Punishment of the Celestial Punisher Xuanfa

The sun hung low over the Immortal Xia Sect, casting long shadows across the jade steps that led to the main hall. The sect, nestled among misty peaks and ancient pines, had always been a sanctuary for female cultivators. Here, they trained in sword techniques and meditated on the Dao, free from the coarse intrusions of the outside world. But today, the air was thick with tension, the usual chirping of spirit birds silenced by an oppressive aura that rolled over the mountain like a storm front.

At the sect’s entrance, a young disciple in white robes stood trembling, her face pale as she clutched a broken spirit stone. She had been sent to the nearby market town to purchase materials for the sect’s formation arrays, but a careless word—a stray comment about a lone male cultivator in black training clothes—had sparked his ire. She hadn’t known who he was. How could she? The Celestial Punisher Xuanfa was a name whispered in fear, a legend of ruthless justice that roamed the cultivation world. His face was cold, his eyes like chips of obsidian, and his reputation preceded him: he loved nothing more than bending arrogant women over his knee and spanking their buttocks raw, claiming it accelerated cultivation. Most female cultivators scoffed at the idea, rejecting such degradation. But Xuanfa did not ask for permission.

Now he stood before the Immortal Xia Sect’s gate, his black training clothes immaculate, his hands clasped behind his back. His expression was stone, unreadable, but a cruel amusement flickered in his gaze as he surveyed the panicked disciples scrambling to summon their sect leader.

“I am here to collect a debt,” Xuanfa said, his voice low and cold, cutting through the whispers like a blade. “Your disciple insulted me. According to our world’s law, the sect bears the responsibility. Every female cultivator in this sect will receive punishment—a thorough spanking until your buttocks bloom like red peonies.”

The disciples gasped. One of them, a junior in yellow robes, stepped forward, her hand on her sword. “You cannot do this! The Immortal Xia Sect is under the protection of—”

“Protection?” Xuanfa’s lips twitched, almost a smile. “No one protects you from me.”

A flash of black light, and the yellow-robed disciple was on the ground, her sword clattering away, her cheek stinging from a finger flick that had struck her faster than she could blink. She scrambled back, eyes wide with fear. The other disciples drew their swords, but their hands shook. They knew his name. They knew his power.

Footsteps echoed from the main hall. The doors swung open, and Shen Mengyue stepped out, her black-and-white Daoist robes flowing with an ethereal grace that belied the steel in her eyes. Her waist-length black hair swayed, and her face—fair and pure, yet carrying the subtle allure of a mature woman—was set in cold determination. Mid-stage Nascent Soul. Sect leader of the Immortal Xia Sect. She would not let this monster defile her disciples.

“Xuanfa,” she said, her voice calm but sharp as a drawn sword. “Leave. I will not allow you to harm my sect.”

Xuanfa did not move. He simply raised an eyebrow. “Your disciple offended me. The debt must be paid. You can either submit and let me spank every woman here until I am satisfied, or you can resist, and I will do it anyway, only harsher.”

Shen Mengyue’s hand went to her sword. “You leave me no choice.”

She drew. The sword sang as it left its sheath, a blade of pale blue light that pulsed with the energy of a thousand refining cycles. She launched herself forward, her movements a blur of grace and power, the sword aimed at Xuanfa’s chest. The disciples watched, holding their breath. Their sect leader was a master, a renowned sword cultivator. Surely she could at least drive him back.

Xuanfa did not draw any weapon. He simply raised two fingers—his index and middle fingers—and flicked them outward. A surge of black energy lashed out, colliding with Shen Mengyue’s sword strike. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the courtyard, cracking the jade tiles. Shen Mengyue was thrown back, her feet skidding as she landed. She gritted her teeth and attacked again—a flurry of strikes, each one infused with her Nascent Soul power, the air screaming as her sword carved through it.

Xuanfa moved like smoke. He never used more than seventy percent of his strength, a deliberate choice to test her mettle. He sidestepped, parried with his fingers, each touch sending a jolt of dark energy that numbed her arm. He watched her with cold detachment, analyzing her technique, her flaws. She was strong—mid-stage Nascent Soul was nothing to scoff at—but he was Perfection, a realm she could not breach.

After a dozen exchanges, Shen Mengyue’s robes were torn, her breathing ragged. Sweat glistened on her brow. She knew she was outmatched, but she could not yield. She channeled all her qi into one final strike, a spiraling sword beam that screamed toward Xuanfa.

He met it with a single finger. The beam shattered. The backlash threw Shen Mengyue to the ground, her sword spinning away. She landed on her back, winded, her body aching. Before she could rise, Xuanfa’s shadow fell over her. He stood above her, his face as cold as a winter moon.

“You fought well,” he said, not as a compliment, but as a simple observation. “But you are defeated.”

Shen Mengyue’s eyes widened in terror as he reached down. With effortless strength, he grabbed her by the collar and lifted her, then bent her over his knee. Her heart pounded. She struggled, but his grip was iron. One hand held her down, the other—the hand that had shattered her attack—unfastened the sash of her Daoist robes.

“No!” she cried, but her voice was lost as the fabric fell away, baring her buttocks to the cool air. The disciples screamed, some charging forward, only to be knocked back by a wave of black energy that pinned them to the ground.

Xuanfa raised his hand. “One for the insult,” he said, and brought his palm down.

The crack echoed across the mountainside. Shen Mengyue’s breath hitched, a sharp sting blooming across her left cheek. He spanked again, hard and methodical, each hit turning her skin a deeper shade of red. She bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a cry, but tears welled in her eyes. The pain was intense, but worse was the humiliation—before her own disciples, the sect leader was being spanked like a naughty child.

Fifty strokes. Her buttocks were mottled red, hot to the touch, but she did not break. Xuanfa paused, noting her silence with a hint of approval. He had intended a hundred, but there was something in her defiance that amused him.

“Your sect will suffer for your resistance,” he said, his voice flat. He released her. She collapsed to the ground, scrambling to cover herself, her face flushed with shame and fury. Xuanfa stood, straightening his robes. “From today, every female cultivator in the Immortal Xia Sect—from the sect leader to the smallest maid—will receive one hundred strikes of the Dark Wooden Board upon their bare buttocks. This punishment will continue daily for three years.”

The disciples stared in horror. Three years of daily reaming. Their cultivation would suffer, their dignity shattered.

Xuanfa ignored their pleas, their tears. He turned and walked toward the sect’s hall, his voice carrying over his shoulder. “Bring your sect leader to the hall. She will be the first. The board is ready.”

Shen Mengyue, still on her knees, watched him walk away. Her hands shook. But deep in her heart, something stirred—a dark curiosity. He had spoken of acceleration. She had felt a strange surge of energy after each spank, a warmth that seeped into her dantian. Could there be truth to his words? She pushed the thought away. No. This was punishment. This was torture.

But as two trembling disciples helped her to her feet, her eyes followed Xuanfa’s back, and she knew, with cold certainty, that her life—and the life of her sect—had changed forever.

The sun hung low over the Heaven's Binding Realm, casting long shadows across the stone courtyard where time had blurred into a monotonous rhythm of punishment and submission. Fifteen years had passed since Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que had been bound to Xuanfa's will, their days measured not by sunrises but by the sharp crack of the Heaven's Way Wooden Board against their upturned buttocks.

Li Que knelt on the cold stone, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, her body bare and trembling from the morning's discipline. Beside her, Lin Qiaoxin maintained her usual playful smile, though her eyes betrayed a deep-seated unease. They had grown accustomed to the daily ritual—two hundred strikes each, their buttocks perpetually bruised and swollen, healing only enough to be tenderized anew.

Xuanfa stood before them, his black training clothes immaculate, his face a mask of cold indifference. His fingers twitched slightly, a gesture that made both women flinch instinctively.

"Master," Lin Qiaoxin said, her voice light despite her position, "Li Que and I have been discussing something."

Xuanfa's gaze swept over them, calculating. "Speak."

Li Que lifted her head, her arrogance tempered by years of submission. "We wish to know what pleases you most. What brings you the greatest joy?"

A faint, almost imperceptible smile crossed Xuanfa's lips. He walked slowly around them, his footsteps echoing in the silence. "I enjoy watching female cultivators suffer. Their pain, their humiliation—it strengthens me. Their torment is a balm to my cultivation, a feast for my soul."

Lin Qiaoxin's eyes sparkled. "Then we have an opportunity, Master. The cultivation world knows that Shen Mengyue was stripped and spanked at her sect hall. But they do not know that the formation prodigy Lin Qiaoxin and the Vermilion Bird Sect vice leader Li Que are your female slaves."

