The Punishment of the Celestial Punisher Part 2

Xuanfa walked slowly through the main hall of the Zefeng Sect, three leather leashes held loosely in his right hand. Behind him, crawling on hands and knees, came Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue. Their naked bodies moved with practiced grace, black slave collars gleaming dully around their necks, each collar inscribed with the character for "slave" in ancient script. The smooth stone floor was cool against their palms and knees as they followed their master's pace precisely, never letting the leashes pull taut.

Disciples of the sect moved aside as the procession passed, bowing their heads. All were naked, their bare skin pale in the morning light filtering through the towering windows. Some carried jade slips, others held spiritual herbs they were taking to the alchemy hall. Not a single one wore so much as a scrap of cloth. That was the law of the Zefeng Sect. The law that Xuanfa had established three centuries ago when he founded this mountain stronghold.

Lin Qiaixin's twin tails swayed with each crawling step. Despite her position, her eyes sparkled with their usual mischief. She caught Li Que's gaze and winked. Li Que's red ponytail fell over her shoulder as she glanced back, her proud features bearing no resentment, only the calm submission of one who had long accepted her place. Shen Mengyue crawled with perfect posture, her waist-length black hair brushing the floor, her mature features serene.

At the edge of the training field, Xuanfa stopped. The three women halted immediately, remaining in their kneeling-crawling position, heads slightly bowed.

"You three have broken through to late Nascent Soul, correct?" Xuanfa's voice carried no particular inflection, but it cut through the morning air like a blade.

Lin Qiaoxin pressed her forehead to the ground. "Thanks to the master's spanking and the spiritual energy of the Xuantian Realm, this slave Xin Nuo was able to break through to late Nascent Soul in three hundred years."

Li Que followed, her voice steady but carrying that underlying edge of pride that had been tempered but never fully extinguished. "This slave Que Nuo also thanks the master for his discipline. The Xuantian Realm's cultivation environment is unmatched."

Shen Mengyue completed the chorus, her voice warm and sincere. "This slave Yue Nuo is eternally grateful. Without the master's punishment and the realm's blessing, I would still be trapped at mid Nascent Soul."

Xuanfa turned to face them. His black training clothes were immaculate, his features cold and handsome in the morning light. His cultivation at the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul made him a presence that commanded attention without effort.

"Now that you have reached late Nascent Soul, I have a task for you three." He paused, letting the words hang in the air. "The sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Bai Zhenshuang, has spoken disrespectfully of my Zefeng Sect. She called our ways barbaric and claimed that no true cultivator would submit to such humiliation."

Lin Qiaoxin's lips twitched. She had never met Bai Zhenshuang, but she had heard the rumors. The proud sword immortal of Heavenly Sword Sect, peerless in swordsmanship, untouchable in her ivory tower.

"The valley lord of the Hundred Flowers Valley, Hua Qianyu, had disciples who once occupied my Zefeng Sect's herb garden," Xuanfa continued. "They harvested three stalks of thousand-year soul-nourishing grass and claimed it was growing on unclaimed land."

Shen Mengyue's eyes narrowed slightly. That herb garden had been planted by her own hand, cultivated with techniques passed down from the Immortal Cloud Sect before she had been taken as a slave. She remembered each stalk of grass she had nurtured, how she had wept when she learned they had been stolen.

"And the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan, Su Qianyao, used enchantment techniques to confuse the minds of Zefeng Sect disciples." Xuanfa's voice hardened almost imperceptibly. "Five of my outer disciples were found wandering in the foothills, their minds clouded, barely able to recall their own names. One had to be spanked eight hundred times before she could remember basic cultivation techniques."

Li Que's jaw tightened. The demon clan had always been a nuisance, but to target Zefeng Sect disciples was an insult that demanded response.

"You three will go and inform Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao that they are to voluntarily strip off all their clothes, kneel at the mountain entrance of the Zefeng Sect, and present their buttocks for spanking." Xuanfa's words were flat, matter-of-fact. "One hundred spanks from a Heaven Path Wooden Board daily for ten years will be a light punishment. If they resist, defeat them and bring them back with the Immortal Binding Locks."

He reached into his robe and withdrew three golden chains. The Immortal Binding Locks gleamed in the morning light, their links inscribed with sealing runes that could suppress even a Nascent Soul cultivator's cultivation completely. He handed one to each of the three women.

"Xin Nuo will go to the Heavenly Sword Sect," Xuanfa said. "Que Nuo will go to the Demon Clan's territory. Yue Nuo will go to the Hundred Flowers Valley. You will deliver the message exactly as I have stated. You may use any means necessary to enforce compliance."

The three women took the chains with both hands, pressing their foreheads to the ground once more.

"This slave accepts the master's command," they said in unison.

But Lin Qiaoxin raised her head slightly. "Master, this Xin Nuo has a request, if you would permit."

Xuanfa raised an eyebrow.

"Since this Xin Nuo, Que Nuo, and Yue Nuo have already broken through to late Nascent Soul, we humbly request an increase in our daily spanking count to four hundred times," Lin Qiaoxin said, her cheeks flushing slightly. "The Xuantian Realm's discipline helps stabilize our cultivation base, and we find that the more punishment we receive, the more smoothly our spiritual power flows."

Li Que nodded. "This Que Nuo concurs. The spanking clears the meridians and prevents stagnation."

Shen Mengyue pressed her forehead to the ground again. "This Yue Nuo also requests this increase. We have grown accustomed to the daily discipline, and four hundred strikes would better suit our current cultivation level."

Xuanfa's lips curved into something that might have been a smile. "So now you've fallen in love with the feeling of being spanked, have you?"

The three women's faces reddened further, but none denied it.

"Your Xin Nuo cannot lie to the master," Lin Qiaoxin said, her voice soft. "The pain and the pleasure are intertwined now. Each spank reminds this Xin Nuo that she belongs to the master, and that thought brings more joy than any cultivation breakthrough."

Li Que's voice was gruff. "This Que Nuo never thought she would say such words, but yes. The spanking has become something she craves."

Shen Mengyue simply bowed her head. "This Yue Nuo admits it freely. Your slave loves being spanked by the master."

Xuanfa chuckled, a rare sound that sent a shiver through the three women. "Once this task is completed, I will increase your punishment. You may expect four hundred spanks daily after you return with Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao."

"We thank the master," they said in unison, their voices carrying genuine gratitude.

"But first," Xuanfa said, turning toward the main hall, "finish today's punishment."

He led them back inside, where three young women knelt in a row on the polished stone floor. They were naked like all disciples, black slave collars around their necks, but their faces bore the unmistakable resemblance to the three elder slaves kneeling behind Xuanfa.

Lin Yuxin had Lin Qiaoxin's mischievous eyes and her hair styled in the same twin tails, though her features were softer, still carrying the youth of early Core Formation. Li Yunling had Li Que's athletic build and proud bearing, her red hair cut shorter but still bound back from her face. Shen Xingmian was nearly a mirror of Shen Mengyue, with the same waist-length black hair, the same gentle features, the same serene expression.

"Greetings, master," the three young women said, pressing their foreheads to the ground.

Xuanfa gestured to the Heaven Path Wooden Boards that hung on the wall, their surfaces dark and polished from centuries of use. "Your mothers' buttocks are itchy. Take the boards and spank them two hundred times each. Then have them spread their legs and whip their perineal slits one hundred times each."

"Yes, master," the three young women said without hesitation.

They rose gracefully, walking to the wall to retrieve the boards. Each Heaven Path Wooden Board was three feet long, six inches wide, and two inches thick, made from ancient spiritual wood that had been blessed by heavenly tribulation lightning. The weight of it in one's hands was substantial, and a single strike could leave a grown cultivator breathless.

The three elder slaves had already positioned themselves. They knelt with their upper bodies pressed flat to the floor, their buttocks raised high in the classic presentation posture. Their cheeks were already flushed with anticipation, their vulvae beginning to moisten at the thought of what was to come.

"Yuxin," Lin Qiaoxin called out to her daughter, "spank my buttocks from the top down, starting just below the waist. Alternate left and right, and use the flat of the board. The pain will radiate through the entire buttock that way, and the pleasure follows the pain."

"Yes, mother," Lin Yuxin said, stepping behind Lin Qiaoxin and raising the Heaven Path Wooden Board.

The first strike landed with a sharp crack that echoed through the hall. Lin Qiaoxin gasped, her back arching slightly, her fingers curling against the stone floor. A red mark bloomed across the curve of her right buttock.

Lin Yuxin swung again, the board striking the left buttock with equal force. The sound was different, a deeper thud that spoke of perfect contact. Lin Qiaoxin's breath caught, and a low moan escaped her lips.

"Harder," Lin Qiaoxin said. "Your Xin Nuo mother has broken through to late Nascent Soul. I can take much more than that."

Lin Yuxin obeyed, putting more of her Core Formation strength into the next strike. The board descended with a whistling sound and connected with a crack that made the air shudder. Lin Qiaoxin's entire body trembled, but her moan was half pleasure.

Behind them, Li Yunling had taken position behind Li Que. "Mother, how should I spank you?"

Li Que's voice was steady, controlled. "Strike the lower curve, near the sit-spot. That's where the nerves are densest. Hard and fast. Give me all one hundred on that spot before moving up."

Li Yunling nodded and brought the board down. The strike landed precisely on the indicated spot, and Li Que's breath hissed out through her teeth. Her hands clenched against the floor, but she made no sound.

"Again," she commanded.

The second strike landed an inch to the left. The third to the right. Li Yunling found a rhythm, the board falling with mechanical precision, each strike overlapping the previous one until Li Que's entire lower right buttock was a dark, angry red.

Shen Xingmian had positioned herself behind Shen Mengyue, the Heaven Path Wooden Board held respectfully in both hands. "Mother, how should I strike you?"

Shen Mengyue's voice was gentle, the same warmth she used when teaching the sect's disciples. "Start at the fullest part of the curve, dear. Use the full length of the board, not just the end. Let the wood speak through your arm."

"Yes, mother."

The first strike was perfect. The board landed flat across the entire right buttock, the impact spreading evenly. The sound was a resonant slap that hung in the air. Shen Mengyue sighed, a sound of contentment rather than pain.

"Good," she said. "Now the left."

