Punishment of the Xuanfa Celestial Venerable Part 2

The morning sun cast long shadows across the training grounds of the Zehuang Sect as Xuanfa held three leather leashes in his right hand. The leashes trailed across the stone floor, each connected to a black slave collar wrapped around the neck of a woman crawling on hands and knees. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue moved in perfect synchronization, their naked bodies swaying with each step, their breasts swinging freely beneath them.

Disciples of the sect parted respectfully as the procession passed. Young female cultivators in the nude bowed their heads, their eyes fixed on the ground. None dared meet the gazes of the three crawling elders. These were the legendary Heart Slave, Bird Slave, and Moon Slave—figures of terror whispered about in every sect across the cultivation world.

Xuanfa stopped at the center of the training ground. The three women halted immediately, their knees pressing into the cold stone.

"All three of you have broken through to the late Divine Transformation stage, correct?" Xuanfa's voice carried no emotion, flat and cold like a winter wind.

Lin Qiaoxin pressed her forehead to the ground first. Her black twin-tails fell forward, brushing the dust. "It is all thanks to the master beating our buttocks and the spiritual energy of the Xuantian Realm that we were able to break through to the late Divine Transformation stage in three hundred years."

Shen Mengyue followed, her waist-length black hair pooling around her shoulders. "Yue Slave speaks the same. Without the master's discipline, Yue Slave would still be stuck at the Nascent Soul bottleneck."

Li Que raised her head slightly, her fiery red high ponytail swaying. The pride that once burned in her eyes had been replaced by absolute devotion. "Que Slave agrees completely. Every stroke of the board refined our cultivation."

Xuanfa nodded once. "Since you have broken through, I have a task for the three of you." He released the leashes and clasped his hands behind his back. "Bai Zhenshuang, sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, has spoken disrespectfully of my Zehuang Sect. Hua Qianyu, valley master of the Hundred Flowers Valley, allowed her disciples to occupy the Zehuang Sect's medicine garden. Su Qianyao, saintess of the Demon Clan, used charm techniques to bewilder Zehuang Sect disciples."

He turned to face the three kneeling women. "You three will go inform Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao that they should voluntarily take off all their clothes, kneel at the mountain entrance of the Zehuang Sect, stick out their buttocks, and accept spanking. One hundred lashes of the Heavenly Dao Board every day for ten years. Consider it a minor punishment."

Xuanfa reached into his storage ring and produced three golden Immortal Binding Locks. The chains shimmered with divine light, each link engraved with suppression runes. He tossed them to the ground before the three women.

"If they resist, defeat them and bind them back with the Immortal Binding Lock."

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue each picked up a golden lock and pressed it against their foreheads in reverence.

"Xin Slave accepts the master's command."

"Que Slave accepts the master's command."

"Yue Slave accepts the master's command."

Lin Qiaoxin looked up, a playful smile crossing her youthful face. "Master, now that Xin Slave has broken through to the late Divine Transformation stage, Xin Slave requests an increase in the daily number of spanks to four hundred times."

Li Que nodded firmly. "Que Slave makes the same request. Four hundred strokes of the Heavenly Dao Board each day."

Shen Mengyue pressed her forehead to the ground again. "Yue Slave also requests this increase. The spanking has become… essential to our cultivation."

Xuanfa's lips curled into a rare smile. "So you've fallen in love with the feeling of being spanked, have you?"

The three women answered in unison, their voices clear and without shame. "Yes, master."

"Once this mission is complete, I will increase your punishment," Xuanfa said.

"Thank you, master!" The three kowtowed simultaneously, their foreheads touching the stone.

"But first," Xuanfa raised his hand, "let's finish today's punishment."

He made a subtle gesture with his fingers. Three figures emerged from the side hall, walking naked toward the training ground. Each wore a black slave collar. Each appeared around eighteen years old. And each bore an eighty percent resemblance to one of the kneeling women.

Lin Yuxin had her mother's black twin-tails and impish smile. Li Yunling carried her mother's athletic build and fiery red hair tied in a high ponytail. Shen Xingmian shared her mother's waist-length black hair and gentle features.

The three young women knelt before Xuanfa, their backs straight, their hands resting on their thighs.

"Greetings, master," they said in unison.

Xuanfa gestured toward the three older women. "Your mothers' butts are itchy. Take the Heavenly Dao Boards and spank their bottoms, two hundred lashes each. After that, make them spread their legs and whip their crotch cracks, one hundred lashes each."

Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian bowed their heads. "Yes, master."

Without hesitation, the three young women walked behind their mothers. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue had already risen to their knees and turned around, presenting their buttocks to their daughters.

Lin Qiaoxin twisted her head back, grinning at her daughter. "Xin'er, remember what I taught you. Strike at the lower curve where the buttock meets the thigh. That's where it hurts most. And don't hold back—if the master sees you being gentle, he'll punish you instead."

Lin Yuxin hefted the Heavenly Dao Board, feeling its weight. The board was dark purple, covered in spiritual patterns that glowed faintly. "Mother taught Xin Slave well. Xin Slave will make mother proud."

Behind her, Li Que positioned herself on all fours, her muscular buttocks raised high. "Yun Ling, aim for the center where the flesh is thickest. The impact resonates deeper into the Dantian that way. And after the board strikes, twist your wrist slightly—it makes the pain linger."

Li Yunling nodded, her expression calm and focused. "Yun Ling understands. Que Slave's guidance will not be wasted."

Shen Mengyue spread her knees wider, lowering her upper body until her forehead touched the ground. Her buttocks lifted even higher, fully exposed. "Xing Mian, for Yue Slave, strike diagonally from top to bottom. It covers more surface area. And when you whip the crack, start from the perineum and move upward—that way both the vagina and anus receive equal attention."

Shen Xingmian's voice was soft and gentle, matching her mother's demeanor. "Xing Mian thanks mother for the instruction. Xing Mian will serve mother well."

Xuanfa stood to the side, his arms crossed, watching silently.

Lin Yuxin raised the Heavenly Dao Board and swung it downward. The board connected with Lin Qiaoxin's right buttock with a sharp crack that echoed across the training ground. Lin Qiaoxin's body jolted forward, but she kept her position, letting out a soft moan.

"One," Lin Yuxin counted.

She swung again, striking the left buttock. Another crack. Another jolt.

"Two."

The rhythm began. Left, right, left, right. Each strike landed precisely where Lin Qiaoxin had instructed. The flesh rippled upon impact, turning from pale white to red, then to deep purple. Lin Qiaoxin's moans grew louder with each stroke, her body trembling.

"Xin'er, harder!" Lin Qiaoxin called out. "Don't treat your mother like glass. Que Slave is watching—show her that Xin Clan women know how to take a beating!"

Lin Yuxin's eyes hardened. She put more force into her swing. The board came down with a thunderous slap that sent Lin Qiaoxin's entire body forward. A red mark in the perfect shape of the board appeared on her right buttock.

"Xin Slave will not disappoint mother."

Meanwhile, Li Yunling had begun her own rhythm. She held the board with both hands, bringing it down in steady, measured strokes. Li Que's buttocks were firmer than the others, conditioned by years of combat training. The board bounced slightly upon impact, but Li Yunling compensated by increasing her strength.

"Fourteen," Li Yunling counted.

Li Que grunted. "Good. You remembered the wrist twist. The pain is spreading deeper."

"I practiced as Que Slave instructed."

Li Que chuckled, a rare sound from the proud former vice-sect leader. "My daughter learns well. When this is over, I'll teach you the flame technique that breaks through the Golden Core bottleneck."

Shen Mengyue and Shen Xingmian worked in relative silence. The only sounds were the crack of the board, Shen Mengyue's controlled breathing, and Shen Xingmian's soft counting. Shen Xingmian struck diagonally from upper left to lower right, exactly as instructed. The board left long red lines across Shen Mengyue's pale buttocks, the marks overlapping in a crisscross pattern.

"Forty-three," Shen Xingmian whispered.

Shen Mengyue released a slow breath. "Your form is excellent, Xing Mian. The angle is perfect."

"Mother's guidance is flawless."

As the counts approached two hundred, the three older women's buttocks had transformed into a swollen, purple mess. The skin was stretched taut, crisscrossed with board marks in various shades of red and black. The flesh quivered with each breath.

"Two hundred," Lin Yuxin announced.

Lin Qiaoxin let out a long sigh. "Good girl. Now the whipping."

Lin Yuxin set down the Heavenly Dao Board and picked up a thin leather whip from the ground. The whip was black, braided with spiritual silk, designed to deliver sharp, precise pain.

"Spread your legs, mother."

Lin Qiaoxin obeyed immediately. She shifted her knees apart, opening herself fully. Her vagina was already wet, glistening in the morning light. Her anus clenched and unclenched involuntarily.

Lin Yuxin positioned herself directly behind her mother. She raised the whip and brought it down across the crack of Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks. The whip landed precisely, covering both the vaginal opening and the anus in one stroke.

Lin Qiaoxin cried out, her body arching. "Yes! Like that!"

"One," Lin Yuxin counted.

