The Young God's Chronicle

Lin Fan knelt on the ground, appearing respectful, but his mind was already in motion. On the inner side of his boot heel, almost imperceptible silver threads writhed like living things. The flat-soled Jade Divine Boots silently began to elevate their heels. One centimeter, two centimeters… until ten centimeters. Just as Li Hanyi was about to take a step forward, she suddenly felt her arch being forcibly stretched, her instep nearly perpendicular to the ground. Her expression shifted slightly, and her delicate feet curled within the boots. This sudden change instantly threw off her graceful, ethereal posture. The boots, moreover, yanked her from the air back to the ground. "What's happening?" she frowned, tapping her toes lightly on the ground, trying to regain her balance and float again. But the boot heels firmly propped up her heels, stretching her arches painfully, tightening the muscles in her calves. She, who always walked on air, had never experienced the sensation of being "unsteady on her feet." Her delicate feet trembled within the boots, her arches feeling as if clamped in a vice. The inner walls of the boots pressed tightly against her skin, as if countless tiny threads were slowly tightening, molding her feet perfectly into the curve of the high heels. Those feet, which once trod on moonlight without a trace and soared through the wind, were now imprisoned within ten-centimeter heels. The tops of her feet were stretched to an almost vertical position, her arches taut like drawn bowstrings, every inch of her skin protesting. An invisible force seemed to be slowly compressing within the boots, from the sole to the heel, from the instep to the ankle, stretching every sinew to its limit. She could clearly feel the sensitive acupoints on the soles of her feet being gently stimulated by hidden runes within the boots, sending waves of numbness and stinging pain. Even more terrifying was that this discomfort was not merely physical pressure but a form of "spiritual restraint." When her sword energy flowed through her feet, it was subtly absorbed and transformed by the boots, paradoxically reinforcing the boots' binding enchantments. The more she tried to circulate her energy, the tighter the boots clung, as if merging with her flesh and blood. "Fairy, what's wrong?" Lin Fan looked up with feigned panic, but a hidden glee flickered in his eyes. Li Hanyi did not reply. With a wave of her delicate hand, a stream of sword energy slashed towards the boot shaft – she intended to remove these bizarre boots. But as the sword energy touched the boot's surface, it vanished like a stone into the sea, leaving not even a scratch. Even more bizarrely, the boot shaft suddenly writhed like a living thing. The jade-like material transformed into something akin to liquid metal, creeping up her calves. The boot shafts rapidly extended, encasing her knees, and continued upwards, reaching her thighs. What were once calf-high boots had now become a pair of over-the-knee boots, completely imprisoning her long, fair legs, the boot surface clinging to her skin without a single gap. As the boot shafts ascended, her delicate feet were further secured. The curve of the heels remained unchanged, but the constricting sensation of the boots intensified tenfold. The stretching of her arches became more acute, her heels rigidly supported by the heels, unable to touch the ground. She could only bear the weight of her entire body on her toes and the balls of her feet. With every slight movement, the runes inside the boots began to glow faintly, searing her soles like brands, sending waves of burning pain. She could feel her strength being slowly siphoned away. Those feet that had once cleaved mountains and split rivers now struggled even to stand. The heels forced her to lean forward, and she had to tilt her body slightly to maintain balance. However, the tight constriction of the boot shafts limited her movements, preventing her from adjusting freely. Her figure swayed, like a willow in the wind, a stark contrast to her usual image of an ethereal being who "trod on moonlight without a trace and whose sword strikes were dustless." Rage boiled within Li Hanyi. Who was she? The peerless Sword God of the Great Xia martial world, ranked first on both the Martial Arts and Fairy rankings. A single sword from her could defeat any foe. Yet now, she was trapped in these muddy wilderness by an unremarkable young boy, ensnared by a pair of peculiar boots. She attempted to use her energy to shatter the boots, her sword energy surging like a raging river into her feet. But the boots acted like a bottomless abyss, swallowing all her sword energy. Instead, they emitted a low hum, and the heels vibrated slightly, suddenly intensifying the stretch on her arches. A pained groan escaped her lips, and fine sweat beaded on her forehead. "This... impossible!" she gasped in shock. Her power was enough to shatter mountains and divert rivers, yet before these boots, she was as helpless as a child. She tried again, attempting to cut through the boot shafts with her sword energy, but it dissolved like ice in the sun upon contact. She even tried to probe within the boots with her divine sense, only to discover that the interior formed a small, self-contained world. As her divine sense entered, it was immediately ensnared by countless tiny silver threads, preventing any further penetration. Li Hanyi could even feel the boots "breathing" – with every heartbeat, the boots would contract slightly, as if merging with her flesh and blood. Her delicate feet were being slowly consumed by these "Jade Divine Boots," from the outside in, from form to spirit. "You... what have you done?" Li Hanyi's voice turned icy as she realized she was trapped by these boots, her eyes blazing with killing intent. She formed her delicate hand into a sword, condensing a three-inch sword energy at her fingertip, pointing directly at Lin Fan's forehead. "Ant, do you know the consequences of scheming against a Sword God?" Before the sword energy could reach him, Lin Fan felt a stinging pain on his forehead, as if ice needles were piercing him. He stumbled back in fear, but then suddenly remembered something and quickly said, "Fairy, wait! I know the origin of these boots. I found them in a chest in the cave behind the mountain! There's another pair of boots in the chest; perhaps we can find a solution there!"