The three pairs continued, the rhythm of spanking filling the hall like a strange percussion. The

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The morning mist clung to the peaks of the Heavenly Sword Sect like a veil of white silk. Disciples moved through the training grounds, swords whistling through the air as they practiced their forms. The mountain gate stood tall and proud, carved from white jade and inlaid with azure runes that hummed with protective power.

The guards at the gate noticed her first.

A figure emerged from the fog, walking with unhurried grace along the mountain path. At first, they thought it was a trick of the light, a hallucination born from the interplay of sun and mist. But as she drew closer, the truth became unmistakable.

She was completely naked.

Her skin was like polished jade, flawless and luminous in the morning light. Black hair cascaded down her back, past her waist, swaying with each step. Her body was a study in contradictions—the innocent freshness of youth mingled with the ripe fullness of maturity. Full breasts swayed gently with her movement, their peaks a soft rose against her pale skin. Her waist curved inward before flaring into hips that carried the subtle swell of a woman who had borne a child. Between her thighs, the dark triangle of her womanhood was visible with each step, completely exposed to the world.

Around her neck, a black slave collar gleamed dully, an unmissable mark of ownership.

A violet sword hung at her hip, the only thing she carried.

The guards stared, mouths agape. One of them, a young man barely past twenty, felt his face burn crimson. He looked away, then forced himself to look back, unsure if he should challenge her or flee to raise the alarm.

"If you need to report my arrival, do so quickly," Shen Mengyue said, her voice calm and melodic. "I have business with your sect leader."

She showed no shame. No hint of embarrassment colored her cheeks, no attempt to cover herself with her hands. She stood before them as if wearing the finest robes, her nakedness as natural and unremarkable as the sky above.

The guard stammered, "You—you're—"

"I am Yue Nuo of the Zefeng Sect," she said. "Shen Mengyue, formerly of the Immortal Cloud Sect. I come bearing a message from the Celestial Punisher Xuanfa."

The name rippled through the disciples like a stone thrown into still water. Whispers spread. The Zefeng Sect. The Celestial Punisher. The legendary Yue Nuo who had once led the Immortal Cloud Sect, now reduced to a naked slave who walked through the world as if clothing were beneath her.

And in a way, it was. A female slave did not wear clothes. A female slave displayed her master's ownership openly. To cover herself would be an insult to the one who owned her.

Shen Mengyue walked through the gate without waiting for permission. The guards parted before her, too stunned to stop her. She moved through the outer courtyards, past training disciples who stopped mid-swing to stare at her naked form. Some gasped. Some turned away, unable to process what they were seeing. A few—the more worldly among them—recognized the sword at her hip.

Zixia. The legendary violet sword of the Immortal Cloud Sect's former leader.

However she came to be here, naked and collared, this woman was no ordinary messenger.

Shen Mengyue stopped at the center of the main courtyard, her bare feet planted on the cold stone. She raised her voice, sending it out with spiritual power that echoed through every hall and chamber of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Bai Zhenshuang, leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Come out and face me."

The words hung in the air, carrying the weight of a summons rather than a request.

Disciples gathered, forming a loose circle around her. Their expressions ranged from shock to anger to confusion. Some of the younger male disciples could not keep their eyes from her body, no matter how they tried. She paid them no mind. Their stares meant nothing. Only her master's gaze mattered.

A presence stirred from within the main hall.

The disciples parted, bowing their heads as Bai Zhenshuang emerged.

She was tall for a woman, with a figure that spoke of cultivation and discipline. Her face was delicate and cold, with features that seemed carved from ice—high cheekbones, a straight nose, lips that rarely curved into anything but a thin line. Her brow carried an innate nobility, an aloofness that set her apart from those around her. Her hair was long and black, falling past her shoulders in a straight, silken curtain.

She wore white and blue robes, the colors of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and at her hip hung a sword in a sheath of pale blue—Ningshuang, the Frost That Freezes All.

Her eyes met Shen Mengyue's, and for just a moment, a flicker of surprise passed through them. She had heard rumors, of course. Everyone in the cultivation world had heard rumors about what happened to the women who fell under Xuanfa's dominion. But to see it in person was something else entirely.

The former leader of the Immortal Cloud Sect, standing naked before her, unashamed and unafraid.

"Yue Nuo," Bai Zhenshuang said, her voice cool as winter wind. "You come to my sect without clothing, without warning, and demand my presence. Explain yourself."

Shen Mengyue's expression remained serene. She raised her hand, and a scroll of jade appeared in her palm. She unrolled it, reading the words inscribed there with the clear, steady voice of one who recited a familiar decree.

"By the order of Xuanfa, Celestial Punisher and founder of the Zefeng Sect. Bai Zhenshuang, leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, has been found guilty of speaking disrespectfully of the Zefeng Sect. For this offense, she is ordered to strip off all her clothes, kneel at the mountain entrance of the Zefeng Sect, and present her buttocks for spanking. She will receive one hundred spanks from a Heaven Path Wooden Board daily for ten years. This shall be a light punishment for her transgressions."

Silence.

Then, chaos.

"How dare you!"

"Insulting the Sect Leader!"

"Kill this naked wench!"

Disciples surged forward, hands reaching for their swords. Qi flared as killing intent filled the courtyard. A dozen blades cleared their sheaths, gleaming with deadly light.

Bai Zhenshuang raised one hand.

The disciples froze, held in place by their leader's will. The killing intent did not dissipate, but it was contained, leashed like a hound awaiting its master's command.

"A light punishment," Bai Zhenshuang repeated, her tone unreadable. "You say this as if it were a reasonable request."

"It is," Shen Mengyue said calmly. "The master is merciful. If you accept this punishment and complete it with humility, your debt will be paid."

"I have spoken no disrespect of the Zefeng Sect," Bai Zhenshuang said.

"Whether you have or have not is not for you to decide," Shen Mengyue replied. "The master has spoken. That is enough."

Bai Zhenshuang's eyes narrowed. She did not shout or rage. Her anger was cold, contained, like frost forming on a window pane.

"I respect those who earn my respect," she said. "The Zefeng Sect has done nothing to earn it. If your master wishes to discipline me, he can do so himself."

"You refuse, then."

"I refuse to kneel without cause."

Shen Mengyue sighed softly. "You should know that the master anticipated this. He said that if you resisted, your punishment would be increased. The Celestial Punisher's mercy is not without limits."

"Then let him come and enforce his will."

"The master does not need to come," Shen Mengyue said. She drew Zixia, and the violet light of the blade illuminated her face. "I am sufficient."

Bai Zhenshuang's hand went to Ningshuang's hilt. "You challenge me, then."

"I am delivering the master's judgment. If you wish to understand your place, I will show you."

The courtyard cleared. Disciples scrambled back, forming a wide circle around the two women. This was no longer a diplomatic mission. It was a duel between sword cultivators.

Bai Zhenshuang drew Ningshuang.

The blade gleamed white, cold mist curling from its edge. The temperature in the courtyard dropped noticeably, frost spreading across the stones at her feet.

Shen Mengyue raised Zixia. Violet light pulsed along the blade, warm and vibrant against the encroaching cold.

They moved at the same instant.

The clash of their swords sent shockwaves across the courtyard. Stone cracked. Disciples stumbled back, shielding their eyes from the burst of light and sound. Bai Zhenshuang's frost Qi clashed against Shen Mengyue's violet sword energy, neither giving ground.

They separated, circled, struck again.

Bai Zhenshuang's style was precise, economical. Every movement was calculated, every strike aimed at a vital point. She had spent decades honing her technique, perfecting the art of the sword until it became an extension of her will.

Shen Mengyue matched her blow for blow.

No—more than matched her.

There was a fluidity to Shen Mengyue's swordplay that Bai Zhenshuang had never encountered before. It was as if her blade moved without conscious thought, responding to her enemy's attacks before they were even fully formed. Each parry flowed into a counter. Each dodge set up a new angle of attack.

They exchanged a hundred strikes in the span of a few breaths.

Bai Zhenshuang pressed harder, unleashing a flurry of attacks that would have overwhelmed any ordinary opponent. Her sword became a blur of white light, frost spreading across the ground with every step she took.

Shen Mengyue's violet sword energy flared.

She moved through the frost as if it did not exist, her naked body glistening with the cold mist that clung to her skin. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her hair flying behind her like a dark banner. She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable—and completely untouchable.

A hundred rounds passed.

The disciples watched in growing horror as their sect leader began to slow. Her attacks, once relentless, became more measured, more careful. The cold confidence in her eyes flickered with something new.

Doubt.

Shen Mengyue's violet blade found an opening.

She struck Bai Zhenshuang's wrist with the flat of her blade, sending Ningshuang spinning from her grip. Before Bai Zhenshuang could recover, Zixia's point was at her throat.

The courtyard fell silent.

"I have trained for decades under the master," Shen Mengyue said softly. "Through tens of thousands of spanking punishments, my strength has increased beyond what you can imagine. Your skills are considerable, Bai Zhenshuang. But they are not enough."

Bai Zhenshuang stood frozen, her sword lying on the ground between them. Her face was pale, but not with fear. It was the pallor of a truth she had never imagined confronting.

There was a sword cultivator stronger than her in this world.

And she was naked, collared, and kneeling before no one.

"I have already notified the master via transmission talisman," Shen Mengyue continued, lowering Zixia but not sheathing it. "He says that your stubborn resistance adds to your crime. You are to be taken back to the Zefeng Sect for severe punishment."

She paused, letting the words sink in.

"So I ask you now, Bai Zhenshuang. Will you continue to resist and implicate the Heavenly Sword Sect in your defiance? Or will you kneel and accept punishment as you have been ordered?"

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect held their breath. Many of them had their hands on their swords, ready to die for their leader if she gave the word.

Bai Zhenshuang looked at them. She saw the fear in their eyes, the anger, the desperate loyalty. She saw the mountain she had built, the sect she had raised from nothing. She saw everything she had dedicated her life to, hanging in the balance.

She closed her eyes.

"Since I have been defeated by Shen Mengyue due to inferior skill, I willingly accept all punishment."

The words fell like stones into still water.

"Sect Leader, no!"

"We'll fight for you!"

"Let us die with honor!"

