dazzling. Hun Yin put away the crystal mirror, his figure slowly sinking into the deepest shadows of the stone cave. He needed to conserve his strength. In three days, when the initial "Master Recognition" ritual for the "Heavenly Poison Jade Slippers" was fully completed, the invisible thread connecting him and his new prey would truly tighten. In the quiet room, Little Doctor Immortal resumed her meditation. The jade slippers beneath her feet remained cool, continuously emitting a soothing coolness that calmed her poison body. That fleeting sense of strangeness had not reappeared, as if it had truly been a mere illusion. She was unaware that, a hundred miles away, a pair of greedy eyes had locked onto her. She was even less aware that the jade slippers bringing her comfort and hope were precisely the steps leading to an endless abyss. That imperceptible prick was the last tenderness before the noose tightened around her neck. Outside the window, the dense poisonous miasma, characteristic of the Cloud-Emerging Empire, completely swallowed the last vestiges of daylight. The miasma churned, and the moonlight was utterly obscured. The long night had begun… And within that small jade pendant, the bruised and battered Queen Medusa raised her head, gazing into the void of darkness. Her serpentine eyes reflected no light, only a dead, silent despair.

The dual extreme torment of soul and body erupted simultaneously. Even with the Iron Will of Xiao Yixian, she couldn't help but let out a short, sharp cry of pain. Her entire body felt as if struck by a heavy blow, staggering backward and slamming into the wall with a dull thud. She knelt on one knee, bracing herself with her hand on the ground, barely managing to stay upright. Her face was ashen, cold sweat beading on her forehead. The intense pain and bizarre itching from her feet slowly receded like a tide, but the powerful restraint imposed by the demonic footwear remained undeniably clear. The dark red patterns on the jade slippers had long since faded, returning to their original tranquil, pale purple hue. They rested demurely on her feet, as if the harrowing ordeal had never occurred. Only the violent heaving of her breasts, her trembling body, and the fleeting terror and incandescent rage in her eyes proved the reality of what had happened. She had not only failed, but had failed despite exhausting every possible method. These shoes could neither be removed nor destroyed. And she, the Sect Master of the Poison Sect, was arguably the strongest person in the entire Cloud Empire. There was no one stronger around to help her break free... Xiao Yixian slowly raised her head, her disheveled hair clinging to her sweat-dampened temples. Her purple pupils contracted to pinpricks, churning with icy, bone-chilling killing intent. This so-called "Calming Jade Slippers" were nothing but a meticulously planned, utterly vicious trap. And in this most vulnerable moment, when her mind was reeling, her breath unsteady, and her internal poison Dou Qi slightly chaotic from the backlash, wisps of gray-white mist, so faint they were almost invisible, silently seeped into the hall. The mist twisted and coalesced rapidly in the air, transforming in the blink of an eye into three bone-white, fist-sized bells, their surfaces etched with distorted runes. They hovered in a triangular formation above her head, her left shoulder, and her right shoulder, rotating silently. Soul-Shaking Bells! Xiao Yixian's pupils constricted violently, a primal sense of danger making her hair stand on end. She forcefully suppressed her discomfort, her purple poison Dou Qi surging instinctively, forming a barrier of purple poisonous mist before her. Simultaneously, she clapped her hands, two condensed poison palm prints about to blast towards the three eerie bells. However, having just endured such torment, she was ultimately a fraction of a second too slow. "Ding!" There was no sound, or rather, it was a ripple of vibration that transcended mortal hearing, directly impacting the very core of her soul! The three Soul-Shaking Bells trembled in unison, and invisible ripples spread outward. Xiao Yixian felt a deafening roar in her mind, as if her soul had been struck by an invisible, heavy hammer. Her vision was instantly flooded with endless black and white static and chaotic phantoms, while her ears were filled with the cacophony of ten thousand vengeful spirits' piercing screams. The poison mist barrier and palm prints she had just formed instantly dissipated. Worse still, at this moment, the jade slippers on her feet resonated strangely with the soul shock. The tearing, dizziness, and stinging at the soul level were inexplicably transformed, amplified, and focused onto her feet by the slippers. An intense itching and numbness surged from the soles of her feet, like a powerful electric current, shooting up through her arches, into her calves, her thighs, and even directly into her most private parts, causing her entire body to convulse violently. This strange sensation, mixed with an unbearable itch, formed a composite torture that surpassed mere physical or spiritual pain. "Ughhh!!!"