Li Que nodded, her voice steady. "Let us make a spectacle. Lead us naked, on leashes, to the highest terrace of Wuling City. Have Shen Mengyue's disciples bring her there as well. The three of us will kneel in a row, upper bodies on the ground, buttocks raised high. Summon the Heaven's Way Wooden Board to spank us until our buttocks are beaten to pulp—wounds that would take even cultivators a week to heal."

Lin Qiaoxin chimed in, her tone eager. "Then spread our legs apart and whip our buttock cracks viciously. Ensure our anuses and vaginas are swollen and raw. Then insert anal hooks into each of our red, swollen anuses, and hang us for a week for public display. Surely this would bring you great joy."

Xuanfa's eyes gleamed with cold satisfaction. He nodded slowly. "An acceptable plan. It will be done."

He paused, his fingers tracing the air. "But before that, I wish to try a new punishment."

Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que exchanged glances, a flicker of fear passing between them.

"Kneel," Xuanfa commanded. "Raise your buttocks. Spread your anuses open with your hands."

They obeyed without hesitation. Lin Qiaoxin lowered her upper body to the ground, her twin ponytails brushing the stone, her hands reaching back to pull apart her cheeks. Li Que mirrored the pose, her athletic body tense, her face flushed with humiliation.

Xuanfa produced a flask filled with a pungent liquid—ginger juice squeezed from magical ginger. He approached Lin Qiaoxin first, pouring the fiery liquid into her exposed anus. The moment it entered, she gasped, her body convulsing as if a red-hot iron rod had been thrust inside her. Her intestines burned, the sensation spreading through her core like liquid fire.

"Ahhh! Master, please—" she cried out, but Xuanfa ignored her, moving to Li Que.

Li Que clenched her jaw, refusing to scream as the ginger juice flooded her. But the pain was unbearable. Her anus contracted violently, the burning sensation intensifying with every heartbeat. She whimpered, tears streaming from her eyes as she struggled to maintain her position.

"Now," Xuanfa said, his voice cold, "the daily punishment begins. Two hundred strikes of the Heaven's Way Wooden Board. If you lose control and spray intestinal fluid while being spanked, the punishment will be doubled."

Lin Qiaoxin's mind reeled. The ginger juice churned inside her, sending waves of agony through her abdomen. She could feel the pressure building, the desperate need to expel the burning liquid. But she knew the consequences of failure.

The Heaven's Way Wooden Board materialized in the air, its surface gleaming with an ominous light. Xuanfa directed it toward Lin Qiaoxin's raised buttocks.

*CRACK!*

The first strike landed. Lin Qiaoxin screamed, her body jerking forward. The impact sent shockwaves through her punished flesh, which was already tender from months of daily discipline. The burn from the ginger juice amplified every sensation, turning the strike into white-hot agony.

*CRACK!*

Another strike. Her buttocks jiggled, the flesh rippling under the blow. She bit her lip, tasting blood, fighting the urge to release the pressure building in her bowels.

*CRACK!*

The third strike. Her anus clenched desperately, trying to hold back the flood. The ginger juice seemed to glow with heat, tormenting her from within. She could feel her intestinal walls spasming, the liquid churning like a living thing.

Li Que fared no better. The board landed on her athletic buttocks with brutal precision, each strike making her gasp and writhe. She had endured countless spankings, but this was different. The combination of the ginger enema and the wooden board created a symphony of suffering that pushed her to the limits of her endurance.

After ten strikes, Lin Qiaoxin's control shattered. A violent spasm wracked her body, and a stream of ginger-tinged fluid burst from her anus, splattering onto the stone floor. She sobbed, knowing the consequence.

Xuanfa's voice was ice. "Double the punishment. Four hundred strikes for Lin Qiaoxin. And for Li Que—" he paused as Li Que too lost control, her body convulsing as intestinal fluid sprayed from her violated anus. "Four hundred for you as well."

The board continued its relentless assault. Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks became a raw, swollen mess, the skin splitting in places, blood mingling with the ginger juice that still dripped from her anus. Every strike sent shockwaves through her abdomen, the enema continuing to burn and churn inside her. She lost count after fifty, reduced to a whimpering, sobbing wreck, her body twitching with each blow.

Li Que's pride crumbled. She screamed openly now, her voice ragged, her tears mingling with sweat. The board painted her buttocks in shades of purple and black, the flesh so swollen it looked like it might burst. Her anus, still burning , clenched and unclenched involuntarily, expelling small amounts of fluid with each contraction.

They were both on the verge of unconsciousness by the time the fourth hundredth strike landed on Lin Qiaoxin. She collapsed, her entire lower body a canvas of agony. Li Que followed moments later, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Xuanfa looked down at them, his expression unchanged. "You have served me well today. Tomorrow, we begin the preparations for Wuling City."

He turned and walked away, leaving them sprawled on the stone, their buttocks beaten to pulp, their anuses swollen and raw, the taste of ginger still burning in their bowels. The Heaven's Way Wooden Board hovered above them, ready for the next day's discipline.

Xuanfa strode through the gates of Wuling City with deliberate, unhurried steps, the morning sun casting long shadows behind him. In each hand, he held a leather leash that trailed down to the collars buckled around the necks of Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que. The two women crawled on all fours beside him, their naked bodies fully exposed to the hundreds of eyes that turned to stare. Their buttocks, still bearing the vivid purple and black bruises from previous punishments, swayed with each movement, drawing gasps and whispers from the crowd.

A merchant dropped his wares, his jaw hanging open. A group of young cultivators froze mid-conversation, their faces flushing. An elderly woman covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with shock and something else—fascination, perhaps, or revulsion.

Lin Qiaoxin kept her head low, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile played at the corners of her lips. Her twin ponytails, the only thing she still wore, bounced as she crawled. Inside her, the ginger juice Xuanfa had poured into her anus earlier that morning burned and churned, sending sharp spikes of fiery torment through her bowels. Every movement of her hips as she crawled squeezed the ginger juice deeper, spreading the agonizing heat through her intestines. Her muscles trembled, but she made no sound. She understood that this was her service to her master, and she accepted it with a perverse joy that surprised even herself.

Beside her, Li Que crawled with a rigid posture, her red hair hanging down to brush the cobblestones. The ginger juice in her body was no less vicious, and she could feel it seeping into every fold of her intestines, setting her internal flesh aflame. But she had chosen this. She had submitted to Xuanfa because he was stronger, and in her world, strength was the only law. If this was the price of serving a true master, she would pay it without complaint. Her athletic body, usually so proud and upright, now bent low in supplication, and she found a strange comfort in the surrender.

The crowd thickened as they progressed through the main avenue of Wuling City. Merchants abandoned their stalls. Children were pulled behind their mothers' skirts, though they peeked around the fabric with curious eyes. Cultivators from various sects who had come to the city for trade or leisure gathered on balconies and rooftops, pointing and murmuring.

"Is that Lin Qiaoxin? The formation prodigy?"

"And the red-haired one—that's Li Que! Vice sect leader of the Vermilion Bird Sect!"

"How could they submit to such humiliation? Crawling naked like animals?"

"They say the Celestial Punisher Xuanfa defeated them. Beat them until they begged to be his slaves."

The whispers followed them like a wake. Xuanfa's face remained expressionless, his cold eyes fixed ahead, his black training clothes immaculate. He tugged the leashes occasionally, guiding the two women around obstacles and through the crowd, which parted before him like water before a blade.

Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que crawled without hesitation, their hands and knees scraping against the rough stone. The bruises on their buttocks—circular impressions from the Heaven's Way Wooden Board—were a stark contrast to the pale skin of their thighs. Their anuses, red and slightly swollen from previous sessions, clenched and relaxed involuntarily as the ginger juice continued its relentless assault.

A young man in blue robes stepped forward, his face twisted with indignation. "How dare you treat women of cultivation like this! Release them at once!"

Xuanfa did not even glance at him. He simply raised a finger and pointed. A thread of invisible force shot forth, striking the young man in the chest. The cultivator flew backward, crashing through a wooden stall and landing in a heap of splinters and broken pottery. He did not rise.

No one else stepped forward.

They reached the central square of Wuling City, where a raised stone terrace stood. It was usually used for announcements or executions. Today, it would serve a different purpose.

But before Xuanfa could ascended the steps, a commotion arose from the opposite side of the square. A crowd was gathering there as well, and through the press of bodies, a familiar figure emerged.