Bai Zhenshuang raised her hand, silencing them. Her voice was cold and calm, carrying the weight of

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The sun hung low over the Hundred Flowers Valley, casting golden light across the sprawling fields of medicinal herbs and blooming spiritual plants. The air was thick with the scent of a hundred flowers, a fragrance that had always brought peace to those who called this valley home. But today, that peace was shattered.

Li Que walked through the entrance of the valley, her bare feet pressing into the soft earth. She was completely naked, her tall, athletic form on full display. Her fiery red hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, and her skin glowed with the warmth of her cultivation. Flames seemed to dance in her eyes as she surveyed the disciples who had stopped in their tracks, their mouths hanging open in shock.

She paid them no mind. Their stares were nothing to her. She had been paraded through the streets of cities, forced to crawl on her hands and knees before the gates of sects, her bare buttocks raised high for all to see. She had endured the sharp sting of Heaven Path Wooden Boards in front of thousands, her cries of pain echoing through crowded plazas. The humiliation had long since been seared away, replaced by a fierce pride. She was Que Nuo, the slave of Xuanfa, and she wore her nudity as a badge of honor.

The disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley whispered among themselves, their faces flushed with embarrassment and confusion. Some of the younger ones covered their eyes, while others stared in disbelief. How could she stand there so casually, without a shred of shame? But Li Que’s expression remained cold and unyielding. She raised her hand, and a pulse of spiritual energy shot through the air, forming a voice transmission that echoed through the valley.

“Hua Qianyu, come out. I bear the master’s orders.”

Moments later, a figure emerged from the main hall, surrounded by a group of disciples. Hua Qianyu walked with a gentle grace, her long cyan hair loosely tied back, with a few strands hanging softly by her ears. Her face was gentle as water, with soft, delicate features and a natural affinity in her eyes that made her seem approachable and kind. She wore a flowing robe of pale green, and her plump, well-proportioned figure moved with the ease of a woman who had spent her life cultivating peace.

But when she saw Li Que standing naked before her, her eyes widened in shock. “Li Que… what is the meaning of this?”

Li Que’s voice was flat, devoid of emotion. “The master has issued a punishment. Your disciples once occupied the Zefeng Sect’s herb garden. For this transgression, they must strip off all their clothes, kneel at the mountain entrance of the Zefeng Sect, and present their buttocks for spanking. One hundred spanks from a Heaven Path Wooden Board daily for ten years will be a light punishment. And you, Hua Qianyu, due to your dereliction of duty in managing your disciples, will also be punished.”

Hua Qianyu’s face went pale. She looked back at her disciples, many of whom were trembling with fear. They were gentle souls, healers and alchemists, not warriors. The thought of them being subjected to such brutal punishment was unbearable.

“No,” Hua Qianyu said, her voice firm. “I cannot allow that. If there is to be punishment, let it fall on me alone.”

Li Que’s eyes narrowed. “The master’s orders are clear. Do not resist.”

But Hua Qianyu shook her head. She stepped forward, her hand reaching for the sword at her side. “I will not let my disciples suffer. If you must fight, then fight me.”

Li Que’s lips curled into a cold smile. “So be it.”

The battle was fierce. Hua Qianyu was skilled in healing and alchemy, but her combat abilities were not to be underestimated. She wielded a staff made of ancient wood, channeling the power of the valley’s spiritual herbs into her attacks. Vines and thorns shot from the ground, attempting to bind Li Que’s limbs. But Li Que was a master of flames. With a wave of her hand, fire erupted around her, burning the vines to ash. She lunged forward, her fist wreathed in flame, and struck Hua Qianyu’s staff, shattering it.

Hua Qianyu stumbled back, her face etched with pain. She had not expected such raw power. Li Que pressed her advantage, her flames roaring as she unleashed a torrent of fire that sent Hua Qianyu crashing into the main hall’s pillars. Before she could recover, Li Que was upon her, her hand gripping the leader’s throat.

“You have resisted,” Li Que said coldly. She released Hua Qianyu and pulled out a transmission talisman. A pulse of spiritual energy, and Xuanfa’s cold voice echoed through the air.

“Hua Qianyu and the Hundred Flowers Valley have stubbornly resisted punishment, adding to their crimes. Hua Qianyu is to be taken back to the Zefeng Sect for severe punishment. All her disciples will also receive heavy spanking.”

The disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley burst into tears. Some knelt, begging for mercy, while others looked at their leader with despair. Hua Qianyu’s heart ached at the sight. She could not bear to see her disciples suffer.

She fell to her knees, her head bowed. “Please, Lord Xuanfa, punish only me. I take full blame. Double the punishment, triple it, anything. But spare my disciples.”

There was a long silence. Then Xuanfa’s voice came again, cold and unyielding. “The punishment must be severe.”

Hua Qianyu nodded, tears streaming down her face. She reached up and removed her robe, letting it fall to the ground. Underneath, she was naked, her plump form exposed to the eyes of her disciples. She knelt there, her head low, her hands clasped in supplication. “Please, punish only me.”

Li Que stepped forward, holding an Immortal Binding Lock. She snapped it around Hua Qianyu’s neck, and the leader of Hundred Flowers Valley gasped as the cold metal constricted against her skin. Then Li Que turned and began to walk, the chain in her hand pulling Hua Qianyu forward.

The disciples watched in horror as their leader, completely naked, crawled on her hands and knees behind Li Que. Her movements were slow and humiliating, each step a degradation. But she did not resist. She would endure anything for her disciples.

They crawled to the main hall of the Hundred Flowers Valley. The hall was grand, filled with the scent of dried herbs and flowers, but now it felt like a prison. Li Que stopped at the center, turning to face the gathered disciples.

“Hua Qianyu has been found guilty of two crimes: dereliction of duty in managing her disciples, and violently resisting the law. In this very hall, she will receive four hundred spanks in public, after which she will be taken to the Zefeng Sect for severe punishment.”

Hua Qianyu’s heart pounded, but she did not speak. She positioned herself, bending over and raising her buttocks high. Her plump cheeks were exposed, pale and soft in the dim light.

Li Que raised her hand, and a stream of spiritual energy shot out, gathering herbs from the valley’s garden. They were dark green, covered in fine hairs that glistened with a milky sap. Hua Qianyu recognized them immediately. Stinging nettles. Her eyes widened in dread.

Li Que crushed the nettles with her spiritual power, squeezing out a thick, green juice. She then spread the juice evenly over Hua Qianyu’s buttocks. The effect was immediate. An intense itching spread across the skin, a crawling, maddening sensation that made Hua Qianyu gasp. She tried to remain still, but the itch was unbearable. She began to squirm, her hands clenching into fists.

“Please…” she whispered, but Li Que only watched coldly.

The itching grew worse, spreading from her buttocks to her thighs and lower back. Hua Qianyu writhed, her body twisting as she tried to find relief. She began to scratch, her nails digging into her own flesh. The disciples looked away, unable to bear the sight of their leader’s humiliation.

“Please,” Hua Qianyu begged, tears streaming down her face. “Spank me. Please, spank my buttocks. It will relieve the itching.”

Li Que watched with interest as Hua Qianyu struggled for a quarter of an hour. The leader of Hundred Flowers Valley was reduced to a trembling, weeping mess, her dignity shattered. Finally, Li Que raised her hand. Two Heaven Path Wooden Boards appeared, floating in the air, one on each side of Hua Qianyu’s exposed buttocks.

“Do you beg for the spanking?” Li Que asked.

“Yes,” Hua Qianyu sobbed. “Yes, I beg for it. Please, spank me harder.”

The boards descended, striking her buttocks simultaneously from the left and right. A loud crack echoed through the hall, and Hua Qianyu cried out. But alongside the pain came a wave of relief. The itching subsided, replaced by a sharp sting that was almost pleasurable.

“More,” she begged. “Harder.”

The boards struck again, and again. Each blow brought a mix of pain and relief. Hua Qianyu’s body rocked with each impact, her buttocks turning red and swollen. The disciples watched in silence, some weeping, others covering their ears to block out the sound of the spanking.

“Harder,” Hua Qianyu cried, her voice hoarse. The boards obeyed, striking with greater force. Her buttocks became a mass of red welts, the skin splitting in places. The pain was exquisite, and it drove away the maddening itch.

Li Que watched impassively as the punishment continued. One hundred. Two hundred. Three hundred. Hua Qianyu’s body was a wreck, her spirit crushed. But still, she begged for more.

“Harder. Please, harder.”

The boards struck four hundred times. By the end, Hua Qianyu could barely speak, her voice reduced to a whisper. Her buttocks were raw and bleeding, the nettle juice long since washed away by tears and sweat. She hung limp over the floor, her body trembling.

Li Que stepped forward and grabbed the chain of the Immortal Binding Lock. “It is time to go.”

Hua Qianyu crawled, her body screaming in agony with every movement. She followed Li Que out of the hall, past her weeping disciples, and into the night. The journey back to the Zefeng Sect would be long, and she knew that the worst was yet to come. But she had taken the punishment for her disciples, and that was all that mattered.

The secret realm shimmered with an ethereal glow, ancient trees twisted into grotesque shapes casting long shadows across the moss-covered ground. Su Qianyao stood amidst the chaos of battle remnants, her silver hair cascading down her back like liquid moonlight, those bright red pupils scanning the area with predatory grace. Her curvaceous figure, wrapped in revealing dark silk, moved with a serpentine fluidity that betrayed her demon heritage. When she spotted a familiar figure approaching through the mist, her full lips curved into a seductive smile.

"How rare," Su Qianyao purred, her voice dripping with honeyed mockery, "to see a bare-bottomed little sister wandering about."

The woman who emerged from the fog was indeed naked, her black lower twin tails bouncing with each step. Lin Qiaoxin's youthful face beamed with playful mischief, her slim yet well-proportioned body completely exposed for all to see. The black slave collar around her neck glinted in the dim light, a stark contrast to her fair skin. Around her, disciples from various sects who had been exploring the secret realm turned away in embarrassment, their faces flushed. Some cultivators who had dared to look were rewarded with a cheeky wink from Lin Qiaoxin, causing them to quickly avert their gaze.