Just then, a noble and elegant white immortal dress slowly drifted down from the void, its hem fluttering like clouds and mist, emitting a faint moonlight glow, as if carrying the celestial aura of the Nine Heavens. The dress was embroidered with complex and profound runes, each line seeming to breathe, subtly radiating an oppressive power that could bind all things. Yet, beneath its beauty lay endless treachery and enslavement—the Immortal Binding Dress. "Not good!" her heart trembled violently, and the last vestiges of her sword energy erupted. But the Divine Restraint Boots were like a gaping abyss, swallowing all her surging spiritual energy. Her legs remained firmly bound, unable to part even an inch. Lin Fan, a boy who appeared no older than thirteen, stood at the cave entrance. His frame was slender, his face tender, yet he carried an air of sinister arrogance utterly incongruous with his age. With a light tap of his fingertip, the immortal dress shot out like a white rainbow, instantly coiling around Li Hanyi's waist, wrapping around her layer by layer like vines. The fabric flowed like liquid silver. Wherever it passed, her white immortal robe, symbolizing her status as Sword God, her close-fitting spirit silkworm silk undergarment, and even her protective jade armor, all melted like ice and snow, turning into wisps of smoke and being drawn into the depths of the dress. In an instant, Li Hanyi was completely naked, with only the single-tube transparent Divine Restraint Boots on her legs, and the Immortal Binding Dress that had completely enveloped her, a non-ordinary item of profound white. Her snow-white skin was like jade, her curves exquisite. The proud spirit that once wielded sword energy to pierce the heavens was now laid bare like a sacrifice in this dark cave. "No—!" she roared, her voice like a sword cry tearing through the sky, causing loose stones to rain down from the cave walls. But the immortal dress had already adhered completely, transforming into countless threads of silver, entwining her entire body like vines. Each thread carried a scorching spiritual pressure, seeping into her skin and sealing her meridians. Her proud sword heart, within this invisible restraint, flickered like a candle in the wind, on the verge of extinguishing. Legend had it that once this dress was worn, it was like being entangled by a thousand threads, rendering even the most powerful incapable of escape, ultimately turning them into slaves of the dress. Lin Fan's lips curved into a slight smile, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "Sword God Li Hanyi, now you are nothing more than a plaything in my palm." With a thought, the Immortal Binding Dress suddenly contracted. The hem rolled upwards, transforming into a completely sealed restraint bag, wrapping Li Hanyi tightly from head to toe, leaving only her nostrils and the slit of her lips for breath. The material was as supple as silkworm silk, yet as strong as iron chains, digging into every inch of her skin, molding her into a mummified form. Inside the dress, countless tendrils as fine as hair emerged from the fabric, writhing like living creatures. They gently brushed against her nipples, the hollow of her waist, her buttocks, the soles of her feet… sometimes as light as feathers, sometimes tightening abruptly, making her bones creak. "Ugh… Ah…" she let out broken moans, her sword heart vibrating. But her spiritual energy had been sealed by the immortal dress, rendering her unable to mobilize even a sliver of it. She could only struggle like a mortal, but with every twist, the tendrils became more rampant, attacking her armpits, groin, and the soles of her feet simultaneously, tossing her between pain and a strange pleasure. Lin Fan's fingertip tapped again, and the Immortal Binding Dress changed once more—the originally profound white immortal dress instantly turned transparent as crystal, completely sealing Li Hanyi within a transparent, vacuum-sealed restraint bag. She was like a butterfly trapped in amber, every alluring curve and delicate skin clearly visible. Her proud, snow-white breasts, her fair and slender legs forming a Y-shaped secret place due to being tightly pressed together—at this moment, the supreme Sword God had no privacy whatsoever. "You… How dare you! Woo! Woo…" Li Hanyi's eyes widened in fury, but before she could finish speaking, the transparent film sealed her nostrils and lips. She instinctively opened her mouth to breathe, but the film clung to her lips like a living thing, forcibly blocking the air. She gasped violently, her chest heaving, but with each inhalation, the film tightened, like an iron hoop constricting her chest, squeezing out the remaining air from her lungs. With her strength as a terrestrial immortal, she could already go for extended periods without needing oxygen. However, once