Shen Mengyue crawled on her hands and knees, a leather leash around her neck held by one of her own disciples—a young woman named Qin Shu, who had been with the Immortal Xia Sect for over a decade. Tears streamed down Qin Shu's face as she pulled the leash, guiding her sect leader through the jeering crowd.

Shen Mengyue's black hair dragged through the dust, tangling and dirtying with each step. Her fair skin, once the envy of countless cultivators, was now exposed to every pair of eyes in the square. Her breasts hung beneath her as she crawled, swaying with each movement. Her buttocks, already bearing the marks of previous punishments, were a patchwork of purple and black bruises. Her face was a mask of stone, but behind that mask, her soul was screaming.

*This is worse than death,* she thought, her mind a maelstrom of shame and despair. *I am the sect leader of the Immortal Xia Sect. I have led my disciples through demon invasions. I have sat in judgment over a thousand cultivators. And now I crawl through the streets of Wuling City, naked, on a leash held by my own disciple.*

*I can feel their eyes on me. All of them. That merchant who sold me spirit stones last month. That young man whose breakthrough I once blessed. Those women who bowed to me as their superior. All of them see me now. See my breasts. See my thighs. See the bruises on my ass that Xuanfa gave me when he stripped me and beat me before the entire sect.*

*And worse—they see that I am still alive. That I did not choose death. That I crawled because I was too weak to die.*

She wanted to close her eyes, to shut out the world, but she could not. Some part of her, the part that still clung to her pride, forced her to keep her eyes open, to face the humiliation head-on. If she was going to suffer, she would suffer with her eyes open. She would remember every face that looked at her with pity or contempt or lust. She would remember, and one day, perhaps, she would make them pay.

But that day was far away. Today, all she could do was crawl.

Qin Shu led her to the terrace and stopped at the base of the steps. Shen Mengyue paused, her muscles trembling from the effort of crawling. She looked up at the stone staircase that led to the platform above. It seemed endless.

Then a shadow fell over her. She looked up further and saw Xuanfa standing at the top of the steps, the leashes of Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que in his hands. The two women were already positioned beside him, kneeling on the stone, their upper bodies bent forward so that their faces touched the ground, their buttocks raised high in the air.

Xuanfa looked down at Shen Mengyue, his face as cold and impassive as ever. "Come," he said.

Shen Mengyue did not move. For a long moment, her body refused to obey. The humiliation was too great, the weight of a thousand staring eyes too heavy.

But then she remembered the alternative. She remembered the pain of Xuanfa's finger techniques, the agony of his Heaven's Way Wooden Board. She remembered his promise—that if she obeyed, her sect would be spared. If she resisted, every member of the Immortal Xia Sect would suffer as she had suffered.

She crawled up the steps.

Each stone was rough against her knees. Each step brought her higher, more exposed to the crowd that pressed against the base of the terrace. She could hear their murmurs, could feel their gazes like physical weights on her skin.

She reached the top. Qin Shu handed the leash to Xuanfa, her hands trembling. She did not meet her sect leader's eyes. She turned and fled, her sobs echoing through the square.

Xuanfa took the leash and guided Shen Mengyue into position. She knelt beside Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que, her upper body bending forward, her face touching the cold stone of the terrace. She felt the rough surface against her cheek, felt the dust pressing into her skin. Behind her, her buttocks rose high, fully exposed to the crowd below.

*This is what I am now,* she thought. *An animal on display. A body to be beaten.*

But her mind would not stop there. It kept going, kept spiraling deeper into the abyss.

*They all know. The entire cultivation world knows that Xuanfa stripped me naked and beat my ass. They know he made me his slave. They know I crawled through the streets of Wuling City on a leash. They know everything.*

*And now they will watch as he beats me again. They will watch my ass turn black and blue. They will watch me bleed. They will watch me cry.*

*And I will let them. Because I have no choice.*

Xuanfa stood before the three women, his gaze sweeping over their raised buttocks. The crowd fell silent, every eye fixed on the terrace.

"Today," Xuanfa announced, his voice carrying through the square without effort, "I will spank all three in public. This is the punishment for those who defy me. This is the fate of those who challenge the Celestial Punisher."

He raised his hand, and a wooden board materialized in his grip. It was long and wide, slightly curved, worn smooth from use. The Heaven's Way Wooden Board. The crowd gasped at the sight of it.

Lin Qiaoxin felt a thrill of anticipation. She had been spanked by that board many times. It hurt, yes, terribly. But it also brought her closer to her master, made her feel his power and her submission. She accepted it freely, even joyfully.

Beside her, Li Que tensed. She remembered the weight of that board, the force that Xuanfa could put behind it. But she did not flinch. She had chosen this path. She would walk it with dignity.

Shen Mengyue trembled. She had nightmares about that board. She had seen what it could do, felt its power. And now, once again, it would descend upon her.

Xuanfa walked behind Lin Qiaoxin first. He positioned himself, raised the board high, and brought it down.

*SLAP.*

The sound echoed through the square. Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks rippled with the impact. A red mark appeared, spreading across her pale skin.

She gasped, the ginger juice in her bowels surging with the movement. But she did not cry out. She took the blow, her body rocking forward, then settling back into position.

*SLAP.*

Another blow landed just below the first. Lin Qiaoxin's thighs trembled. Her anus clenched, squeezing the ginger juice deeper, and she bit her lower lip to keep from moaning.

*SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.*

Xuanfa worked methodically, covering every inch of Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks. Red gave way to purple. Purple gave way to black. The bruises spread, overlapping, merging into one vast expanse of mottled flesh.

Through it all, Lin Qiaoxin remained silent, her body swaying with each blow, her mind drifting in a haze of pain and submission. She counted the blows in her head, losing track after twenty, then thirty, then fifty. When it was over, her buttocks were a solid mass of purple-black, swollen to twice their original size.

But Xuanfa was not finished. He set down the board and picked up something else—a thin, flexible whip, its tip tapering to a fine point.

"I'm going to whip your buttock cracks now," he said, his voice matter-of-fact. "Spread your legs."

Lin Qiaoxin complied immediately, crawling forward a step and spreading her knees wide. Her buttocks opened, revealing her anus and vagina. Both were already red and swollen from the ginger juice treatment earlier.

Xuanfa raised the whip and brought it down, the tip catching the tender skin between her buttocks.

*CRACK.*

Lin Qiaoxin's entire body jerked. The pain was sharp, precise, unlike the blunt force of the board. It cut into her, searing her nerves.

*CRACK.*

The whip landed again, striking her anus directly. She cried out this time, a sharp, choked sound. Her body convulsed, but she maintained her position.

*CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.*

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The week stretched like an eternity. For Shen Mengyue, the pain in her anus was a constant, burning ache, but the true torment was the humiliation that festered in her mind. Hanging from the anal hook, her body suspended and exposed, she had been a spectacle for the people of Wuling City. They had seen her naked, her buttocks bare, the red marks from previous spankings still fading. She had been the dignified sect leader of the Immortal Xia Sect, and now she was no more than a public display of punishment.

Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que hung nearby, their expressions far more composed. Lin Qiaoxin even managed a weak grin between grimaces of pain. "Only a few more days, Master," she muttered to herself, a mantra of endurance. Li Que said nothing, her red hair hanging limply, but her eyes held a fierce acceptance. They had already submitted to Xuanfa. They were his female slaves. The humiliation was simply part of their penance, their path to serving him. For Shen Mengyue, every stare, every whisper from the city below was a fresh wound.

The final day dawned. The moment the week ended, invisible hands gently lowered the three women from the hooks. Shen Mengyue collapsed onto the stone platform, her legs unable to support her. The metal rod was removed from her anus with a sickening pop, and she gasped, tears streaming down her face. She lay there, naked, shivering, her buttocks raw and throbbing.

Xuanfa appeared before them as if from thin air. He wore his black training clothes, his face an impassive mask. His eyes swept over them, cold and assessing. He stopped before Shen Mengyue. "Shen Mengyue," he said, his voice flat. "I hope that during this week, you have come to understand your place. I am offering you one final chance. Willingly enter the Heaven's Binding Realm and become my female slave."

Shen Mengyue scrambled to her knees, her hands clasped in front of her. The pain in her anus flared, but she ignored it. "Celestial Punisher Xuanfa, I beg for mercy!" she cried, her voice hoarse. "This punishment, the spanking and the hook, it is for my earlier offense against you. I accept that. But I do not wish to become a female slave. I am the sect leader of the Immortal Xia Sect. Please, show mercy!"