Lin Qiaoxin grinned widely and wiggled her buttocks, the gesture so shameless it made even the veteran cultivators sputter. "So, how do you like Xin Nuo's buttocks?" she asked without an ounce of shame. "When Xin Nuo became the master's female slave, she was only twenty. Now I'm over four hundred years old. I've spent more time naked than clothed."

She strode forward unabashedly, her bare feet pressing into the damp earth as she approached Su Qianyao. The demon holy maiden's crimson eyes traveled appreciatively over Lin Qiaoxin's form, taking in the subtle marks that decorated her buttocks—faint reddish stripes that spoke of regular discipline.

"Sister Yao," Lin Qiaoxin continued, her tone still light but with an edge creeping in, "using your enchantment techniques to bully the disciples of our Zefeng Sect isn't good behavior." She tilted her head, her twin tails swaying. "The master orders me to take you back for a spanking. Just ten years. Sister Yao, obediently come back with me, save us a fight."

Su Qianyao laughed, a sound like wind chimes in a storm. "How can you call it bullying? I was just playing with the little ones." She stepped closer, her silver hair floating as if moved by an unseen breeze. "But if you want to spank my bottom, you'll need some skill." She spread her arms wide, her red eyes gleaming with challenge. "Come on, little sister Xin, let's have a match."

Lin Qiaoxin sighed dramatically, shaking her head. "Sister Yao, this is resisting punishment. The master punishes resisters the hardest. He might even spank your buttocks until they're broken." A dreamy look crossed her face as she patted her own buttocks. "Though I think that would be quite nice."

Su Qianyao licked her lips slowly, her tongue tracing the curve of her upper lip. 'Bruised buttocks? How exciting.' In the Demon Clan, she was unmatched in cultivation and held a status that made even elders bow their heads. The men all feared Su Qianyao—none would dare to raise a hand against her, let alone spank her. But Su Qianyao had a greedy buttocks that longed to be spanked continuously, a secret desire she had harbored for centuries. Now she wanted to see the legendary Celestial Punisher Xuanfa and his female slaves' true capabilities.

Without further warning, Su Qianyao lunged forward, her fingers crackling with crimson energy. Lin Qiaoxin leaped backward, her hands already weaving through the air. Golden threads of light erupted around her, forming intricate patterns that pulsed with power.

"So eager for your spanking, Sister Yao?" Lin Qiaoxin laughed as she completed her array. A massive circle of glowing symbols materialized beneath Su Qianyao's feet.

Su Qianyao twisted mid-air, launching waves of seductive energy at Lin Qiaoxin. The air filled with phantom images of beautiful women, their whispers threatening to ensnare the mind. But Lin Qiaoxin's array flared brighter, the golden light burning away the illusions like morning mist.

"Your enchantment techniques are powerful," Lin Qiaoxin admitted, her fingers dancing through more hand seals, "but my master taught me well. Your mind tricks won't work on someone who has been disciplined by the Celestial Punisher himself."

Su Qianyao's eyes widened as the array beneath her suddenly contracted, golden chains shooting up to wrap around her wrists and ankles. She struggled against them, her Nascent Soul cultivation surging, but Lin Qiaoxin's array was too intricate, too refined. The chains dragged her into the air, spreading her limbs into a large X shape.

"Got you," Lin Qiaoxin said cheerfully, though a thin sheen of sweat covered her brow. Maintaining such a complex array while fighting a late Nascent Soul cultivator was taxing even for her.

Su Qianyao hung suspended, her dark silk dress clinging to her curves. She smiled seductively despite her predicament. "Impressive arrays, little sister. But what now?"

Lin Qiaoxin's grin turned wicked. "Now? Now we start your punishment."

She raised her hand, and the array shifted. Sharp tendrils of golden light lanced out, catching the fabric of Su Qianyao's dress. With a sound like tearing silk, the dark material shredded, falling away in ribbons. Su Qianyao's body was revealed inch by inch—her full, round breasts with nipples like dark pearls, her slender waist that flared into generous hips, and her buttocks, plump and firm, the skin pale and unmarked. A thatch of silver hair covered her mound, matching the cascading locks on her head.

"Mmm, you have a nice body for your age, Sister Yao," Lin Qiaoxin commented appreciatively. "But it's missing something." She snapped her fingers, and the array transformed the golden tendrils into countless steel whips and wooden boards.

Su Qianyao's breath caught as the first whip cracked against her buttocks. The sting was electric, shooting through her body and settling in her core. She let out a cry, but it was not one of pain—it was pure, unfiltered pleasure.

The whips fell in a rhythm, each strike painting red lines across the pale canvas of her buttocks. Lin Qiaoxin controlled the array with precision, alternating between the biting sting of whips and the deep thud of wooden boards. Su Qianyao's body arched into each blow, her cries growing more wanton.

"Harder," Su Qianyao moaned, her head thrown back. "Please, harder."

Lin Qiaoxin blinked in surprise. She had been spanked countless times by her master, had seen the most perverted desires manifest in the punishment chamber, but Su Qianyao's reaction was something else entirely. After only a dozen spanks, she saw fluid dripping from between Su Qianyao's thighs, clear and glistening in the dim light.

"Sister Yao," Lin Qiaoxin said, genuinely impressed, "I thought I was the biggest pervert who loved being spanked. But you're even more perverted. Your pussy is already soaked."

Su Qianyao laughed breathlessly, her body trembling with each impact. "I've waited centuries for this," she gasped. "The men in the demon clan are all cowards. None would dare touch me. But this—" another whip cracked across her reddened buttocks, "this is what I've craved."

The whips fell faster, the boards struck harder. Su Qianyao's buttocks turned from pink to red to a deep, angry crimson. The skin swelled slightly, each mark overlapping the last until her entire rear was a tapestry of discipline. But instead of weakening, Su Qianyao seemed to grow stronger, more aroused. Her hips bucked against her restraints, trying to push her buttocks back into the punishing implements.

"Please," Su Qianyao begged, her voice husky with desire, "spank my buttocks harder. Break them if you must. I want to feel the master's discipline."

Lin Qiaoxin shook her head in amazement. "The master will have his hands full with you, Sister Yao." She increased the intensity of the array, the whips and boards striking in a frenzy.

Four hundred strikes later, Su Qianyao hung limply in her restraints, her body slick with sweat and arousal. Her buttocks were a swollen, fiery red, the skin hot to the touch. Small welts crisscrossed the surface, and the flesh had taken on a bruised purple hue in some spots. Yet her breathing was ragged with pleasure, her eyes half-lidded in satisfaction.

Lin Qiaoxin approached, withdrawing a peeled ginger stick from her storage ring. The root was thick, almost as long as her forearm, and tapered to a blunt point. Its pungent smell filled the air.

"Sister Yao," Lin Qiaoxin said, her voice carrying a hint of sadistic glee, "let me show you something good."

She positioned the ginger stick at Su Qianyao's entrance. The demon holy maiden's eyes widened, not with fear, but with anticipation. The ginger pushed forward, sliding into her anus inch by agonizing inch. The fibrous surface scraped against her sensitive inner walls, and then the heat began.

At first, it was a warm tingle. Then it grew, spreading through her insides like liquid fire. Su Qianyao screamed, her body convulsing against the restraints. The ginger's burning essence penetrated deep into her bowels, the fiery sensation overwhelming every nerve ending. It was torture, pure and excruciating torture.

But beneath the pain, something else stirred. Her body, so starved for punishment, welcomed the suffering. Su Qianyao's mind split in two—one half screaming for mercy, the other half crying out for more. Her pussy dripped fluid endlessly, the contrast between the burning in her anus and the pleasure in her core driving her into a frenzy.

"More," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "I need more. Spank me harder while the ginger burns me."

Lin Qiaoxin's eyes widened. "You really are something else, Sister Yao." But she obeyed, reactivating the array for another round of spanking.

The whips fell on Su Qianyao's already abused buttocks, each strike making the ginger shift inside her, intensifying the fiery torment. Su Qianyao screamed and moaned in equal measure, her body wracked with contradictory sensations. The pain was unbearable, yet her orgasm built steadily, climbing higher with each passing moment.

"Please," she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks, "don't stop. Spank me until I can't think. Burn me until I forget my own name."

Lin Qiaoxin worked with cold precision, the whips leaving no inch of Su Qianyao's buttocks untouched. The ginger continued its chemical assault, the heat spreading through Su Qianyao's entire lower body. Her intestines felt like they were on fire, yet her pussy was a fountain of pure pleasure.

When Su Qianyao finally came, her orgasm was shattering. Her vision went white, her body arching so violently against the chains that the whole array trembled. Her screams echoed through the secret realm, a sound of pure ecstasy mixed with agony. The orgasm seemed to last forever, wave after wave crashing through her body fluid from her pussy soaked her thighs.

She was still trembling when Lin Qiaoxin finally removed the ginger stick an hour later. The withdrawal was almost as torturous as the insertion, the fibrous root scraping against her sensitive inner walls one last time before sliding free. Su Qianyao whimpered at the sudden emptiness, the phantom burning sensation lingering even as the physical source was removed.

Lin Qiaoxin inspected the ginger stick dispassionately. "I think this has served its purpose."

Su Qianyao hung in her restraints, chest heaving, silver hair plastered to her face with sweat. Her buttocks were a ruined mess of red, purple, and black bruises, the skin glossy with fluid. Yet when she looked up at Lin Qiaoxin, her red eyes burned with a new kind of fire.

"Little sister Xin," she asked, her voice husky, "how is the Celestial Punisher Xuanf

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The square of the Zefeng Sect stretched wide and silent under the pale morning sky. At its center, three thick stone pillars stood like ancient sentinels, their surfaces carved with intricate runes that pulsed faintly with a golden light—arrays designed to suppress spiritual power completely. In front of these pillars, three naked figures knelt on the cold stone ground. Golden Immortal Binding Lock chains coiled around their wrists, tying their hands behind their backs, the other ends of the chains wrapping around the pillars and securing them firmly in place. The bound ones were Bai Zhenshuang, sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect; Hua Qianyu, valley lord of the Hundred Flowers Valley; and Su Qianyao, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan. All three were at the Late Nascent Soul stage, and all three were receiving the harshest punishments Xuanfa could devise for their resistance.

