Punishment of the Xuanfa Celestial Lord: Part 2

The morning sun cast long shadows across the training grounds of the Zehuang Sect, where female disciples moved about their duties in complete nudity, their bodies glistening with the dew of early cultivation. Through the central path, Xuanfa walked with measured steps, three golden leashes held loosely in his right hand. Behind him, Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue crawled on hands and knees, their naked forms moving with practiced grace, black slave collars gleaming around their throats.

Lin Qiaoxin's twin ponytails brushed the ground as she kept pace, her youthful face bearing a playful smile even as she moved on all fours. Li Que's fiery red ponytail swung behind her, her athletic frame tense with coiled energy despite her submissive posture. Shen Mengyue's waist-length black hair trailed like silk, her mature beauty highlighted by the gentle sway of her hips as she crawled.

Disciples bowed their heads as Xuanfa passed, their eyes respectfully averted from the three great elders who served as the sect's most feared enforcers. To outsiders, Xin Nu, Que Nu, and Yue Nu were names that brought terror—three Divinity Transformation cultivators who had broken countless proud women into obedient slaves. Yet here they crawled like gentle female dogs, their submission absolute.

Xuanfa stopped at the center of the training grounds. The three slaves halted immediately, their bodies still, waiting.

"You three have all broken through to Late Divinity Transformation, correct?" Xuanfa's voice carried no warmth, only cold assessment.

Lin Qiaoxin pressed her forehead to the ground. "Thanks to our master's spanking of our buttocks and the spiritual energy of the Xuantian Realm, this slave Xin Nu broke through after three hundred years of discipline."

Li Que followed, her voice firm but respectful. "Que Nu owes her breakthrough to our master's strict punishments."

Shen Mengyue spoke last, her tone gentle yet sincere. "Yue Nu is forever grateful for our master's training."

Xuanfa's lips curved slightly, a rare hint of approval. "Since you have reached Late Divinity Transformation, I have a task for you three. Bai Zhenshuang, sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, has spoken disrespectfully of my Zehuang Sect. Hua Qianyu, valley master of the Hundred Flowers Valley, allowed her disciples to occupy my medicinal garden. Su Qianyao, Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan, used her seduction techniques to bewilder Zehuang Sect disciples."

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "You will go to each of them. Inform them that they are to strip naked of their own accord, kneel at the entrance of the Zehuang Sect, stick out their buttocks, and receive punishment. One hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao plank on the buttocks daily for ten years—a minor punishment for their offenses."

Xuanfa reached into his robe and withdrew three golden chains, their links shimmering with trapped light. "If they resist, defeat them and bind them with these Immortal Binding Chains. They will learn submission through their buttocks."

Lin Qiaoxin accepted her chain with both hands, her eyes gleaming. "Xin Nu understands. If this Bai Zhenshuang thinks her sword can match our master's justice, she will soon learn the weight of the plank."

Li Que took her chain, her jaw set. "Que Nu will bring Su Qianyao to heel. No demon clan slut will escape the punishment she deserves."

Shen Mengyue received her chain gracefully. "Yue Nu will handle Hua Qianyu with the proper firmness. Her healing arts cannot heal a spanked bottom."

Xuanfa nodded. "Good. But before you depart, we must complete today's discipline."

He turned and gestured. Three young women approached from the side, their naked forms unblemished, black slave collars around their necks. Lin Yuxin resembled Lin Qiaoxin so closely that one might mistake them for twin sisters, her youthful face carrying a mischievous glint. Li Yunling had her mother Li Que's athletic build and calm pride, her high ponytail of fiery red hair identical. Shen Xingmian was a gentler version of Shen Mengyue, her ethereal beauty softened by innocence.

The three daughters knelt before Xuanfa in unison. "Greetings, Master."

"You mothers' buttocks are itching," Xuanfa said, his voice carrying dark amusement. "Take the Heavenly Dao planks and spank their buttocks, two hundred strikes each. After that, make them spread their legs and whip their crotch slits one hundred strokes per person."

Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian bowed their heads. "This slave obeys."

Without hesitation, the three mothers turned and knelt, presenting their buttocks high in the air. Their faces pressed to the ground, they waited with anticipation.

Lin Qiaoxin looked back over her shoulder at her daughter. "Xin'er, make sure the strikes land on the lowest part of my cheeks, where the flesh is most tender. Swing from your shoulder, not your wrist, for maximum force. And after the fifth strike, pause for three breaths—that lets the pain settle deep."

"Mother taught me well," Lin Yuxin said, hefting the Heavenly Dao plank. The black wood hummed with spiritual energy as she positioned herself.

Li Que spoke to Li Yunling without turning. "Do not waste energy on light strokes. Each strike must make my knees buckle. If I do not moan, you are being too gentle."

Li Yunling's eyes narrowed with focus. "I understand, Mother. I will make you feel every strike."

Shen Mengyue addressed Shen Xingmian softly. "Xingmian, remember that our master's punishments are kindness. Each blow shapes us into better slaves. Be thorough."

"Yes, Mother." Shen Xingmian raised her plank.

The first strike cracked through the morning air. Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks jiggled as the plank connected, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. "Yes... that is how a proper spanking begins..."

The Heavenly Dao plank descended rhythmically, each strike painting the pale flesh with deepening red. After the fifth strike, Lin Yuxin paused for three breaths as instructed, watching her mother's body tremble. The pain settled visibly, muscles relaxing into acceptance, before the next blow landed.

"Count your strikes, mother," Lin Yuxin said, her voice sweet but firm.

"One... two... three..." Lin Qiaoxin counted between gasps, her playful nature turning the numbers into almost musical sounds. "Eleven... twelve... oh! That one was magnificent..."

Beside her, Li Que took the strikes in near silence, only the occasional grunt escaping her clenched jaw. Li Yunling put her full body weight behind each swing, and Li Que's buttocks bounced with every impact, the skin turning a vivid crimson.

"Eighty-three," Li Que said, her voice strained but steady. "You have your grandmother's arm."

Li Yunling smiled coldly. "I learned from the best, Mother."

Shen Mengyue accepted her strokes with quiet dignity, her moans soft and controlled. Shen Xingmian struck with precision, each blow landing exactly where her mother had taught her years ago.

"One hundred forty-seven," Shen Mengyue breathed. "Your form has improved, Xingmian."

"Thank you, Mother. I practice every day."

When the two hundred strikes were complete, the three mothers' buttocks glowed deep red, swollen and hot. But the punishment was not finished.

"Spread your legs," Lin Yuxin ordered, her voice carrying authority that belied her youthful appearance.

Lin Qiaoxin shuffled her knees apart, presenting her wet slit and tight anus. "Yes... the most humiliating part... and the most pleasurable..."

Lin Yuxin wielded a thin whip, its leather tip kissing the air. She aimed carefully, striking the length of her mother's vagina from clit to perineum. Lin Qiaoxin cried out, her body arching.

"One," Lin Yuxin counted.

"One," Lin Qiaoxin echoed, her voice thick with pain and pleasure.

Li Yunling began on Li Que, who spread her legs without complaint. The whip cracked against her slit, and Li Que grunted, her fists clenching.

"One," she said through gritted teeth.

Shen Xingmian was gentler but no less thorough. Each stroke of her whip covered Shen Mengyue's vagina and anus in turn, the impact echoing through the training grounds.

"Twenty-three..." Shen Mengyue's voice wavered.

When the hundred strokes finished, all three mothers lay trembling, their crotches red and raw, their vaginas slick with moisture. They had not failed to show their pleasure.

"You may rest," Xuanfa said. He turned to the daughters.

Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian knew their turn had come. They knelt, presenting their buttocks high in the air, their smaller cheeks tensed in anticipation. At the Golden Core realm, they did not receive the Heavenly Dao plank but the Profound Plank, second grade.

Xuanfa raised his hand. Six Profound planks materialized out of thin air, hovering in three pairs. Without a word, they began their work.

The first strike on Lin Yuxin's left cheek made her yelp. The planks alternated, left then right, with mechanical precision.

"Count," Xuanfa ordered.

"One! Two!" Lin Yuxin's voice cracked.

Lin Qiaoxin watched her daughter's punishment with pride. "Remember, Xin'er, a female slave should accept all punishment and humiliation from her master. Be proud that your master takes the time to discipline you."

"Yes, Mother!" Lin Yuxin gasped as another strike landed. "I am proud! Every blow shapes me into a better slave for Master!"

Li Que observed Li Yunling's silent endurance. "Do not hold back your voice. Your master deserves to hear your submission."

Li Yunling's eyes were bright with tears, but she refused to cry. "I submit, Master! This slave is honored to receive your discipline!"

Shen Xingmian took her strikes with grace, but Shen Mengyue spoke softly. "Xingmian, your master is teaching you humility. Trust in his guidance."

"Yes, Mother..." Shen Xingmian's voice was strained but sincere. "Thank you, Master, for correcting this worthless slave."

The planks did not relent. Fifty strikes passed, then seventy. The daughters' buttocks turned from white to pink to red, the flesh swelling under the relentless assault.

At ninety-three, Lin Yuxin began to sob openly, but she continued counting. "Ninety-three! Thank you, Master!"

"Ninety-eight!" Li Yunling's body shook with each impact.

"One hundred!" Shen Xingmian collapsed forward, her buttocks blazing.

The planks vanished. The three daughters lay gasping, their buttocks throbbing. Xuanfa observed them without expression.

"You have done well," he said at last. "Tomorrow, you will have two hundred strikes and two hundred whips."

The daughters pressed their foreheads to the ground. "Thank you, Master."

A gentle golden light rose from the ground beneath them, the healing formation of the Xuantian Realm activating. The wounds on all six women began to knit, the severe bruising fading to deep red swelling. The sharp pain dulled into a warm, lingering ache that would remind them of their submission for hours to come.

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue rose to their knees, their buttocks still prominently red.

"Master," Lin Qiaoxin said, her voice reverent, "since we have broken through to Late Divinity Transformation, this slave humbly requests an increase in our daily punishment to four hundred strikes."

Li Que nodded. "Four hundred strikes per day would better maintain our cultivation speed."

Shen Mengyue added, "This slave agrees. The discipline strengthens our foundation."

Xuanfa's eyebrow rose slightly. "So now you have fallen in love with the feeling of being spanked?"