Xuanfa snorted. "Stubborn." He turned and gestured. Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que, having recovered enough to stand, approached Shen Mengyue. They each took one of her arms, pulling her upright and forcing her to bend over. Shen Mengyue's eyes widened in terror. "What are you doing? Release me!"

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, though her voice was strained. "Master's orders, sister. You should have just accepted."

Li Que said nothing, but she was strong, holding Shen Mengyue firmly in place. Xuanfa produced a clay jar filled with a pungent, yellow liquid. Ginger juice. He knelt behind Shen Mengyue and uncorked it. "Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que. Spread her open."

Lin Qiaoxin took hold of Shen Mengyue's left buttock, Li Que the right. They pulled them apart, exposing her anus. It was still red and puffy from the week of hanging. Shen Mengyue screamed and struggled, but her strength was gone. An invisible force pressed her down, forcing her into the familiar kneeling pose with her buttocks raised high. She could not move, could only tremble.

Xuanfa tipped the jar. The ginger juice flowed out, splashing against her anus and then seeping inside. Shen Mengyue's scream turned into a howl of agony. The juice burned, a fiery invasion that spread through her intestines. She had never felt anything like it. The heat was unbearable, a scorching wave that made her convulse. She screamed and yelled, her voice raw, but the struggle was useless. The invisible force held her firm.

Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que released her buttocks and stepped back. Xuanfa handed each of them a Heaven's Way Wooden Board. The boards were black, etched with runes, and heavy. "Spank her. Hard. For every strike, she must say, 'Thank you, Celestial Punisher Xuanfa, for the spanking.' If she fails, pour more ginger juice into her."

Lin Qiaoxin's face lit up with a cheerful grin. "Yes, Master!" She took her position on the left, Li Que on the right. They raised the boards.

The first strike landed on Shen Mengyue's left buttock. The crack echoed across the platform. Shen Mengyue screamed, but she forced the words out. "Thank you, Celestial Punisher Xuanfa, for the spanking!" Her voice was broken.

The second strike hit her right buttock. "Thank you, Celestial Punisher Xuanfa, for the spanking!"

Strike after strike rained down. Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que were not gentle. They swung the boards with enthusiasm, each blow leaving a deep red mark. Shen Mengyue's buttocks bounced and quivered under the assault. The ginger juice inside her churned with every impact, intensifying the burning. She lost count after twenty. The pain was a white-hot fire that consumed her thoughts. She tried to struggle, but the invisible force kept her bent over, her anus exposed.

At fifty strikes, Shen Mengyue's voice gave out. She could not form the words. The next blow landed, and she was silent. Xuanfa stepped forward with the jar. Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que again spread her anus open. More ginger juice poured in. Shen Mengyue shrieked, her body bucking. The burning doubled.

The spanking resumed. At sixty strikes, Shen Mengyue finally broke. "Please! Stop!" she begged, her voice a whisper. "I will do it! I will become your female slave!"

Xuanfa held up his hand. The boards stopped mid-swing. "And the condition?" he asked.

Shen Mengyue sobbed, her face pressed to the stone. "As long as the Celestial Punisher Xuanfa does not harm the disciples of the Immortal Xia Sect and is willing to protect the sect, I will willingly be your female slave."

Xuanfa nodded. "I agree." He reached down and helped her up. Shen Mengyue swayed, her body wracked with pain, but she stood. Xuanfa placed a hand on her shoulder. The world twisted, and they were no longer on the platform in Wuling City.

They stood in a vast, featureless white space. The Heaven's Binding Realm. Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que appeared beside them, already kneeling. Xuanfa snapped his fingers. A black leather collar materialized around Shen Mengyue's neck. It was identical to the ones worn by the other two. It felt heavy, cold, and final.

Shen Mengyue understood the rules. She had heard Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que speak of the realm. She knelt on the ground, the smooth surface cool against her knees. She raised her body, her buttocks lifted high. They were still red and covered in ginger juice, but she knew what was expected.

Xuanfa held the Heaven's Way Wooden Board. "Two hundred strikes for your stubbornness. Every strike will count. You will not speak until I bid you."

"Yes, Master," Shen Mengyue whispered.

The first strike landed. It was not the hard, punishing blow from before. It was measured, precise, and devastating. The wood connected with the fullest part of her right buttock. The skin flattened, then reddened deeply, the impact vibrating through her entire body. Shen Mengyue gasped but remained silent.

The second strike fell on her left buttock, perfectly symmetrical. The pain bloomed, hot and sharp, but she held her position.

Xuanfa swung steadily. Each strike was deliberate, covering every inch of her buttocks. The wood drummed against her flesh, a rhythmic cadence of punishment. The sound was a dull crack, followed by the soft jiggle of her abused cheeks. With each blow, a new red welt appeared, overlapping the old ones. The skin grew warm, then hot, then searing.

By the fiftieth strike, her buttocks were a uniform crimson. The pain was a constant, throbbing presence, but she did not move. She kept her buttocks raised, her face hidden. Saliva dripped from her lips onto the white ground.

The hundredth strike made her grunt. A small tear escaped her eye. Her buttocks were now purple in places, the skin tight and glossy. The pattern of the wood grain was imprinted on her flesh.

At the hundred and fiftieth strike, Shen Mengyue's entire body trembled. Her thighs quaked from the effort of staying in position. The ginger juice had dried, but the burning remained. Each new strike sent a fresh wave of fire through her.

The two hundredth strike landed with a final, echoing crack. Xuanfa stepped back. Shen Mengyue's buttocks were a mess of deep purple and black bruises, striped with red welts. She slowly lowered herself to the ground, gasping.

Xuanfa stood before her. Shen Mengyue looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen. She remembered what Lin Qiaoxin and Li Que had done. She knelt up, straightened her back, and placed her hands on the ground. She kowtowed, pressing her forehead to the floor. "Moon Nun willingly becomes Master's female slave and accepts all punishments."

Her voice was steady, though broken. She had surrendered completely.

Xuanfa looked down at her, his face still expressionless, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Rise," he said. Shen Mengyue stood, wincing. The collar around her neck felt like a part of her now.

Lin Qiaoxin grinned. "Welcome to the family, sister!" She hugged Shen Mengyue, who flinched but did not pull away. Li Que gave a curt nod. "You did well."

Shen Mengyue looked around the white realm. She was a female slave now. She had no sect, no disciples, no pride. She had only Xuanfa. And in that moment, she accepted it.

One hundred years had passed since the founding of the Heaven's Binding Realm, and the vast space within Xuanfa's domain had grown into a place of both punishment and order. The air was thick with the scent of crushed herbs and the faint, metallic tang of blood, mingling with the rhythmic thwack of wood against flesh. Before a long row of stone pedestals, thirty female cultivators knelt with their upper bodies pressed low, their bare buttocks raised high and white against the dim light. Each pair of cheeks was plump and round, trembling slightly as two Heaven's Way Wooden Boards hovered above them, swirling with dark energy.

The boards descended in alternating strikes, left and right, striking the soft curves with precise force. A symphony of sharp cracks and muffled cries filled the air. Some of the women—once proud sect leaders, formidable elders, renowned prodigies, or noble ladies from ancient families—now wept openly, their bodies jerking with each blow. Their buttocks flushed pink, then red, then a deep, angry crimson as the boards continued their relentless work. The women had long since lost all pretense of dignity, their voices hoarse from screaming and begging, though none had yet been granted the mercy of release. They were new slaves, captured over the past century, and they were learning the first lesson of submission: the board knows no mercy.

Behind this row of suffering beauties stood three naked figures, their bodies sculpted by years of discipline and punishment. They moved among the kneeling women, correcting postures and offering guidance in voices that carried both authority and a hint of familiarity with the pain.

The first was Lin Qiaoxin, her black twin ponytails swaying as she walked. Her body was youthful and slender, with small, firm breasts and a flat stomach that spoke of her agility. But her buttocks told a different story: they were larger than one might expect, and covered in a tapestry of scars both old and new. Purple and red stripes crisscrossed her cheeks, some raised into welts, others faded into faint silver lines. She had been spanked countless times over the decades, and her flesh bore the permanent marks of her master's attention. She stopped beside a trembling woman whose buttocks were not high enough. "Higher," Lin Qiaoxin said, her voice light but firm. "Relax your muscles. If you clench, the board hurts more. Trust me, I know."