Bai Zhenshuang knelt with her back straight, her long black hair falling over her shoulders, her delicate and cold face betraying no emotion. Her sword, Ningshuang, lay on the ground before her, but it was not idle. At a command from Xuanfa, the scabbard of Ningshuang rose into the air, hovering behind her. It swung back, then struck her bare buttocks with a sharp crack. Bai Zhenshuang's body jerked forward, but she did not cry out. The scabbard struck again, and again, each blow landing with precision on the same spot, building a rhythm of relentless punishment. Four hundred times daily—that was the decree. The scabbard seemed to move with a will of its own, driven by the runes Xuanfa had inscribed upon it. Bai Zhenshuang's buttocks reddened, then darkened, bruises forming under the skin. She bit her lower lip, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I am inferior in skill," she said through clenched teeth, "the victor is king, the loser is bandit." Her voice was calm, accepting, but the pain was undeniable. The scabbard continued its work, each stroke a humiliation for a sword cultivator—to be punished by her own weapon, the symbol of her pride and identity. When the four hundred spanks were done, her buttocks were a mess of purple and black, swollen and tender. But the punishment was not over. The scabbard dropped, and a whip materialized in the air—a thin, flexible leather thong. Bai Zhenshuang's legs were forced apart by an invisible force, exposing her most private perineal slit. The whip lashed down, once, twice, each stroke precise and cruel. She gasped, tears finally spilling from her eyes as the whip struck her delicate flesh a hundred times, leaving her shuddering and raw.

Beside her, Hua Qianyu knelt with her head bowed, her gentle face streaked with tears before the punishment even began. Her long cyan hair hung loosely, some strands clinging to her damp cheeks. She had been coated with stinging nettle juice—a thick, green paste that now covered her entire buttocks. The effect was immediate and devastating. The skin burned, itched, stung all at once, an unbearable sensation that drove her mad. She squirmed, trying to relieve the torment, but movement only spread the juice further. "Offending Xuanfa was all my fault," she sobbed, her voice breaking. "I will bear all the punishment, don't involve the Hundred Flowers Valley." As if in answer to her plea, two Heaven Path Wooden Boards descended from the air, their surfaces carved with ancient runes that glowed with a soft light. They positioned themselves on either side of her buttocks, then began to spank in perfect alternation. Left, right, left, right—each blow was hard, solid oak connecting with her nettle-covered skin. The impact spread the juice deeper into the welts, intensifying the itch and pain until Hua Qianyu was crying openly, tears and snot mixing on her face. "Please, please, spank me harder," she begged, her voice desperate. The boards did not relent. They struck four hundred times, each one a symphony of agony and relief—the pain of the spank momentarily overriding the maddening itch, only for it to return twice as strong when the board lifted. By the end, her buttocks were covered in a thick layer of nettle juice and bruises, the runes on the boards dimming as they finished their task.

Su Qianyao knelt with a sensual smile on her lips, her silver hair cascading down her back, her red eyes gleaming with a hidden excitement. She had been awaiting this moment. Two Heaven Path Wooden Boards appeared before her as well, and she arched her back, presenting her buttocks eagerly. The boards began to spank, and she let out a loud, melodious cry—not of pain, but of pleasure. "Harder, spank me harder," she called out, her voice dripping with seduction. Each blow made her shudder, but her vulva was already soaking wet, moisture glistening on her thighs. The boards spanked four hundred times, and with every stroke she moaned, criticized the rhythm, demanded more. "Is that all the strength Heaven Path has? I thought the Celestial Punisher's tools were mightier," she taunted, even as her body quivered with each impact. Her buttocks turned red, then purple, the pain and pleasure mixing into a drug she craved. When the boards finished, she slumped forward, panting, a satisfied smile on her face. But the punishment continued. A ginger stick, thick and freshly cut, was inserted into her anus. She gasped, her eyes widening as the sharp burn spread through her insides. She would have to endure this for one hour, the ginger's heat a constant reminder of her submission. She accepted it, even welcomed it, her body trembling with a strange ecstasy.

Xuanfa stood on a raised platform at the edge of the square, his cold handsome face unreadable as he watched the three sinners writhe under their punishments. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue stood behind him, their eyes fixed on the spectacle below. They had seen spankings countless times, but this was different—the public humiliation, the resilience of the three women, the sheer severity of the decreed punishment. After the spanking and the perineal whipping were complete, a soft glow emanated from the Xuantian Realm—a healing array that activated automatically, emanating a warm, soothing light. The array bathed Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao, mending their torn skin, reducing the swelling, easing the burn of the nettle and the ginger. Within moments, the visible injuries faded, though the memory of the pain remained seared into their minds. They would kneel here for fifty years, presenting their buttocks for spanking every day, before being allowed into the Xuantian Realm as female slaves.

Inside the Xuantian Realm, the air was still and serene, the spiritual energy dense and pure. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue knelt before Xuanfa, who sat on a simple stone throne, his hands folded in his lap. "Master," Lin Qiaoxin said, her playful tone laced with respect, "we have reported the day's punishment. Bai Zhenshuang took her four hundred spanks and a hundred whips to the perineum. Hua Qianyu endured the nettle and four hundred board spanks. Su Qianyao received her four hundred spanks and is now serving her ginger stick hour." She paused, exchanging a glance with the other two. "We also have a request. Since we have completed your task, we ask that you increase our daily spanking count to four hundred times."

Xuanfa's lips curled into a faint smile—a rare expression from him. "So now you've fallen in love with being spanked, huh?" He looked at each of them in turn.

Lin Qiaoxin blushed, her youthful face coloring. "Yes, master. The pain reminds us of our place, and the pleasure that follows... it is addictive."

Li Que nodded, her proud face serene. "We have come to crave the discipline."

Shen Mengyue, her elegant features calm, added, "The spanking reinforces our devotion to you, master. We wish for more."

Xuanfa chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Very well. But first, let your daughters handle it." He called out, "Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, Shen Xingmian!"

Three young women entered the hall, their steps light and obedient. Lin Yuxin had the same cute face and maid's hairstyle as her mother, but with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Li Yunling was tall and athletic, her figure taut with power, her face calm and proud like Li Que's. Shen Xingmian was gentle and ethereal, an 80% likeness to Shen Mengyue, with the same soft features and long black hair. All three were naked except for the black slave collars around their necks. They knelt before Xuanfa, their heads bowed. "Greetings, master," they said in unison.

Xuanfa smiled again. "Your mothers' buttocks are itchy. Take the Heaven Path Wooden Boards and spank them four hundred times each."

The three daughters obeyed without hesitation, without a trace of disrespect. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue knelt before them, arching their backs, presenting their buttocks. "Spank me hard, Yuxin," Lin Qiaoxin said, her voice playful but sincere. "Aim for the same spot each time—right here." She pointed to a spot on her left buttock. "That's where the pain lingers longest, and the pleasure follows."

Lin Yuxin lifted the Heaven Path Wooden Board, its surface inscribed with glowing runes. She swung it down with precision, the oak cracking against her mother's buttock. Lin Qiaoxin gasped, a mix of pain and delight. "Yes, right there! Harder! Let the board leave its mark!" Lin Yuxin continued, alternating between the left and right buttock, each blow measured and powerful. Lin Qiaoxin's skin turned red, then purple, welts forming under the relentless assault. She cried out, her voice half in pain, half in ecstasy. "Don't hold back, my little spanker! Your mother's buttocks are tough! Make them remember this!"

Beside her, Li Que knelt in silence, her face calm. "Lingling," she said, her voice steady, "spank me with maximum force. Do not favor me. I raised you to be strong, and I expect no less from you now." Li Yunling nodded, her expression serious. She swung the board with all her strength, the impact echoing through the hall. Li Que's athletic buttocks absorbed the blow, but a wince crossed her face. "Good," she said. "Again. Keep the rhythm steady." Li Yunling obeyed, each stroke landing with brutal efficiency. Li Que's breathing quickened, but she did not cry out—only a low grunt escaped her lips with each strike.

Shen Mengyue knelt gracefully, her body elegant even in submission. "Xingmian," she said softly, "spank me as you have always been taught. Use the full length of the board, and let it land on the softest part of my curves." Shen Xingmian's gentle hand raised the board, and she brought it down with a smooth arc. The board met Shen Mengyue's plump buttocks with a sharp crack. Shen Mengyue let out a quiet moan, her head bowing lower. "Yes, that is perfect. The pain is a comfort, a reminder of your father's discipline. Continue." Shen Xingmian did not hesitate. She spanked her mother with dutiful precision, her face serene. The three daughters quickly finished the four hundred spanks, their boards rising and falling in unison, the sounds of flesh meeting wood filling the hall.

When it was done, Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue remained kneeling, their buttocks bruised and swollen, but their faces content. "Thank you, master," they said in unison. Then Lin Qiaoxin added, "Although being spanked by our daughters feels good, we want the master to personally summon the Heaven Path Wooden Boards and spank us hard."

Xuanfa's smile widened. "Fine," he said. "Next time, I will personally summon the Heaven Path Wooden Boards to spank you. Also, your daughters have made progress in cultivation recently. Next time, I will have you spank your daughters personally."

Behind them, Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian knelt before Xuanfa, their heads bowed. "Mother, please don't hold back," Lin Yuxin said with a cheeky grin. "Our buttocks can take a lot of spanking now."

Li Yunling nodded. "We have been training. Old woun

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The air inside the Xuantian Realm was thick with the rhythmic crack of wood meeting flesh, a sound that had become as constant as the heartbeat of this hidden dimension. Eighty female cultivators knelt in neat rows, their bodies bare except for the black slave collars encircling their necks, their pale buttocks raised high in submission. Behind each woman, two Heaven Path Wooden Boards floated with sinister precision, alternating their strikes against the tender flesh. Every impact sent a ripple through the skin, leaving behind a bloom of crimson that gradually deepened to a livid purple.

These women were not ordinary. Among them were sect leaders who had once commanded thousands of disciples, elders whose names were whispered with reverence across the cultivation world, prodigies who had broken through bottleneck after bottleneck on their own merit, daughters of noble families who had never known a day of hardship, and disciples who had chosen to join the Zefeng Sect and been selected by Xuanfa for this intimate discipline. They had all been lofty existences once, standing atop mountains of achievement and pride. Now they knelt here, their dignity stripped away board by board, their submission carved into their very flesh.