The three women blushed but did not deny it. "Yes, Master," they said in unison.

Xuanfa chuckled, a rare sound that sent shivers through every female present. "Once this task is completed, I will increase your punishment. For now, prepare for your missions. Bring me Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao. Their buttocks have remained unspanked too long."

The three mothers kowtowed deeply. "This slave will not disappoint Master."

As Xuanfa turned and wal

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The morning sun cast long shadows across the stone plaza of the Heavenly Sword Sect, where disciples trained in disciplined formations. The sudden appearance of a figure descending from the sky broke their routine.

Shen Mengyue landed gracefully at the center of the plaza, her bare feet touching the cold stone without a sound. Her black hair cascaded past her waist, framing a face that combined ethereal beauty with mature allure. Her skin, pale as moonlight, was completely exposed to the hundreds of eyes now fixed upon her. A black slave collar encircled her neck, stark against her fair throat. In her right hand, she carried a sword—Zixia, its scabbard gleaming with purple light.

The disciples gasped. Several young men averted their eyes, faces reddening. Others stared with a mixture of shock and disbelief. A woman, completely naked, standing in the heart of their sect? It was unprecedented, an insult beyond measure.

But among the older disciples and elders, recognition dawned. Whispers spread like wildfire through the crowd.

"That's Yue Nu—Shen Mengyue of the Zehuang Sect."

"The former sect leader of the Celestial Mist Sect. A late Divinity Transformation sword cultivator."

"Under Xuanfa Celestial Lord's command."

No one laughed. No one mocked. The women who served Xuanfa were legends—feared and respected across the cultivation world. Their nudity was not vulnerability but a symbol of absolute submission to a power none dared challenge.

Shen Mengyue raised her voice, spiritual power amplifying her words across the entire sect: "Bai Zhenshuang, Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Come out and face me."

Her tone was calm, almost gentle, but carried an undeniable authority.

From within the main hall, a figure emerged. Bai Zhenshuang walked with measured steps, her long black hair flowing behind her like a silken river. Her face was exquisite, cold as jade, with an innate noble aloofness that seemed carved from ice. She wore white robes embroidered with silver frost patterns, and at her waist hung Ningshuang, her legendary sword. Her figure was proud—full breasts, a slender waist, and hips that curved with perfect proportion beneath her robes.

Bai Zhenshuang's eyes swept over Shen Mengyue's naked form. A flicker of surprise crossed her features, but it vanished instantly, replaced by calm composure.

"Shen Mengyue," Bai Zhenshuang said, her voice cool as winter wind. "To what do I owe this visit?"

Shen Mengyue showed no sign of discomfort at her nudity. After decades as Xuanfa's slave, clothing had become foreign to her. A female slave served best when bare—it was the highest form of loyalty, the purest devotion to her master. She met Bai Zhenshuang's gaze steadily.

"I bring a message from my master, Xuanfa Celestial Lord," Shen Mengyue said. "You have spoken disrespectfully of the Zehuang Sect. For this offense, you are ordered to strip naked, kneel at the entrance of the Zehuang Sect, and present your buttocks for punishment. You will receive one hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao plank daily for ten years. This is considered a minor punishment."

A wave of fury rippled through the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples. Several elders stepped forward, hands on their weapons.

"Insolence!" one elder shouted. "How dare you speak to our Sect Leader like that!"

"To humiliate the Heavenly Sword Sect so brazenly!"

Bai Zhenshuang raised a hand, silencing her disciples. Her expression remained unchanged, though her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ten years of daily punishment," she repeated. "Stripped naked, kneeling at your master's gate. And you call this minor?"

"Compared to what my master could do, yes," Shen Mengyue replied calmly. "He is merciful. Accept the punishment, and when ten years pass, the matter will be settled. Refuse, and his wrath will fall upon the entire Heavenly Sword Sect."

Bai Zhenshuang's lips curved into a cold smile. "I respect only those worthy of respect. Strength determines worth. If your master wishes to punish me, let him come himself. Or send one who can defeat me."

Shen Mengyue sighed softly, almost sadly. "I had hoped you would see reason. But my master anticipated this. He said: 'If Bai Zhenshuang resists, she will learn the cost.'"

She drew Zixia from its scabbard. The blade hummed with purple light, resonating with her spiritual power.

"Then let us settle this with strength," Bai Zhenshuang said, drawing Ningshuang. Frost formed along the blade's edge, chilling the air around them.

The disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect retreated, forming a wide circle. Two late Divinity Transformation sword cultivators battling—this was a sight few would ever witness.

They moved simultaneously.

Shen Mengyue's Zixia traced arcs of purple lightning, each strike precise, carrying the weight of thousands of hours of practice. Bai Zhenshuang met her blow for blow, Ningshuang's frost clashing against Zixia's light, filling the plaza with bursts of ice and energy.

One exchange. Ten. Fifty.

The battle stretched to a hundred rounds, each combatant pushing the limits of their cultivation. Bai Zhenshuang was confident—she had never met a sword cultivator who could match her. But Shen Mengyue's movements were sharper, faster, more refined. Every parry, every thrust carried an unnatural precision, as if her body had been trained beyond mortal limits.

In the 101st exchange, Shen Mengyue saw the opening. Bai Zhenshuang's guard slipped by a hair's breadth—and Zixia was there, pressing against her throat.

The plaza fell silent.

Bai Zhenshuang's eyes widened, disbelief flickering in their depths. She had lost. She, the proud sword immortal of Heavenly Sword Sect, defeated by another sword cultivator.

Shen Mengyue withdrew her blade, stepping back. "After thousands of times being spanked on the buttocks by my master, my strength has greatly increased," she said matter-of-factly. "I have already informed my master via sound transmission talisman. He says that because you resisted obstinately, your crime is doubled. You are to be taken back to the Zehuang Sect for heavy punishment."

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in.

"Will you persist in resistance and implicate the Heavenly Sword Sect? Or will you kneel and accept punishment?"

Bai Zhenshuang stood still, Ningshuang hanging loosely at her side. Her disciples watched, holding their breath. Some wanted to charge forward, to defend their sect leader's honor, but the memory of that duel held them frozen.

Finally, Bai Zhenshuang spoke, her voice cold but steady: "Since I, Bai Zhenshuang, have been defeated by Shen Mengyue due to inferior skill, I willingly accept all punishment. Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, do not seek revenge for me. This is my personal matter."

Without hesitation, she stripped off her robes.

The white fabric fell away, revealing her body to the morning light. Her skin was pale, almost luminous, smooth and unblemished. Full breasts stood proud, their tips hardening in the cool air. Her waist was slender, curving into hips that flared wide, round and full. Her buttocks were firm, perfectly shaped globes that begged for attention. Below, a neat triangle of black hair guarded her most private place.

Bai Zhenshuang knelt on the stone plaza, her back straight, her head held high despite her nudity. She would not show shame. She would face this with the dignity she had always carried.

Shen Mengyue produced an Immortal Binding Chain, its metal links glowing with crimson runes. She stepped forward and fastened it around Bai Zhenshuang's neck. The chain tightened, a constant reminder of her new status.

"Rise," Shen Mengyue commanded softly. "Crawl."

Bai Zhenshuang's jaw tightened, but she obeyed. On her hands and knees, she crawled forward, the chain leading her like a dog. The disciples of Heavenly Sword Sect watched in horror as their proud sect leader, naked and bound, crawled across the plaza she had ruled for centuries.

Shen Mengyue led her to the front of the main hall, where the entire sect had gathered. She stopped, turning to face the crowd.

"Hear me," Shen Mengyue announced, her voice carrying clearly. "Bai Zhenshuang, Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, has committed two crimes. First, she spoke disrespectfully of the Zehuang Sect. Second, she resisted just punishment. For these offenses, she will now receive four hundred strikes on the buttocks, here before her own disciples. Afterward, she will be taken to the Zehuang Sect for further punishment."

Murmurs of anger and disbelief ran through the crowd. But no one dared intervene.

Shen Mengyue turned to Bai Zhenshuang. "Bend over. Stick your buttocks high."

Bai Zhenshuang complied. She lowered her upper body to the ground, arching her back, presenting her rear to the sky. Her buttocks, full and round, jutted upward, completely exposed and vulnerable. She closed her eyes, focusing on the cold stone beneath her palms.

Xuanfa had given specific instructions. Shen Mengyue did not use the Heavenly Dao plank. Instead, she picked up Ningshuang's scabbard, still lying where Bai Zhenshuang had discarded it. The scabbard was long and hard, made of cold ironwood reinforced with spiritual metals.

Shen Mengyue channeled spiritual power, controlling the scabbard with her energy. It rose into the air, hovering behind Bai Zhenshuang's raised buttocks.

"First stroke," Shen Mengyue announced.

The scabbard swung down with precision and force.

*Crack!*

The sound echoed across the plaza. A red line appeared across Bai Zhenshuang's pale buttocks. She flinched, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips, but made no sound.

*Crack! Crack! Crack!*

Stroke after stroke landed. The scabbard was not as wide as the Heavenly Dao plank, which meant each strike concentrated more force into a smaller area. The pain was intense, burning through her flesh. Bai Zhenshuang's hands clenched into fists, her knuckles white against the stone.

The disciples watched in stunned silence. Many turned away, unable to bear the sight. Others stared, morbidly fascinated.

The ten strokes became twenty, then fifty. Bai Zhenshuang's buttocks turned from pale to pink, then to deep red. The scabbard left distinct marks across both cheeks, crisscrossing until the entire surface was a tapestry of red stripes. The heat radiated from her punished flesh, sweat beading on her lower back.

One hundred strokes. Two hundred. Her buttocks swelled, the skin growing tighter with each blow. The pain was a constant, throbbing presence, but Bai Zhenshuang refused to cry out. She bit her lip until she tasted blood.

Three hundred strokes. The scabbard had reshaped her buttocks into a reddened, swollen mound. The once perfect globes now bore the marks of punishment, each strike adding another layer of humiliation.

Four hundred strokes.

Shen Mengyue lowered the scabbard. Bai Zhenshuang's buttocks were a mess—dark red, bruised, swollen to nearly twice their normal size. The skin was tight and hot, crisscrossed with dark lines where the scabbard had landed hardest.

But the punishment was not over.