the Immortal Binding Dress sealed all her spiritual energy, it forced her back to a state where she needed oxygen to survive. "Ugh… Woo! Woo! … Woo!!" she let out muffled, pained groans. The "Yongquan acupoint" on the sole of her foot felt as if it were being slowly rotated by a sharp point, sending electric currents throughout her body, causing her to convulse in suffocation. The transparent restraint bag deformed slightly due to her struggles but remained airtight. She was like a fish thrown ashore, her mouth opening and closing in vain within the transparent cage, swallowing nothingness. She, who was once a high and mighty Sword Immortal, was now being wantonly toyed with by a mere boy, with an immortal dress and a pair of wicked boots. Her pride shattered like broken jade. Her mind, in the midst of suffocation and humiliation, began to crumble, bit by bit. At first, Li Hanyi's heart burned with rage, like a volcanic eruption, vowing to incinerate the boy and the wicked artifact. She recalled the sight of herself standing atop Kunlun Peak, her white robes like snow, her sword pointing at the heavens. Back then, all immortals bowed, and the heavens and earth changed color for her. But now, she was naked, sealed in such a transparent cage, to be watched, to be played with.

The Empress, sensing something amiss, hastily mobilized her spiritual energy. Her vast true essence surged like colossal ocean waves, battering her meridians and the restraints. Yet, the silk garment seemed to devour all spiritual energy; every surge of true essence vanished in an instant. By the time her potent internal spiritual energy was completely sealed, she was dragged down from her pedestal as the world's supreme terrestrial immortal. *No… uh…! My spiritual energy is completely sealed! How is this possible?!* The utterly astonished Empress couldn't believe that any divine artifact could exist in this world capable of sealing her vast, ocean-like spiritual power. Simultaneously, she could clearly feel the thin barrier locking in her body heat, like a sealed greenhouse. Sweat, initially a fine mist, began to seep from her temples, her back, and the fullness of her chest. But as the warmth intensified, the light sweat turned into a cold sweat, clinging stickily to her skin, only to be further trapped by the silk garment, forming a nauseating, humid cage. She felt as if she were encased in a cocoon incubated by her own body heat, stiflingly hot, each breath like swallowing the moisture she herself exuded. The pressure on her breathing surged like a tide. The silk garment was tightest at her chest, as if an invisible hand had precisely gripped her heart. She instinctively tried to take a deep breath, only to find the airflow severely restricted. The silk garment didn't completely block air, but in an extremely subtle way, it compressed the space for her chest cavity to expand. Each inhalation felt like struggling against a resilient membrane, requiring several times the usual effort, yet only allowing a small amount of turbid air, carrying her own body heat, to enter. Exhalation was even more difficult; waste gases couldn't escape smoothly, lingering in her lungs, bringing on waves of dizziness from oxygen deprivation. "Han Yi…!! Save me!!" Realizing she could no longer escape on her own, the Empress finally cried out to her friend. But Li Han Yi merely stood by silently, offering no response to her friend's plea. Her exquisite face was etched with bitterness and guilt. Lin Fan's lips curved slightly as he tapped his fingertip. "Ugh! Woo…!" In an instant, darkness consumed the Empress's vision – not from closing her eyes, but from complete occlusion. The Phoenix Binding Robe spread like a living thing, instantly covering the Empress's eyelids, ear canals, nostrils, and lips, forming a seamless, soft yet resilient membrane. She could no longer see; the world plunged into absolute darkness. She could no longer hear; even the sound of her own heartbeat was isolated. She couldn't speak; her throat was locked by an unseen force. She couldn't even breathe – her nasal passages and mouth were completely sealed, not allowing a single wisp of air to enter. The Empress's mouth snapped open, wanting to scream, to question, but the membrane clung to her lips like latex, supple yet unbreakable, blocking all air. Like a fish cast ashore, she could only open and close her mouth in vain, unable to draw in a single breath of oxygen. Suffocation began. The Empress, her cultivation sealed, was no longer like an immortal who needed no air. Even as a Martial God, her physical body sanctified, she now required breath to obtain oxygen. 'Ugh!! Damn it!! This is unbearable!… I can't breathe!!