Most of them bore the punishment without struggle. A few newer additions still wept openly, their bodies jerking with each blow as tears streamed down their faces, but even they did not try to escape. They had learned, in the short time since their collars were locked, that resistance only prolonged the agony. The boards would continue until the prescribed number was reached, and struggling only made the master apply more force. So they knelt, and they endured, their buttocks bouncing with each strike, their cries muffled against the cool floor.

At the very front of the assembly, three women knelt side by side, their bodies bearing the marks of decades of such punishment. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue formed a line of proud submission, their raised buttocks already a deep, angry red from the blows that had been falling for the past hour. These three, the strongest in cultivation among all the female slaves, received the heaviest punishment each day: four hundred strikes of the Heaven Path Wooden Board, delivered in alternating pairs.

Two boards hovered behind each woman, one to the left, one to the right. They struck in a ceaseless rhythm, the left board landing first, then the right, a seamless cadence that allowed no respite. The blows were not mere slaps; each one carried the full weight of the master's intent, channeled through the enchanted wood to deliver pain that penetrated deep into the muscles and bones.

Lin Qiaoxin gasped as the left board connected with her right cheek, the impact sending a jolt through her entire body. "Only the boards controlled by the master feel best," she managed, her voice strained but carrying a hint of her usual playfulness. "Xin Nuo's buttocks are about to be beaten to pieces."

The right board struck immediately, catching her left cheek at the same angle, and she let out a sharp cry. Her body swayed forward, but she caught herself, keeping her position. Sweat trickled down her temples, matting her black twin tails to her cheeks.

Beside her, Li Que's athletic frame tensed as the boards continued their relentless work. Her fiery red hair, pulled into a high ponytail, swung with each impact. "The master's punishment is an honor for the female slave," she said, her voice thick with pain but steady. "Please, master, beat Que Nuo's buttocks hard. Do not hold back for this unworthy slave."

The boards complied, if such enchanted objects could be said to have will. They struck with renewed force, the sound echoing through the realm. Li Que's buttocks, already muscled and firm, bounced vigorously under the assault, the skin darkening from red to a deep, angry purple that spoke of bruising beneath.

Shen Mengyue knelt at the end of the row, her waist-length black hair cascading over her shoulders and onto the floor. Despite the pain that wracked her body with each blow, her face remained composed, the ethereal beauty that had once made her the pride of the Immortal Cloud Sect now marked by lines of discipline. "Yue Nuo's buttocks owe the master a punishment," she said, her voice cool and gentle. "Please, master, don't hold back. This slave's body exists only to receive your discipline."

The boards seemed to sense her words, increasing their pace. The left board struck, then the right, faster and faster until the sounds blurred into a single continuous crack. Shen Mengyue's full buttocks, so pale and perfect in their shape, became a canvas of pain, each strike painting another stroke of crimson across the flesh.

The spanking continued without pause. The three women endured, their bodies shaking, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Tears began to form at the corners of their eyes, not from weakness but from the sheer intensity of the punishment. Yet they did not cry out in protest. They did not beg for mercy. They held their positions, offering their buttocks to the boards as a sacred duty.

Lin Qiaoxin had received spankings for decades now, ever since Xuanfa had captured her at mid Core Formation and bent her to his will. She had learned to find a strange pleasure in the pain, a submission that felt like freedom. "Xin Nuo's buttocks belong to the master," she whispered between blows. "Beat them as you will."

Li Que had once believed herself invincible, the proud leader of the Vermilion Bird Sect's elite. She had been humbled by Lin Qiaoxin in battle, then utterly crushed by Xuanfa himself. Her pride had shattered, and in its place grew a devotion that bordered on worship. "Que Nuo deserves every strike," she said, her voice cracking. "Make me remember my place."

Shen Mengyue had taken punishment for her disciple, had offered her own body to spare another. That act of sacrifice had led to years of discipline, to the black collar around her neck, to the daughter she had borne from Xuanfa's favor. She had learned that submission was not weakness but strength. "Yue Nuo asks for more," she said quietly. "This slave's buttocks can take it."

The boards obliged. They struck with increasing ferocity, the wood humming with the power of the realm. The other female slaves in the rows behind continued their own punishments, but all eyes were fixed on the front line, where the three most honored slaves received the master's most direct attention.

The count reached three hundred. The three women were now barely holding themselves up, their arms trembling, their backs heaving. Their buttocks had transformed from pale to red to purple, and now showed the first hints of black bruising. Each strike sent visible shockwaves through their flesh, the skin bouncing and jiggling under the relentless assault.

"The master's boards are merciless," Lin Qiaoxin gasped. "Xin Nuo loves them."

"Que Nuo lives for this pain," Li Que growled through clenched teeth.

"Yue Nuo is grateful," Shen Mengyue whispered.

Three hundred fifty. The boards slowed slightly, building up force for the final fifty strikes. The women knew what was coming. They braced themselves, their muscles tensing, their breath held.

Then the boards accelerated, striking with a fury that surpassed all that had come before. Each blow was a thunderclap, a detonation of pain that radiated through the entire body. Lin Qiaoxin screamed, her composure breaking as tears streamed down her cheeks. Li Que's body jerked violently, her hands clawing at the floor. Shen Mengyue bit her lip until it bled, her cool facade cracking at last.

Three hundred eighty. Three hundred ninety. Four hundred.

The final strike echoed through the realm, and then silence fell.

Lin Qiaoxin collapsed forward, her forehead touching the cool floor. Her back heaved, her breath coming in sobs that she could not control. Tears dripped from her eyes, pooling on the ground beneath her. But even as she wept, a smile spread across her face, a look of utter contentment and obedience.

Li Que followed, her strong body folding as she slumped to the side, her fiery hair splaying across the floor. Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving, but her eyes held a satisfied gleam. The pain had been exquisite, and she had endured it all for her master.

Shen Mengyue lowered herself slowly, gracefully, even in exhaustion. She lay flat, her face turned to the side, her tears visible but her expression serene. The satisfaction on her features was undeniable, the peace of a slave who had fulfilled her duty.

The Xuantian Realm's array pulsed with soft light, a healing energy that began to seep into their battered bodies. The bruises began to fade, the swelling to reduce, the pain to ebb. It was a mercy, but not an escape. They would be punished again tomorrow, and the day after, and every day until Xuanfa decided otherwise.

Footsteps approached, measured and deliberate. Lin Qiaoxin lifted her head, her tear-streaked face breaking into a bright smile. Li Que pushed herself upright, her body trembling but her posture respectful. Shen Mengyue rose slowly, her movements elegant despite her exhaustion.

Xuanfa stood before them, his black training clothes immaculate, his cold handsome face revealing nothing. He looked down at the three women, his gaze passing over their bruised buttocks, their tear-stained faces, their collared necks.

The three women struggled to their knees, pressing their foreheads to the floor.

"Thank the master for the punishment," Lin Qiaoxin said, her voice hoarse. "Only the boards controlled by the master himself hurt the most. Xin Nuo is honored to receive your discipline."

"Que Nuo thanks the master," Li Que added, her voice still steady despite her wear. "Your punishment is a blessing that this unworthy slave does not deserve."

"Yue Nuo is grateful beyond words," Shen Mengyue said softly. "Please continue to discipline this slave as you see fit."

Xuanfa nodded once, acknowledging their words. He turned his gaze to the side, where three younger figures knelt, their bodies also bare, their collars gleaming. Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian knelt in a row, their buttocks already pink from a preliminary punishment.

"Speak," Xuanfa said.

Lin Yuxin, her youthful face bright with a playful smile despite the redness of her behind, crawled forward on her hands and knees. "Master, Xin Yuxin begs that her mother spank her personally," she said, her voice sweet and eager. "Please do not hold back, mother. This slave's buttocks can now take a lot of punishment."

Li Yunling followed, her athletic build and calm demeanor a mirror of her mother's. "Que Yunling requests the same," she said, her voice steady. "I wish to be disciplined by my mother's hand."

Shen Xingmian, the gentle and ethereal daughter of Shen Mengyue, crawled forward last. "Yue Xingmian also asks that her mother spank her," she said softly. "Please, mother, do not be gentle. I want to learn what it means to be a good slave."

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue exchanged glances, their eyes meeting with understanding. They had raised these girls, had disciplined them from childhood, had taught them the ways of submission. Now their daughters asked for the same punishment they had endured.

Xuanfa gestured, and three Mysterious Wooden Boards materialized in the air, floating before each mother. These were lesser implements than the Heaven Path Boards, but still capable of delivering punishing strikes.

"Two hundred each," Xuanfa said. "Do not hold back."

Lin Qiaoxin took the board in her hand, her fingers wrapping around the smooth wood. She positioned herself behind Lin Yuxin, who had already assumed the proper position: knees on the floor, chest pressed flat, buttocks raised high. The younger woman's pale cheeks, still bearing the pink of earlier strikes, offered themselves for punishment.

"Remember, Xin Yuxin," Lin Qiaoxin

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The morning sun cast long shadows across the polished stone floor of the Zefeng Sect's main hall. Xuanfa sat upon his elevated seat, his black training robes immaculate, his expression as cold and unreadable as carved jade. Before him, the heavy wooden doors swung open.

Shen Mengyue entered first, her naked body adorned only by the black slave collar around her neck. Her waist-length black hair swayed as she walked, the Immortal Binding Lock wrapped around her hand. The other end of the golden chain was fastened around Bai Zhenshuang's neck. The proud sword immortal crawled on all fours, her long black hair dragging across the floor, her full breasts hanging downward. Her eyes, once sharp as her Ningshuang sword, were now clouded with humiliation.

When they reached the center of the hall, Shen Mengyue knelt gracefully, her thighs parting slightly in the position Xuanfa had trained into her over decades. She tugged the chain gently, and Bai Zhenshuang knelt beside her.

"Master," Shen Mengyue said, her voice calm and respectful. "Shuang Nuo has been brought as commanded."

Bai Zhenshuang's eyes widened. She had not agreed to be called Shuang Nuo. She was Bai Zhenshuang, leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a sword immortal of unmatched skill. She opened her mouth to speak, but Xuanfa's cold voice cut through the air.

"Earlier, I asked you to come to the Zefeng Sect to accept punishment. Why did you resist, leading to your current situation?"