Each prick was slight, yet precisely timed to shatter her thoughts and test her limits of endurance. In the mirror, her pace of review slowed, punctuated by pauses. Within the depths of her violet eyes, suppressed rage and cold killing intent warred, though she forcefully held them at bay. "Yes, just like that... Anger, resentment, yet utter helplessness..." Hun Yin watched with relish, even adjusting his posture as if observing a meticulously staged play. He particularly savored her slight intake of breath at a sudden sting, or the subtle clenching and forced unfurling of her toes. The moments when her aloof, high-and-mighty demeanor cracked brought him a twisted sense of satisfaction. "Medusa was like a raging fire, exhilarating to burn, satisfying to extinguish," he glanced at the Soul Prison Jade in his arms, then back to the crystal mirror, his gaze greedy. "But you... you are more like a block of ice being slowly roasted. Watching the surface crack, hearing the faint cries from within as the structure succumbs to the heat, finally melting, boiling... that process, that is true enjoyment. Xiao Yixian's body tensed abruptly. She wanted to move, but her feet felt as if they were cast in concrete, heavy and numb. Every tiny shift amplified the discomfort of constriction and piercing. This was no longer mere interference; it was a escalating punishment and restriction. Through the crystal mirror, Hun Yin admired her trembling shoulders and the back she strained to keep straight. He knew the time was right. Pain alone was not enough; she needed a sliver of "hope," even if that hope was poison. He ceased channeling energy into the Jade Boots, maintaining the tightening and pricking sensation at a level that was "bearable, yet excruciatingly uncomfortable." Then, he diverted a wisp of his consciousness, using the subtle connection between the Jade Boots and the grey soul force imprint. He sent a carefully disguised, fragmented "thought," like a pebble dropped into water, gently "rippling" towards the edge of Xiao Yixian's consciousness. It wasn't clear information, more like a vague "hallucination" or "intuition" born of pain: "Soul Severing Cliff... deep within... ancient aura... sever... contract... only then can you escape..." The "thought" appeared abruptly and indistinctly, yet due to the continuous torment of the Jade Boots, it formed a bizarre connection with her desire to "break free," deeply imprinting itself upon Xiao Yixian's agitated mind. In the mirror, Xiao Yixian's violet pupils contracted sharply. She spun around, her gaze like lightning sweeping across every corner of the quiet room, finally settling once more on her own jade feet. Soul Severing Cliff? That infamous death trap in the Chu Yun Empire? Could there be something there to resolve the issue with the Jade Boots? Was it a trap!? But... what if it wasn't? The persistent tightness and stinging from the Jade Boots served as a constant reminder of her predicament, like background noise. To passively accept her fate would only cause these invisible shackles to tighten further. And that sudden "intuition," however suspicious, was the only visible, potential direction in the darkness. The figure who had infiltrated that day must have been the perpetrator. Although his techniques were strange and cunning, he clearly hadn't reached the Dou Zong level. As the sect leader of the Poison Sect, with her cultivation of four-star Dou Zong and her mastery of poison arts, she had her greatest reliance.