The second instructor was Li Que, her red hair tied in a high ponytail that fell down her back. Her body was athletic and tall, with strong shoulders, a defined waist, and muscular thighs that spoke of combat prowess. Her buttocks were comparably firm and round, but they too bore the evidence of years under the board. The skin there was a patchwork of colors: deep purples beneath the surface, faded yellows at the edges, and fresh red lines from recent punishments. She knelt briefly to adjust a woman's position. "Buttocks higher," she commanded. "You are not here to hide. You are here to receive." Her voice was arrogant no longer; it had been tempered into a cold, efficient tone.

The third was Shen Mengyue, once the proud sect leader of the Immortal Xia Sect. Her black hair cascaded past her waist, and her figure was a perfect blend of ethereal purity and seductive allure. Her skin was fair, contrasting sharply with the vivid marks on her buttocks. Those cheeks were fuller than the others, with a softness that belied the brutal punishment they had endured. The scars on her were the most extensive: a lattice of raised lines that covered every inch from the small of her back to her upper thighs. She moved gracefully, correcting a woman whose back was too arched. "Do not fight it," she said, her voice calm and gentle, yet carrying the weight of experience. "Accept the board. It will not stop until you do."

These three were Xuanfa's first slaves: Heart Slave Lin Qiaoxin, Que Slave Li Que, and Moon Slave Shen Mengyue. Under the constant discipline of the Heaven's Way Wooden Board and their master's firm hand, they had all reached the peak of late-stage Nascent Soul Perfection, their realms honed through suffering and submission. They stood as living examples of what these new slaves could become—if they endured.

Suddenly, the air in the Heaven's Binding Realm shifted. A familiar cold presence swept through the hall, and the thirty kneeling women shuddered even as the boards continued their work. Xuanfa appeared at the entrance, his black training clothes immaculate, his face as expressionless as carved jade. He walked forward slowly, his eyes scanning the row of raised buttocks with a clinical interest. The boards did not pause, but the cries of the women grew quieter, as if they sensed the arrival of the one who commanded their fates.

The three instructors reacted instantly, with the fluid grace of long practice. In perfect unison, they lowered themselves to the ground, their heads bowed, their hands placed flat on the cold stone. They pushed their hips upward, raising their buttocks high and presenting them to their master. Their posture was an offering: these purple-red, swollen cheeks, still bearing the fresh ache of earlier punishments, were now fully exposed to his gaze.

"Master," they said in unison, their voices steady and respectful. "We are instructing the new sisters. Is Master here to watch Heart Slave's punishment?" Lin Qiaoxin added. "Or Que Slave's?" Li Que followed. "Or Moon Slave's?" Shen Mengyue finished. "Rest assured, we will endure to the utmost and not spoil Master's fun."

Xuanfa looked down at them, his gaze lingering on the three raised pairs of buttocks. They were beautiful in their ruin: swollen, bruised, scarred, yet still pliant and willing. He nodded slowly. "Proceed," he said, his voice low and cold.

Without hesitation, the three women performed an action they had executed countless times. They reached back with both hands, their fingers finding the tender entrance beneath their cheeks, and pulled them open. Their anuses stretched, revealing the pink inner flesh, exposed and vulnerable. Above them, the air shimmered, and three syringes materialized, filled with a viscous, golden liquid—ginger juice, concentrated and potent. The needles descended, sliding into each woman's opening with practiced precision. The liquid flooded their bowels, a familiar burning sensation spreading through their insides. They did not flinch. They held the position, waiting.

The Heaven's Way Wooden Boards rearranged themselves in the air. Instead of the single pair that punished the new slaves, six boards formed above the three raised buttocks, two for each woman. They began to fall.

The first strike hit Lin Qiaoxin's left cheek, a sharp crack that echoed through the hall. Her body jerked, but she held her position, her hands still spreading her anus open. A second strike hit her right cheek, then a third, then a fourth, each blow precisely placed, alternating sides. The boards moved with a rhythm that was almost musical: left, right, left, right, faster and faster. Her flesh rippled under the impact, turning from purple to a deeper, angrier red. She let out a cry, a sound that mixed pain with a strange, learned pleasure. "Ah! Master, thank you!" she gasped between strikes. The burning inside her from the ginger juice mingled with the fire on her skin, creating a symphony of sensation that she had long ago learned to embrace.

Beside her, Li Que endured her own punishment. The boards struck her athletic cheeks with a louder thud, the sound solid and dense against her firm muscles. She grit her teeth, her face contorting with each blow, but she did not close her eyes. She watched the boards descend, counting each strike in her mind. "One hundred and twelve... one hundred and thirteen..." The pain was exquisite, a familiar friend that pushed her beyond her limits. Her buttocks bounced with each hit, the red marks spreading over the existing scars. She cried out, a guttural sound that was almost a growl. "Master... Que Slave... can take more..."

Shen Mengyue's punishment was the most visually striking. Her fair skin blazed red with each strike, the contrast between her pale thighs and her flaming cheeks stark and beautiful. The boards fell with a wetter sound, her softer flesh absorbing the impact differently. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound that was half sob, half sigh. Tears streamed down her face, but she did not let her hands waver. She kept her anus open, the burning ginger juice threatening to spill with each violent jolt. "Master... Moon Slave... will not fail you..." she whispered, her voice breaking.

The boards did not relent. Strike after strike, they painted the three buttocks in shades of crimson and purple. The new slaves watched from the corners of their eyes, their own punishments forgotten. They saw their instructors endure a level of torment that dwarfed their own, yet they did not break. They held their positions, their bodies trembling, their voices crying out, but their submission absolute.

Two hundred strikes. The three women's buttocks were now dark, almost black in places, swollen to twice their normal size. The skin was hot to the touch, and the ginger juice churned in their bowels, a constant, agonizing presence.

Two hundred fifty. Lin Qiaoxin's voice had grown hoarse, but she still called out her gratitude between gasps. Li Que's breath came in ragged pants, her muscles quivering with exhaustion. Shen Mengyue had stopped crying, her face a mask of serene endurance.

Three hundred. The final six strikes landed simultaneously, a thunderous crack that shook the stone beneath them. The six boards froze in the air, then vanished.

The three women remained in position, their bodies shaking, but they had not lost control. Not a single drop of ginger juice had spilled. Slowly, they lowered their hands from their anuses, then brought their arms forward, placing their palms flat on the ground. They knelt, still breathing hard, and spoke in unison.

"Master, the three hundred strikes are done without spilling the ginger juice. Is Master satisfied?"

Xuanfa looked at them, his cold gaze passing over their ravaged buttocks, their exhausted faces, their steadfast eyes. He nodded slightly, a minute gesture that was the highest praise they could receive. "You have done well," he said.

Relief flickered across their faces, but they did not rise. They remained kneeling, waiting for his next command.

Xuanfa's mind, however, had already moved beyond this moment. He looked at the row of thirty new slaves, still being punished, and beyond them at the vast potential of the Heaven's Binding Realm. There were still so many high-realm female cultivators who had not yet tasted the Heaven's Way Wooden Board. He imagined the proud sect leaders of the Four Great Sects, the secluded elders of ancient clans, the arrogant prodigies who thought themselves invincible. He imagined their white buttocks raised high, their screams filling this hall, their tears staining the stone. The thought stirred something deep within him—a cold pleasure, a hunger that never faded.

He also considered the future. These female slaves, once broken and molded, could serve a greater purpose. They could form the core of a new sect, one he would establish within the Heaven's Binding Realm. They would be the elders, the instructors, the pillars of discipline. And he would be the master, the one who brought order through pain. The name came to him clearly, as if it had always been there.

The Spanking Phoenix Sect.

A sect where every female cultivator learned submission through the board, where every buttock was taught to receive, and where the phoenix of discipline rose from the ashes of pride. Xuanfa allowed himself a faint smile, the barest curve of his lips, as he looked at his three loyal slaves and the row of new ones beyond.

It was only the beginning.

The Spanking Phoenix Sect rose from the mist-shrouded peak like a jagged fang tearing through the clouds. Xuanfa had chosen this mountain for its dense spiritual veins, the energy so thick it condensed into dew on the leaves each morning. Within weeks, simple stone halls and meditation pavilions had sprouted across the slopes, constructed by the tireless hands of the female slaves who now crawled through its corridors.

The sect's recruitment had been surprisingly swift. Word spread through the cultivation world like wildfire—a new sect, led by the Celestial Punisher himself, where female cultivators could learn formations and combat from the very women he had broken. The price was nudity and submission, but for those desperate to advance, or those curious about the strange methods that produced such powerful results, it was a price worth paying.