Bai Zhenshuang's lips trembled. She remembered that day clearly. When Xuanfa's summons had arrived, she had laughed. The Celestial Punisher wanted her to kneel and accept discipline? Absurd. She had gathered her strongest disciples and prepared for battle. But Shen Mengyue had come alone, and in less than thirty breaths, Bai Zhenshuang had been bound, her Ningshuang sword taken, her spirit suppressed.

"In the past, I was overconfident in my profound cultivation, underestimating all opponents," Bai Zhenshuang said, her voice hoarse. "After losing to the Celestial Punisher's Yue Nuo, I realized I was like a frog at the bottom of a well. Now, suffering severe punishment is entirely my own fault."

Xuanfa's lips curved slightly, the ghost of a cold smile. "What is the most important thing for a sword cultivator?"

Bai Zhenshuang answered without hesitation. "The sword."

Xuanfa stood and walked down the steps, his footsteps echoing in the silent hall. He stopped before Bai Zhenshuang and held up her scabbard—the one that had been stripped from her along with her sword. It was a beautiful thing, crafted from white jade and inlaid with silver, perfectly fitted to Ningshuang.

"How does it feel to be spanked by your own sword scabbard every day?"

Bai Zhenshuang's face flushed crimson. The humiliation was exquisite, unbearable. Every day since her capture, Shen Mengyue had forced her to bend over while the scabbard struck her bare buttocks. Each blow was a slap to her pride, a reminder that her most treasured possession was being used to degrade her.

She could not speak. Her throat constricted with shame.

Xuanfa tossed the scabbard aside. "Today, I've come to personally punish you, to show you how painful a Heaven Path Wooden Board controlled by my own spiritual power can be, and to let you know what Yue Nuo endures every day."

He raised his hand, and two Heaven Path Wooden Boards materialized from the void. They were simple things, plain wood worn smooth by countless spankings, but they hummed with spiritual power. Xuanfa gestured, and Bai Zhenshuang's body was forced forward, her buttocks rising into the air.

"Count," Xuanfa ordered.

The first board struck.

Pain exploded through Bai Zhenshuang's consciousness. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. The board carried Xuanfa's spiritual power, which seeped into her flesh and amplified the agony tenfold. Her mind went white. She forgot where she was, forgot her dignity, forgot everything except the burning, searing pain spreading across her buttocks.

"One," she gasped.

The second board fell. Then the third. Then the fourth.

Tears streamed down Bai Zhenshuang's face. She turned her head and saw Shen Mengyue kneeling beside her, calm and composed, her expression serene. The sight was incomprehensible. How could anyone endure this pain every day? How could Shen Mengyue kneel there without trembling, without weeping?

The boards fell in a rhythm, one after another, never pausing. Bai Zhenshuang's buttocks grew hot, then numb, then hot again as new layers of pain were added. Her screams echoed through the hall. She lost count somewhere around two hundred, but Xuanfa's cold voice corrected her.

"Two hundred and four. Focus, Shuang Nuo."

"I am not Shuang Nuo!" she screamed.

Three more boards struck, harder than before.

"You will be," Xuanfa said.

By the time the four hundredth board fell, Bai Zhenshuang could no longer hold herself up. She collapsed onto the floor, her buttocks a swollen, fiery mass of pain. She could not move. She could barely breathe.

Xuanfa turned to Shen Mengyue. "Do you still remember the first time I punished you?"

Shen Mengyue's voice was calm, as if she were recalling a pleasant memory. "I remember. A disciple of my Immortal Cloud Sect offended the master. To save the disciple, Yue Nuo took on all the spanking punishment. But the disciple tried to save me by attacking the master. So the master punished me by spreading my legs and whipping my perineal slit fifty times, then inserting an anal hook into my anus and hanging me at the main hall of the Immortal Cloud Sect for an entire night."

Xuanfa nodded. "Good. Then Bai Zhenshuang will also receive the same set of punishments."

Bai Zhenshuang's eyes widened with terror. She tried to scramble backward, but her body would not obey. Xuanfa snapped his fingers, and her legs were forced apart. He knelt before her, holding a small jar.

"Stinging nettle juice," he said. "It will itch unbearably. The only relief is the whip."

He applied the liquid to her perineal slit, the tender flesh between her vagina and anus. For a moment, there was nothing. Then the itching began.

It was maddening. It was hell. The itch spread from her perineum to her inner thighs, to her labia, deep into her vagina. Bai Zhenshuang writhed on the floor, scratching desperately, but the itching only intensified. It was inside her, beyond reach, beyond relief.

"Please," she sobbed. "Please, whip me. Whip my perineal slit. Anything to stop the itching."

Xuanfa summoned a whip. It was a thin, flexible thing, designed for precision. He threw it into the air, and it began to move on its own, striking Bai Zhenshuang's perineal slit with surgical accuracy.

The first lash brought blood. The second brought a scream. The third brought a sob of relief, because for one blessed moment, the pain overwhelmed the itching.

But the itching returned between lashes, worse than before. Bai Zhenshuang begged for the whip to fall faster, harder, anything to keep the itch at bay. The whip obliged, striking fifty times in rapid succession. Her perineal slit was raw, bleeding, swollen. But the itching was gone.

She collapsed, panting, tears and saliva coating her face.

Xuanfa reached into the void and pulled out an anal hook. It was a curved piece of metal, thick as two fingers, with a hook at the end designed to lock inside the rectum. Bai Zhenshuang saw it and shook her head frantically.

"No, please, no—"

Shen Mengyue took the hook from Xuanfa's hand. She knelt before Bai Zhenshuang and spread her buttocks gently. "Relax," she said softly. "It will hurt less if you relax."

The tip of the hook pressed against Bai Zhenshuang's anus. Her sphincter clenched instinctively. Shen Mengyue waited, patient, her fingers stroking Bai Zhenshuang's inner thigh.

"You are a sword immortal," Shen Mengyue said. "You have endured countless battles, countless wounds. This is just one more."

Bai Zhenshuang forced herself to breathe. She forced herself to relax. The hook slid in slowly, the metal cold against her inflamed flesh. When the hook reached its full depth, Shen Mengyue turned it, and the barb locked inside her.

"Good," Shen Mengyue said. "Now for the hanging."

A chain descended from the ceiling. Shen Mengyue attached it to the ring at the base of the anal hook. Then she pulled.

Bai Zhenshuang screamed as her entire weight was suspended from the hook inside her anus. The metal stretched her, pulled at her insides. She hung there, naked, bleeding, her dignity stripped away.

"One day and one night," Xuanfa said. "You will hang here until tomorrow's dawn. Use the time to reflect on your arrogance."

He turned and walked away. Shen Mengyue followed, leaving Bai Zhenshuang alone in the vast hall, hanging from her own anus, her body on fire with pain.

The hours passed in agony. The hook shifted inside her with every movement, every breath. Her arms hung uselessly at her sides. Her legs dangled beneath her. The only contact with the floor was when she stretched her toes downward, and even that tiny relief was denied her when the hook pulled tighter.

Disciples of the Zefeng Sect passed through the hall. They did not look at her. They did not speak to her. She was nothing, a decoration on the ceiling, a warning to those who would defy the Celestial Punisher.

Night fell. The hall grew dark. Bai Zhenshuang hung in the shadows, her tears dried on her cheeks, her body numb from pain and exhaustion.

Dawn came slowly. The first rays of sunlight crept through the windows, and Shen Mengyue returned. She lowered Bai Zhenshuang gently, supporting her as the hook was removed. Bai Zhenshuang screamed again as the barb tore free, leaving her anus stretched and gaping.

Xuanfa appeared before her. He looked down at her prone body, at her swollen buttocks, at her raw perineum, at her stretched anus.

"How about," he said coldly, "I insert your sword scabbard in there?"

Bai Zhenshuang's mind shattered. The sword scabbard. Her most treasured possession, the symbol of her identity as a sword immortal, inserted into her anus. The thought was too much, too degrading, too humiliating.

She knelt, pressing her forehead to the floor. "Please," she wept, her voice broken. "Please, anything else. Beat my buttocks to pieces. Whip my perineal slit. Hang me by an anal hook. Make me a female slave. Anything. Anything but that. Please, I beg you."

Xuanfa watched her for a long moment. Then he reached into his robes and pulled out a token—the token of the Xuantian Realm.

"Since you are willing to become a female slave, I will accept you."

He pressed the token to her forehead. Light flared, and Bai Zhenshuang felt herself pulled into another space. The Xuantian Realm was vast, filled with spiritual energy so dense it felt like breathing liquid. Ancient texts floated in the air around her, their pages filled with sword techniques she had never seen. The environment was perfect for cultivation.

But the token had shown her the price. Every day, she would be spanked with Heaven Path Wooden Boards. Every day, her buttocks would be beaten to a pulp. The healing arrays would repair her, but only enough to leave her buttocks red and swollen, the pain lingering.

A black slave collar materialized around her neck, fitting snugly against her skin.

Xuanfa's voice echoed through the realm. "Introduce the rules to Bai Zhenshuang."

Lin Qiaoxin appeared beside her, naked like all the others, her lower twin tails bouncing as she walked. Her voice was calm, matter-of-fact.

"Each female slave in the Xuantian Realm has her own exclusive space, with the most suitable environment and ancient texts for her cultivation direction. The price is that every day in the Xuantian Realm, she must be spanked with Heaven Path Wooden Boards. Currently, for those at late Nascent Soul, it's four hundred spanks per day."

Bai Zhenshuang's spirit had been broken, her dignity shattered. She knelt solemnly before Xuanfa, who h

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The main hall of Zefeng Sect was silent save for the scraping of iron against stone. Li Que walked backward into the hall, her red ponytail swaying with each deliberate step, pulling the Immortal Binding Lock that wrapped around Hua Qianyu's neck. The Hundred Flowers Valley leader crawled on her hands and knees, her cyan hair dragging across the polished floor, her plush figure trembling with each movement.

Li Que stopped before the raised platform where Xuanfa sat in meditation. She knelt without hesitation, pressing her forehead to the cold stone. Hua Qianyu collapsed beside her, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Xuanfa's voice cut through the silence like a winter wind. "You were unwilling to come with your disciples to accept punishment earlier. How has it turned out now?"