Xiao Yixian let out a short cry, a mixture of pain and extreme, furious shame, her forward momentum abruptly broken as she stumbled! It wasn't just the searing, brand-like sting, but the unprecedented shame and humiliation of her buttocks being struck by a stranger's hand. As the renowned Sect Master of the Poison Sect, a power that commanded respect across the Northwestern Continent, she had always maintained a cool, self-possessed demeanor. When had she ever endured such a lewd and vile assault? Especially one deliberately targeted at her in the midst of battle! The intense pain and overwhelming rage instantly shattered her composure, disrupting her breathing. Her jade boots, seemingly agitated by this sudden emotional turmoil and the external exotic flames, suddenly felt a surge of intense heat and a violent tightening within, as if invisible hands were gripping her ankles. The combined internal and external agony, coupled with the mental shock, threw her steps into complete disarray. Her legs buckled, and she nearly fell to one knee. "Hahahaha! Esteemed Sect Master, how do you like my welcome gift?" accompanied by Hun Yin's despicable laughter. "Whoosh!" Another chain, low to the ground, swept out like a viper, aiming for her feet! Before the chain even reached her, the scorching waves of flame had already melted the gravel beneath her soles into molten glass! Xiao Yixian, gritting her teeth against the burning pain in her rear and the churning shame in her heart, instinctively twisted her body, narrowly dodging the sweeping attack. But her movements, once fluid and precise, were now clumsy and strained with every evasion. Empowered by the exotic flames, the burning chains not only attacked ferociously but also continuously emitted a power that suppressed and eroded her poison Dou Qi. Under the glare of the blue-white flames, her purple poison mist was being pushed back, its color dimming. The scorched flesh beneath the torn fabric on her rear sent waves of stinging pain, a constant reminder of that humiliating blow. What distracted her further was Hun Yin, hidden outside the formation and enveloped in a faint blue-white flame aura. He grinned maliciously, channeling his spiritual power to control her jade boots, intensifying the high-frequency pricks and itching. Each stab was accompanied by a burning, maddening itch that shot up from the soles of her feet, echoing the pain from her rear. Her space to maneuver rapidly shrank under the relentless assault of the burning chains. Xiao Yixian struggled amidst the flames and her fury, her elegant footwork dismantled by the intense heat, the suppression of the exotic flames, the torment of her boots, and the turmoil in her mind. Her green robes were tattered by sparks and grazed by chains, revealing numerous red burns on her exposed skin. The wound on her rear throbbed with a shameful ache with every movement. "Despicable scoundrel!" she spat through gritted teeth, her purple eyes devoid of their usual coldness, blazing with a rage and killing intent that threatened to erupt. She glared fixedly at the blurred shadow outside the fiery cage. If only she weren't trapped by the chains and the exotic flames, she would have poisoned him a thousand times over! "I can't let this drag on! I must break this chain formation!" She forcefully suppressed her churning emotions, a sharp glint returning to her eyes. She abruptly stopped, her hands forming seals with lightning speed! Even in this unfavorable environment, with her Dou Qi suppressed, the immense power of a four-star Dou Zong, combined with her current overwhelming fury, erupted with astonishing might! "Thousand Illusions Poison Spring!" Viscous purple poison liquid surged forth once more, carrying a more potent, sweet, and corrosive scent, splashing wildly towards the encroaching burning chains! "Ssss!!!" The poison liquid collided with the chains burning with blue-white flames, resulting in an unprecedentedly violent reaction! Great plumes of foul-smelling smoke billowed into the sky. The flames on the chains flickered violently, and the dark red links were actually corroded, forming pits and emitting a "hissing" wail, their forward momentum slowing! It was effective, but at a great cost! The poison evaporated rapidly under the intense heat of the exotic flames, and the backlash of scorching exotic flame energy sent a burning pain through her meridians. Seeing this, Hun Yin's expression, hidden behind his mask, darkened, then became even more excited. "Embarrassed and enraged? You've got spirit! Good! This is much more interesting!" He urged his mind, the nascent fire essence of the Green Lotus Earthly Core Flame within him vibrating. The blue-white flames on the nine chains in the air suddenly surged, spreading and intertwining like living creatures along the links, instantly transforming the entire chain cage into a burning blue-white fiery prison. The terrifying heat distorted the air, blurring vision. Simultaneously, three chains, burning with the most intense flames, wrapped around the surrounding rock pillars, anchoring the fiery cage. The remaining six chains, concealed by the heat and the flickering exotic flames, attacked from six deadly angles with the power to incinerate everything. Xiao Yixian's poison spring had not yet reformed, and her protective poison mist dissolved like ice and snow before the surging exotic flames. At the moment her old strength gave out and her body momentarily faltered, two chains precisely coiled around her ankles. The blue-white flames instantly transferred from the chains to her skin and jade boots, the burning pain piercing. Even more perverse was the way the chains tightened. Instead of binding her legs together, they pulled them apart in a "大" shape, forcing her legs into an ungraceful, awkward angle... Two more chains followed closely. As her body swayed from her ankles being restrained and her arms instinctively trying to maintain balance, they coiled around her wrists like two fiery venomous snakes, one on each side. The wrapping method was equally insidious. After circling her wrists, the chains extended slightly upwards, binding the joints of her forearms and upper arms before locking tight. This forced her arms behind her back, her elbows bent and pressed by the chains, completely preventing her from forming seals or executing Dou techniques. The fifth chain, carrying waves of scorching heat, wrapped horizontally around her waist as her body straightened naturally from her arms being forced behind her. The chain dug in deeply, and after several coils, it suddenly yanked backward and upward. This force, combined with the anchors at her feet, forced her to shift her center of gravity backward, her back arching into a painful curve. Her entire upper body was forced into a strange, backward-leaning posture, causing her full, ample breasts to thrust forward, exposed and captivating...