She struck again. The whip cracked against the sensitive flesh, leaving a thin red line that extended from the perineum to the tailbone.

"Two."

Beside them, Li Yunling had also picked up her whip. Li Que had spread her legs, her athletic thighs trembling slightly. Li Yunling struck without hesitation, the whip landing with surgical precision.

"One."

Li Que grunted. Her hands clenched into fists on the ground.

"You're holding back," Li Que said.

"I am not, Que Slave."

"Then strike harder. A whip that only stings is useless. It should burn."

Li Yunling's eyes narrowed. She adjusted her grip and struck again. This time, the whip left a darker mark, and Li Que's breath caught in her throat.

"Better."

Shen Mengxing knelt behind Shen Mengyue, whip in hand. She started from the perineum as instructed, pulling the whip upward. The leather traced a line from the vaginal opening, across the clitoris, over the anus, and up to the tailbone.

Shen Mengyue's entire body shuddered. "Yes, Xing Mian. Start from the bottom and work up."

"Xing Mian understands."

The whipping continued. Fifty strokes. Seventy. Ninety. The three older women's crotch cracks had turned raw and red, the skin abraded by the relentless lashes. Their vaginas dripped with a mixture of arousal and sweat. Their anuses clenched with each strike, then relaxed.

At one hundred, the three young women stepped back.

Lin Qiaoxin collapsed forward, her cheek pressing against the stone. "That was wonderful. Thank you, master."

Li Que remained kneeling, her breathing heavy but controlled. "Que Slave thanks master for the punishment."

Shen Mengyue slowly raised herself, her body swaying. "Yue Slave thanks master."

Xuanfa looked at them without expression. "You may rest for now

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The Demon Clan’s personal guard arrived at the mountain pass of the Penal Phoenix Sect in a storm of fury. Over sixty cultivators, fully armed and radiating killing intent, descended upon the sect’s entrance. Their leader, Azi, was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, but the rest were all late-stage Nascent Soul. They had trained together for centuries in a combined attack formation that could face three or four Nascent Soul cultivators without flinching.

What they saw at the mountain pass stopped them cold.

Su Qianyao knelt on the cold stone ground, her silver hair spilling forward, her bright red pupils fixed on the earth. Her hands were bound behind her back with thick black chains, and her voluptuous body was completely naked, save for the black slave collar around her neck. Her plump buttocks were raised high in the air, presented for punishment. Even in this humiliating posture, her natural allure radiated from her like a fragrance, and her full breasts swayed slightly as she trembled.

Azi’s face twisted with rage. He sent a voice transmission that thundered through the mountain pass: “Penal Phoenix Sect! Release the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan immediately, or face annihilation!”

A moment of silence. Then two figures emerged from the mountain pass, walking slowly, deliberately, without a shred of haste.

Bai Zhenshuang stepped forward first. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, framing a face of cold, aristocratic beauty. Her features were delicate and stern, her brows carrying an innate nobility and distance. She was completely naked. Her firm, full breasts stood proudly, and her round, plump buttocks swayed with each step. Her skin was pale as snow, unmarked except for the black slave collar around her neck. She walked with her head held high, her expression aloof and haughty, as if she were still the proud sword immortal who had led the Tianjian Sect. But the nakedness of her body told another story.

Beside her walked Hua Qianyu. Her blue-green hair was loosely tied behind her head, a few strands hanging by her ears, giving her a gentle, tender appearance. Her face was soft as water, with features that seemed to radiate warmth and kindness. She too was completely naked. Her figure was plump and well-proportioned, with generous curves at her chest and hips, and her slender waist emphasized the fullness of her form. The black slave collar around her neck stood in stark contrast to her gentle face. She walked with a calm, serene demeanor, as if she were merely taking a stroll through her own garden.

The guard members stared in shock. These were not just any women. Bai Zhenshuang was the sect leader of the Tianjian Sect, one of the most prestigious sword cultivation sects in the world. Hua Qianyu was the valley master of the Hundred Flowers Valley, renowned for her healing arts and alchemy. To see them naked, collared, walking out of the Penal Phoenix Sect as if it were the most natural thing in the world… it was unthinkable.

Then the shock turned to fury. One of the guards, a burly late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, stepped forward and shouted, “Tianjian Sect! Hundred Flowers Valley! You collude with this vile sect? You betray your own legacies?”

Bai Zhenshuang stopped. She turned her cold gaze upon the guard, and her lips parted. “You are wrong,” she said, her voice as sharp as a frozen blade. “I am no longer the master of the Tianjian Sect. By the grace of Xuanfa Heavenly Venerable, I was taken as a female slave, renamed Shuang Nu. Every day, I endure buttocks punishment.”

The words hung in the air like a slap. The guard members stared, disbelief warring with rage on their faces.

Hua Qianyu spoke next, her voice gentle and warm, as if she were soothing a frightened child. “I am no longer the master of the Hundred Flowers Valley. I thank Xuanfa Heavenly Venerable for granting me the position of female slave, named Yu Nu. I must accept daily buttocks punishment. Moreover, your Holy Maiden Su Qianyao willingly stays here.”

Azi’s face went pale, then red. “Lies!” he roared. “You have been corrupted! Brainwashed! We will rescue you and the Holy Maiden!”

He raised his hand, and the sixty guards moved into formation, their spiritual energy intertwining into a net of killing intent. Azi shouted, “Release the Holy Maiden, or die!”

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu exchanged a glance. Without a word, they stepped forward, their bodies glowing with the power of late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Bai Zhenshuang’s hand formed a sword seal, and a cold, white light materialized around her—the phantom of her sword, Ningshuang. Hua Qianyu spread her fingers, and tendrils of green healing energy wove around her, but they were not for healing.

The battle erupted.

The guard’s combined attack formation was formidable. Waves of energy crashed against Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu like a storm. But the two women moved with fluid grace, their bodies honed by decades of discipline and punishment. Bai Zhenshuang’s sword light cut through the formation’s energy, and Hua Qianyu’s healing magic kept any wound from slowing them down.

And all the while, Su Qianyao was being spanked.

The Heavenly Dao board hovered above her raised buttocks. Each strike landed with a sharp *crack* that echoed across the mountain pass. But instead of cries of pain, Su Qianyao let out moans of pleasure—loud, seductive, throaty moans that made the guard members falter in their attacks.

“Ah… yes… harder… punish this slave… mmph…”

The sound was unmistakable. It was not the sound of torture. It was the sound of ecstasy.

Bai Zhenshuang’s sword cut through another wave of energy, and she felt the spanks resonate within her own body. With each strike to Su Qianyao’s buttocks, Bai Zhenshuang’s strength surged. It was the same for Hua Qianyu—the spanking empowered them, deepened their submission, and that submission gave them power.

The guard members began to waver. Their formation faltered. One of them cried out, “Impossible! How can they fight like this?”

Then Su Qianyao’s body arched, and a long, shuddering moan escaped her lips. Her buttocks quivered, and a wave of pleasure rolled through her. She had climaxed from the spanking alone.

A guard member stared, his face white. “Impossible… The Holy Maiden was spanked to orgasm!”

The words shattered the guard’s morale. They had come to rescue a prisoner, but the prisoner was not a prisoner. She was a willing participant, reveling in her punishment. And the two women fighting them were clearly not going to be swayed.

Azi grit his teeth. He looked at Su Qianyao, still bound and panting, her buttocks purple and swollen from the strikes. She lay on the ground, her silver hair spread around her, her breath coming in ragged gasps. After a moment, she raised her head and spoke, her voice weak but clear.

“Guard sisters… Yao Nu truly stays here willingly.” She paused, licking her lips. “I’ve always wanted someone to spank my buttocks to a pulp.”

The guard members looked at each other. Outmatched in battle, their Holy Maiden unwilling to return, and no hope of victory—they had no choice. Azi gave a bitter command. The guard formation dissolved, and one by one, they retreated, withdrawing from the mountain pass in silence.

Su Qianyao smiled, her face flushed with pleasure and pain. She rested her head on the cold stone, her body still trembling from the aftereffects of her climax.

Having driven off the guard, Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu sheathed their power. They walked back into the Penal Phoenix Sect, their naked bodies still bare to the world. They made their way to Xuanfa’s hall, where he sat on his throne, his black training clothes immaculate, his cold, handsome face unreadable.

They knelt before him, raising their buttocks slightly in the posture of supplication.

“Master,” Bai Zhenshuang said, her voice cool but respectful. “The Demon Clan’s guard has been driven off. Su Qianyao remains.”

“Master,” Hua Qianyu added, her voice gentle. “The task is done.”

Xuanfa nodded, a faint glimmer of approval in his eyes. “You have done well,” he said. “Now, I have your first mission as my female slaves.”

He explained: the masters of the Biluo Palace and the Jiuyou Valley, Yun Qinger and Youlan, had allowed their disciples to clash with the Penal Phoenix Sect due to lax discipline. These were small sects, without any Nascent Soul cultivators. The punishment would be light. The two leaders and the offending disciples were to strip naked, kneel at the Penal Phoenix Sect’s mountain pass, and raise their buttocks for spanking. One hundred Heavenly Dao board strikes daily for three years. If they resisted, punishment would be severe—the entire sect would face the same fate.