"Part your legs," Shen Mengyue commanded.

Bai Zhenshuang hesitated, but only for a moment. She spread her knees, opening her thighs, exposing her most private parts to the gaze of her sect. Her vulva, pink and nestled between the swollen cheeks of her buttocks, was now fully visible. Her anus, a tight ring of darker flesh, sat just above.

Shen Mengyue summoned a whip with her spiritual power. It was a thin, flexible weapon, designed not for broad strokes but for precise, devastating lashes. It hovered in the air, ready.

"One hundred lashes to your crotch slit," Shen Mengyue announced. "Each stroke will cover both your anus and your vagina."

The first lash cracked through the air.

*Whap!*

The whip struck directly between Bai Zhenshuang's legs, the tip snapping across her vulva before curling up to strike her anus. The pain was electric, shooting through her core.

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The sun hung low over the Hundred Flowers Valley, casting golden light across the endless fields of medicinal herbs that swayed in the gentle breeze. The air was thick with the mingled scents of a thousand blossoms, a fragrance that promised healing and peace. But today, that peace was about to shatter.

A streak of fiery red cut through the sky, descending rapidly toward the valley's entrance. Li Que landed with a soft thud, her bare feet pressing into the soft earth. She stood naked, her tall, athletic form unashamed in its exposure. Her fiery red hair was tied high in a ponytail, swaying with her movements. The black slave collar around her neck gleamed dully in the light, a mark of her absolute submission. Her eyes were cold, her expression one of calm duty. She had long since learned that nudity was not shame—it was the purest form of loyalty a female slave could offer her master.

She raised her voice, transmitting it with cold spiritual power that rippled through the valley like a stone through still water. "Hua Qianyu, Valley Master of the Hundred Flowers Valley, come forth! By the order of Xuanfa Celestial Lord, Lord of the Zehuang Sect, I, Que Nu, am here to deliver judgment."

Within moments, the main hall's doors swung open, and a group of disciples emerged, their robes fluttering as they hurried forward. At their head walked Hua Qianyu. She was a vision of gentle grace, her face soft and delicate, eyes warm like spring water. Her blue-green hair was loosely tied at the back, a few strands hanging by her ears, and her figure was plump and well-proportioned, exuding a natural maternal warmth. She wore a flowing robe of pale green, embroidered with delicate flowers. Her disciples followed, their faces curious and uneasy.

As they drew closer, shock rippled through their ranks. Many of the disciples gasped, some covering their mouths in disbelief. Before them stood a woman completely naked, her skin bronzed and athletic, every curve and muscle on display. Her breasts were firm, her waist slender, her buttocks round and full. She wore nothing but the black collar around her neck and a cold, unwavering expression.

"Li Que!" one of the disciples exclaimed. "Former vice leader of the Vermilion Bird Sect! The Flame Queen!"

Li Que's lips did not even twitch. She did not care about their stares. She had been publicly spanked more times than she could count, had crawled on all fours like a dog through the Zehuang Sect's courtyards while disciples watched and laughed. Each humiliation had been a lesson from her master, and each lesson had forged her into something stronger. She had learned that punishment was honor, that shame was a path to devotion. Nudity was not degradation—it was the truest expression of a slave's loyalty, a body offered completely, without pretense or concealment.

"I bring the words of Xuanfa Celestial Lord," Li Que announced, her voice carrying clearly. "Your disciples once trespassed into the Zehuang Sect's medicinal garden, occupying it without leave. For this offense, the disciples responsible are to strip naked, kneel at the entrance of the Zehuang Sect, stick out their buttocks high, and receive one hundred Heavenly Dao plank strikes on their bare buttocks each day for ten years. This is considered a minor punishment."

Murmurs of fear rippled through the Hundred Flowers Valley disciples. Some began to weep silently. Hua Qianyu's gentle face hardened slightly, her eyes narrowing.

Li Que continued. "And you, Hua Qianyu, for failing to manage your disciples and permitting such insubordination, you too will be punished in accordance with my master's will."

Hua Qianyu stepped forward, her robes rustling. "I cannot allow my disciples to suffer such a cruel fate," she said, her voice calm but firm. "They were only following my orders. If there is any fault, it is mine alone."

"Then you must face me," Li Que said, assuming a combat stance. Her hands crackled with the faint glow of flames. "Defeat me, and perhaps you may negotiate. Lose, and you will submit to the Celestial Lord's judgment."

Hua Qianyu drew her sword, a blade of pale green that shimmered with healing energy. She was a healer first, a fighter second, but she would not back down. "Very well."

The two women clashed. Hua Qianyu's sword danced like a gentle stream, flowing and evasive, but Li Que's flames were relentless. Fire licked at the air, forcing Hua Qianyu to dodge and weave. Li Que moved with the precision of one who had been trained by the best—trained by Xuanfa himself. Her flames were not wild but controlled, each burst aimed to corner and pressure. Within minutes, the battle was decided. A single, perfectly aimed flame struck Hua Qianyu's wrist, knocking her sword aside. Li Que followed with a palm strike to her chest, sending her sprawling to the ground.

Hua Qianyu lay gasping, her robes scorched. Her disciples rushed to her side, but she waved them off, struggling to her knees.

Li Que flipped her hand, and a sound transmission talisman appeared. She crushed it, and Xuanfa's cold, emotionless voice echoed through the clearing. "Hua Qianyu and the Hundred Flowers Valley have obstinately resisted, doubling their crime. Hua Qianyu is to be taken back to the Zehuang Sect for heavy punishment. All disciples under her are to be severely spanked."

The disciples' faces went pale. Some began to sob openly. Hua Qianyu's heart ached at the sound of their weeping. She could not bear it. She threw herself forward, kowtowing to the talisman. "Please, Celestial Lord! I beg you! Punish me alone! I take full responsibility. My disciples were only following my orders. Let them go, and I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit."

The talisman crackled. Xuanfa's voice came again, dripping with cold amusement. "If you alone are to be punished, then it must be heavy indeed."

"I accept!" Hua Qianyu cried, still kowtowing. "I will accept anything, only spare my disciples!"

"Then strip," the voice commanded.

Without hesitation, Hua Qianyu rose, her hands trembling slightly. She unfastened her robe, letting it fall to the ground. Then her undergarments. Piece by piece, she removed every stitch of clothing until she stood as naked as Li Que, her soft, plump body exposed to the gaze of her disciples and the open sky. She knelt again, pressing her forehead to the earth. "I beg for punishment alone, my master."

Li Que stepped forward, a length of Immortal Binding Chain appearing in her hand. She wrapped it around Hua Qianyu's neck with cold efficiency, the metal tightening like a collar of fate. "Then follow," she said.

Hua Qianyu crawled. On hands and knees, the chain leading her, she crawled forward step by step, her naked body moving through the dirt and grass. Her disciples watched in shock and horror, their tears flowing freely. Some reached out, but a sharp look from Li Que froze them in place.

The procession moved to the front of the Hundred Flowers Valley's main hall. A crowd of disciples had gathered, their eyes wide with disbelief as their gentle, respected Valley Master crawled naked before them, led by a naked stranger. Li Que stopped in the center of the open square, and Hua Qianyu knelt beside her, head bowed.

"Hear the crimes of Hua Qianyu!" Li Que announced, her voice ringing through the valley. "First, failure to manage her disciples, allowing them to trespass upon the Zehuang Sect's sacred grounds. Second, obstinate resistance against the lawful order of Xuanfa Celestial Lord. For these crimes, she shall receive four hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao plank upon her bare buttocks, here, in public view. Afterward, she shall be taken to the Zehuang Sect for further severe punishment."

Hua Qianyu did not lift her head. She moved into position, bending forward until her torso was parallel to the ground, her hands gripping her ankles. She pushed her buttocks high, offering them to the sky, to the stares of her disciples, to the punishment that awaited. Her soft, full cheeks were pale and vulnerable, trembling slightly with fear and shame.

But Li Que was not finished. She turned, looking out at the medicinal garden that stretched beyond the hall. With a flick of her spiritual power, she summoned several herbs, plucking them from their beds and drawing them through the air to her hand. One herb in particular caught Hua Qianyu's attention—a dark green, hairy plant that she recognized immediately. Scorpion grass. A vile weed that caused excruciating itching upon skin contact, used only in the most brutal punishments in the cultivation world.

"Since you are a healer and herbalist," Li Que said, a hint of amusement in her cold voice, "let me use your own garden's bounty to enhance your punishment."

She crushed the scorpion grass with spiritual power, squeezing out a thick, viscous juice that dripped green and foul-smelling. She then applied it evenly to Hua Qianyu's offered buttocks, spreading it across both cheeks, letting it seep into every curve and crevice.

At first, there was a cool sensation. Then the itching began.

It started as a faint tingle, barely noticeable. But within moments, it grew into a maddening, all-consuming fire. Hua Qianyu gasped, her body twitching. The itch was like a thousand ants crawling beneath her skin, burrowing into her flesh, screaming for release. She bit her lip, trying to endure, but the sensation intensified. It became unbearable. Her hands released her ankles, and she began to scratch, her fingers clawing at her own buttocks, raking red lines across the pale skin.

"Hah... ahhh..." she moaned, her composure shattering. Tears streamed down her face as she writhed, trying to find relief. Her disciples watched in horror, some turning away, unable to witness their gentle Valley Master reduced to such a state.

Li Que stood back, arms crossed, watching with cold interest. She made no move to help. For a full quarter of an hour, Hua Qianyu suffered, scratching and crying, her body twisting in agony. The itching drove her to the brink of madness. In front of all her disciples, she wept and begged.

"Please... please spank me!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "Spank my buttocks! Hard! I need... I need the pain to stop the itching! Please!"

Li Que let her beg for a few more moments, savoring the sight of the proud valley master humbled so completely. Then, with a gesture, she summoned two Heavenly Dao planks. They appeared in the air, long, flat, and shimmering with spiritual power, hovering on either side of Hua Qianyu's raised bottom.

"Since you ask so earnestly," Li Que said, "I shall oblige."

The first plank struck. *WHAP!* The sound was sharp and clear, echoing across the square. Hua Qianyu's entire body convulsed. The impact was stunning, a burst of pure pain that, for a glorious instant, overrode the maddening itch. She cried out, a mixture of agony and relief.