The final chain, a finishing touch as all other restraints were secured, coiled around her slender neck with suffocating heat, gentle yet irresistible. It didn't tighten enough to impede breathing, instead wrapping around once and a half to perfectly contour the curve of her neck. The clasp rested lightly on the front of her collarbone, a cold, shameful choker. The terrifying heat from the chain, burning with an otherworldly fire against her skin, and the ever-present threat of death made her breaths shallow and cautious. Her head was forced into a slight upward tilt, unable to lower. Confinement complete! Six chains, burning with pale blue flames, held Xiao Yixian rigidly in the center of the inferno cage, in a posture of extreme humiliation, agony, and complete subjugation. Her legs were spread and bound shamefully, her ankles bearing the weight and burn of the chains, amplifying the stinging heat within her jade slippers to an unbearable degree. Her arms were twisted behind her back, joints immobilized, flames dancing along her skin. Her waist was pulled upward and backward by the chains, forcing her body to arch, her proud breasts rising and falling with each unavoidable breath. Her neck was encircled by the fiery chain, like a collar, her head tilted back to expose a vulnerable throat and pale cheeks flushed with indignant rage… The entire pose rendered her balance precarious, most of her weight resting on her spread, bound feet and her bent, aching back. The slightest sway of any chain would throw her off balance, yet the multiple restraints prevented her from falling, leaving her to helplessly endure the constant burning of the flames and the persistent pain and shame of her position. The pale blue otherworldly fire leaped and flowed along the six chains, continuously scorching her clothes and skin, emitting a faint sizzling sound, bringing endless torment. Beneath the tattered blue robes, the red marks and scorched blackness of multiple burns were stark. Her jade slippers, subjected to both the external flames and internal heat, radiated an astonishing warmth and a constricting sensation as if they were melting and fusing together. "Urgh!! Mmm!..." Xiao Yixian gritted her teeth, forcing her cries of pain back down her throat, but her body trembled violently under the restraint of the fiery chains. Sweat that barely beaded was instantly evaporated by the heat, her purple hair clinging to her damp forehead and cheeks. Her eyes remained fixed on Hun Yin, her gaze burning with a fury and killing intent that seemed almost tangible. Through the heat-distorted air, Hun Yin, enveloped in a faint pale blue fiery aura, emerged slowly from the waves of heat. He savored the sight of the usually aloof Xiao Yixian, completely bound and violated, his gaze sweeping slowly over every detail of her subjugated form with a mixture of scrutiny and amusement. From her spread legs to her twisted arms, to her arched back and the heaving of her full breasts with each gasp, his eyes finally settled on her upturned face, beaded with sweat and etched with fury, and then to her vulnerable neck entwined with fiery chains, and finally to her delicate feet, encased in pale purple jade slippers, which now appeared even more fragile and helpless beneath the embrace of the flaming chains. "A Sun-scorched Desolation, with otherworldly fire as its cage," he rasped, his voice carrying a scorching breath and suppressed excitement. "This 'molten' posture is the only fitting adornment for the Sect Master's 'ice skin and jade bones.' I wonder if this hospitality can perhaps… 'temper' away some of the Sect Master's unnecessary stubbornness?"