Now the main hall stood before a wide stone plaza, its doors thrown open to reveal a raised platform of polished jade. Disciples gathered in clusters below, their bare bodies pale against the gray stone. They had grown accustomed to the exposure, though many still flushed when their eyes met. The requirement was absolute: within the sect's boundaries, no clothing was permitted. Hair hung loose or was tied back, hands covered what they could, but modesty had been stripped away along with their robes.

At the front of the plaza, three figures knelt in perfect alignment. Lin Qiaoxin's twin ponytails bobbed as she shifted her weight, her naked body gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat. The slave collar around her neck caught the morning light, its metal cool against her skin. Beside her, Li Que's red hair cascaded down her back, her athletic frame tensed and ready. Shen Mengyue completed the trio, her waist-length black hair pooling on the ground as she bowed her head.

Behind them stood a bound and gagged woman—Murong Ying, sect leader of the Celestial Phoenix Sect. She had arrived three days prior, demanding that Xuanfa answer for his "depraved sect." Li Que had met her challenge on the mountain path, and after a brutal battle that shattered half the stone steps, had dragged the defeated woman back by her hair.

Xuanfa emerged from the hall, his black training clothes stark against the bright morning. His face held no expression, but his eyes swept over the gathered disciples with cold satisfaction. In one hand, he held three leashes of braided black leather; in the other, four Heaven's Way Wooden Boards, their surfaces etched with runes that pulsed with pale light.

"Heart Slave," he said, and Lin Qiaoxin's ears perked up. "Your formation work on the sect's protective array has exceeded expectations. The layers you added will repel attacks from Nascent Soul experts. You have earned merit."

Lin Qiaoxin's cheeks flushed with something between pride and anticipation. "Thank you, Master."

"Moon Slave," Xuanfa continued, turning to Shen Mengyue. "Your management of the sect's resources has been flawless. The kitchens run smoothly, the meditation chambers are always prepared, and the disciples' cultivation schedules are optimized. You have earned merit."

Shen Mengyue's voice was soft, controlled. "I serve only you, Master."

"Que Slave." Li Que straightened at the name. "You defeated the challenger Murong Ying and captured her for judgment. You have earned merit."

Li Que's lips curved into a proud smile, though she quickly suppressed it. "It was my pleasure, Master."

Xuanfa nodded slowly. "For your merits, you will be spanked publicly before the sect. Disciples, observe and learn. This is the highest honor the Spanking Phoenix Sect can bestow—to share in your elders' cultivation through punishment."

A murmur rippled through the crowd. Some disciples stared with wide eyes, others covered their mouths in shock. A few, those who had been in the sect longest, watched with a strange mixture of fear and longing.

The three female slaves did not hesitate. In perfect synchrony, they lowered themselves until their chests pressed against the cool jade, their arms stretched forward, and their buttocks rose high into the air. Lin Qiaoxin's rear was round and pert, the skin smooth though still bearing faint pink marks from earlier sessions. Li Que's buttocks were taut and muscular, the curves defined by years of combat training. Shen Mengyue's were fuller, softer, with a pale vulnerability that made the disciples gasp.

Xuanfa clipped the leashes to rings set into the platform, then turned to Murong Ying. The gag muffled her protests as he forced her to her knees, then pressed her face down until she too assumed the position. Her buttocks, untouched by any previous punishment, were pale and unblemished, a stark contrast to the other three.

"Disciples," Xuanfa announced, his voice carrying across the plaza, "these four will receive ten strokes each. The first three have earned this honor through merit. The fourth has earned it through defeat."

He raised his hand, and the four Heaven's Way Wooden Boards lifted into the air, rotating slowly. Each was the length of a forearm and three fingers thick, the wood dark and dense, the runes shimmering.

"Begin."

The first board descended on Lin Qiaoxin's upturned buttocks with a crack that echoed off the mountain walls. Her body jolted, a sharp cry escaping her lips as a vivid red mark bloomed across her right cheek. But she held her position, her voice breaking into laughter through the pain.

"Oh! Oh my, that's a good one!" She twisted her head to look back, her eyes bright with tears. "Master, you've outdone yourself! I think that one might leave a bruise for a week!"

The second board struck Li Que, the impact sounding like a thunderclap. She grunted, her hands clenching into fists, but her back remained arched, her buttocks staying high. "Is that all?" she growled through gritted teeth. "I've taken harder hits in battle."

The third board landed on Shen Mengyue, and a choked sob escaped her throat. Her entire body trembled, but she did not lower her hips. The mark spread across her pale skin like a blooming rose, and the disciples watched in horrified fascination as their dignified elder whimpered and cried.

The fourth board struck Murong Ying, and she screamed through the gag. The sound was muffled, but the pain was clear in the way her legs kicked and her fingers scrabbled against the stone. The board rose and fell again, and again, each stroke painting her unblemished skin with stripes of crimson and purple.

"Five strokes remaining," Xuanfa announced calmly.

Lin Qiaoxin's laughter had turned to sharp gasps, but she still managed to call out to the disciples watching below. "See this, sisters? This is what you work toward! Don't you want to feel the Heaven's Way Board on your bare skin?" She yelped as another stroke landed, her voice cracking. "It's—ah!—it's the most wonderful pain in the world!"

Li Que's strokes were methodical, each one drawing a hiss of air through her teeth. Her buttocks had turned a deep, angry red, the skin starting to swell. "Your form is terrible," she called to the bound Murong Ying. "You're supposed to hold still. Moving just makes it worse."

Murong Ying's muffled screams had turned to sobs. Her perfect pale buttocks were now a mess of purple and black, the skin split in places. The Heaven's Way Board did not discriminate—it punished all equally.

Shen Mengyue's voice, when she spoke, was barely a whisper, but her words carried to the front rows of disciples. "Cultivate diligently," she said, her voice breaking on each word. "Train hard. Learn from us. One day, you too may earn the honor of being spanked before the sect."

A young disciple in the front row, her body naked and goosebumped from the morning air, watched with wide eyes. "Elder Shen, does it hurt very much?"

Shen Mengyue's answer came as another stroke landed, drawing a shuddering gasp. "Yes. It hurts terribly. But the pain reminds us that we belong to Master. That we are his, body and soul, to punish or reward as he sees fit."

Lin Qiaoxin, between strokes, added cheerfully, "And the bruises! The bruises are beautiful! After the spanking, I always spend hours admiring them in the mirror!"

The last strokes fell with brutal precision. Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks were a canvas of purple and red, the flesh swollen and hot. She still managed to wink at the nearest disciples. Li Que's muscular rear had held up better, the marks deep but the shape unchanged. Shen Mengyue could barely move, her entire lower body wracked with spasms. And Murong Ying had gone limp, her sobs the only sign she was still conscious.

Xuanfa lowered his hand, and the Heaven's Way Boards settled into a neat stack beside him. "The punishment is complete. You have done well, my slaves. Your discipline honors the Spanking Phoenix Sect."

He unclipped the leashes from the rings, and the three elders slowly, painfully, rose to their knees. Lin Qiaoxin immediately reached back to touch her swollen flesh, hissing at the contact but grinning. Li Que stood with difficulty, her legs shaking but her head held high. Shen Mengyue crawled forward, pressing her forehead to Xuanfa's boot.

"Thank you, Master, for the punishment," she whispered.

Xuanfa's gaze then fell on Murong Ying. The defeated sect leader lay sprawled on the platform, her bound hands twitching, her gag soaked with tears. He gestured, and from the shadows of the hall, two female slave elders emerged, crawling on all fours. They carried between them a long, curved implement of polished steel.

"Murong Ying challenged the Spanking Phoenix Sect and lost," Xuanfa announced to the gathered disciples. "She will be displayed at the mountain gate for one week, so that all who enter may see the fate of those who oppose the sect."

The slaves worked quickly. Murong Ying was lifted, her struggles feeble and meaningless. The anal hook was inserted with clinical precision, and her scream, muffled though it was, made several disciples flinch. The hook's chain was attached to a rope, and the rope was thrown over the beam of the sect's main gate. With a few pulls, Murong Ying was hoisted into the air, her body dangling upside down, her spanked and bloodied buttocks exposed to all who passed.

Xuanfa walked to the edge of the platform, his black clothes billowing in the mountain breeze. "Disciples, remember what you have seen today. The Spanking Phoenix Sect offers power, advancement, and the honor of serving the Celestial Punisher. Those who wish to apply for female slave candidacy may approach the elders after today's lessons."