… Why isn't Han Yi saving me yet! Could she!! Ugh!!!' The Empress's divine body instinctively arched, her spine taut like a drawn bow, veins bulging on her neck. Her hands clawed frantically at her chest and face, her nails scratching against the silk garment with a "ripping" sound, yet unable to tear it even slightly. Her legs pushed against the ground, the heels of her Divine Restraint Boots scraping against the jade tiles with a piercing shriek, but her divine body was firmly bound to the dragon throne by the Phoenix Binding Robe. Her meridians burned, her internal organs convulsed, her lungs expanded and contracted rapidly like bellows, yet not a single breath of air entered. In the darkness, the Empress's senses were amplified infinitely. She could "hear" every beat of her heart, heavy and sluggish, like a broken bell tolling the alarm of doom. She could "feel" the blood rushing through her veins, carrying the toxins of oxygen deprivation towards her brain, making her drowsy. 'Ugh…! Ugh… I'm suffocating… Ugh…' The Empress's struggles gradually shifted from conscious resistance to unconscious spasms. Her body convulsed as if electrocuted, each spasm carrying the despair of impending death. The flush on her skin, caused by oxygen deprivation, deepened. Sweat soaked her temples, and a drop of sweat traced a path down her jaw, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone, only to be greedily enfolded by the silk garment. As the tendrils at the soles of her feet began to move, the Empress's body spasms intensified violently. Within the Divine Restraint Boots, fine tendrils rose from the soles, precisely kneading her sensitive soles. The tingling pleasure intertwined with the agonizing pain of suffocation, creating an extreme, contradictory sensory storm. 'Woo ah…~~!!' The Empress's arched back suddenly straightened from the stimulation, her head thrown back, the veins on her neck bulging as if about to burst. Her eyeballs protruded slightly from oxygen deprivation, her unfocused pupils rolling aimlessly in the darkness, seeing no light. Her fingers splayed powerlessly, their tips turning pale from extreme oxygen deprivation, trembling slightly like a dying candle flame in the wind. She wanted to beg for mercy, to roar in anger, to summon the power of heaven and earth to crush this youth, but she could utter no sound. She could only endure the dual torture of soul and body alone in this dark, humid, suffocating cage.

His pupils contracted slightly, his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed as he saw the Empress arch her back from the stimulation on the soles of her feet, revealing her breathtaking spinal curve and the proud line of her buttocks. As he watched her chest heave with her struggles, and her soft, white breasts jiggle up and down, his gaze became scorching and viscous, piercing through the thin barrier to measure their alluring, plump dimensions. But what Lin Fan coveted was not merely the beauty of this sacred body, but the unparalleled, terrifying power sealed beneath its exquisite skin. He imagined how, in her prime, this alluring Empress could have pulverized the top martial artists of the pugilistic world into mist with a single punch. And now, the source of that power, the vessel of that power, lay before him like a lamb to the slaughter, naked and vulnerable, for him to take, to possess, to toy with as he pleased. This feeling gave him an unprecedented, almost divine sense of power, different from conquering the Sword God. One was like an ethereal fairy from the heavens, while she was the ruler of the vast empire of Great Xia, possessing supreme power and status. "Your Majesty," Lin Fan's voice grew hoarse, tinged with suppressed excitement, "your figure is truly unparalleled in this world. Beneath every inch of your skin, it feels as though the power to cleave mountains and split the earth is contained. It's a pity..." He reached out, his fingertips carrying a chilling warmth, and gently brushed across her lower abdomen before grasping a high, full breast, feeling the softness and elasticity in his palm. "From this day forward, all the power within this body will exist solely to pleasure me." "Vile beast! Release me! I will flay you alive and exterminate your entire clan!!!" Xiao Tianfeng's roar was like that of a wounded lioness, filled with endless rage and killing intent. How she wished she could mobilize the vast, boundless spiritual energy within her and crush this ant before her into dust with a single palm, but her meridians felt frozen, and the power of a terrestrial immortal was completely suppressed by the Phoenix Binding Robe, unable to stir even a sliver. Lin Fan ignored her threats. He formed hand seals, and his mind moved. On the Phoenix Binding Robe, countless fine golden runes instantly lit up. These runes, as if alive, rapidly spread across Xiao Tianfeng's entire body. Wherever they passed, they brought a needle-prick sensation, as if countless red-hot fine needles were piercing her