Suddenly, the crisp sound of mechanisms firing tore through the silence of the rift. Dozens of hidden compartments in the smooth rock face above abruptly flipped open. From each compartment, a black metal pillar, five centimeters thick, shot out like it was precisely thrown by an invisible hand. With a chilling whistle through the air, they launched in waves, one after another, their trajectories forming a deadly crisscrossing net. The immense, forbidden power contained within forced the weakened Little Doctor Immortal to abandon any thought of a direct confrontation and instead descend to evade. Two sinister black pillars streaked towards Little Doctor Immortal from either side of her body, angling to pierce the ground just inside her feet. With two soft thuds, they embedded themselves precisely along the inner edges of her feet, the distance between them barely wider than her shoulders. This forced her to spread her legs wider than shoulder-width to avoid her insteps being impaled. Almost simultaneously, two more black pillars shot from slightly above and behind her, forming a V-shape. With two dull thuds, they embedded themselves in the ground just behind her heels. These four pillars, two on the outer front and two on the inner rear, effectively "boxed" her feet into an area that demanded a wide stance. Still at the same moment, two black pillars shot down from diagonally above her left and right shoulders. After a slight collision in mid-air, they altered their angle and, with two sharp clangs, embedded themselves into the ground on either side of her body, crossing each other. The intersection point was precisely level with her wrists when her arms were held out. The lower gap formed by these two intersecting pillars perfectly "caged" her wrists near the intersection, naturally guiding her arms into a sideways outstretched position. She instinctively tried to exert force to break free, but the black pillars, merely five centimeters thick, didn't budge. The faint runes glowing on their surface seemed to silently mock her futile efforts. This feeling of being "trapped" was incredibly stifling, as if all her strength was being directed at the most awkward angles, with nowhere to land. Then, another two black pillars shot out horizontally from behind her sides, precisely embedding themselves into pre-drilled slots in the middle section of the two intersecting pillars already in the ground. With two clicks, these horizontal pillars became crossbars, one positioned just below her left elbow joint and the other below her right, fixing the angle of her forearms to her upper arms and reinforcing the sideways outstretched posture of her arms. The remaining dozen or so black pillars, as if alive, shot in from various angles to supplement the structure. Several shorter pillars braced the main load-bearing intersecting pillars from behind. Two slender pillars passed horizontally through the exposed space under her armpits, created by her outstretched arms, connecting the left and right frames and preventing her from drawing her arms in. Even more pillars were inserted at specific angles, forming parallel vertical restraints on the outside of her thighs and knees, completely immobilizing her spread legs. Only now did a cold anger truly surge from the depths of Little Doctor Immortal's heart. This wasn't a battle; it was a meticulously planned and executed confinement, precisely measured and tailored to her body dimensions and habitual movements. The angle of each pillar, the intersection point of every brace, revealed how thoroughly her movements had been "studied" by the designer. Finally, two specially curved black pillars were inserted diagonally into the ground from specific angles behind her knees. Their tips pressed lightly but firmly against the back of her knee hollows, making it difficult for her to bend her knees and squat, forcing her to maintain a straight standing posture. A humanoid frame, formed by countless black pillars intersecting in a "大" (great) character shape, was now complete. Little Doctor Immortal was trapped within a three-dimensional cage constructed from dozens of slender pillars, like an insect in amber, a butterfly on a specimen board. The realization of being utterly outmaneuvered, where even her struggles appeared clumsy and pathetic, brought a cold humiliation far greater than any direct attack. This wasn't a brutal suppression of force, but a precise measurement and prediction accurate to the millimeter. The opponent had not only calculated that she would enter this place but had also foreseen the spacing of her steps, the angle of her raised arms, and even her instinctive postural adjustments when attacked. As the dull thud of the last pillar entering the ground subsided, Little Doctor Immortal was enveloped by a cold, precise, and lewd metal framework. Her feet were "regulated" by the ground pillars into a wide-legged stance, her arms were "propped" into a sideways outstretched position by the intersecting pillars and crossbars, and her body was "fixed" by the crisscrossing network of slender pillars into a standard "大" character structure, brimming with exhibition and humiliation. Her wrists, elbows, armpits, thighs, knees... multiple key joints of her body felt the cold, hard touch of those sinister black pillars. This cluster of pillars had completely "locked" her into this predetermined pose, making escape impossible. "Hmph!" Little Doctor Immortal grunted, attempting to exert force to break the black pillars. But these soul-anchoring pillars were exceptionally hard, their surfaces shimmering with runes that resisted energy erosion. In her weakened state, her hastily conjured corrosive poison mist failed to take immediate effect. She swung her left fist, infusing it with poison power and smashing it into the black pillar restricting her left arm. A dull clang echoed, but the pillar didn't budge. The recoil sent a numb shock up her arm. Just as she was trapped in the black pillar cage, attempting to leap into the air, struggling fiercely to destroy the pillars, at that very moment.