The second plank hit from the other side. *WHAP!* Her buttocks jiggled, reddening instantly. She gasped, her fingers digging into the dirt.

*WHAP!* *WHAP!* *WHAP!*

The planks alternated, left and right, each stroke landing with perfect precision. They were heavy, imbued with spiritual power that made each strike feel like a mountain falling upon her. Hua Qianyu's buttocks began to swell, turning from pale to pink to bright red. Each hit sent waves of pain through her body, but each wave also pushed back the relentless itching, giving her moments of respite.

"Thank you... thank you!" she sobbed between strikes. "Harder! Spank harder!"

Li Que obliged. The planks struck faster, harder, the sound a rhythmic *WHAP WHAP WHAP* that filled the valley. Hua Qianyu's buttocks were now a deep, angry red, mottled with bruises and cuts from her earlier scratching. The scorpion grass juice still burned, but the pain was a welcome distraction. She pressed her face into the dirt, weeping openly, her body shaking with each blow.

*WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

Fifty strokes. One hundred. Hua

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The secret realm shimmered with ancient, fractured light, a pocket of broken space where the boundaries between worlds grew thin. Su Qianyao stood at its heart, her silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight, her bright red eyes gleaming with lazy amusement. Her robes were the color of midnight, clinging to her full breasts and ample hips, leaving little to the imagination. She was tall, exquisitely built, every curve a promise of pleasure and danger. The air around her hummed with her seductive aura, a subtle incense that clouded the minds of any who drew near. She surveyed the realm with idle interest until her gaze caught a figure approaching.

Su Qianyao giggled, a sound like silver bells in a storm. "What a rarity," she purred, tapping her chin. "Seeing a bare-bottomed little sister here. And here I thought the Zehuang Sect kept all its naughty slaves tied to their master's bedpost."

The figure that emerged from the mist was none other than Xuanfa's Xin Nu, Lin Qiaoxin. Her black hair was tied in two low ponytails, youthful and cute, framing a face that always seemed on the verge of a mischievous grin. She was naked save for the black slave collar around her neck, her slender, well-proportioned body on full display. Her skin was pale and smooth, and her bare buttocks swayed with each step, unashamed, a testament to her long years of discipline. Her eyes sparkled with playful defiance as she approached, her hands clasped behind her back.

Lin Qiaoxin giggled in response, wiggling her bare bottom from side to side. "How is it? Are Xin Nu's buttocks pretty?" She smacked a palm against her own cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet air. "When Xin Nu became our master's slave, she was only twenty. Now she's over four hundred years old. Xin Nu has been naked more time than she's been clothed." She paused, letting the words hang, then tilted her head. "Sister Yao, using your seduction to bully our Zehuang Sect disciples isn't nice. Our master ordered me to bring you back for a spanking—just ten years. Sister Yao, come with me obediently, so we don't have to fight."

Su Qianyao's red eyes glittered. She licked her lips slowly, her tongue tracing a wet line across full, crimson-painted lips. "How can you call it bullying? Just playing with the little ones." She waved a dismissive hand. "But if you want to spank this concubine's buttocks, you'll need to show some skill." She struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other extended in challenge. "Come on, little sister Xin, let's have a contest."

Lin Qiaoxin's playful demeanor hardened for just a moment. "Sister Yao, this is resisting punishment! Our master punishes resisters the hardest. He might spank your buttocks until they're bruised and bloody." She grinned again, patting her own buttocks. "Though I think that would be quite nice. Xin Nu's buttocks miss our master's Heavenly Dao plank every day. We all long to kneel before him and be spanked into blissful oblivion."

Su Qianyao's breath caught at the image. Spanking until bruised and bloody? How exciting. In the Demon Clan, she was unmatched in power and status. The men there were terrified of her, never daring to raise a hand to her. But her greedy, fat buttocks—so full, so round, so desperate—ached for discipline, for a spanking that would make her writhe and moan. This time, she would see if the legendary Xuanfa Celestial Lord and his female slaves truly had the skill.

She charged forward, flames licking at her fingertips, her figure blurring with speed. Lin Qiaoxin did not flinch. She snapped her fingers, and the air around them twisted. A formation unfolded like a blooming flower of light, runes spinning outward, trapping the space. Su Qianyao's flames sputtered against the barrier. Lin Qiaoxin moved with practiced ease, her hands weaving patterns in the air, and the formation tightened, binding Su Qianyao's limbs.

In an instant, Su Qianyao was suspended in the air, spread out like the character '大', her arms and legs pulled wide by invisible ropes of light. Her robes were still intact, but Lin Qiaoxin giggled and traced a symbol in the air. The formation hummed, and Su Qianyao's clothes tore away in strips, disintegrating into motes of light. Naked now, her body was displayed in full—full, round breasts with hard, pink nipples, a narrow waist that flared into wide, plump hips, and a pair of buttocks so greedy, so full, they seemed to beg for attention. Her skin was flawless, pale and smooth, and between her thighs, a neat triangle of silver hair glistened.

"Not bad, sister Yao," Lin Qiaoxin said, circling her. "Now let Xin Nu teach you the price of resistance."

The formation shifted, solidifying into dozens of steel whips and wide planks. They circled Su Qianyao like hungry serpents. Lin Qiaoxin flicked her wrist, and the first plank slammed down.

*Whack!*

Su Qianyao's buttocks quivered, a red mark blooming across her left cheek. But instead of a scream, a moan escaped her lips—a long, breathy sound of pure pleasure. Her eyes fluttered half-closed, her mouth falling open.

"Ahh... harder..."

*Whack! Whack!*

Two more strikes, planks this time, landing in rapid succession. Her buttocks bounced, the flesh rippling, and each impact sent a jolt of ecstasy straight to her core. She felt her vagina growing wet, slick and hot, as the spanking continued. The whips followed, thin and stinging, lashing across her thighs and the curve of her rump.

Lin Qiaoxin blinked, momentarily surprised. She herself had been spanked countless times, had learned to love the pain, but this woman—after just a dozen strikes, her body was already responding. "Sister Yao, you're soaking wet," Lin Qiaoxin said, a hint of admiration in her voice. "I thought I was the biggest pervert for loving spankings, but you're even worse."

Su Qianyao's voice came out in a shuddering whisper. "Yes... yes... I need more. Spank me harder, little sister. Spank me until I can't think."

Lin Qiaoxin obliged. She willed the formation to rain down blows in a steady rhythm—planks, whips, wooden paddles that struck in crisscross patterns. The secret realm echoed with the sound of flesh meeting punishment, punctuated by Su Qianyao's escalating moans. Each strike made her buttocks jiggle, the skin reddening, then darkening to a deep pink. Sweat beaded on her back, her silver hair tangled and damp. She arched into the blows, her hips pushing back as if begging for more.

"Harder, Xin Nu! Please!"

The spanking continued. The steel whip lashed across her lower cheeks, leaving thin lines of red. A plank landed squarely on the center of her right buttock, making her cry out in ecstasy. Her vagina was drenched now, slick fluid trailing down her inner thigh. The pleasure built, a growing wave that threatened to crest, but Lin Qiaoxin was not done.

After four hundred spanks—each one counted in Lin Qiaoxin's mind—Su Qianyao's body went limp, her arms and legs sagging in the formation's grip. Her buttocks were a deep, glowing red, hot to the touch, marked with a lattice of lines from the whips. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted in a slack, satisfied smile.

Lin Qiaoxin produced a long, trimmed ginger stick from a pouch at her waist. It was the thickness of a finger, smooth and pale, with a sharp, pungent smell. "Sister Yao, let me show you something nice."

Su Qianyao's eyes widened, but she offered no resistance. Lin Qiaoxin positioned the stick at the entrance of Su Qianyao's anus, that tight, hidden ring of muscle. With a firm push, she shoved the ginger stick inside, all the way to the hilt.

Su Qianyao's body convulsed. A scream tore from her throat—a raw, animal sound. The ginger's heat was searing, an intense, invasive burn that radiated through her bowels, up her spine, into every nerve. It was agony, pure and excruciating. But beneath the pain, a deeper pleasure stirred. Her inner walls clenched around the stick, trying to expel it, but the ginger's texture held it in place. Each spasm sent new waves of fire through her, and each wave of fire sent a jolt of arousal through her pussy. She cried out again, half in torment, half in bliss.

"Please... more... it's not enough..."

Lin Qiaoxin stared in amazement. Su Qianyao's buttocks clenched and unclenched around the ginger, and her vagina continued to leak, a steady stream of wetness that trickled down to the ground. "You really are a glutton for punishment," Lin Qiaoxin murmured.

She left the ginger stick in for a full hour. During that time, she added more spanks—light taps with a whip, just to keep the fire burning. Su Qianyao writhed in the air, her body a canvas of red, her moans turning to wordless cries. The pain from the ginger was constant, a dull, burning ache that made her insides feel raw, but it also made every spank feel more intense, more exquisite. She hovered on the edge of orgasm, never quite falling over, suspended in a state of pure, agonizing pleasure.

At last, Lin Qiaoxin grasped the end of the ginger stick and pulled it out slowly. Su Qianyao's anus puckered, then relaxed, and a strand of her own fluid followed the stick out. She gasped, her body shuddering, and when she finally opened her eyes, they were glassy, dazed.

"How is Xuanfa Celestial Lord's spanking technique, little sister Xin?" she asked, her voice hoarse but hungry.

Lin Qiaoxin grinned proudly. "Our master's spanking technique is unparalleled. No matter how strong the female cultivator, if our master personally spanks her, she will cry, and it will cause extreme pain. Xin Nu, Sister Yue, and Sister Que love being spanked by our master the most. Every day we kneel before our master and get spanked to blissful oblivion by his Heavenly Dao plank."

Su Qianyao's red eyes glimmered with new anticipation. "If I had known spanking was this pleasurable, this concubine would have come to be a slave long ago."

Lin Qiaoxin clapped her hands, and the formation shifted. A glowing chain, the Immortal Binding Chain, coiled around Su Qianyao's neck and led her down to the ground. She knelt, crawling on all fours, her still-red buttocks raised high. The chain hummed with power, and Lin Qiaoxin held the other end, walking at a leisurely pace.

"Come on, Sister Yao," Lin Qiaoxin said, her voice cheerful. "Let's go home. Our master is waiting to welcome his new slave."