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu bowed their heads. “We obey, Master.”

Bai Zhenshuang rose and walked out of the Penal Phoenix Sect. She flew through the air, naked, her black hair streaming behind her, until she reached the gate of the Biluo Palace.

The Biluo Palace was a modest sect, nestled in a valley. Its disciples were mostly in the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stages. When they saw Bai Zhenshuang approaching, they froze. Their eyes went wide.

She was naked. Completely, utterly naked. Her firm breasts swayed as she walked, her round buttocks flexed with each step, and the black slave collar around her neck gleamed in the sunlight. Her expression, however, was one of cold, haughty pride. She walked through the gate, past the disciples, who stumbled backward in shock and embarrassment. She walked step by step through the sect, down the main path, until she reached the main hall.

Inside, Yun Qinger was white-faced. She had heard the rumors of Bai Zhenshuang’s fall, but to see it… the proud sword immortal, naked and collared, walking through her sect as if it were nothing…

Bai Zhenshuang’s voice cut through the silence. “Yun Qinger. You and your offending disciples will come to the Penal Phoenix Sect for punishment. Strip naked, kneel at the mountain pass, raise your buttocks for three years of daily spanking. Or face annihilation.”

Yun Qinger trembled. She was only a Golden Core cultivator. Her sect had no Nascent Soul. If even Bai Zhenshuang had fallen… she had no choice. She nodded, tears in her eyes. “We… we will obey.”

Bai Zhenshuang turned and walked out, her nakedness still on full display, her heart filled with submission to her master.

Meanwhile, Hua Qianyu arrived at the gate of the Jiuyou Valley. The Jiuyou Valley was a dark, shadowy place, home to cultivators of the ghostly path. But when they saw Hua Qianyu approaching, even they were shocked.

She was naked. Her blue-green hair swayed gently, her plump, well-proportioned body was fully exposed. Her gentle face held a serene smile, as if she were visiting an old friend. She walked through the gate, past the disciples, who stared in disbelief. The gentle medicine fairy, the valley master of the Hundred Flowers Valley, was naked and collared.

She walked into the main hall, her aura radiating the calm but undeniable pressure of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Youlan, the master of Jiuyou Valley, was a pale-skinned woman with dark hair and dark eyes. She looked up at Hua Qianyu, and her face drained of color.

Hua Qianyu’s voice was gentle, but firm. “Youlan. You and your offending disciples will come to the Penal Phoenix Sect for punishment. Strip naked, kneel at the mountain pass, raise your buttocks for three years of daily spanking. Or face annihilation.”

Youlan did not even think of resistance. She knelt, her head bowed. “We accept the punishment. We will obey.”

Hua Qianyu smiled. She turned and walked out, her heart full of submission to her master.

The two groups arrived at the Penal Phoenix Sect shortly after. Yun Qinger and Youlan, along with a dozen offending disciples from each sect, stripped naked and knelt at the mountain pass. Their buttocks were raised, trembling with fear and s

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The Xuantian Realm shimmered with ethereal light, its boundless space folding inward like the inside of a celestial pearl. Six naked women knelt in a neat row upon the smooth, crystalline floor, their heads bowed, black slave collars gleaming dully around their necks. Before them stood Xuanfa, hands clasped behind his back, his black training robes stark against the pale radiance of the realm. His expression was cold, unreadable, as he listened to their reports.

Lin Qiaoxin, her black low twin-tails swaying as she spoke, grinned up at him. "Master, the biggest news in the cultivation world is us—Xin Nu, Que Nu, Yue Nu, Shuang Nu, Yu Nu, and Yao Nu. Everyone's talking about how we travel around naked, spanking any female cultivator who dares offend you." She chuckled, her youthful face bright with mischief. "The disciples of the Penal Phoenix Sect have improved too. Their combat techniques are sharper, formations tighter, sword arts deadlier, alchemy more refined, and divine sense keener. All thanks to our training."

Li Que snorted, her fiery red high ponytail flicking as she tossed her head. "Those weaklings needed the discipline. A few good spankings straightened them out."

Shen Mengyue spoke softly, her waist-length black hair spilling over her shoulders. "The sect flourishes under your guidance, Master. The disciples are obedient and skilled."

Bai Zhenshuang remained silent, her delicate, stern features impassive, but her eyes held a flicker of respect. Hua Qianyu smiled gently, her blue-green hair loosely tied behind her, a few strands brushing her ears. Su Qianyao, her silver hair shimmering and red pupils glowing, licked her lips and leaned forward slightly, her full breasts pressing against the air.

"Yao Nu also found time to seduce a talented female cultivator named Nangong Xue," Su Qianyao purred, her voice dripping with allure. "Her sister is Nangong Wan, the master of the Feihua Spirit Realm, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. But Sister Xue resists fiercely. She is stubborn, that one."

Li Que sneered, her athletic body tensing with eager anticipation. "Hand her to Que Nu. I'll spank her buttocks dozens of times, and see if she still talks tough. A few hundred slaps will cure that pride."

Xuanfa nodded once, his gaze sweeping over them. "You six have performed well. From now on, when you meet me, you need not kneel. A bow will suffice."

The six women exchanged startled glances, then smiles spread across their faces. Flattery and warmth bloomed in their chests. To be granted such an honor by the Celestial Venerable was beyond their expectations. They pressed their foreheads to the floor in gratitude before rising, their bodies still bare and unashamed.

Xuanfa raised his hand, and six black belts materialized from thin air, coiling like serpents around his fingers. He held them out, and each belt floated gracefully to its respective owner. "These are magical artifacts made from the skin of the demon serpent Mojiao," he said, his voice flat. "Called Shadowchase Belts. When infused with spiritual power, they automatically track and spank buttocks, no matter the movement or posture. They are not as painful as the Heavenly Dao boards, but they will suffice for additional punishment."

Su Qianyao grabbed her belt eagerly, her red eyes gleaming with delight. "The master has bestowed a wonderful treasure! Yao Nu's greedy buttocks are not satisfied with four hundred boards daily. I will use the Shadowchase Belt to spank my own greedy buttocks fiercely." She laughed, a sultry sound that echoed through the realm.

Lin Qiaoxin bounced on her heels, her twin-tails jiggling. "So we can be spanked anytime? Great! Xin Nu's buttocks will never be idle again."

Li Que wrapped the belt around her waist, her expression fierce. "I will use the maximum spiritual power to drive the Shadowchase Belt to spank my own buttocks to a pulp. Let them remember the master's discipline."

Shen Mengyue bowed her head gracefully, the belt held in both hands. "Thank you, Master, for this generous gift. Yue Nu will use it well to discipline her own buttocks, ensuring they never forget their place."

Hua Qianyu pressed the belt to her chest, her gentle eyes soft. "Yu Nu will use the artifact properly to ensure her buttocks hurt as they should. The master's punishment is always a blessing."

Bai Zhenshuang lifted her chin, her cold voice steady. "In return for the bestowed treasure, I will repay with punishment on my own buttocks, ensuring they are beaten to pulp. Shuang Nu accepts with gratitude."

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At the Penal Phoenix Sect, the training grounds stretched wide under an open sky. Female cultivators, all naked, moved through their drills with precision. Among them, the six elders taught their respective disciplines, each bare and adorned only with their black slave collars. But behind each elder, a Shadowchase Belt hovered relentlessly.

Shen Mengyue stood at the head of a sword arts class, her Zixia sword gleaming in her hand. She demonstrated a sweeping stroke, her body twisting gracefully. Behind her, the black belt shot forward and slapped her right buttock with a loud crack. Her flesh rippled, the sound echoing across the field, but her expression did not waver. She continued the motion, her voice calm as she instructed the disciples. The belt struck again—left buttock, then right, then left—each blow precise and unyielding. It followed her every step, every pivot, landing five more slaps in rapid succession. Her buttocks reddened, but she did not flinch.

Beside her, Bai Zhenshuang taught another group, her Ningshuang sword tracing icy arcs through the air. The belt behind her whipped forward, slapping her right buttock. The sound was sharp, clean. Her flesh trembled, but her face remained cold, her movements fluid. The belt struck again—left, right, left—each impact driving her hips forward slightly, but she never stopped her demonstration. Ten slaps landed in a row, her buttocks blooming with color, yet her voice stayed steady as she corrected a disciple's stance.

Li Que was in the combat training area, her body a blur of motion as she threw punches and kicks at training dummies. The Shadowchase Belt behind her snapped forward, slapping her left buttock hard. Her muscles tensed, but she did not pause. The belt followed her, striking again as she spun—right buttock, then left, then right again. Each blow landed with a wet smack, her buttocks jiggling and turning pink. She threw a roundhouse kick, and the belt slapped her twice in succession. Her voice rang out, barking orders at the disciples, as if the punishment did not exist.

Lin Qiaoxin was in the formation chamber, arranging spirit stones in intricate patterns. The belt behind her lashed out, striking her right buttock. She giggled, not missing a beat as she placed another stone. The belt struck left, right, left—three quick slaps that made her hips sway, but she only laughed. "Harder, belt! Spank Xin Nu's greedy buttocks!" The belt obliged, landing five more blows in a flurry, her skin turning a warm red. She continued her lecture on formation theory, her voice light and cheerful.