He turned and walked back into the hall, the three elders crawling after him, their swollen buttocks swaying with each movement. Lin Qiaoxin looked over her shoulder and blew a kiss to the disciples. Li Que's face was set in a mask of stoic pride. Shen Mengyue's eyes were downcast, but her lips moved in a silent prayer of gratitude.

The disciples slowly dispersed, their voices hushed. Some looked at the still form of Murong Ying, hanging from the gate like a piece of meat. Others touched their own bare buttocks, wondering what it would feel like to receive such a punishment.

A few stepped forward, their faces set with determination, and approached the elders who remained to take applications.

That day, Xuanfa walked the three women on leashes around the Spanking Phoenix Sect. Lin Qiaoxin crawled on all fours, her black twin ponytails swaying with each step, her red hairband trailing behind her. Li Que moved with a predatory grace, her red high ponytail bobbing, her athletic body rippling with muscle beneath bare skin. Shen Mengyue crawled quietly, her waist-length black hair brushing the ground, her fair skin and womanly curves fully exposed to the air. They had long grown accustomed to this position, their hands and knees calloused from the stone paths, the leather collars around their necks chafing but familiar.

Disciples of the sect paused in their training, their eyes flickering toward the procession. Many had seen this spectacle dozens of times, yet still a murmur rippled through the ranks. They had been taught by these three women—Shen Mengyue the sect leader, Li Que the vice leader, and Lin Qiaoxin the formation prodigy. To see them now, naked and crawling like gentle female dogs behind the black-clad man, was a sight that never lost its shock.

Lin Qiaoxin turned her head, a grin spreading across her face. "Hehe, Master, the disciples are looking at Heart Nun."

Li Que snorted, her voice carrying a hint of irritation. "Haven't they gotten used to it after all this time? Every day, the same staring."

Shen Mengyue's voice was calm, measured, as she crawled forward. "Some of them will perform well and become Master's female slaves in the future. They are merely curious about what awaits them."

Xuanfa walked slowly, the leather leashes held loosely in his hand. His black training clothes were immaculate, his handsome face expressionless. He stopped, and the three women halted immediately, their bodies tensing. "Do you remember how you became my female slaves?" His voice was cold, cutting through the air.

Lin Qiaoxin answered first, her tone cheerful. "Heart Nun remembers. Master appeared directly before me, forcefully stated that I was to be his female slave. At the time, I was unwilling and played clever tricks. Master pulled down my skirt and spanked my perky buttocks hard, making me cry. Under Master's coercion and bribery, I became Master's female slave."

Li Que spoke next, her voice steady but carrying a hint of old defiance. "Que Nun remembers. Previously, I led the Vermilion Bird Sect to trouble the Taiqing Palace. Believing myself invincible at the same realm, I was defeated by Heart Sister, who had been taught by Master. I was spanked hard by Heart Sister's formations, had a ginger strip stuffed into my anus by Master, and finally hung on an anal hook for public display. Overestimating myself, I wanted to challenge Master, but was defeated in one move. I obediently became Master's female slave."

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, her body wiggling slightly. "Sister Que, if your buttocks are itchy, Heart Nun can always use formations to spank them for you."

Li Que shot her a glare but said nothing.

Shen Mengyue spoke last, her voice soft but clear. "Moon Nun remembers. After being punished with Heart Sister and Que Sister at Wuling City, I was foolish enough to reject Master's kindness of taking me as a female slave. Master used ginger juice to give me an enema and had Heart Sister and Que Sister spank this foolish buttocks left and right with the Heaven's Way Wooden Board. I cried and obediently became Master's female slave."

Xuanfa's lips twitched into the faintest smirk. "And now? How does it feel to be spanked as a female slave?"

Lin Qiaoxin answered cheerfully, her ponytails bouncing. "Master's Heaven's Way Wooden Board hurts like hell on my buttocks, but Heart Nun's buttocks now love Master's spanking the most. Every day, my buttocks are spanked to a bloom, and I'm absolutely delighted."

Li Que's voice was firm, resolute. "Que Nun was defeated and taken as a female slave by Master, so I should obediently accept all of Master's humiliation and punishment. Que Nun's buttocks must be spanked to a bloom every day as punishment."

Shen Mengyue spoke calmly, her eyes downcast. "Moon Nun's rejection of Master's kindness in taking me as a female slave was foolish and ungrateful. This fault must be repaid by having my buttocks spanked to a bloom every day."

Xuanfa laughed, a rare sound that sent shivers through the watching disciples. "You three have quite the awareness. Today's punishment: the three of you will receive two hundred strikes of the Heaven's Way Wooden Board on your buttocks, to be delivered immediately."

Without hesitation, the three women turned and knelt, raising their bare buttocks high in the air. Their bodies trembled slightly, anticipation mixed with dread. Xuanfa pulled a long, heavy wooden board from his storage ring. The board was polished dark brown, inscribed with runes that glowed faintly. He stepped behind Lin Qiaoxin first.

The first strike landed with a loud crack. Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks jiggled, a red mark blooming instantly. She gasped, but forced a smile. "Ah—thank you, Master!" Another strike, another crack. Her breath hitched, her hands clenching the ground. The board rose and fell in a steady rhythm, each impact sending shockwaves through her flesh. Soon her buttocks were a deep, angry red, the skin hot to the touch. She counted silently, her voice steady despite the pain. "Eighty-one, eighty-two..."

Xuanfa moved to Li Que. He swung the board without preamble, the first strike landing square on her right cheek. She grunted, her body stiffening but not flinching. The second strike hit her left cheek, a symmetrical burn. She bit her lip, her eyes narrowing. With each blow, her buttocks bounced and reddened, the sound echoing across the courtyard. She did not cry out, only breathed harder, her muscles tensing under the punishment. "One hundred thirty-seven, one hundred thirty-eight..."

Finally, Xuanfa stood before Shen Mengyue. She held her position perfectly, her buttocks raised high, her hair pooling on the ground. The first strike cracked across her pale skin, leaving a vivid red stripe. She let out a soft moan, but did not move. The second strike followed, then the third. Soon her entire backside was a mottled red, the skin swelling slightly from the repeated impacts. She counted in a whisper, her voice trembling but composed. "One hundred seventy-two, one hundred seventy-three..."

After two hundred strikes, the air was thick with the sound of ragged breathing. Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks were a fiery red, dotted with small welts. Li Que's were a uniform crimson, the skin tight and hot. Shen Mengyue's were the worst, the pale flesh now a deep, throbbing red, her entire bottom visibly swollen. They remained kneeling, their foreheads touching the ground.

Xuanfa put away the wooden board and stood before them. "In a while, there will be the Spanking Phoenix Sect's grand ceremony. The highlight will be the three of you receiving five hundred strikes to your buttocks before the entire assembly."

Lin Qiaoxin's voice was shaky but bright. "Heart Nun kowtows in thanks to Master."

Li Que's voice was rough but steady. "Que Nun kowtows in thanks to Master."

Shen Mengyue's voice was soft, accepting. "Moon Nun kowtows in thanks to Master."

They pressed their foreheads to the ground, their spanked buttocks still raised, waiting for his next command. The disciples watched in stunned silence, their awe and fear palpable in the air. Xuanfa turned and walked on, the leashes trailing behind him, and the three women crawled after him, their bodies aching, their minds clear. The ceremony awaited.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the massive training ground of the Spanking Phoenix Sect. Thousands of naked female cultivators stood in precise formation, their bodies bare under the open sky, their eyes fixed forward with a mixture of reverence and fear. The sect had grown to a thousand disciples, a number that spoke not of weakness but of the extreme selectivity required to join. Few women in the cultivation world were willing to abandon their dignity so completely, to surrender their buttocks to the wooden board that had become the sect's sacred symbol.

Xuanfa stood on the elevated platform at the head of the training ground, his black training robes immaculate, his face a mask of cold satisfaction. Behind him, a massive wooden board stood upright, carved with ancient characters that glowed with spiritual energy. The Heaven's Way Wooden Board. The instrument of punishment that had tamed the most prideful female cultivators in the realm.

The grand sect ceremony began with a wave of Xuanfa's hand. The disciples on the periphery, those who had not yet earned the title of female slave elder, remained standing, their arms at their sides, their bodies fully exposed. But those of higher status—the fifty female slave elders who had proven their devotion through countless punishments—dropped to their hands and knees in unison, crawling forward with perfect synchronization.

Their movements were fluid, practiced, their scarred buttocks swaying as they moved. They crawled through the center of the formation, forming a neat grid of kneeling bodies in the middle of the training ground. Their foreheads touched the ground, their arms stretched forward, their buttocks raised high in the traditional posture of submission.