Hua Qianyu raised her head, tears streaking her gentle face. "It was my failure to discipline them properly. My disciples have low cultivation and cannot withstand punishment. I am willing to accept any punishment."

Xuanfa studied her for a long moment. He recognized the pattern—the same devotion that had driven Shen Mengyue to sacrifice herself decades ago. A leader who loved her disciples too much was a leader with a visible weakness. But Xuanfa had never needed threats. He had never encountered a female cultivator who did not submit, only punishments that were not severe enough.

"Since you are an alchemy grandmaster, you must have Lightning Pattern Pills," Xuanfa said. "Hand them over."

Hua Qianyu's hands shook as she reached into her storage ring. A jade bottle materialized in her palm, and she offered it upward with both hands. "Here, Master Xuanfa."

Xuanfa accepted the bottle and rose. He walked to a wooden rack where a Heaven Path Wooden Board rested—a slab of ancient ironwood inscribed with countless spiritual formations. He did not hand the board to Li Que. He held it himself, channelling his spiritual power into the wood.

The board hummed with violet energy.

"Strip and kneel," Xuanfa commanded.

Hua Qianyu's hands moved to her robes. Layer by layer, the green silk fell away, revealing the soft curves of her body. She knelt on all fours, pressing her forehead to the ground, presenting her round buttocks to the air. Her skin was pale, unmarked by any previous punishment.

Xuanfa raised the Heaven Path Wooden Board.

The first strike cracked like thunder. The board slammed into Hua Qianyu's right buttock, compressing the flesh before springing back. A vivid red handprint bloomed across her skin. Hua Qianyu gasped, her fingers digging into the stone floor.

The second strike fell on the left cheek. Symmetrical red welts rose, and Hua Qianyu's gasp became a sharp cry.

Xuanfa settled into a rhythm. Each strike landed with precise force, not enough to break bones but enough to feel like the world had split open. Violet sparks from the enchanted wood danced across Hua Qianyu's skin, amplifying every sensation. The third strike, the fourth, the fifth—each one harder than the last.

By the tenth strike, Hua Qianyu was sobbing.

The board rose and fell. Twenty strikes. Thirty. Hua Qianyu's buttocks turned from pink to red to a deep crimson spotted with purple bruises. Her cries echoed through the hall, punctuated by the crack of wood against flesh.

Beside her, Li Que scoffed. "Can't take this? Que Nuo's buttocks take four hundred board spanks every day, and I'm not as pathetic as you."

Hua Qianyu tried to respond, but the fortieth strike drove the air from her lungs. Her tears splattered on the stone floor. Fifty strikes. Sixty. Her legs wobbled, threatening to collapse.

Xuanfa paused at exactly one hundred. He set down the Heaven Path Wooden Board and walked behind Hua Qianyu. His voice held no emotion. "Li Que. Spread her anus. Insert a Lightning Pattern Pill."

Li Que moved without hesitation. Her strong hands grasped Hua Qianyu's reddened buttocks and pulled them apart, exposing the tight rosebud of her anus. Hua Qianyu whimpered, too broken by the first hundred strikes to resist.

Xuanfa took a pill from the jade bottle. The Lightning Pattern Pill was the size of a fingertip, crackling with visible arcs of electricity contained within its jade surface. He pressed it against Hua Qianyu's anus.

"Please—" Hua Qianyu started.

Xuanfa pushed.

The pill slid past the tight ring of muscle and disappeared into her rectum. For a moment, nothing happened. Hua Qianyu held her breath, waiting.

Then the lightning erupted.

It felt like a thunderstorm had been unleashed inside her body. Bolts of electrical energy shot through her intestinal walls, racing up her spine, branching through her nerves. Her entire body convulsed. She screamed—a raw, primal sound that tore from her throat. Her back arched, her fingers clawing at the floor as electricity crackled beneath her skin.

The pain was not physical. It pierced through flesh and bone and wrapped around her soul, tearing at the very essence of her being. Her cultivation tried to resist, but the lightning found every crack, every weakness, and amplified her agony a thousandfold.

"Please—stop—it hurts—it hurts so much—" Hua Qianyu's words dissolved into incoherent sobbing. Her body twitched and jerked, muscles spasming uncontrollably.

Xuanfa waited for the convulsions to subside. When Hua Qianyu's body stilled, he raised the Heaven Path Wooden Board again.

Strike one hundred and one landed on already ruined flesh. Hua Qianyu's scream broke into a sob so deep it barely escaped her throat.

One hundred and ten. One hundred and twenty. The lightning pill inside her activated with each impact, sending fresh waves of electrical torment through her bowels.

At one hundred and fifty, Xuanfa paused. "Li Que. Ginger juice enema."

Li Que rose and walked to a side table where a clay pot sat on a small heating array. She lifted the lid, and the sharp, burning scent of concentrated ginger juice filled the air. Steam rose from the thick amber liquid. She filled a copper enema bottle with the scalding mixture.

Hua Qianyu's eyes went wide when she saw the bottle. "No—no, please—I'll submit—I'll do anything—"

Li Que knelt behind her without a word. She took the enema bottle's nozzle and pressed it slowly into Hua Qianyu's anus, past the Lightning Pattern Pill, deep into her rectum. Hua Qianyu felt the metal coldness inside her, already burning from the ginger's heat through the copper.

Then Li Que squeezed.

The ginger juice flooded into Hua Qianyu's intestines. It felt exactly like molten iron—liquid fire pouring into her bowels, coating every sensitive membrane, searing her from the inside. The lightning from the pill clashed with the ginger's burn. Pain cascaded through her in waves so intense that logic fractured.

Heat and electricity. Fire and lightning. They battled inside her intestines, using her body as their battlefield. Every nerve ending screamed. Her stomach churned. Her vision went white, then red, then black.

She tried to throw up, but nothing came. Her body was a prison of agony.

"Spare me—I beg you—" Hua Qianyu's voice cracked. "I'll be your slave—I'll give everything—please stop the pain—"

Xuanfa's board fell again.

Strike one hundred and seventy. Each impact jostled the liquid inside her, making the ginger burn deeper, making the lightning cut sharper. Her cries grew hoarse, then silent. She mouthed screams that her throat could no longer produce.

Strike one hundred and ninety. The ginger juice began to leak from her anus, thin streams mixed with red. The Lightning Pattern Pill still crackled, electrocuting her from within.

Strike two hundred. Hua Qianyu collapsed fully, her body giving out. She lay on her side, her legs drawn up, her red buttocks pulsing with each heartbeat. Tears stained her face. Spittle leaked from the corner of her mouth.

Even Li Que's expression flickered. She had seen punishments. She had endured punishments. But a ginger juice enema combined with a Lightning Pattern Pill—that kind of torment would break anyone. In her mind, she imagined what it would feel like. The heat. The electricity. The violation. Her breath caught for a moment. Fear coiled in her chest, and beneath the fear, a strange, traitorous spark of anticipation.

What would it feel like if the master used that punishment on her?

She swallowed and looked away.

Xuanfa continued. Strike two hundred and twenty. Two hundred and forty. Hua Qianyu's body jerked with each blow, but she no longer screamed. Only shallow breaths showed she still lived.

At two hundred and eighty, the Lightning Pattern Pill finally discharged its last energy. At three hundred, the ginger juice began to spray out uncontrollably, splattering the floor with warm amber liquid mixed with bile and blood. Hua Qianyu's bowels could hold no more.

She kowtowed weakly, her forehead pressing to the stone, then raising, then pressing again. "Mercy... mercy, master... I submit... I will be your female slave... please... no more..."

Her voice was a broken whisper. The dignity of the Hundred Flowers Valley's leader lay shattered on the floor, mixed with her own shame and filth.

Xuanfa set down the board. He reached into his robes and withdrew a token of polished black jade, etched with characters that pulsed with the power of the Xuantian Realm. "Since you are willing to become a female slave, I will accept you."

He pressed the token against Hua Qianyu's forehead.

Light erupted. The world twisted, and for a heartbeat, Hua Qianyu felt herself pulled into a vast, endless space—a realm that existed between dimensions, where spiritual energy flowed like rivers and time moved differently. The token absorbed her essence, binding her soul to the Xuantian Realm.

When the light faded, a black slave collar materialized around Hua Qianyu's neck. It was seamless, unbreakable, a mark of ownership that pulsed with the same energy as the token.

Xuanfa turned to Li Que. "Introduce the rules of the Xuantian Realm to Hua Qianyu."

Li Que knelt and bowed. "Yes, master."

She turned to face Hua Qianyu, who still lay broken on the floor. "Listen well, new one. You are Yu Nuo now. You have no name, no past, no will of your own. Your body belongs to the master. Your cultivation belongs to the master. Your thoughts belong to the master. You will kneel when he enters a room. You will speak only when given permission. You will address him as master, and yourself as Yu Nuo. Failure to follow any rule results in punishment."

Hua Qianyu pushed herself upright. Her body trembled. Ginger juice still dripped down her thighs. Her buttocks were a mess of purple and black welts. But something in her eyes had changed—the fight was gone, replaced by the hollow acceptance of submission.

She knelt properly before Xuanfa, her knees together, her hands on her thighs. She pressed her forehead to the stone between his feet. "Yu Nuo willingly becomes the master's female slave and accepts all punishment."

Xuanfa nodded. "From now on, you are my Yu Nuo, and also the alchemy elder of the Zefeng Sect."

Hua Qianyu kept her forehead pressed to the ground. "Yu Nuo thanks the master for his mercy."

From behind Xuanfa's meditation platform, Lin Qiaoxin popped her head out, her twin tails bouncing. She grinned at Li Que. "Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu, both of them so stubborn. They had to be ravaged by the master before they submitted."

Li Que snorted. "And you weren't? I remember quite clearly how you refused to become a slave."

Lin Qiaoxin hopped off the platform and walked around to kneel beside Shen Mengyue, who had appeared silently from a side door. "I remember Sister Que and Sister Yue were also quite stubborn back then. Both were thoroughly taught a lesson by the master before they submitted. Sister Que didn't want to crawl like a dog, and the master hung her up and whipped her."

Li Que's face reddened. "You—"

"Unlike Xin Nuo," Lin Qiaoxin continued cheerfully, "who after just a few dozen board spanks from the

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