Su Qianyao crawled after her, her body still trembling from the spanking, her anus still burning, her pussy still wet. She smiled, a predator's smile, but now she was the one being led. The secret realm faded behind them as they stepped through a portal, heading toward the Zehuang Sect.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the Zehuang Sect’s main square, where three thick stone pillars stood like silent sentinels. Runes carved into their surfaces pulsed with a faint, golden light, suppressing any trace of spiritual power that dared to stir within their vicinity. Before each pillar, a naked figure knelt, hands bound behind their backs with gleaming Immortal Binding Chains. The golden ropes wound tightly around their wrists before looping around the pillars, anchoring them in an unyielding position. Their buttocks were raised, presented as offerings to the judgment that awaited them.

Bai Zhenshuang knelt with the rigid dignity of a fallen queen. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, partially veiling the cold fury in her eyes. The sword immortal’s body, usually draped in the pristine robes of the Heavenly Sword Sect’s sect leader, was now utterly exposed. Her full breasts pressed against the stone ground as she maintained her posture, her buttocks round and firm, raised high in the air. She did not struggle. She did not plead. She had lost, and she would accept the consequences.

To her left, Hua Qianyu trembled, her blue-green hair scattered like seaweed around her gentle face. The valley master of Hundred Flowers Valley had always been kind, her heart soft as the petals she cultivated. Now, her plump, well-proportioned body shook with suppressed sobs as she knelt, her buttocks equally presented. The scorpion grass juice already coated her skin, and she could feel the maddening itch beginning to bloom.

On the right, Su Qianyao knelt with a serpentine grace. The demon clan’s holy maiden, with her silver hair and crimson eyes, seemed almost eager. Her full breasts and ample hips formed a tempting silhouette, and a sly smile played on her lips. She had tasted pain before, but this punishment carried a promise of pleasure she had long craved.

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue stood at the edge of the square, their arms crossed as they observed their fallen counterparts. Their own black slave collars glinted in the sunlight, a constant reminder of their place. They were Xuanfa’s most loyal slaves now, and these three before them would soon join their ranks.

A faint hum filled the air as Bai Zhenshuang’s sword scabbard rose from beside her. The jade ornament, inscribed with the names of countless masters, floated before her raised buttocks. It paused for a moment, as if savoring the tension, then struck.

*SMACK!*

The sound echoed across the square. Bai Zhenshuang’s body jerked, but she bit her lip and remained silent. The scabbard struck again, landing on the exact same spot with brutal precision. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* Each blow painted a fresh patch of crimson across her pale skin. She counted silently. One hundred. Two hundred. The pain was a living thing, burrowing into her flesh, but she refused to cry out. The scabbard belonged to her sword, her Ningshuang. To be spanked by her own weapon was the deepest humiliation a sword cultivator could endure. Yet she had been outmatched, and she respected the outcome. Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes, but she did not let them fall.

After four hundred strikes, her buttocks were a swollen, weeping mass of red and purple. The scabbard lowered, and a whip materialized, thin and sharp. Bai Zhenshuang spread her legs as commanded, exposing her most private slit to the air. The whip snapped forward, lashing her crotch with a crack that made even Lin Qiaoxin wince. Bai Zhenshuang gasped, her body convulsing. One hundred lashes, each one a firebrand against her most sensitive flesh. She endured, her knuckles white where her hands were bound behind her.

Next came Hua Qianyu. The scorpion grass juice had already driven her to the edge of madness. Every inch of her buttocks burned and itched as if thousands of tiny needles were dancing beneath her skin. She cried out before the first plank even struck. Two Heavenly Dao planks floated into position, one on each side of her buttocks. They descended in perfect unison.

*WHACK!*

Hua Qianyu screamed, a sob tearing from her throat. The itch disappeared under the sharp pain, only to return with doubled intensity the moment the planks lifted. *WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!* She begged, her voice cracking, “I offended Xuanfa! It was all my fault! Please, don’t hurt my valley! I’ll bear everything, but leave the Hundred Flowers alone!” Her words dissolved into incoherent weeping as the planks continued their rhythmic assault. Four hundred strikes later, her buttocks were a mess of welts and bruises, and she collapsed forward, her tears pooling on the stone.

Su Qianyao watched with undisguised anticipation. When the Heavenly Dao planks hovered over her buttocks, she arched her back, presenting them with a seductive wiggle. The first strike landed, and she let out a moan—not of pain, but of pleasure. Her voice was honey and venom as she gasped, “Harder! Strike harder, I beg you!” Each blow sent a jolt through her body, and her vagina grew slick with arousal. She moaned with every strike, her cries filling the square with an erotic melody. After four hundred, she was panting, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire. Then a thick ginger stick was inserted into her anus, and she let out a sharp cry that blended pain and ecstasy. It would remain there for an hour.

The punishment complete, a healing formation from the Xuantian Realm activated, its gentle light washing over their battered bodies. The wounds began to close, the swelling to subside. In the space between pain and recovery, they would learn their first lesson in submission.

Inside the Xuantian Realm, the air was thick with spiritual energy. Xuanfa sat on a raised dais, his black training clothes stark against the white stone. His cold, handsome face revealed nothing as Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue knelt before him, their naked bodies gleaming under the soft light.

“Report,” he said, his voice flat.

Lin Qiaoxin spoke first, her playful tone undimmed. “Bai Zhenshuang took her four hundred like a true sword immortal—cold and proud, but her scabbard taught her humility. She’ll break soon.” Li Que added, “Hua Qianyu wept and begged, just as expected. Her love for her valley will make her obedient.” Shen Mengyue finished, “Su Qianyao… enjoyed it more than she should. The ginger stick will remind her that pleasure has a price.”

Xuanfa nodded, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Good work. Is there anything else?”

Lin Qiaoxin exchanged glances with her sisters before speaking. “Master, we have completed your task. May we request… an increase in our daily spanking to four hundred strikes?”

Xuanfa’s eyebrow rose. “So now you’ve fallen in love with the feeling of being spanked, have you?”

All three bowed their heads, their voices a unified whisper. “Yes, Master. We have.”

A low chuckle escaped Xuanfa. “Then I shall grant your wish.” He called out, “Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, Shen Xingmian.”

Three young women emerged from the shadows, their naked bodies adorned with black slave collars. Lin Yuxin’s twin ponytails bounced as she skipped forward, a mischievous grin on her face. Li Yunling walked with the proud stride of her mother, her athletic body taut with anticipation. Shen Xingmian glided gracefully, her ethereal features a mirror of Shen Mengyue’s. They knelt before Xuanfa, their voices synchronized. “Greetings, Master.”

Xuanfa gestured to the three older women kneeling before him. “Your mothers’ buttocks are itching again. Take the Heavenly Dao planks and spank them, four hundred strikes each.”

The three daughters obeyed without hesitation. Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian each summoned a Heavenly Dao plank, the wooden implements humming with power. The older women—Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue—immediately knelt and presented their buttocks, raising them high in the air.

Lin Qiaoxin turned her head, a playful smile on her face. “Xin’er, don’t hold back. Use the flat of the plank, and strike just below the curve. That’s where the pain blooms into pleasure.”

Lin Yuxin giggled, raising the plank. “Of course, Mother. I know your buttocks better than anyone.” The plank descended with a sharp *WHAP!* Lin Qiaoxin gasped, her body jolting forward. Lin Yuxin struck again, each blow landing with precision. She varied the rhythm—three fast strikes, then a pause, then a single heavy blow that made Lin Qiaoxin moan. “Is that good, Mother?” Lin Yuxin teased. “Harder!” Lin Qiaoxin cried, her voice thick with need. The spanking continued, each strike painting her buttocks in shades of red and purple.

Li Que kept her head high, her pride unwilling to break even now. She spoke to her daughter, Li Yunling, “Smack the center, where the flesh is thickest. Make sure I feel it in my core.” Li Yunling nodded, her face calm and focused. She swung the plank with athletic precision, each blow landing dead center. Li Que grunted, her body absorbing the punishment. But a small smile crept onto her face. “Good, Yunling. Again.” Li Yunling obeyed, increasing the force until Li Que’s buttocks were a solid, swollen mass.

Shen Mengyue knelt with perfect posture, her dignity intact even in submission. She spoke softly to Shen Xingmian, “Daughter, spank with grace. Use the edge of the plank for the first two hundred, then the flat for the rest.” Shen Xingmian’s gentle eyes held a flicker of sadness, but she obeyed. The first blow with the edge bit deep into Shen Mengyue’s flesh, drawing a sharp intake of breath. Shen Mengyue closed her eyes, focusing on the pain. “Continue,” she whispered. Shen Xingmian struck again and again, her movements fluid and precise. After two hundred, she switched to the flat, and Shen Mengyue allowed herself a soft moan of pleasure.

Four hundred strikes later, all three older women knelt, their buttocks thoroughly punished. They remained in position, breathing heavily, as their daughters lowered the planks.

Lin Qiaoxin spoke first, her voice husky with satisfaction. “Although being spanked by our daughters is nice, we want our master to personally summon the Heavenly Dao planks and spank us hard.”

Li Que and Shen Mengyue nodded in agreement.

Xuanfa chuckled, his cold eyes warming slightly. “Alright, next time I’ll personally summon the Heavenly Dao planks to spank your buttocks. Also, your three daughters have recently improved their cultivation. Next time, you will personally spank your daughters’ buttocks.”

Behind them, Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian knelt before Xuanfa, their voices a unified plea. “Mother must not hold back. Our buttocks can take a lot of spanking now.”

Xuanfa looked at the female slaves kneeling before him, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. The square outside echoed with the distant sound of healing formations, but here, in the heart of the Xuantian Realm, a new cycle of discipline and pleasure was beginning.

The Xuantian Realm stretched out like an endless expanse of white marble, the air humming with the low, rhythmic thud of wood against flesh. Row upon row of bare buttocks were raised high, the skin pale and trembling, each pair of cheeks the focus of two hovering Heavenly Dao planks. The planks were jet-black, etched with silver runes that pulsed with a faint, punishing light. They struck in perfect alternation—left cheek, then right—a ceaseless, mechanical beat that filled the realm with a sound like distant thunder.