acupoints simultaneously. "Relax your body, Your Majesty. This will allow you to better experience the joy of being a woman," Lin Fan's voice was as gentle as if he were coaxing a child. "Please, enjoy yourself to the fullest." "Ugh—!" A non-human wail escaped Xiao Tianfeng's throat. This was not relaxation, but torture. Each rune's movement precisely stimulated the most sensitive nerves within her body, amplifying both pain and pleasure to the extreme. This pain intertwined with the maddening, tingling pleasure from the soles of her feet, forming an extreme sensory storm she had never experienced before. Her body convulsed in excruciating pain, and within the convulsions, she was pushed towards one uncontrollable peak after another. Her climax came without warning, accompanied by violent tremors and an uncontrolled gush of warm liquid. Her divine martial body, once capable of changing mountains and rivers, now felt like a runaway doll, repeatedly scoured by extreme pain and pleasure. "No! No... don't... stop... please..." The proud Empress finally uttered a plea for mercy for the first time. Her voice was hoarse and broken, filled with endless humiliation and despair. A flicker of satisfaction crossed Lin Fan's eyes, but he did not stop. What he wanted was the complete collapse of her will, the extinguishing of the last spark of pride deep within her soul, by his own hand. He increased the intensity. The runes on the Phoenix Binding Robe glowed to their extreme, and Xiao Tianfeng's skin flushed with an abnormal crimson. Her orgasms came more frequently and more intensely. With each peak, the bed beneath her would become soaked, and the air filled with the intoxicating fragrance of the Empress's bodily fluids. "Ah... Mmm... No... Ah... Ugh..." Her curses, her threats, her pleas, all dissolved into meaningless syllables, spilling from lips that once commanded the world, transforming into a symphony of humiliation. This bedchamber had become her purgatory, and Lin Fan, the sole deity here, master of all her pain and pleasure. Outside the bedchamber, the night deepened.

Stepping out of the imperial chambers, Lin Fan's lips curved into a playful smile. With a thought, the transparent crystal boots that bound the Empress's delicate feet began to transform. The boots' color shifted from clear to a noble imperial yellow, mirroring the Empress's dragon robes. The shafts rapidly extended upwards, reaching the very root of her thighs, encasing her long, supple legs completely. On the boot surface, intricate patterns of dragons and phoenixes, embroidered with gold and colored threads, began to appear, lifelike and exceptionally opulent. As the Empress walked and the hem of her dragon robe swayed, glimpses of these matching boots would occasionally flash into view. Her heels were lifted high by slender stiletto heels, forcing her to walk on her tiptoes. Finally, a thin chain, no more than ten centimeters long, emerged from the boot shafts and was secured to the inner sides of her knees, restricting her legs and allowing her to take only tiny steps. Only the Empress knew what cruel instruments lay hidden beneath this solemn and magnificent exterior. Lin Fan ceased the continuous torment of the Phoenix Binding Robes, merely sealing her vast spiritual power. However, he had transformed the Soul Binding Boots into ultra-long, high-heeled boots. Her feet, subjected to the boots' unpredictable power, had been forcibly reshaped into delicate, petite feet of a mere 30-yard size, now snugly fitted into these twelve-centimeter-heeled dragon and phoenix high boots. Her toes were forced to curl within the cramped toe box, her instep forcibly arched into a straight line, with only her tiptoes barely touching the very front of the sole. This was an extreme form of torture; every second, her soles throbbed with a piercing pain and an indescribable numbness. This made it almost impossible for the Empress to walk normally. She could only shuffle forward, step by agonizing step, with Lin Fan supporting her like a eunuch with one hand, enduring the ache. "Clack." "Clack." "Clack." The slender heels struck the hard white marble floor, emitting a crisp, rhythmic sound. The noise carried far in the silent palace corridors, each strike sounding as if it were hitting the Empress's own heart, and the hearts of all the palace staff along the way. The eunuchs and maids lining the path, witnessing the Empress's peculiar gait, were filled with astonishment. They had never seen anyone walk like this before. Her Majesty took each step incredibly slowly, her body leaning slightly forward, her stride small and somewhat stiff, as if she exerted all her strength for every tiny step. And where was that "clack-clack" sound coming from? It sounded like something hard striking the ground. "Strange, why is Her Majesty walking so peculiar today?"

