80: Chapter 80 Heavenly Prison Purgatory!

If one were to ask where the most terrifying place in the Great Xia is, it is naturally the Great Xia Heavenly Prison.

This place is specifically designated by the Great Xia for incarcerating grave criminals.

It is a purgatory that, once entered by a living person, makes it difficult for them to leave intact.

At this moment, in the deepest part of the Heavenly Prison, in a prison cell where even the rats from the sewers would not wish to linger.

There is not even half a window here, nor are there any torches for illumination.

Only a few eternal lamps hang on the walls, their oil long since mostly burned away, casting a dim, faint, and flickering light.

This stretches the shadows of the cell into grotesque lengths, making the entire prison cell appear all the more eerie and terrifying, with a bone-chilling cold.

The air is constantly filled with a heavy, musty odor.

This musty smell is mixed with the stench of rusted iron and the rot of aged bloodstains.

These various odors are churned together, pungent and nauseating.

Taking a single breath makes one feel as if their internal organs are churning, making them wish they could vomit out their very intestines and stomach.

At this moment, in a cell reinforced with several layers of black iron chains, two significant, grave criminals are being held.

Second Princess Xia Lingyue is tied tightly to the stone pillar in the center.

Her hands are bound behind her back, with chains as thick as a thumb wrapped around her again and again, biting deeply into her flesh.

Her wrists have long since been worn to a bruised, purple swelling.

Where the skin is broken, beads of blood constantly seep out, sticking to the iron chains; the slightest movement causes piercing pain.

Her entire body is covered in thin silver needles.

From a distance, she looks just like a hedgehog unable to move.

Those silver needles have been inserted with absolute precision into her major Meridians and Acupoints.

They have completely sealed the flow of True Qi within her body.

Let alone breaking free from the chains.

As she is now, even lifting a finger or turning her neck requires exhausting all her strength.

Having long been subjected to endless torment, her entire body is as limp as mud.

She cannot even lift herself up.

And opposite Second Princess Xia Lingyue is the lover she once entrusted her heart to, You Quan.

At this time, You Quan has iron chains pierced through his shoulder blades, pinning him to the opposite stone pillar.

His limbs are locked tightly by black iron shackles, and his joints are chafed until the flesh is mangled.

He is likewise covered in silver needles that seal his Meridians, his clothes ragged and tattered.

Beneath every scrap of cloth lie hideous wounds.

Layers of dark red scabs are piled up, sticking to his clothes; any movement tears open new wounds.

From time to time, fresh beads of blood seep from the wounds, dripping onto the cold, gleaming bluestone floor, splashing into tiny, fragmented bloody sprays.

You Quan lowers his head, his messy, filthy long hair hanging down, covering his entire face and all his expressions.

Only his tightly clenched fists, with knuckles turning white and then blue, reveal the monstrous hatred and despair in his heart.

In the deathly silent Heavenly Prison, only the intermittent sobbing of Second Princess Xia Lingyue echoes repeatedly in his ears, making him unbearably irritable.

Second Princess Xia Lingyue has been crying for a whole day and night.

Her eyes are as swollen as a monkey's buttocks, red and puffy.

Her face is covered in crisscrossing tear tracks mixed with dust, looking utterly wretched.

Her throat has long since cried itself hoarse, the sounds she emits are dry and broken, sobbing until she can barely catch her breath.

"I was truly blind... I was blind to have believed you!"

"I staked all my hope, my very life and future, on you..."

"Didn't you say you were at the Peak Heaven-Human Realm? Didn't you say that below the Land Immortal, you were invincible, and that you could take me to trample the Great Xia and sit upon everything?"

As she spoke, Second Princess Xia Lingyue began to cough violently!

"You... how did you end up like this..."

"How can you not even protect yourself!"

As she spoke, she could not control herself and burst into tears again.

Because she cried too violently, her chest heaved intensely, pulling at the needle holes on her body, making her tremble all over with pain.

Following that was uncontrollable, violent coughing, coughing until it felt like her heart and lungs were being torn apart.

As if she were going to cough out her very internal organs.

Yet You Quan remained motionless throughout.

He turned a deaf ear to her cries and accusations.

As if these sounds were merely like the wind passing by his ears.

His hollow eyes stared fixedly at the floor beneath his feet, devoid of any luster or emotion.

Only the heart-rending pain constantly surging from his entire body reminded him over and over again that he was still alive.

Still living in this purgatory on earth, enduring endless torment.

Damn it!

The Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander of the Great Xia.

Commander Lu Bing!

You brat, I, You Quan, will remember you.

Ever since he was captured and brought into the Heavenly Prison, Commander Lu Bing had not uttered a single word of interrogation.

Without a word of nonsense, he directly ordered the jailers to use all eighteen types of Great Xia torture on him.

First, they used silver needles to seal his Acupoints, making him unable to mobilize even a shred of True Qi, just like a living dead person.

Next came the most brutal whipping.

Using ox-hide whips soaked in saltwater, they lashed him again and again.

Every lash drew blood, and every lash made him feel heart-rending pain.

The rough ox-hide whip tore his flesh, and the saltwater seeped into the wounds, making him convulse all over with pain, nearly fainting to death.

The flesh on his back was whipped until it was split open and mangled, such that not even a single patch of intact skin could be found.

Then came the tiger bench.

Bricks were placed one after another under his feet, forcing his knees to twist.

A crushing pain came from his joints, and his ligaments were forcibly stretched.

He could clearly hear the creaking sound of his bones, the pain soaking his clothes in cold sweat, his teeth clenched tight, blood foam seeping from the corners of his mouth; he fainted several times, only to be splashed awake by the jailers with cold water.

As soon as he woke up, before he could even catch his breath, chili water was poured down his throat.

Scalding chili water mixed with coarse salt was forcibly poured into his mouth and nose.

The spicy, burning pain spread from his throat and nasal cavity to his internal organs.

Every breath felt like being cut by a knife, choking him into a frenzy of coughing.

His throat constantly coughed up blood, and his internal organs felt as if they were being scorched by raging fire, the pain unbearable.

Just after the chili water torture ended, there followed the finger-crushing torture.

Refined iron clamps held his ten fingers tightly, the force tightening bit by bit, until his finger bones were nearly broken.

The piercing pain shot straight to his head, making his whole body spasm uncontrollably.

After that was the branding iron torture.

A red-hot branding iron was pressed against his body, instantly searing his flesh black, emitting a sizzling sound and filling the air with the smell of scorched flesh.

It was a torment that penetrated to the bone marrow, where one could neither live nor die.

From head to toe, there was not a single intact place on him.

Before old wounds had healed, new ones were inflicted.

The wounds festered repeatedly, causing him such pain that he could not sleep at night, and even when he fainted, he would be awakened by the excruciating pain.

If it were not for the fact that he was at the Peak Heaven-Human Realm, with a Physical Body strength far exceeding that of ordinary people.

He would have long since been tortured to death by these cruel punishments, his soul returning to the Yellow Springs.

You Quan's fists were clenched tight, his fingernails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood.

The hatred in his heart grew wildly like poisonous vines.

He had lived for over a hundred years, and though he had done countless evil deeds, he had never been abused like this.

Abused to the point of wishing for death.

Commander Lu Bing!

Xia Chen!

This purgatory-like suffering, this tremendous humiliation.

If one day he could escape this death row, he would certainly tear these people into ten thousand pieces and make them pay in blood!