There were nearly eighty female cultivators in those rows. Some had once commanded entire sects, their names spoken with reverence across the cultivation world. Some were the genius daughters of noble families, raised in luxury and adoration. Others were scattered cultivators who had clawed their way to power through sheer talent and ambition. A few were disciples who had voluntarily joined the Zehuang Sect and been selected by Xuanfa for this fate. All of them were now naked, their throats encircled by black slave collars that gleamed dully under the realm's pale light. Their wrists were bound behind their backs with invisible cords of qi, forcing them to kneel with their chests pressed to the cool marble and their buttocks offered high and open to the punishment.

The Heavenly Dao planks did not pause. They did not tire. Each strike landed with surgical precision, leaving a vivid red handprint-shaped welt that slowly darkened to purple before the next blow fell. The sound was wet and sharp, a crack that echoed off the unseen walls of the realm. Tears streamed down the faces of the kneeling women, their bodies jolting forward with every impact. Some whimpered through gritted teeth. Others sobbed openly, their cries muffled by the marble floor. But except for a handful of the newest arrivals—those who still struggled, who still twisted their hips in a futile attempt to evade the blows—not a single one resisted. Not a single one begged for mercy. Their obedience had been forged by thousands upon thousands of such strikes, each one burning away pride and will until only submission remained.

At the very front of the formation, in a place of honor and the harshest punishment, knelt three women. Their bodies were as perfect as statues, their skin smooth and unblemished except for the angry red marks already blooming across their buttocks. Two Heavenly Dao planks hovered behind each of them, larger and darker than the others, pulsing with a denser, more terrible energy. These planks delivered four hundred strikes per day—more than any other slave in the realm.

Lin Qiaoxin swayed with each blow, her twin low ponytails swinging. A grin stretched across her tear-streaked face, her eyes bright with a strange, gleeful pain. The plank on her left slammed into her cheek with a crack that made her whole body shudder, and she gasped out, "Ah—still the planks controlled by our master that spank the best! Xin Nu's buttocks are about to be spanked to pieces!"

The right plank followed an instant later, landing an inch lower, the impact so fierce that her buttocks bounced and rippled like a wave. She let out a sharp, laughing cry. "Yes! Harder! Please, spank Xin Nu's worthless buttocks until they're nothing but meat!"

Beside her, Li Que's posture was rigid, her athletic body tensed against the blows. Sweat plastered fiery red strands of her high ponytail to her neck and shoulders. She bit her lower lip, her eyes squeezed shut, but a groan escaped her throat with every strike. The planks hammered her full, round cheeks with merciless consistency, leaving deep crimson prints that spread across her skin like a sunrise. When the left plank connected, she arched her back, her fingers curling into fists behind her. "Que Nu's buttocks exist only to be punished by our master," she growled through clenched teeth. "This glory is all a female slave deserves. Please—spank Que Nu's buttocks hard. Do not spare me."

The right plank came down, and she cried out, the sound raw and desperate, but her body held firm, her hips pushing back into the blow as if begging for more.

Shen Mengyue knelt with a quiet dignity that even this punishment could not erase. Her black hair fell in a river over her shoulders, the tips brushing the marble. She did not scream. She did not laugh. Her face was calm, her eyes distant, but every muscle in her body trembled with the effort of maintaining that composure. The planks struck her full, mature buttocks with a force that made her entire frame lurch forward, and each time, she straightened slowly, deliberately, presenting herself again. The skin of her cheeks was already a deep, angry red, the pattern of the plank's grain imprinted on her flesh. She took a breath, steady and controlled, and said, "Yue Nu's buttocks are in sore need of our master's punishment. Please do not hold back."

The planks redoubled their pace, falling in a rapid, punishing rhythm. Left, right, left, right. The sound was a continuous drumbeat, punctuated by Lin Qiaoxin's delighted yelps and Li Que's grunts of effort. Shen Mengyue's breaths grew shorter, her composure cracking as tears finally spilled from the corners of her eyes. Her lower lip quivered, but she did not sob. She merely closed her eyes and let the punishment wash over her, her body accepting each blow as a benediction.

The count reached one hundred. Two hundred. The buttocks of the three women were no longer recognizable as skin—they were a uniform, glistening scarlet, swollen and hot, the flesh quivering with every impact. Lin Qiaoxin's giggles had turned into high-pitched, breathless moans. Li Que's groans had become sharp, bitten-off cries. Shen Mengyue's lips moved silently, counting the strikes in her mind, her fingers digging into her own palms.

Three hundred. The planks seemed to draw deeper reserves of force, the runes flaring with white light. Each strike sent a shockwave through the air, ruffling the hair of slaves in nearby rows. Lin Qiaoxin's legs gave out, her hips sagging, but she forced herself back up, her voice cracking. "Please—harder—Xin Nu can take more—"

Three hundred fifty. Li Que's body was slick with sweat, her thighs trembling violently. She no longer tried to suppress her cries. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat on her chin. "Que Nu—Que Nu thanks our master—for this punishment—" she panted between strikes.

Three hundred eighty. Shen Mengyue's head hung low, her hair pooling on the marble. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, but she still had the strength to whisper, "Yue Nu is grateful... grateful for our master's discipline..."

Four hundred. The final two strikes landed simultaneously—left and right, a double impact that lifted all three women off the marble and slammed them back down. They lay there, sprawled and gasping, their buttocks a ruined, pulsing mass of crimson and purple. The skin was so swollen it looked ready to split. Their backs heaved, their lungs burning. Tears pooled in the hollows of their eyes and dripped onto the cold stone.

But on their faces, through the pain and exhaustion, smiles spread. Obedient smiles. Satisfied smiles. They had taken the full measure of their master's punishment, and they had not broken. They were worthy slaves.

The array of the Xuantian Realm hummed to life. A soft, green light seeped from the marble, curling around their bodies like warm vines. The swelling on their buttocks began to recede, the broken capillaries knitting back together. The pain dulled from a blade to a throb. They lay still, letting the healing wash over them, their breaths slowly steadying.

Footsteps echoed on the marble. Slow, deliberate. The sound alone made their hearts quicken.

Xuanfa walked toward them, his black training clothes stark against the white realm. His face was impassive, his dark eyes sweeping over the three prostrate slaves with a cold, appraising gaze. He stopped before them, his shadow falling across their bodies.

The three women stirred. With visible effort, they forced themselves onto their knees, their thighs still trembling, their hands still bound behind their backs. They bowed their heads until their foreheads touched the cool marble.

"Thank you, master, for the spanking," they said in unison, their voices hoarse but heartfelt. Lin Qiaoxin lifted her head just enough to flash a tearful grin. "Your Heavenly Dao planks spank the hardest in all the realms. Xin Nu could feel every grain of the wood in her flesh."

Li Que kept her forehead pressed to the ground, her voice firm despite its ragged edge. "No plank but our master's can break a female slave's buttocks so thoroughly. Que Nu is honored."

Shen Mengyue raised her head slowly, her eyes meeting Xuanfa's for a brief moment before she lowered them again. "Yue Nu lives only to receive her master's discipline. Thank you."

Xuanfa said nothing. He simply turned and walked a few paces away, his hands clasped behind his back.

The sound of soft footsteps followed. Three younger women approached, their bodies similarly naked, their collars dark around their throats. Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian knelt before their mothers, their heads bowed.

"Mother," Lin Yuxin said, her voice light but respectful. "I humbly request that you personally spank my buttocks. Your hands and your plank know best how to discipline a female slave."

Li Yunling's voice was calm, almost proud. "Mother, I ask for your punishment. Please do not hold back. My buttocks have grown resilient from our master's training."

Shen Xingmian spoke last, her tone gentle and earnest. "Mother, I beg you to spank me with the Profound plank. Teach me what it means to be a proper slave for our master."

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue exchanged glances. Then they rose on unsteady legs, their bodies still aching from their own punishment. They accepted the Profound planks from the young women's outstretched hands—identical to the Heavenly Dao planks but smaller, meant for a lighter yet still painful correction.

Each mother positioned her daughter before her. Lin Yuxin bent over, presenting her youthful, round buttocks high in the air. Lin Qiaoxin hefted the plank, her grin returning. "You asked for this, little one. A female slave accepts all punishment and humiliation from the master and is proud of it. Never forget that."

The plank came down with a sharp crack. Lin Yuxin gasped, her body jerking forward, but she held her position. "Yes, mother! Xin Nu will remember!"

Beside them, Li Que raised her plank over Li Yunling's athletic form. "Que Nu was once as stubborn as you think you are not," she said, her voice cold. "But I learned. Submission is strength. Being spanked is honor." The plank fell, and Li Yunling cried out, then bit her lip and nodded fiercely.

Shen Mengyue held her daughter's gaze for a long moment. Shen Xingmian's face was calm, trusting, her eyes full of the same gentle light that had once been her mother's. "Yue Nu also needed to learn," Shen Mengyue said softly. "I learned through pain and tears. So shall you." The plank struck, and Shen Xingmian's body shook, but she did not flinch.

The spanking continued for two hundred strikes per girl, the sound of wood on flesh filling the realm once more. Each mother used the opportunity to teach, their words woven between the blows—of loyalty, of pride in submission, of the joy of being wholly owned. The daughters listened, weeping, their buttocks reddening under the steady rhythm, but they never once begged for the punishment to stop. They only thanked their mothers with each pause.

When the final strike landed, the three daughters knelt, their buttocks throbbing, and bowed to their mothers. "Thank you for the discipline," they said in chorus.

The mothers nodded, their faces softening. Lin Qiaoxin ruffled her daughter's hair. "Good girl."

Xuanfa observed the scene from a short distance, his expression unchanged. He gesture

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The morning sun cast long shadows across the polished stone floor of the Zehuang Sect’s main hall. Xuanfa sat upon the elevated dais, his black training clothes immaculate, his expression a mask of cold indifference. Before him, the hall stretched empty save for the two figures that would soon enter.

Shen Mengyue moved with practiced grace, the Immortal Binding Chain in her hand gleaming with a pale, ethereal light. The chain was not merely a restraint—it carried the weight of submission, a reminder of the one who held the other end. Behind her, Bai Zhenshuang crawled on all fours, her naked body exposed to the chill air of the hall. Her long black hair trailed across the floor, and her exquisite face, usually so cold and proud, was flushed with humiliation.