Hun Yin's greatest talent was striking while the iron was hot. Several shorter, pliable silver tendrils shot out, quickly heading towards Xiao Yixian. One first wrapped around Xiao Yixian's fair arms, its immense pulling force yanking her wrists behind her back, binding them tightly with several loops until they were firmly secured. "Ugh!? Ah!!" Losing her last means of support in an instant, Xiao Yixian's entire body convulsed violently. The iron chains, previously pressed down by her hands, tightened again, straightening and digging deeply into the tender flesh. They relentlessly released their aphrodisiac poison. The iron chain wasn't finished. It continued to pull Xiao Yixian's wrists upwards, forcibly hoisting her into a W-shaped position, her bound hands crossed and tied behind her neck. The remaining tendrils moved downwards, forcibly securing Xiao Yixian's elbows. This rendered the already powerless Xiao Yixian completely unable to struggle free. After binding her arms, the pliable silver tendrils didn't stop. They continued upwards, splitting into two groups that wrapped around the roots of her unsuspecting breasts twice each, tightly constricting Xiao Yixian's perky bosom. Additionally, two more tendrils passed through the cleavage between Xiao Yixian's breasts, vertically tightening the horizontal loops. Now, the dense iron chains formed an iron hoop, an eight-shaped figure around the roots of Xiao Yixian's jade-like breasts. This made her already full breasts swell by several sizes, her thin, pale purple dress barely containing them, threatening to burst at any moment. "Ugh... so tight... Ugh, you despicable pervert... Damn it... I really... I really can't hold on much longer..." Xiao Yixian gasped for air, her tightly bound breasts bouncing up and down with her unwilling struggles and breaths. The pliable silver tendrils on her upper and lower body simultaneously released their aphrodisiac poison, rubbing against her breasts, her core, and her rear. Xiao Yixian's upper body quickly grew hot, her small nipples, visible through the thin pale purple dress, hardening and protruding. Meanwhile, the torment of her lower body entered its next phase. The needle pricks, itching, and squeezing she had previously endured gradually transformed from pain into an unusual pleasure. "No... I can't... I can't just stay here and wait to die... My body's strange reactions... I can't... I can't hold back... Quickly, I must leave now and kill that beast..." Xiao Yixian attempted to gather the last vestiges of her willpower, which had not yet been overwhelmed by pleasure. With extremely tenacious willpower, she stared fixedly at the grinning Hun Yin at the end of the hall and took another step. "Mmm... Huh?! Hiss... Ugh... Ah... Ah..." Xiao Yixian, shamefully spreading her legs, cautiously took small steps forward. The wave-like numbness spreading from her core intensified with each step, forcing her to suppress her moans. While Xiao Yixian's entire body was being thoroughly tormented, the intense pleasure derived from the pain, itching, and squeezing in her lower body grew stronger and more frequent! "Mmm!!... What is happening... Why, why is it all happening at once... My upper body, my lower body, my feet... No, I must hold on!! That beast is still watching, no, this is too embarrassing, Ahhh... Hold on!!!" Xiao Yixian had already walked several meters. Her core and rear had been rubbed raw by the iron chains for several meters, thoroughly soaked in the aphrodisiac poison. "Mmm... Ugh..., Damn it! Xiao Yixian, as a Dou Zong expert, the Sect Master of the Poison Sect, how can you succumb to these lewd desires? You must kill that beast for revenge! So, so itchy... What's going on! This feeling is only getting stronger... Mmm...!!" At this moment, Xiao Yixian's body seemed to have reached a dangerously critical threshold. It felt as if a single misstep would unleash a tidal wave of pleasure. This made Xiao Yixian even more anxious. With every small step she took, she had to gasp for breath and pause for a long time.