Hua Qianyu was in the alchemy hall, stirring a cauldron with careful attention. The belt behind her snapped forward, slapping her full left buttock with a resounding crack. Her gentle expression did not change. She added a herb to the mixture, and the belt struck right, left, right—three more blows that made her flesh ripple. She continued stirring, her voice soft as she explained the properties of the ingredients. The belt landed ten slaps in a row, her buttocks swelling slightly, but her hands remained steady.

Su Qianyao was in the divine sense training pavilion, her silver hair flowing as she demonstrated a mental projection technique. The belt behind her shot forward, slapping her right buttock hard. She moaned softly, a sensual sound, but did not break her focus. The belt struck again—left, right, left—each blow making her hips rock. She continued her lesson, her voice husky and alluring, as if the belt's punishment only added to her pleasure. The belt landed fifteen slaps, her buttocks deep red and throbbing, yet she smiled, her red eyes glowing with contentment.

Through it all, the six acted as if the Shadowchase Belt's punishment did not exist. Their teachings remained clear, their movements precise, their voices unwavering. The disciples watched in awe, learning not only their arts but the depth of submission and endurance their elders embodied.

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Later, inside the Xuantian Realm, Xuanfa sat upon a stone throne, his fingers steepled. Before him stood the six women, still naked, their buttocks bearing the marks of their belts. He looked at Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, Su Qianyao," he said, his voice low. "You three were captured and turned into slaves by Shen Mengyue, Li Que, and Lin Qiaoxin respectively. Do you ever think of getting back at them?"

Bai Zhenshuang was taken aback, her cold eyes widening for a moment before she shook her head. "No, Master. Shuang Nu is grateful that Sister Mengyue captured me. It enabled me to be spanked by you and become your slave. I bear no resentment."

Hua Qianyu also shook her head, her gentle voice soft. "Yu Nu agrees. Sister Li Que's capture was a blessing. I am thankful every day for the punishment and discipline you have given me."

Su Qianyao licked her lips, her red eyes gleaming mischievously. "Yao Nu has long wanted to spank Sister Xin's buttocks personally. Sister Xin's buttocks are round and perky; spanking them would be a beautiful sight." She laughed, a seductive sound.

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue immediately knelt, turning around and raising their buttocks high in the air. Their naked forms were offered without hesitation.

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, looking back over her shoulder. "Come on, Sister Yao, spank Xin Nu's buttocks hard. Let's see if it hurts as much as the master's."

Li Que's voice was firm, her athletic buttocks presented boldly. "Sister Yu, please spank my buttocks without holding back. Show me the strength of your discipline."

Shen Mengyue spoke gently, her black hair cascading down her back. "Sister Shuang, please punish Yue Nu's buttocks to your heart's content. I welcome your reprimand."

Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao picked up the Heavenly Dao boards from a nearby rack. The heavy wooden paddles gleamed under the ethereal light. They positioned themselves behind their targets.

Su Qianyao raised the board high and brought it down on Lin Qiaoxin's right buttock. The crack echoed through the realm, and Lin Qiaoxin's flesh jiggled violently. She gasped but let out a playful yelp. "Ooh, Sister Yao has good aim!"

Hua Qianyu struck Li Que's left buttock with measured force. The slap was loud, and Li Que's muscles tensed, but she did not make a sound. Hua Qianyu landed another blow on the right, then left, then right, each stroke precise.

Bai Zhenshuang brought the board down on Shen Mengyue's right buttock with cold efficiency. The flesh flattened under the impact, then sprang back red. She struck again, alternating cheeks, her face impassive.

The spanking continued with brutal regularity. One hundred slaps landed on each woman, their buttocks turning from pink to red to deep crimson. The sound of wood meeting flesh filled the air—smack, smack, smack—each blow driving their hips forward. By two hundred strokes, their buttocks were purple and swollen, the skin tight and shiny. They whimpered but held their positions, not daring to move. By three hundred, welts had formed, crisscrossing the bruised flesh. Tears streamed down their cheeks, but they did not beg for mercy. At four hundred heavy strikes, their buttocks were beaten thoroughly—purple, pulpy, and raw. They collapsed forward, panting, their bodies trembling.

Su Qianyao set down the board, her red eyes sat

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The Wuling City Dao Seeking Gathering was a spectacle unlike any other. Cultivators from across the realm converged upon the grand plaza, their auras clashing and mingling like a storm of spiritual energy. Tiers of stone seats rose around a central arena, packed with thousands of onlookers—sect leaders, rogue cultivators, disciples, and merchants alike. The air buzzed with anticipation, for this was the premier competition of talent: combat, alchemy, divine sense, formations, and more. Winners would earn fame that echoed for centuries.

But when six figures strode into the plaza, the noise faltered. Silence rippled outward like a stone dropped into still water. Then came gasps, murmurs, and the sharp intake of breath from a thousand throats.

Lin Qiaoxin led the procession, her black low twin-tails swaying with each step. She was youthful and cute, her slender figure perfectly proportioned, but she wore nothing—absolutely nothing—save for the black slave collar encircling her throat. Her bare skin gleamed under the sun, her breasts bouncing gently with her gait, her hips swaying without a shred of modesty. She giggled, utterly unashamed, and waved at the crowd as if greeting old friends.

Behind her walked Li Que, tall and athletic, her fiery red hair tied in a high ponytail that trailed down her back. Her body was a testament to power—muscles taut beneath smooth skin, every movement fluid and deliberate. She carried herself with a pride that seemed undiminished by her nudity, her chin lifted, her gaze sweeping over the spectators with disdain. Her collar was the same: black, tight, marking her as property.

Shen Mengyue followed with measured grace. Her waist-length black hair cascaded like a silken river, and her figure embodied the perfect balance of purity and allure—fair skin, a mature woman's curves, yet a face that held the cold elegance of a sword. She moved as if she were still the sect leader she had once been, but her nakedness betrayed her. The collar was unmistakable.

Bai Zhenshuang came next, her features delicate and stern, an innate nobility radiating from her brow. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist slender, her buttocks round and prominent. She held her head high, her long black hair flowing behind her like a banner. She did not look at the crowd; she looked through them, her gaze as cold as the sword she bore on her back: Ningshuang, the Frost Sword.

Hua Qianyu's gentleness softened the procession. Her blue-green hair was loosely tied, a few strands hanging by her ears, and her face was as gentle as water. Her figure was plump and well-proportioned, her skin luminous. She smiled softly, as if she were walking through a garden of flowers rather than a gauntlet of staring eyes.

Su Qianyao brought up the rear, and she was the one who drew the most attention. Her silver hair cascaded down her back, her bright red pupils glittered with mischief. Her full breasts and plump buttocks swayed with an almost hypnotic rhythm, her slender waist curving like a serpent. She exuded allure—deliberate, intoxicating, dangerous. She licked her lips and winked at a young cultivator, who turned beet red and nearly fainted.

The crowd erupted.

"What is this?!" a middle-aged cultivator shouted, rising from his seat. "The Dao Seeking Gathering is a gathering for cultivation! What decorum is it to be naked?"

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, cupping her hands around her mouth. "So what does Xin Nu need to do? Crawl on the ground? I don't mind, but it wouldn't be convenient for participating." She turned, wiggling her bare bottom at him, and laughter rippled through the crowd—some mocking, some uneasy.

Shen Mengyue stepped forward, her voice calm and clear as a bell. "We are the female slaves of Xuanfa Heavenly Venerable. Female slaves must remain naked at all times."

Another cultivator stood, his face red with anger or embarrassment—it was hard to tell. "I didn't know naked female slaves could participate in the Dao Seeking Gathering."

Li Que snorted, crossing her arms beneath her bare breasts. "I recall the participation qualification is being a cultivator of Nascent Soul or above, not a restriction against female slaves." She turned to face him fully, her athletic body on full display. "Does that mean, sir, you lack confidence in defeating a naked female slave?"

Bai Zhenshuang's voice cut like ice. "Do you doubt your own skill because we are unclothed? Or is it that you fear the humiliation of losing to a slave?"

The cultivator sputtered, unable to find words.

A female cultivator stood, her face twisted with indignation. She was a matronly woman in flowing robes, her aura strong—late Core Formation, perhaps. "You female slaves disgrace all female cultivators! To parade yourselves like livestock—"

Hua Qianyu raised a hand, her voice soft and patient. "We have no dignity as slaves. Everything is for our master. Bearing punishment and humiliation is our duty." She smiled gently, as if explaining a simple truth to a child.

Su Qianyao sidled closer to the female cultivator, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Sister, would you like to try being spanked? Yao Nu's buttocks are beaten daily with boards, and it feels exquisite." She turned, presenting her plump rear and patting it. "The sting fades, but the heat... the heat lingers. And after, our cultivation surges."

The female cultivator recoiled as if struck. "You—you are depraved!"

Su Qianyao laughed, a silvery, musical sound. "Depraved? We are devoted. Come, sister, join us. Our master rewards obedience."