Then the three grand elder female slaves appeared.

Lin Qiaoxin crawled in first, her twin ponytails bouncing with each movement, a playful smile on her lips despite the gravity of the occasion. Her naked body was youthful and slender, her skin smooth and unmarked—for now. She wore a leather slave collar around her neck, from which a thin chain trailed to Xuanfa's hand.

Li Que followed, her red hair pulled back in its usual high ponytail, her athletic body moving with controlled power. The slave collar around her neck seemed almost natural, as if she had always worn it, always crawled before a master. Her eyes, once arrogant and proud, now held only devotion.

Shen Mengyue came last, her waist-length black hair trailing behind her as she crawled. Her body was a masterpiece of cultivation—ethereally pure yet seductively enchanting, her fair skin gleaming in the morning light. She wore her slave collar with a grace that betrayed no shame, only acceptance. The former sect leader of the Immortal Xia Sect, the woman whose naked spanking had shocked the cultivation world, crawled before her master without hesitation.

Xuanfa held three chains in his right hand, each connected to one of the women's collars. He walked slowly, deliberately, leading them to the base of the platform. The three grand elders crawled in perfect formation, their movements synchronized through countless hours of training.

"Kneel," Xuanfa commanded.

The three women stopped at the base of the platform, rising to their knees with their backs straight, their hands resting on their thighs. Their heads bowed slightly, their eyes downcast in submission.

The ceremony proper began.

Lin Qiaoxin rose to her feet first, turning to face the assembled disciples and female slave elders. Her voice, usually playful and light, carried a solemn weight as she spoke.

"We worship not the ancestors of old, not the sacred artifacts of ancient sects," she declared, her voice amplified by spiritual energy so that every woman in the training ground could hear. "We worship the Heaven's Way Wooden Board, the instrument that purifies pride, that humbles the arrogant, that reminds us of our true place."

She gestured to the massive wooden board behind Xuanfa. "This board has struck the buttocks of every woman in this sect. It has turned defiance into obedience, pride into devotion. It is the foundation of our strength."

Li Que rose next, her voice hard and commanding. "The Spanking Phoenix Sect was founded because the cultivation world was filled with women who believed themselves invincible. Women who let their pride blind them, who refused to submit even when submission would bring them greater power. We are the ones who learned the truth: that surrender is not weakness, that the sting of the board is the path to enlightenment."

She paused, her eyes scanning the assembly. "The phoenix is a creature of fire and rebirth. Every time we are punished, every time our buttocks are beaten to a pulp, we are reborn. We rise from the ashes of our former pride, stronger, more devoted, more powerful."

Shen Mengyue rose last, her voice carrying the authority of a former sect leader. "You have all accepted the master's humiliation and punishment. You have all felt the board's kiss upon your flesh. But understand this: your duty does not end with acceptance. You must embrace it. No matter how shameful, no matter how painful, you must bear it with gratitude."

She demonstrated the proper posture, dropping to her knees and raising her buttocks high. "When we move, we crawl. We do not rise without the master's order. When we greet the master, we kneel and raise our scarred buttocks high, showing him that we have been punished, that we are ready to be punished again."

The three grand elders then took their positions, kneeling before the assembly to share their cultivation experience.

"Your cultivation will advance faster than any who resist," Lin Qiaoxin said, her playful tone returning slightly. "The pain opens channels in your dantian that pleasure cannot reach. The submission relaxes your meridians, allowing spiritual energy to flow without obstruction."

Li Que added practical advice. "When the board strikes, do not tense. Relax your buttocks, accept the impact. The pain will pass, but the lesson remains. If you fight the punishment, you only prolong your suffering and displease the master."

Shen Mengyue spoke of endurance techniques. "Breathe through the strikes. Count them if you must. Focus on the feeling of your skin stretching, your flesh bruising. Each strike is a gift, a step closer to perfection. When you learn to love the pain, you will never fear it again."

The three continued for hours, sharing techniques and insights, instructing the female slave elders on how to endure punishment in ways that would bring the master greater pleasure. They spoke of relaxing into the strikes, of moaning with each impact, of arching their backs to present their buttocks more perfectly.

When the teachings were complete, Xuanfa stepped forward. He raised his hand, and a hundred jade bottles flew from his storage ring, each landing before a disciple. "Pills to aid your cultivation," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "Take them now."

The disciples obeyed, swallowing the pills that would accelerate their cultivation, that would make them stronger, more useful to their master.

Xuanfa raised his hand again, and a dozen artifacts appeared in the air, glowing with spiritual energy. "For those who have shown exceptional devotion," he said, his eyes scanning the assembly.

He named five disciples, each of whom stepped forward to receive their rewards—a flying sword, a defensive bracelet, a staff of cultivation enhancement.

But the main event was yet to come.

From the previous applicants to become female slaves, Xuanfa selected five who had shown outstanding performance. Their eyes widened as he called their names, a mixture of joy and fear crossing their faces. Joy that they would advance in cultivation, that they would receive the master's direct attention. Fear that their buttocks would soon be painfully spanked.

The five women crawled forward, their bodies trembling. Xuanfa placed leather slave collars around their necks, the metal clicking shut with finality. They crawled to the kneeling positions of the female slave elders, taking their places among the fifty.

Xuanfa raised his hand, and the air around the female slave elders began to shimmer.

Fifty Heaven's Way Wooden Boards materialized out of thin air, each hovering behind a kneeling woman. The boards were identical—polished wood, ancient characters carved into their surfaces, spiritual energy crackling around their edges.

"First spanking of the female slave elders," Xuanfa announced. "Two hundred strikes each."

The boards descended.

The first strike landed in perfect unison, fifty boards striking fifty raised buttocks with a sound like thunder. The women screamed, their bodies jerking forward, but they held their positions, their buttocks still raised.

The second strike came. Then the third. Then the fourth.

The sound of boards hitting buttocks echoed throughout the entire sect, a rhythm of punishment that seemed to shake the very foundations of the mountain. The disciples on the periphery watched, their faces pale, their bodies tense. They knew their turn would come.

The female slave elders cried out with each strike, their voices blending into a chorus of pain and submission. Some wept openly, tears streaming down their faces as their buttocks turned red, then purple, then black. But none tried to dodge the boards. None attempted to escape.

They had learned their lessons well.

The five new female slaves suffered the most, their tender buttocks unaccustomed to the board's kiss. The first few strikes left them gasping, the next few left them crying, and by the fiftieth stroke, they were sobbing uncontrollably. But they held their positions, arching their backs, presenting their buttocks for more.

Xuanfa watched with cold satisfaction, his eyes moving from woman to woman, assessing their endurance, their devotion. The three grand elders knelt beside him, watching their sisters in submission, their own buttocks still unmarked—for now.

Two hundred strikes. The boards stopped.

The female slave elders collapsed forward, their buttocks a mess of bruises and welts. Some could barely breathe, their bodies shaking from the pain. But they forced themselves back into position, their buttocks raised high, showing their master the results of his discipline.

Xuanfa nodded slowly. "Rise," he commanded. "Attend to your wounds."

The women crawled away, their movements slow and pained, their buttocks a testament to their devotion.

Now came the main event.

The three grand elder female slaves rose to their knees, their bodies tense with anticipation. Lin Qiaoxin's playful smile had vanished, replaced by a look of solemn devotion. Li Que's arrogant posture had softened into humble submission. Shen Mengyue's cool dignity had transformed into eager acceptance.

The three kowtowed to Xuanfa with utmost reverence, their foreheads touching the ground, their arms stretched forward. Then they rose, turned, and knelt in a row, their fat buttocks raised high in the traditional posture of punishment.

Xuanfa looked at them, his three most trusted female slaves. Lin Qiaoxin, the playful prodigy who had broken through to Nascent Soul under his discipline. Li Que, the proud vice sect leader who had learned true strength through submission. Shen Mengyue, the former sect leader who had fallen from grace and risen again in devotion.

"Five hundred strikes," Xuanfa announced, his voice cold and absolute. "The heaviest punishment. The greatest honor."

The boards materialized, three of them now, each larger than the ones used on the female slave elders. They crackled with spiritual energy, their surfaces glowing with heat.

The first strike fell.

Shen Mengyue's body jerked forward, a sharp cry escaping her lips. The board had landed with enough force to bruise a Core Formation cultivator's bones. Her fair skin turned red instantly, a perfect handprint of pain spreading across her right

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