It was entirely pitch black, crafted from an unknown leather that emitted a sinister sheen, as if it could absorb the surrounding light. The long leather garment appeared both resilient and supple in texture, its design rustic yet exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. “This item is called the Dragon-Binding Hide. If we can place it upon Shulido, the peril on the northern front may be averted.” The Empress's gaze was instantly drawn to the black leather garment. She sensed that within this seemingly ordinary piece of clothing lay a terrifying power capable of making even her heart tremble. “What divine effect does this possess?” she asked in a low voice, already harboring an ominous foreboding. Lin Fan smiled faintly, unfurling the “Dragon-Binding Hide” in his hands. The moment it unfolded, the garment revealed its “malicious intent”—it seemed inherently designed to restrain a person into a specific posture. “Once worn, it can forcibly restrain even the most powerful individual,” Lin Fan's voice was soft as a lover's whisper, “arms locked into a ‘Y’ shape, legs pressed tightly together. It suppresses all spiritual power, leaving the wearer utterly helpless.” He continued, “Moreover, it cannot be removed on its own and is indestructible. The most remarkable part is its ability to transform...” He gestured with his hands as he spoke. “It can transform into an ordinary black trench coat, allowing her to wear it without suspicion. Then...” Lin Fan traced a circle in the air with his hand. “It binds her into a ‘human dog.’ Forcibly folding her limbs, it forces her to crawl on the ground like the most adorable pet dog, led by a leash held by her master.” At this point, the Empress's breath caught abruptly. She could vividly picture the scene. Shuri Duo—equal to her in fame, even surpassing her in cunning, proud as a phoenix—wearing that black leather coat, crawling on all fours like a dog through the dust. And her master would be this youth standing before her. A chill rose from the depths of her heart. Half of that chill stemmed from fear of the “Confinement Dragon Skin,” the other half from dread of this youth, Lin Fan. She had no doubt Shulido would truly be transformed into a “human dog” forced to crawl on the ground. “How... how can she be made to wear this?” Xiao Tianfeng's voice was dry as dust. “That requires Your Majesty's assistance,” Lin Fan said, presenting the dragon-binding skin before her. “In the North, do you not command the most loyal secret guards? Bribe those close to Shulido. Present this ‘treasure garment’ to her as a rare, priceless artifact. Tell her it is an ancient divine object. Once worn, it will shield her from all attacks and even enhance her spiritual power.” The Empress fell silent. She knew this was another trap—a vicious one, aimed at Shuliduo, just as vicious as the one she herself had once faced. She reached out and took the cold, almost living-like “Dragon-Binding Skin.” “Your servant... obeys your command,” she murmured, her voice utterly still. The Empress knew that from the moment she donned the Phoenix-Binding Robe and the Spirit-Binding Boots, nothing about her belonged to herself anymore. And now, she was about to personally drag another woman—equally powerful and influential—into this abyss of eternal damnation. That very night, a top-secret order emanated from the Great Xia Imperial Palace, transmitted through covert channels to the distant north. A conspiracy targeting the Sovereign of the Steppes, the Empress of the Great Liao, had begun.