The crowd murmured, a mix of shock, disgust, and fascination. Some were appalled; others were secretly aroused, though they would never admit it. The six slaves paid them no heed. They had been trained to ignore such things.

The gathering began.

A voice boomed from the central stage: "First event: Sword Combat! Competitors, take your positions!"

Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang exchanged a glance and stepped forward. Their opponents were male cultivators—both late Nascent Soul, both with renowned reputations. They wore full robes, carried gleaming swords, and looked confident.

But as Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang walked to the arena, they simultaneously infused spiritual power into their Shadowchase Belts.

The belts came alive.

They were thin, black, and formfitting around their waists, but when spiritual power surged through them, they transformed. A tendril of black energy lashed out from each belt, forming a wide, flat paddle that tracked the women's buttocks with predatory precision. The paddles struck—CRACK! CRACK!—two sharp, wet sounds that echoed across the plaza.

Shen Mengyue's buttocks rippled, waves of flesh jiggling from the impact. A red handprint bloomed across her pale skin. She did not flinch. Her eyes remained steady, her hand resting on Zixia's hilt.

Bai Zhenshuang's full buttocks absorbed the blow with a shudder, a bright red mark appearing on her right cheek. She blinked once, then drew her sword. "Let us begin."

The paddles struck again—CRACK! CRACK!—as they assumed combat stances. The cultivators across from them looked bewildered, their focus wavering.

"You—you are being beaten," one stammered.

Shen Mengyue stepped forward, her sword flashing. "We are always being beaten." Her sword met his in a shower of sparks. "You should focus on the battle."

The paddles continued relentlessly. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Each strike was a full-force spank that would have brought most cultivators to their knees. But Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang moved as if the blows were a gentle breeze. Their forms were perfect—sword strokes precise, footwork flawless. They parried, feinted, and struck with the cold efficiency of masters.

Bai Zhenshuang's opponent tried to use her nudity against her, aiming a glancing blow at her bare thigh. She sidestepped, her buttocks taking another paddle strike with a loud SMACK, and drove her sword tip into his aura shield. "You underestimate me." Her voice was ice. "I am not ashamed. I am Xuanfa's slave. I am beyond shame."

The paddles struck faster now—CRACK-CRACK-CRACK!—as if punishing them for speaking. But they fought on, and within a few minutes, both opponents were disarmed and defeated, their robes torn, their pride shattered.

The crowd stared in silence. No one had expected this.

Meanwhile, Li Que and Hua Qianyu moved to the alchemy competition. Hua Qianyu set up her cauldron, her hands steady as she sorted herbs. Li Que stood behind her, her flame-touched hands ready. The presiding elder announced the ingredients: "Refine the Ninefold Purifying Pill. Time limit: one hour."

As Hua Qianyu began, her belt lashed out—CRACK! CRACK!—striking her plump buttocks with brutal force. She gasped softly, her hands faltering for a moment, then steadied. Her face flushed, but she continued mixing.

Li Que's belt also struck, the paddle slapping her athletic rear with sharp cracks. She grunted, her flame-imbued fingers sparking. "Fire, Qianyu. Focus on the fire."

Hua Qianyu nodded, her body swaying as the paddle struck again—CRACK!—and she added herbs to the cauldron. "The heat... the heat must be even..."

Li Que channeled her flame, a stream of controlled fire that wrapped around the cauldron. Her belt struck again—CRACK!—and she gritted her teeth. "I have this. You focus on the pill."

The other alchemists—cultivators in flowing robes, their brows furrowed with concentration—kept glancing at the two naked women being spanked. Some fumbled their ingredients. One spilled a vial of essence, his hands trembling.

Hua Qianyu's belt struck her buttocks ten times in rapid succession, each blow landing on the same reddened spot. She moaned softly, her knees buckling, but she caught herself. "Almost... almost there..."

The pill glowed, and she sealed it with a final hand gesture. The elder examined it and declared, "Grade: Supreme. Time: twenty-three minutes."

Li Que's belt struck her one last time—CRACK!—and she exhaled, sweat beading on her brow. She smirked at the other contestants. "Is that all?"

Lin Qiaoxin took her position in the formation competition. The arena was a grid of glowing nodes, and her opponent—a man with a long beard and intricate robes—had already set up a defensive array. "You think you can overcome my Ten Thousand Petals Formation while being spanked?" he mocked.

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, her youthful face bright with amusement. "Xin Nu doesn't think. Xin Nu knows." She infused her belt with power. CRACK! CRACK! The paddle struck her slender buttocks, making her jump slightly. "Ooh, that's a good one!"

She began placing formation flags, her movements quick and precise. The paddle struck again—CRACK!—and she laughed. "Master says punishment sharpens the mind! I think he's right!" She winked at the crowd.

Her opponent tried to disrupt her by sending motes of spiritual energy toward her exposed body. She ignored them, her formation taking shape faster than he could react. Her belt struck—CRACK!—and she laid the final flag. A brilliant light erupted, and his formation collapsed.

"What—how?" he stammered.

"Xin Nu has been spanked every day for decades," she said, patting her reddened buttocks. "A little whipping during a competition is just background noise."

Su Qianyao took the divine sense competition. She sat cross-legged in the center of a soundproofed chamber, her naked body on display to the audience through a transparent barrier. Her opponent was a stern woman in black, a specialist in mental attacks.

The elder raised a hand. "Begin."

Su Qianyao's belt struck immediately—CRACK! CRACK!—and her buttocks jiggled with the impact. She moaned, but her red eyes sparkled. "Ah, that's the spot."

The opponent launched a mental assault: a storm of needles aimed at Su Qianyao's consciousness. Su Qianyao's divine sense expanded, wrapping around the attack like silk. Her belt struck—CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!—three rapid blows that made her hips buck. She gasped, but her fo

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The sky above Zehuang Sect had never seen such a gathering. An army of one hundred thousand female cultivators stretched across the plains, their formations precise, their auras blazing with righteous fury. At their head stood Nangong Wan and Zhiyun, both experts at the late Soul Transformation stage. Nangong Wan's voice thundered across the distance as she transmitted her words to every corner of the sect.

"Xuanfa of Zehuang Sect! You have enslaved our sisters, defiled the dignity of female cultivators, and brought shame upon the cultivation world. Surrender now, release all those you have wronged, and we may yet show mercy."

Silence answered her. The gates of Zehuang Sect remained closed, and for a long moment, nothing stirred.

Then the gates swung open.

Six figures emerged, walking slowly, calmly. Not a shred of panic or urgency marked their steps. They moved as though they were strolling through a garden, their bare feet padding softly against the stone path. Each of them was completely naked, their bodies exposed to the cool air and the eyes of the hundred thousand cultivators who had come to judge them. Black slave collars encircled their necks, glinting dully in the sunlight.

Lin Qiaoxin led the group, her black low twin-tails bouncing lightly with each step. Her youthful face carried a playful smirk, her slender and well-proportioned figure on full display. Her skin was fair and smooth, her breasts pert and firm, her waist narrow and flexible. She walked with a light, carefree gait, as if she had not a worry in the world.

Beside her strode Li Que, tall and athletic, her fiery red hair tied in a high ponytail that swayed behind her. Her body was a testament to strength and discipline—defined muscles beneath smooth skin, broad shoulders, a flat stomach, and powerful thighs. Her breasts were full and firm, her buttocks round and high, the muscles there clearly accustomed to hard use. Her expression was disdainful as she scanned the massive army before her.

Shen Mengyue followed, her waist-length black hair flowing behind her like a silken river. Her figure was the perfect blend of purity and allure, her skin like fine jade, her breasts ample and full, her waist slender, her hips wide and rounded. Her face was calm, almost serene, as if she were observing something of little consequence. The black collar around her neck seemed almost decorative against her elegant bearing.

Bai Zhenshuang walked with an air of cold nobility, her delicate and stern features set in an expression of icy disdain. Her body was striking—full and firm breasts, a slender waist, and round, full buttocks that curved beautifully. Her long black hair fell straight down her back, and her bare skin seemed to gleam with a faint, frosty light. She did not look at the army; she looked through them.

Hua Qianyu had a gentle face like still water, her blue-green hair loosely tied behind her, a few strands hanging by her ears. Her figure was plump and well-proportioned, every curve soft and inviting. Her breasts were heavy, her waist soft, her hips wide and motherly. She walked with a serene grace, her expression warm and untroubled.

Su Qianyao brought up the rear, and she was a vision of pure enchantment. Her silver long hair cascaded down her back, her bright red pupils gleaming with mischief. Her face was delicate and alluring, with a natural charm that could bewitch any who looked too long. Her body was full and luscious—heavy breasts, a narrow waist, and plump, round buttocks that swayed provocatively with each step. She smiled as she walked, as if she were about to enjoy a delightful game.

The contrast between these six naked women and the fully armored, righteous army of one hundred thousand was stark. The female cultivators of the army wore robes of various sects, carrying swords and artifacts, their faces set with determination. And before them stood six women who had shed all pretense, all armor, all dignity—and who seemed utterly unashamed.