Shen Mengyue led her to the center of the hall, where the dais loomed. Without a word, she halted and knelt, her knees pressing into the hard stone. Bai Zhenshuang followed suit, her body trembling slightly as she brought her hands to rest on her thighs, her head bowed.

Xuanfa observed them in silence for a long moment. His eyes, dark as the void, swept over Bai Zhenshuang’s form—the full curve of her breasts, the slender waist, the rounded buttocks that now rested on her heels. He let the silence stretch, allowing the weight of his presence to press down upon her.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and even, carrying no discernible emotion. "Before, you were asked to come to the Zehuang Sect voluntarily to receive punishment. Why did you resist and end up in this situation?"

Bai Zhenshuang’s throat tightened. She lifted her head just enough to meet his gaze, her pride warring with the reality of her position. "In the past, I relied on my profound cultivation and underestimated all opponents. After being defeated by the Celestial Lord’s Yue Nu, I realized I was like a frog at the bottom of a well. Now, receiving severe punishment is entirely my own fault."

Xuanfa’s lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible sneer. "What is the most important thing for a sword cultivator?"

"The sword," Bai Zhenshuang answered without hesitation.

Xuanfa leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. "How does it feel to be spanked on the buttocks by your own sword scabbard every day?"

Bai Zhenshuang’s face flushed a deep crimson. The words struck like a blade, cutting through her composure. To have her own scabbard—the vessel that held her sword, her very essence—used as an instrument of punishment was the ultimate degradation. Each strike was a slap to her dignity, a reminder that even her most sacred possession had been turned against her. She could not speak; her throat seemed to close, and she bowed her head lower, her fingers digging into her thighs.

Xuanfa rose from the dais and descended the steps, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He stopped before Bai Zhenshuang, looking down at her bowed form. "Today, I called you here to personally punish you, to show you how painful it is when I personally drive the spiritual power of the Heavenly Dao plank, and to let you know what punishment Yue Nu endures every day."

He raised his hand, and the air above Bai Zhenshuang shimmered. Two planks materialized from the void, each carved from the wood of the Heavenly Dao tree, imbued with the crushing force of celestial authority. They hovered, patient and ominous.

"Present yourself," Xuanfa commanded.

Bai Zhenshuang hesitated, but the cold pressure of his gaze brooked no delay. She rose to her hands and knees, then lowered her upper body until her chest touched the floor, raising her buttocks high into the air. The position was one of complete submission, the most vulnerable part of her body offered up for punishment. Her cheeks burned with shame, but she held the pose, her muscles taut.

The first plank descended.

It struck her right buttock with a force that transcended mere physical pain. The spiritual power embedded in the plank slammed into her flesh, sending shockwaves through her entire body. Her mind went blank, filled only with the white-hot agony that radiated from the point of impact. A strangled cry escaped her lips, but she barely heard it.

Before she could recover, the second plank struck her left buttock, the pain doubling, tripling, until she felt as though her very soul was being shattered. Her vision blurred, and she gasped for breath, her hands clenching into fists on the floor.

Through the haze, she turned her head slightly and saw Shen Mengyue kneeling beside her, her posture calm, her expression serene. The Celestial Mist Sect’s former leader showed no reaction to the brutal punishment, as though it were as ordinary as the morning breeze. Bai Zhenshuang’s mind reeled. How could anyone endure this pain every day? How could Shen Mengyue kneel there, so composed, as if the strikes were nothing?

The planks did not pause. They fell in a relentless rhythm, each strike targeting the same swollen areas, building layer upon layer of agony. Xuanfa guided them with precise control, never straying, never allowing a moment of respite. The hall filled with the sharp crack of wood against flesh, punctuated by Bai Zhenshuang’s increasingly desperate screams.

By the two hundredth strike, her buttocks were a mass of deep red, the skin stretched taut over the muscles beneath. By the three hundredth, she had lost all pretense of composure, her tears streaming freely, her voice hoarse from screaming. The pain was no longer just physical; it was a torment that consumed her thoughts, her pride, her very identity as a sword immortal.

At the four hundredth strike, the planks vanished. Bai Zhenshuang collapsed, her body limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She lay on her side, her legs curled slightly, her hands clutching at the cold stone as if to anchor herself. The pain throbbed in waves, each pulse a reminder of what she had just endured.

Xuanfa stood over her, his expression unchanged. He looked at Shen Mengyue and asked, "Do you still remember how I punished you for the first time?"

Shen Mengyue’s voice was calm, devoid of any emotion. "I remember. A disciple of my Celestial Mist Sect offended our master. To save the disciple, Yue Nu took on all the spanking punishment. But the disciple tried to save Yue Nu by attacking our master. So our master punished me by spreading my legs and whipping my crotch slit fifty times, then inserting an anal hook into my anus and hanging me from the entrance of the Celestial Mist Sect’s main hall for an entire night."

Xuanfa nodded slowly. "Good. Then let’s give Bai Zhenshuang the same set of punishments."

Bai Zhenshuang’s eyes widened in horror. She tried to rise, but her body would not obey. The pain in her buttocks made even the slightest movement excruciating, and her muscles screamed in protest.

Xuanfa produced a small vial filled with a viscous, green liquid. He uncorked it, and the acrid smell of scorpion grass filled the air. Without preamble, he knelt beside Bai Zhenshuang and applied the juice to her crotch slit, spreading it across the sensitive folds with deliberate precision.

The effect was immediate.

An intense, maddening itch erupted from the area, spreading like wildfire. It was not a surface itch; it burrowed deep into her flesh, her nerves, her very core. Bai Zhenshuang gasped and writhed, her hands flying down to scratch, but Xuanfa caught her wrists and held them fast.

"Please," she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, let me scratch it. I can’t bear it."

Xuanfa released her wrists. "The only relief is the whip."

Bai Zhenshuang’s mind was a storm of agony and desperation. The itch was unbearable, driving her to the edge of insanity. She looked at Xuanfa, her eyes pleading. "Whip me," she cried. "Please, whip my crotch slit. Anything to stop this itch."

Xuanfa raised his hand, and a whip materialized in the air—a slender, flexible lash, its tip sharp and precise. It hovered before her, waiting.

"Spread your legs," Xuanfa commanded.

Bai Zhenshuang complied, her thighs trembling as she opened them wide, exposing her crotch slit to the air. The itch raged on, and she could barely think, her entire focus on the promise of the whip.

The whip struck.

The sharp lash cut across her crotch slit, slicing through the itch with a burst of pain that was almost sweet in contrast. Bai Zhenshuang screamed, but there was a note of relief in the cry. The whip struck again, and again, each stroke a brutal counterpoint to the maddening itch. The fifth stroke left her gasping, the tenth had her sobbing, and by the twentieth, her crotch slit was red and raw, the skin broken in places.

But the itch persisted, lessened but not gone. The whip continued its relentless assault, driven by Xuanfa’s will. At the fortieth stroke, Bai Zhenshuang’s legs gave out, and she collapsed onto her back, her hips still raised in a futile attempt to escape. At the fiftieth stroke, the whip vanished, and the itch finally subsided, replaced by a throbbing, burning pain.

Bai Zhenshuang lay there, her body trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The pain in her crotch slit was immense, but it was a familiar pain, one she could endure. She almost smiled in relief.

Then Xuanfa spoke. "Now for the anal hook."

He produced a metal hook, its curve polished to a cold gleam. The base was wide, designed to stretch the anus open, with a chain attached to the top for suspension. Bai Zhenshuang’s eyes widened in terror.

"No," she whispered. "Please, no more."

Xuanfa ignored her plea. He knelt between her legs and pressed the tip of the hook against her anus. The flesh was still tense from the spanking, but the pressure of the hook forced it open. Bai Zhenshuang screamed as the cold metal invaded her, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. The hook slid deeper, the curve settling inside her, the base pressing against her sphincter. Xuanfa twisted it slightly, ensuring it was secure, and then attached the chain.

He rose and gestured toward the ceiling. The chain lifted, pulling Bai Zhenshuang upward. She cried out as the hook bore her weight, the metal straining against her insides. Her body hung suspended, her arms and legs dangling helplessly, her anus stretched wide around the base of the hook. The position exposed every part of her, leaving her utterly vulnerable.

Xuanfa secured the chain to a crossbeam high above, then turned and walked back to the dais. "You will hang there for a day and a night," he said. "Contemplate your pride, and what it has cost you."

Shen Mengyue remained kneeling, her eyes fixed on the floor, her expression unreadable.

The hours passed slowly. Bai Zhenshuang’s body ached in ways she had never imagined. The hook inside her was a constant, invasive pressure, a reminder of her complete submission. The pain in her buttocks throbbed in rhythm with her heartbeat, and the raw skin of her crotch slit burned with every slight movement. She cried silently, her tears dripping onto the stone floor below.

Sometimes, she would glance at Shen Mengyue, who remained still and composed, and wonder how the former sect leader had endured this. Had she hung like this, exposed and humiliated, for an entire night? Had she felt the same despair, the same shattering of her dignity?

The night deepened, and the hall grew cold. Bai Zhenshuang’s muscles screamed with fatigue, but she could not rest. The hook held her in place, denying her even the comfort of collapse.

When dawn broke, Xuanfa returned. He stood beneath her, his eyes cold as he studied her form. The rope burn around her anus was visible, the skin red and swollen. The hook had stretched her open, leaving her vulnerable and exposed.

"Lower her," he commanded.

Shen Mengyue rose and released the chain, lowering Bai Zhenshuang gently to the floor. The moment the hook’s weight was no longer supported, Bai Zhenshuang collapsed, her legs giving way. The hook remained inside her, a grotesque appendage.

Xuanfa crouched

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The doors of the Zehuang Sect’s main hall swung open with a low groan, the sound echoing through the vast, stone-walled chamber. Li Que entered first, her fiery red hair tied in a high ponytail, her tall, athletic body naked save for the black slave collar around her neck. In her hand, she held the end of the Immortal Binding Chain, its cold metal links clinking softly as she tugged it forward. Behind her, Hua Qianyu crawled on all fours, the chain wrapped around her throat, her blue-green hair loose and disheveled, her soft, gentle face streaked with tears and dirt. Her plump, well-proportioned body trembled with every movement, her breasts swaying, her buttocks raised high as she moved forward on her knees and hands.