“It matters not.” Shuliduo allowed the chill to spread through her body. Yet, the instant she fully donned the leather garment— A sudden transformation occurred! The ‘Dragon Robe’ seemed to come alive! The black leather sleeves instantly pulled her arms forcefully backward, pinning them tightly together in a “Y” shape. Immediately, the leather began fusing at her arms, completely enveloping her limbs and hands within it. She was sealed inside an airtight leather cocoon, unable to move even a finger. “You—!” Shurido's pupils contracted sharply, her eyes blazing with shock and fury. In the next instant, the leather trench coat automatically closed from top to bottom, locking tightly around her ankles. It continued to tighten relentlessly, compressing her two beautiful legs into a single, ankle-length leather cylinder, preventing even the slightest separation. The entire black leather garment clung to Shuliduo's delicate frame like a second skin, impenetrable and suffocating. Even more terrifying, Shuliduo felt the boundless sea of spiritual energy within her instantly suppressed by a tyrannical force. Her meridians froze like ice, her true qi stagnated, utterly unable to be mobilized. “You ungrateful son! How dare you ambush me?!” Shulido roared, her voice cracking like thunder, causing the candles within the tent to flicker violently. Yet Yelü Hong merely sneered coldly. In his hand appeared a jade talisman, black as ink, engraved with intricate, eerie runes. With a gentle pinch, the talisman glowed with a faint, eerie light, resonating with the Dragon-Trapping Hide. “Esteemed Mother, your power is overwhelming—so formidable that every warrior on the steppes trembles before you. None can defeat you, the War Goddess of the Grasslands, in open combat. Your humble son had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure. It is time for the Great Liao to have a new ruler.” His voice was icy, his face smug with satisfaction. " The Free-Spirited Prince promised me that if I deliver you, Mother, to the imperial capital, he will help me ascend the throne." Shuliduo felt her body tightly bound by the Dragon-Bound Hide, unable to break free. Rage consumed her: "You foolish fool! At this very moment, the Great Xia is retreating in defeat. This is the perfect opportunity for our grasslands to unify the world! How dare you betray me now, seeking to skin a tiger? Do you even know what you're doing?!" Jealousy blazed in Yelü Hong's eyes: "Hah! Mother! Even if you conquer the world, what then? In the end, won't your beloved eldest prince still sit upon the throne? I, Yelü Hong, refuse to be merely your pawn! Rather than paving the way for others, I'd rather seize my own destiny! Guards!!" A dozen personal guards, already lying in wait outside the tent, stormed in like ravenous wolves. Each wore heavy armor and wielded iron chains. “How dare you!! I am the Queen of the Heavenly King! You dare rebel!” Shuliduo's eyes widened in fury, her petite frame erupting with astonishing strength. With a violent jerk, she shattered the rosewood table beside her into splinters, sending wood fragments flying. “Quick! Restrain her!” Yelü Hong's expression darkened as he barked the order. These loyal followers of Yelü Hong showed no fear of Shuliduo's authority. They swarmed forward, clutching her waist, legs, and arms with deadly grip. Though Shuliduo could not wield her spiritual power, the physical strength of her Earth Immortal physique remained terrifying. Trapped, Shuliduo's body began to writhe violently, like an imprisoned mother dragon. Each convulsive struggle carried immense force, hurling two guards flying against the tent wall, spitting blood. These guards were elite warriors, yet more men swarmed forward. Iron chains wrapped around her waist, legs were bound, and a dozen large hands pinned her petite frame to the ground. She was slammed onto the carpet, her cheek pressed against the soft fur of a snow wolf, utterly immobilized. “Ugh!! How dare you! You ants presume to touch this Empress?! Release me! Ah!! All of you, release me! I am Shuliduo! I am your true sovereign!” The guards' heavy panting and the clanking of chains echoed from all directions. Their palms pressed against her waist, back, and legs like red-hot irons. The coarse stench of sweat and leather seeped into her nostrils. This was a humiliation sharper than the physical restraint—she, the Queen Consort of the Great Liao's Ying Tian, was being pinned to the ground by a group of men she considered mere ants, treated like a piece of cargo awaiting disposal.