Zhiyun stepped forward, her face twisted with disgust and rage as her gaze fell upon Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, and Hua Qianyu. "Shen Mengyue! You were the sect leader of Xianxia Sect! Bai Zhenshuang, you led Tianjian Sect with honor! Hua Qianyu, you were the valley master of Baihua Valley! How can you debase yourselves so? How can you willingly become his slaves, parade your naked bodies before the world, and shame every female cultivator who ever looked up to you?"

Hua Qianyu's gentle smile did not waver. She placed a hand over her heart, her soft voice carrying clearly. "Being Master's female slave is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to Yu Nu. Before I served Master, I was lost. Now I have purpose. I have discipline. I have guidance. How can that be shame?"

Shen Mengyue's voice was calm, almost clinical. "Under Master's spanking punishment, Yue Slave has already improved a great deal. My cultivation is purer. My mind is clearer. My body knows its place. There is no shame in that, Zhiyun. There is only growth."

Bai Zhenshuang's cold voice cut through the air like a blade of ice. "Shuang Nu once disrespected Master. She was punished with spanking and taken in. Afterwards, Shuang Nu came to understand her mistakes. A female cultivator's buttocks exist for correction. That is the truth of our path."

Nangong Wan's eyes blazed. "Enough of this twisted nonsense! Release my younger sister Nangong Xue immediately, or we will tear this sect down stone by stone!"

Su Qianyao giggled, her bright red eyes sparkling with delight. "It took no small effort for Yao Nu to coax Sister Xue over. How could we just hand her back? She was so resistant at first, but now she is beginning to understand. Another few months of discipline, and she will be a proper female slave."

Lin Qiaoxin chuckled, her voice light and teasing. "How about Sister Wan waits a bit more? Maybe Nangong Xue will come to enjoy being spanked, just like we have. It is a wonderful thing, being corrected by Master."

Li Que sneered, crossing her arms beneath her full breasts. "Nangong Xue was quite stubborn when she first arrived. But after I beat her buttocks raw a few times, now she weeps and begs for mercy as soon as she sees a paddle. She is learning. Slowly, but learning."

Nangong Wan's fury was palpable. "You six are beyond redemption!"

Lin Qiaoxin stepped forward, her playful demeanor hardening into something sharp. "A female cultivator's buttocks are meant to be spanked—and spanked hard and painfully. That is the natural order of things. We female slaves obediently accept Master's spanking punishment every day. And now a bunch of female cultivators dare to spout nonsense before our Zehuang Gate, defying our sect's dignity. This matter will not end lightly."

Shen Mengyue's voice was quiet but firm. "Master will personally come down with punishment. He will beat your buttocks raw countless times."

"You will all learn," Bai Zhenshuang said coldly, drawing the sword Ningshuang from the air. "Your pride will not protect your backsides."

With that, the six female slaves launched themselves at the army of one hundred thousand.

The battle was swift and brutal. The army had expected resistance, but not this. The six female cultivators moved with a speed and power that defied their realm. Having been spanked on the buttocks countless times by Xuanfa, their bodies were tempered to a supernatural degree. Their endurance was immense, their pain tolerance extraordinary, and their cultivation had been refined through fire and paddle.

Lin Qiaoxin's formations bloomed beneath her enemies' feet, binding them in place. Li Que's flames roared like living things, scorching robes and skin alike. Shen Mengyue's Zixia sword sang through the air, its purple light cutting through formations and defenses. Bai Zhenshuang's Ningshuang sword left trails of frost, freezing weapons and cultivators in their tracks. Hua Qianyu's healing hands kept her sisters in peak condition, her supportive spells amplifying their strength. Su Qianyao's seduction techniques confused and disoriented entire battalions, making them easy prey.

Fifty exchanges. That was all it took.

Nangong Wan and Zhiyun fought valiantly, but they could not overcome the six. The female slaves moved as one, their coordination perfect after decades of shared punishment and shared purpose. When the final formation crumbled and the last resistance fell, the six female slaves stood victorious among the dazed and defeated army.

Then they cast their spells together.

A wave of spiritual power rippled outward, and the robes of every single female cultivator in the army of one hundred thousand tore into shreds and fell away. In an instant, a hundred thousand naked female cultivators stood exposed, their modesty shattered, their dignity stripped along with their clothes.

Before they could react, a pressure descended from the heavens.

Xuanfa appeared, floating above them, his black training clothes crisp and sharp against the sky. His face was cold, handsome, utterly expressionless. He looked down at the sea of naked female cultivators as one might look at ants. His mere presence rendered every single one of them immobile, frozen in place by his overwhelming aura.

"A bunch of clueless female cultivators," he said, his voice like ice, "dare to unite and attack my sect. You dare to defy me. I will make you all taste the punishment of having your buttocks beaten raw."

He raised a finger.

Nangong Wan and Zhiyun found themselves forced to their knees, their bodies bent forward until their buttocks were raised high, fully exposed to the sky. Two Celestial Wooden Boards appeared behind them, gleaming with a faint spiritual light. The boards began to strike.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Each strike landed with perfect precision, the hard wood connecting with Nangong Wan's full buttocks. She gritted her teeth, her face contorted with pain, but she refused to cry out. She was a Soul Transformation expert. She had endured much. She could endure this.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Zhiyun's buttocks, pale and round, began to redden under the assault. She clenched her jaw, her eyes blazing with defiance. "You will not—crack!—break me, Xuanfa!"

The first hundred strikes were met with silence, with clenched teeth, with defiant glares.

At two hundred, Nangong Wan's breath began to hitch. Her buttocks were a deep, angry red, the skin already swelling. Each strike sent a jolt of searing pain through her entire body.

At three hundred, a tear slipped down Zhiyun's cheek. She bit her lip so hard she drew blood.

At four hundred, Nangong Wan let out a choked sob. Her buttocks were black and purple now, the skin cracking in places, blood beginning to seep through the damaged tissue. The pain was beyond anything she had ever experienced.

At five hundred, both women were weeping openly, their voices hoarse from screams they could no longer hold back. Their buttocks were a ruined mess of black, purple, and red, swollen to twice their normal size. Blood dripped down their thighs. They could barely breathe through the agony.

The boards stopped.

Xuanfa's cold eyes swept over the hundred thousand naked, immobile female cultivators before him. He spoke, and his voice carried to every ear.

"Your alliance with Nangong Wan and Zhiyun to rebel against me is a grave crime. The chief offenders, Nangong Wan and Zhiyun, will be spanked five hundred times daily. The others will be spanked two hundred times daily."

A wave of despair rippled through the army. Many female cultivators burst into tears on the spot. Many fell to their knees, kowtowing, begging for mercy, their voices rising in a chorus of regret.

"Please! We were misled!"

"Mercy! We did not know!"

"We repent! Please show mercy!"

Xuanfa showed no leniency. He waved his hand, and a vast space opened near the Zehuang Gate, an area of bare earth and stone. All one hundred thousand female cultivators found themselves force

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The morning sun cast its pale light over Wuling City as the six female slaves of Xuanfa Celestial Venerable stood naked in the central square. Before them, thousands of female cultivators had gathered—sect leaders, elders, disciples, and rogue cultivators alike. The air was thick with tension and uncertainty.

Lin Qiaoxin stepped forward, her low twin-tails swaying as she giggled. "Alright, alright, settle down everyone. Your Xin Slave has wonderful news to share."

Li Que crossed her arms, her fiery red ponytail catching the breeze. "Que Nu's master has accomplished something unprecedented."

Shen Mengyue stood tall and calm, her waist-length black hair flowing behind her. "Master has created a Great Dao."

The assembled female cultivators murmured among themselves. A Great Dao? Such a thing had not been achieved since the ancient times.

Bai Zhenshuang's cold voice cut through the noise. "The Spanking Dao. Our master has established the Dao of punishing and chastising female cultivators, of heavily spanking their buttocks."

Hua Qianyu nodded gently, her blue-green hair drifting. "It is now one of the fundamental laws of heaven and earth."

Su Qianyao laughed, her silver hair shimmering as she ran her hands over her own full buttocks. "Yao Nu thinks it's wonderful. Now all姐妹们 will understand what we've known all along."

Lin Qiaoxin clapped her hands together. "Go ahead, try to sense it yourselves. Xin Slave promises you'll find it's true."

Many of the female cultivators closed their eyes, extending their spiritual senses to probe the fabric of reality. Their faces shifted from doubt to shock to resignation. Indeed, a new Dao had woven itself into the very structure of heaven and earth—the Spanking Dao, a law that demanded the daily punishment of female cultivators' buttocks.

Li Que smirked. "Que Nu's master is the strongest in the world. He says all female cultivators should be spanked, so all female cultivators shall be spanked."

Shen Mengyue spoke with measured calm. "Female cultivators being spanked is now a heavenly law. Please conduct yourselves accordingly."

Bai Zhenshuang's eyes held a distant coldness. "Shuang Nu used to be proud and arrogant, the sect leader of Tianjian Sect. But after being punished by Master and tamed into a slave, she understood that a female cultivator's buttocks should be severely punished."