Xuanfa sat on the high throne at the far end of the hall, his black training clothes immaculate, his cold, handsome face expressionless. His fingers rested lightly on the armrest, and his eyes, sharp as blades, fixed on the two women. The hall was lit by flickering torchlight, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. Behind him, the other female slaves stood in a line: Shen Mengyue, her black hair flowing to her waist, her ethereal beauty calm; Lin Qiaoxin, with her twin low ponytails and playful grin; Li Yunling, calm and proud; Shen Xingmian, gentle and pure; Lin Yuxin, cute and mischievous; all naked, all with black slave collars. Bai Zhenshuang stood apart, her cold, proud face still bearing the faint blush of recent punishment, but her eyes now resigned.

Li Que reached the center of the hall, stopped, and dropped to her knees, her chain rattling. She bowed her head deeply. “Que Nu brings the criminal Hua Qianyu before our master.”

Hua Qianyu crawled to kneel beside Li Que, her head low, her body shaking. The Immortal Binding Chain tightened around her neck, forcing her to stay still.

Xuanfa did not move. His voice came out low and cold, like ice cracking on a frozen lake. “Back then, you refused to come with your disciples to receive punishment. How do you feel about your situation now?”

Hua Qianyu’s voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. “Yu Nu… it was my negligence in management. My disciples’ cultivation is too low to endure the punishment. I am willing to accept any punishment.”

Xuanfa’s lips curled slightly, a hint of disdain. He understood her weakness—her disciples. Just like Shen Mengyue in the past. He could threaten them, make her submit in an instant. But he despised threats. There had never been a female cultivator who would not submit; it was only that the spanking planks hadn’t struck hard enough. He always beat them until they knelt, begged for mercy, and swore to be a slave.

“Since you are an alchemy master, you must have Thunder Mark Pills. Hand them over,” Xuanfa said.

Hua Qianyu reached into a small pouch at her waist—the only thing she still wore—and produced a jade bottle. She held it out with trembling hands. “Here, our master.”

Li Que took the bottle and passed it to Xuanfa. He uncorked it, glanced inside, and nodded. The Thunder Mark Pill was a pill with overbearing lightning force, used for punishment in the most extreme cases.

Xuanfa stood, his robe falling around him. He raised his hand, and the spiritual power in the room surged. The Heavenly Dao planks—a set of long, black wooden planks engraved with runes—floated down from the wall behind the throne, hovering in the air. They were driven by his own power, not by any mechanism or subordinate. The planks shimmered with dark energy.

“Strip her,” Xuanfa ordered.

Li Que moved immediately, her hands reaching for Hua Qianyu’s waist. She untied the simple robe Hua Qianyu wore, pulling it away from her body. Hua Qianyu shivered, her full breasts, her round, plump buttocks now fully exposed. She did not resist; she knew resistance was futile.

“Kneel forward,” Xuanfa said.

Hua Qianyu lowered her upper body to the cold stone floor, her arms stretched out in front of her, her face pressed against the ground. Her buttocks rose high, spread slightly, the twin mounds pale and soft under the torchlight.

Xuanfa gestured, and the first plank swung forward.

The sound was like a thunderclap as the plank struck her right buttock. Hua Qianyu gasped, her body jerking. The pain was immediate and sharp, far beyond anything she had imagined. The plank was not just wood; it carried Xuanfa’s spiritual power, infused with the weight of the heavenly Dao. Each strike felt like a mountain falling on her flesh.

The second strike hit her left buttock. She cried out, a short, sharp yelp.

The third strike, the fourth, the fifth… Xuanfa did not pause. The planks moved in a rhythm, each strike landing precisely, delivering a burst of pain that radiated through her entire body. Her buttocks began to redden, the skin turning pink, then deep red. She clenched her fists, trying to endure.

But after twenty strikes, her composure broke. Tears streamed down her face, and she began to sob. The planks did not stop. Thirty, forty, fifty. Her buttocks were now a bright, angry red, and the pain was a constant fire that spread from her anus to her lower back.

By the sixtieth strike, she was screaming. Not words, just raw, animal sounds of agony. Her legs kicked weakly, but Li Que held her down, pressing her shoulders to the floor.

Eighty strikes. Her buttocks were swollen, the flesh quivering with each impact. The skin had split in a few places, thin lines of blood seeping out.

One hundred strikes. Xuanfa stopped. The planks hovered, still glowing with dark energy.

Hua Qianyu lay on the floor, her body heaving, sobbing uncontrollably. Her buttocks were a mess of red and purple, the flesh hot to the touch.

Li Que knelt beside her, a look of disdain on her face. “Can’t take this anymore? Que Nu’s buttocks are fed four hundred strikes every day, and I’m not this pathetic.”

Hua Qianyu only cried harder.

Xuanfa stepped forward, holding the jade bottle. He took out a Thunder Mark Pill, a small, crackling orb of blue-white lightning. “Li Que, spread her anus. Insert this pill.”

Li Que did not hesitate. She grabbed Hua Qianyu’s cheeks, pulling them apart, exposing her anus. For a moment, a flicker of cruelty crossed Li Que’s face. She pressed the Thunder Mark Pill against the tight opening.

Hua Qianyu screamed as the pill slid inside. The lightning force immediately activated, coursing through her rectum. It was not just heat; it was electricity, sharp and burning, spreading through her sensitive inner walls. Each nerve felt like it was struck by a bolt of lightning. Her body convulsed violently, her back arching, her legs thrashing. The pain tore through her soul, as if her very essence was being shredded.

“Please… please stop…” she sobbed, but Xuanfa did not respond.

He gestured, and the planks resumed. Strikes 101 to 200. Each blow landed on her already swollen, tortured buttocks, sending new waves of agony through her. The lightning in her rectum flared with every impact, making her whole body seize. She screamed and screamed until her voice was hoarse, until it was nothing but a rasping cry.

After the two hundredth strike, Xuanfa stopped again. “Li Que, pour ginger juice into her rectum.”

Li Que fetched a clay jar from a side table. She uncorked it, and the pungent smell of fresh ginger filled the air. It was thick, dark liquid, freshly squeezed. She knelt behind Hua Qianyu again, pulling her buttocks apart.

“No, no, no,” Hua Qianyu begged, her voice breaking. “I can’t… I can’t take more…”

Li Que pressed the spout of the jar against Hua Qianyu’s anus and tilted it. The ginger juice flowed in, hot and burning, like molten iron. Hua Qianyu screamed, a high-pitched, desperate wail. The ginger juice met the lightning force of the Thunder Mark Pill, and the two powers clashed inside her intestines. It was a maelstrom of fire and lightning, burning and shocking her from the inside. She felt as if her intestines were being ripped apart, as if her entire lower body was on fire.

She writhed on the ground, her hands clutching the stone floor, her nails scraping against the rock. Her buttocks were swollen, split, and now filled with burning liquid. Every muscle in her body tensed, then relaxed, then tensed again as the pain peaked and ebbed.

Even Li Que’s face changed slightly. She had been punished countless times by Xuanfa, had endured spankings, whippings, enemas—but the ginger juice plus the Thunder Mark Pill was something even she could not withstand. She imagined herself undergoing such punishment: the lightning searing her insides, the ginger juice burning her raw. It was frightening—and yet, a small, perverse part of her found it exciting. She pushed the thought away.

The planks resumed for strikes 201 to 300. Hua Qianyu was beyond coherent thought now. She screamed, she cried, she begged, but the words were unintelligible. Her body convulsed with every blow, the ginger juice sloshing inside her, the lightning flaring.

At the three hundredth strike, she shattered.

The ginger juice gushed out of her anus, a brownish, bloody liquid, staining the floor. She collapsed onto her side, her legs splayed, her body shivering. She raised her head, tears and snot mixing on her face. “I submit… I submit…” she choked out. “I am willing… to become our master’s slave… I admit my mistakes… I admit everything…”

Xuanfa looked down at her, his face still cold. He reached into his robe and pulled out a small black token, carved with intricate runes—the token of the Xuantian Realm. “Since you are willing to become a female slave, enter.”

Hua Qianyu’s eyes were glazed, but she understood. She crawled forward, her hands trembling, and placed them on the token. A flash of black light enveloped her, and she felt the world twist. When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a vast, dark space—the Xuantian Realm. Around her, she could feel the crushing weight of the realm’s laws, pressing down on her. A black slave collar materialized around her neck, cool and tight.

She was pulled back to the main hall, kneeling in front of Xuanfa once more.

Xuanfa spoke to Li Que. “Explain the rules of the Xuantian Realm to Hua Qianyu.”

Li Que nodded, then turned to Hua Qianyu. Her voice was cold, but not unkind. “In the Xuantian Realm, you will be called Yu Nu. You will obey our master’s every command without hesitation. You will kneel when addressed. You will speak only when permitted. You will present your buttocks for punishment at any time, without resistance. You will learn to crawl on hands and knees, to beg for your master’s mercy, and to thank him for every strike of discipline. You will serve the Zehuang Sect as Alchemy Elder. Failure to comply will result in increased punishment. Do you understand?”

Hua Qianyu’s voice was weak, but clear. “Yu Nu understands.”

She then turned to Xuanfa, her dignity completely shattered. She prostrated herself, her forehead touching the cold stone. “Yu Nu willingly becomes our master’s female slave and accepts all punishment.”

Xuanfa’s voice was cold. “From now on, you are my subordinate, Yu Nu, and will also serve as the Alchemy Elder of the Zehuang Sect.”

Hua Qianyu remained prostrate. “Thank you, our master.”

From behind, Li Que spoke, her tone carrying a hint of satisfaction. “First Bai Zhenshuang, then Hua Qianyu. Both of them are so stubborn. They only submit after being ravaged by our master.”

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, her twin ponytails bouncing. “I remember that Sister Que and Sister Yue were also quite stubborn back then, and it took a good thrashing from our master to make them submit. Sister Que didn’t want to crawl like a dog, so our master hung her up and whipped her. Unlike Xin Nu, after being spanked a few dozen times by our master and seeing the cultivation conditions in the Xuantian Realm, she obediently became our master’s slave.”

Li Que’s eyes flashed with anger. She reached out to pinch Lin Qiaoxin, but Lin Qiaoxin dodged, still giggling.

Shen Mengyue step

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