In the center of the stone platform, the circular area glowing with a faint blue light silently sank downwards. Then, an object slowly rose up. It was a peculiar platform, its entire body exuding a warm, jade-like texture. The platform was rectangular with rounded edges, its surface smooth as a mirror, yet complex, dark golden patterns seemed to flow within it. Even stranger, the jade platform's surface was not flat but featured subtle indentations conforming to the human body's curves. Particularly at the foot positions, there were two clear grooves, as if tailor-made for a specific type of footwear. An ancient, chilling aura, yet one that subtly resonated with the malevolent poison within Xiao Yixian, emanated from the jade platform. A glint of success flashed in Hun Yin's eyes. He willed it. Xiao Yixian's feet, as if pulled by an invisible force, "whooshed" and precisely slotted into the corresponding foot-shaped grooves on the jade platform! They fit perfectly, as if they were meant to be one. The moment her feet made contact with the grooves, all the ropes binding her automatically loosened. But before Xiao Yixian could react— "Click! Click! Click!" Several dark golden, ring-shaped restraints, forged from some unknown metal, shot out with lightning speed from hidden mechanisms around the edges of the grooves! One clasped her ankle, another her instep, a third her calf, locking her feet immovably within the grooves. Then, countless more restraints sprang forth, locking her wrists, arms, neck, and thighs at various joints. The inner surfaces of these restraints seemed to possess a similar aphrodisiac poison to the soft silver restraints, clinging tightly to acupoints and continuously releasing their effects. This was not all. The dark golden patterns on the jade platform's surface suddenly blazed with a dazzling light. The light, like a living entity, surged upwards from Xiao Yixian's feet, which were now embedded in the grooves. Wherever it passed, golden threads seemed to writhe beneath her skin, bringing a bizarre sensation that was both cold and burning, both numbing and stinging. Simultaneously, the jade platform itself began to emit a powerful suction. It wasn't absorbing her flesh or soul, but rather, it was selectively and greedily drawing out all the residual toxic energy within her, all that was connected to the origin of her Malevolent Poison Body. "Ah!!!" Xiao Yixian cried out in pain again. This time, the agony wasn't from external torment but from within! She could clearly feel the Malevolent Poison at the very core of her being being frantically drawn out and devoured by the jade platform. With every bit that was extracted, the binding light of the platform intensified, the golden threads beneath her skin became more distinct, and the sense of confinement and numbness grew stronger. Absorbing poison, strengthening restraints, a vicious cycle, sinking deeper and deeper! In mere breaths, her already incredibly weak aura plummeted further, while the platform's restraints grew ever stronger, pinning her firmly to its surface. Only her head could turn slightly; her entire body was utterly locked down. Hun Yin slowly approached the jade platform, looking down at the slender figure trembling with pain and weakness, yet held fast and imprisoned. His gaze was like that of an artist admiring a newly completed, flawless masterpiece. "The Heavenly Poison Jade Platform," he began, his voice echoing in the stone cavern. "Forged by the ancient Soul Clan ancestors specifically to 'entertain' that 'esteemed guest' who possessed the Malevolent Poison Body. It absorbs your poison, converting it into the power that binds you. The stronger you are, the stronger it becomes. The more you struggle, the faster it draws. A perfect... death loop." He extended a finger and gently tapped the air. The jade platform vibrated slightly, its surface glowing. Xiao Yixian immediately felt the restraints binding her body automatically adjust their position and tightness. At the same time, some force within the platform began to manipulate her body. Her arms, which had been bound behind her back, were now slowly pulled to her sides by an invisible force, compelling her into a spread-eagle posture. Restraints shot out from the platform's edges, firmly securing her wrists and elbows to pre-set clasps. The restraints around her waist also adjusted, forcing her spine to straighten and her full breasts to be pushed upwards. In an instant, she was rigidly bound to the cold jade platform in a standard, deeply humiliating, "big character" pose. Her limbs were stretched and fixed, her perfect body curves exposed. "Now that's more like it," Hun Yin nodded with satisfaction, a sinister grin spreading across his face as he approached. With the absolute suppression of the Malevolent Poison Body by the Heavenly Poison Jade Platform, Hun Yin finally dared to lay his hands on her.