Hua Qianyu's voice was warm and soothing. "Don't be afraid of spanking, everyone. Though it hurts, it is also part of cultivation. Your Qianyu Slave has found much peace in accepting this."

Su Qianyao laughed seductively and patted her own round buttocks. "Yao Nu doesn't care about any of that. As long as she gets spanked every day, that's fine."

Lin Qiaoxin grinned mischievously. "Now, to show you all what true spanking looks like, your six slaves will demonstrate."

Without hesitation, the six women turned and knelt in a row, presenting their bare buttocks to the assembled crowd. Four Celestial Wooden Boards materialized behind each slave—two floating on the left, two on the right.

"Watch closely," Shen Mengyue said calmly.

The boards descended.

The first strike landed on Lin Qiaoxin's left buttock with a sharp crack that echoed across the square. She gasped, her body jolting forward, but she held her position. Another strike hit her right cheek, and then the boards began a steady rhythm—left, right, left, right—each impact sending ripples through her flesh.

Beside her, Li Que grunted as the boards struck her athletic buttocks. Her proud face contorted with each blow, but she kept her back arched perfectly, offering her rear without resistance. The boards left red marks that quickly swelled into purple bruises.

Shen Mengyue's pale buttocks received the punishment with dignity. Each strike made her body tremble, but her expression remained composed, tears only beginning to gather at the corners of her eyes after the hundredth strike.

Bai Zhenshuang's full, firm buttocks jiggled violently under the assault. The cold sword immortal gritted her teeth, her knuckles white where she gripped her thighs. The boards left deep impressions, her skin turning from white to red to purple.

Hua Qianyu whimpered with each strike, her gentle nature making her more sensitive to the pain. Yet she kept her plump buttocks raised high, accepting the punishment with the same kindness she showed her spiritual herbs.

Su Qianyao moaned with each impact, her silver hair splaying across the ground as her body rocked forward and back. The boards struck her full, round buttocks with particular vigor, and though tears streamed down her face, a strange smile played at her lips.

The strikes continued without pause. Two hundred. Three hundred. The female cultivators in the square watched in stunned silence as the six slaves' buttocks became increasingly battered.

At four hundred strikes, Lin Qiaoxin was sobbing openly. "Xin... Xin Slave... thanks Master..."

Li Que's voice cracked. "Que... Que Nu... deserves this..."

Shen Mengyue's composure finally broke, tears dripping onto the stone beneath her. "Yue... Yue Slave... accepts..."

Bai Zhenshuang's cold facade shattered. "Shuang... Shuang Nu... is grateful..."

Hua Qianyu's gentle sobs filled the air. "Qianyu... Qianyu Slave... thanks Master..."

Su Qianyao laughed through her tears. "Yao... Yao Nu... loves this..."

At five hundred strikes, the six women collapsed onto the ground. Their buttocks were purple and swollen, covered in bruises and welts. Their bodies shook uncontrollably, tears and sweat soaking their faces. Yet their expressions held nothing but submission and acceptance.

Lin Qiaoxin lifted her head weakly. "Do you see? This is spanking. A female cultivator's buttocks are born to be severely spanked."

The assembled female cultivators stared in horror and awe. Some wept silently. Others trembled. But none could deny what they had seen.

From that day forward, the rules of the cultivation world were completely rewritten. Every female cultivator over eighteen, regardless of realm or status, had to undergo daily spanking punishment. At the designated hour, they would strip naked, kneel, and raise their buttocks to receive one hundred strikes each.

In the Baihua Valley, Hua Qianyu's former disciples now knelt in neat rows, their bare buttocks glowing red under the descending spanking tools. The valley echoed with their cries, but not one of them tried to avoid punishment.

At Tianjian Sect, Bai Zhenshuang's former sword sisters knelt on the training grounds, their proud buttocks offered up for correction. The sword maidens who once boasted of their invincibility now sobbed with each strike, their tails raised high.

In the markets of Wuling City, female merchants and cultivators alike paused their transactions when the punishment hour arrived. They stripped without hesitation, knelt in the streets, and raised their buttocks for the spanking tools that appeared from thin air. Buyers and sellers alike endured their strokes before resuming business.

Even in the middle of battle, when two female cultivators clashed, they would separate at the appointed time, strip, kneel, and receive their spankings before continuing their duel.

It had become as natural as breathing.

Ten years passed, and in the Xuantian Realm, the six female slaves knelt in a circle around their master, their pale buttocks raised high. Xuanfa walked among them, his hand descending occasionally to spank one or another at his whim.

Lin Qiaoxin giggled as a sharp slap landed on her right cheek. "Xin Slave is so happy that Master's Dao is complete. Now all female cultivators understand what we've always known."

Li Que arched her back proudly. "Que Nu's master is the strongest in the world. Que Nu is honored to be spanked by him every day."

Shen Mengyue spoke calmly. "Yue Slave is grateful for Master's discipline. It has brought order to the cultivation world."

Bai Zhenshuang, her belly now swollen with pregnancy, kept her cold composure. "Shuang Nu never imagined she would bear Master's child. It is the greatest honor."

Hua Qianyu gently caressed her own pregnant belly. "Qianyu Slave will teach her daughter to be a good slave, just as Shen Xingmian, Lin Yuxin, and Li Yunling have been taught."

Su Qianyao laughed, her pregnant form still full of seductive charm. "Yao Nu cannot wait to give birth to another little slave for Master. Three more daughters to spank and train."

Xuanfa's hand came down hard on each of their buttocks in turn, and the six women cried out in pleasure and pain.

"We swear eternal submission," they said in unison. "We are willing to be slaves forever, to be spanked by Master throughout eternity."

The morning mist clung to the peaks of the Heavenly Sword Sect like a shroud of silk, softening the edges of the ancient stone steps that wound up the mountain. At the base of those steps, a figure approached with unhurried steps, her bare feet pressing against the cold, damp stone without a trace of hesitation.

Shen Mengyue walked naked through the outer gate.

The two disciples on duty froze mid-conversation, their jaws slackening as they took in the sight before them. A woman of breathtaking beauty, her waist-length black hair swaying gently with each step, her skin luminous like polished jade under the pale morning light. She carried no pack, no robe, no scrap of fabric to cover herself. In her right hand, she held a sword—Zixia, its scabbard adorned with intricate purple patterns. The blade remained sheathed, but the presence it exuded was enough to make the air hum with suppressed energy.

Around her neck, a simple black collar gleamed dully, a stark contrast to her fair skin.

“It’s... it’s the Moon Slave,” one of the disciples whispered, his voice trembling. He had heard tales of Xuanfa’s female slaves, women who went naked as a mark of their submission, their bodies displayed for all to see. But hearing about it and witnessing it were two entirely different things.

The other disciple, a young woman, blushed furiously and looked away, then forced herself to look back. There was something unnerving about Shen Mengyue’s complete lack of shame. She walked as though she were fully robed, her spine straight, her gaze forward, every curve of her body exposed without the slightest hint of self-consciousness. Her full breasts swayed gently with each step, her waist narrow and defined, her hips round and firm. The thatch of dark hair at the juncture of her thighs was a stark reminder of her vulnerability—yet she did not cover it.

Shen Mengyue paid them no mind. She had long ceased to feel shame in her nudity. When the Zehuang Celestial Venerable had claimed her as his slave decades ago, he had stripped her of more than just her clothes. He had stripped her of her pride, her title, her former identity. In their place, he had given her a new purpose: to serve, to obey, to display. A female slave did not wear garments. A female slave presented her body freely, without reservation, as a constant reminder of her place in the world.

The disciples scrambled aside as she passed, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and discomfort. Word spread quickly through the sect. By the time Shen Mengyue reached the main square before the Heavenly Sword Sect’s grand hall, a crowd had gathered. Dozens of cultivators in white-and-blue robes stood in clusters, staring at the naked woman who had so brazenly entered their territory.

“Is that Shen Mengyue? The former sect leader of the Immortal Mist Sect?” someone murmured.

“The Moon Slave, they call her now. One of Xuanfa’s most trusted.”

“Why is she here? And why is she... like that?”

Shen Mengyue stopped at the center of the square, her bare feet planted firmly on the paving stones. She raised her head, her voice cutting through the murmurs like a blade through silk. She used a sound transmission technique, her words amplified to ring through every hall and corridor of the sect.

“Bai Zhenshuang, sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect. I, Shen Mengyue, Moon Slave of the Zehuang Celestial Venerable, have come bearing my master’s decree. Present yourself immediately.”

The name carried weight. The disciples fell silent, exchanging uneasy glances. Even the elders who had emerged from the hall paused, their hands resting on their sword hilts but not drawing. No one dared to make a move against the Moon Slave. It was well known that Xuanfa’s three female slaves—the Heart Slave, the Bird Slave, and the Moon Slave—were not merely ornaments. They were warriors of formidable skill, each having undergone rigorous training and countless disciplinary sessions under Xuanfa’s unforgiving hand. To challenge one was to invite the wrath of the Zehuang Sect itself.

A moment of stillness. Then the doors of the grand hall slid open, and Bai Zhenshuang stepped out.