A slender silhouette floated ethereally in the clouds, clad in snow-white robes, her long skirt cascading like a waterfall. It was none other than Li Hanyi, the Sword God. Her eyes were shut, her brow furrowed as if enduring some unseen torment. Her feet, delicate jade, hovered in the void, unsupported. Sword energy swirled around her, forming a gossamer-thin protective barrier that repelled the clouds, concealing her in the high heavens. However, her long, slender legs were tightly encased within a black boot shaft—the manifestation of the "Soul Binding Boots." Ever since she left the imperial capital, Lin Fan had bound her legs, from thigh to toe, within this boot. The shaft fit snugly, pressing them together so tightly that not a sliver of space remained between them. Inside the boot, at fixed intervals each day, countless tiny tendrils would emerge, writhing like living things, gently caressing her legs, the soles of her feet, and her toes. These tendrils carried a faint spiritual energy, and each touch sent ripples of disorder through her sword energy, causing her soul to tremble. She could only forcefully circulate her sword heart to maintain her sanity and prevent herself from losing control. Yet, even so, she had to endure the daily conditioning of intense orgasms. For only when her celestial fluid erupted would the Soul Binding Boots cease their torment for the day. Each time, the myriad tendrils would contract, rub, and penetrate simultaneously, until her soul blurred, her body trembled uncontrollably, and sweat slicked her skin. Finally, high above the clouds, she would silently bear the extreme pleasure alone. At this moment, her divine sense was locked onto a slow-moving caravan below—the escort for the "Hunting Box." Within that box lay the Queen of Liao, Shuliduo, the war goddess of the Great Liao. She had to ensure Shuliduo's safe arrival at the imperial capital, or Lin Fan's plan would be ruined. The tendrils within the boot shaft writhed again. She bit her lower lip, her brow furrowed, yet her divine sense remained fixed on the caravan, guarding against any unforeseen events. Inside the Golden Palace. Lin Fan gently stroked the Empress's hair, watching her kneel between his legs, remnants of his essence lingering on her lips, her expression vacant. "You wonder why the Liao soldiers retreated?" he sneered. "Because they have no generals left to command. With the Queen of Ying Tian lost, the Liao army's morale has shattered. And you, His Supreme Majesty the Empress, can easily reclaim lost territories and expand the Great Xia's borders." The Empress, who was intensely addicted to and craved power, slowly raised her head, her eyes shimmering with moisture. Her submissive gaze deepened. "Thank you... Prince Xiaoyao! Master..." Among the escorting party for Shuliduo. The Hunting Box swayed and jolted in the hands of the guards, moving forward like a lone boat adrift on a boundless sea of darkness. This narrow leather box, eighty centimeters long and forty centimeters wide and high, was ancient in design. Its surface was carved with a depiction of an eagle hunting a rabbit—a "Hunting Box" used by grassland nobles to transport raptors. But at this moment, what was imprisoned within was not some majestic Gyrfalcon, but the true "King of Eagles" of the vast grasslands—the Queen of Ying Tian, Shuliduo. Yelü Hong had designed the interior space to be extremely confined. Even her petite and delicate body was packed in so tightly that not an inch of extra space was left for her to struggle. She curled up, her knees pressed against her chin, her back flush against the box's wall, unable to move even the slightest bit. Her purple robe, symbolizing supreme authority, had long been stripped away, replaced by a tight, airtight "Dragon Restraint Leather." This material was more formidable than any chain of profound iron. It was an insidious magical artifact, rumored to be crafted from the hide of a thousand-year-old Flood Dragon, embroidered with restrictive runes using mithril thread. It was specifically designed to subdue peerless powerhouses. Currently, it clung tightly to Shuliduo's delicate form, fitting like a second skin. She could clearly feel the tiny, living tendrils within the Dragon Restraint Leather reveling on her skin, 'tasting' her incomparably noble body. These were spiritual tendrils condensed from runes, as fine as ox hair, yet densely packed, covering almost every inch of the leather's inner surface. The moment the Hunting Box containing her was lifted by the Great Xia's secret guards, and the jade talisman activated the Dragon Restraint Leather, these tendrils began their endless "caressing and toying." At first, it was gentle, like the caress of a lover's fingertips, a subtle, tantalizing numbness that brushed across her exposed back, waist, hips, and the outer sides of her thighs. The sensation was so real it made her hair stand on end. Shuliduo attempted to channel her spiritual energy to resist, but any attempt to circulate it from her dantian was ruthlessly suppressed by the runes on the Dragon Restraint Leather. Instead, it provoked more tendrils, which, like sharks smelling blood, converged and burrowed towards her Qihai acupoint. "Buzz—" A barely audible vibration emanated from the depths of the Dragon Restraint Leather. Immediately, the tendrils became agitated. They were no longer gently probing but began to lick with a commanding rhythm. Like warm snake tongues, they slithered across Shuliduo's smooth shoulders, arms, abdomen, even delving into the bends of her legs and her nether regions. The sensation was not physical, yet it was maddeningly real. Every inch of skin that was licked flushed with a fine red hue, like a burning fuse spreading rapidly throughout her body. Her breathing grew erratic, her chest heaved violently, and a suppressed, melodious moan escaped her throat, only to be forcefully swallowed back down.