She was a vision of cold elegance. Her long black hair fell straight past her shoulders, framing a face of delicate, stern features. Her eyes were like frozen lakes, pale and clear, holding no warmth but also no hostility—only a calm, steady assessment. Her figure was lean and athletic, with full, firm breasts that strained against the fabric of her white sect robe, a slender waist, and hips that curved gracefully beneath the layered silk. In her hand, she held her sword, Ningshuang, its scabbard pale blue like winter ice.

She stopped at the top of the steps, looking down at the naked woman in the square. For a brief moment, surprise flickered in her eyes. She had heard of Shen Mengyue’s status, but seeing the former sect leader of Immortal Mist standing bare before her, displaying her body without a trace of shame, was still jarring. The surprise passed quickly, replaced by that calm, unreadable expression.

“Moon Slave,” Bai Zhenshuang said, her voice cool and level. “State your master’s decree.”

Shen Mengyue did not bow. She stood tall, her voice carrying clearly across the square. “Bai Zhenshuang, for speaking disrespectfully of the Zehuang Sect, you are to be punished. You will remove all your garments, kneel at the mountain entrance of the Zehuang Sect, present your buttocks, and accept one hundred lashes of the Heavenly Dao Board each day for ten years. This is considered a minor punishment.”

A wave of outrage rippled through the gathered disciples. Several hands went to sword hilts. Angry murmurs erupted.

“How dare she!”

“Sect leader, we will not stand for this humiliation!”

But Bai Zhenshuang raised a hand, silencing them immediately. Her expression remained unchanged, though a faint coldness crept into her eyes. She did not bow to pressure, and she did not submit easily. She had built the Heavenly Sword Sect through strength and will, and she would not see it cowed by Xuanfa’s decree without at least testing the mettle of his envoy.

She looked at Shen Mengyue. “And if I refuse?”

Shen Mengyue’s tone remained calm, almost gentle. “Bai Zhenshuang, I advise you to consider carefully. My master said this is only a minor punishment. If you resist, the consequences will be far more severe. He does not make empty threats.”

Bai Zhenshuang’s lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile—not warm, but not mocking either. “Everything should be decided by strength. If you wish to take me to your master’s mountain, you will have to earn that right.”

She drew her sword, Ningshuang, the blade gleaming like frozen moonlight.

Shen Mengyue’s eyes did not change. She had expected this. With a fluid motion, she slid Zixia from its scabbard, the purple light of the blade pulsing softly. The two women faced each other across the square, and the disciples scrambled back, forming a wide circle.

The battle began.

It was a clash of sword immortals, and the air itself seemed to shatter with each strike. Bai Zhenshuang’s style was precise, cold, each thrust and slash aimed with surgical accuracy. Her footwork was flawless, her body twisting and turning like a blizzard wind. Shen Mengyue matched her blow for blow, her movements elegant and fluid, the purple glow of Zixia carving arcs of light through the morning mist.

Sparks flew as blades met. The disciples watched in stunned silence. Their sect leader was renowned as one of the finest sword cultivators in the world. Yet Shen Mengyue was not merely matching her—she was pushing back.

They fought for a hundred rounds. The clash of steel echoed off the stone walls. Shen Mengyue’s breath came steady, her naked body glistening with a light sheen of sweat, her muscles flexing with each movement. Bai Zhenshuang’s robe was sliced in several places, a thin line of blood appearing on her forearm.

Then, in the hundred and first exchange, Shen Mengyue saw an opening. She twisted her wrist, disarming Bai Zhenshuang with a sharp, precise strike. Ningshuang clattered to the ground. Before Bai Zhenshuang could react, the tip of Zixia was at her throat.

The square fell silent.

Bai Zhenshuang stared at the blade, then at Shen Mengyue’s calm face. Surprise flickered again in her eyes—genuine this time. She had not expected to lose. She had not expected there to be a sword cultivator stronger than herself in the world.

“How...” she began, her voice barely a whisper.

Shen Mengyue lowered her sword. “After thousands of spankings from my master, my strength has greatly increased. The pain and humiliation are tools he uses to forge us into stronger vessels. I have already informed my master of your defiance through a transmission talisman. He says your stubborn resistance adds to your crime. You are to be taken back to the Zehuang Sect for severe punishment.”

She paused, her eyes holding Bai Zhenshuang’s gaze.

“Now, Bai Zhenshuang, you have a choice. Will you resist to the end and implicate the Heavenly Sword Sect? Or will you kneel and accept your punishment?”

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect stood frozen, their faces pale. Some looked ready to charge forward, to defend their sect leader’s honor. But Bai Zhenshuang raised her hand once more, silencing them with a gesture.

Her voice, when she spoke, was cold but calm. “Since I, Bai Zhenshuang, am not as skilled as Shen Mengyue and have lost, I willingly accept all punishment. Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, do not seek revenge for me. This is my own matter.”

She knelt on the cold stone.

With steady hands, she unfastened her robe. The white silk fell away, pooling around her knees. She shrugged off her inner garments, baring her shoulders, her back, her breasts. The disciples gasped. Some turned away, unable to watch. Others stared in disbelief as their proud, aloof sect leader stripped herself naked before them.

Bai Zhenshuang’s body was a study in pale perfection. Her shoulders were straight, her collarbones delicate. Her breasts were full and firm, tipped with pale pink, rising and falling with steady breaths. Her waist was slender, her hips round and wide, the curve of her buttocks smooth and inviting. Between her legs, a neat triangle of dark hair. She knelt with her hands on her thighs, her head held high, her expression unreadable.

Shen Mengyue stepped forward, a length of black metal chain in her hand—an Immortal Binding Lock. She wrapped it around Bai Zhenshuang’s neck, the cold links settling against her skin. The lock clicked shut.

“You will crawl,” Shen Mengyue said, her voice soft but firm.

Bai Zhenshuang hesitated for only a moment. Then she lowered herself onto her hands and knees, her bare breasts brushing against the stone, her buttocks raised behind her. The disciples watched in horror and fascination as their naked sect leader crawled after the naked Moon Slave, the chain leading her like a beast.

Shen Mengyue stopped in front of the grand hall. She turned to face the gathered disciples, her voice carrying.

“Bai Zhenshuang has committed two crimes. First, disrespect toward the Zehuang Sect. Second, stubborn resistance to punishment. As per my master’s decree, she is to be publicly spanked four hundred times in the main hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect as an example. Then she will be taken to the Zehuang Sect for further punishment.”

She looked down at Bai Zhenshuang. “Present yourself.”

Bai Zhenshuang crawled to the center of the hall, where the stone floor was smooth and cold. She positioned herself as instructed: bent over, her knees spread wide, her upper body pressed flat against the floor. Her arms were stretched out in front of her, palms down. She arched her back, pushing her buttocks high into the air, presenting the full, round globes for all to see.

Shen Mengyue looked at the sword in her hand. “My master has specified the instrument of punishment,” she said.

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Li Que strode through the entrance of Baihua Valley, her bare feet pressing firmly against the stone path that wound between countless blooming flowers. Her fiery red hair was tied high in a ponytail, swaying with each confident step. Her tall, athletic body was completely naked, every curve and muscle exposed to the bright sunlight that filtered through the canopy of blossoms. The black slave collar around her neck gleamed dully, a stark mark of ownership against her sun-kissed skin.

The disciples of Baihua Valley froze in their tasks. A young woman tending to a bed of moonlotus dropped her watering vessel, the clay shattering against the ground. A pair of junior disciples carrying baskets of herbs stopped mid-conversation, their mouths falling open. Some blushed furiously and turned away. Others stared in shock, unable to comprehend why a cultivator of such obvious power would parade herself in such a manner.

Li Que paid them no mind. Her gaze swept across the valley with the calm pride of one who had long surpassed shame. She had been stripped naked by Xuanfa's decree countless times. She had been bent over and spanked before assemblies of thousands, had crawled on her hands and knees like a female dog through the streets of the Zehuang Sect's outer city. Each humiliation had been reforged into a new kind of pride—the pride of a female slave who understood her place. A slave's body was her master's possession to display, to punish, to use. There was no shame in that. Only truth.

She stopped in the center of the main courtyard, crossing her arms and waiting. The disciples around her whispered frantically, some running deeper into the valley to report.

Soon, a group of figures emerged from the largest hall. At their head walked Hua Qianyu, the Valley Master of Baihua Valley. Her blue-green hair was loosely tied behind her head, a few strands hanging delicately by her ears, swaying with her graceful steps. Her face was soft and gentle, features arranged in an expression of natural warmth and kindness. She wore a flowing robe of pale green silk, embroidered with silver thread in patterns of blooming flowers. Her figure was plump and well-proportioned, full in all the right places, yet carried with an air of refined dignity.

When Hua Qianyu saw Li Que standing naked in her courtyard, her eyes widened. She recognized the fiery hair, the athletic build, the arrogant set of the shoulders. This was Xuanfa's Que Slave—Li Que, once the deputy sect leader of the Zhuque Sect, a master of flame cultivation who had been considered nearly unbeatable at the late Nascent Soul realm. Now she stood bare before the world, wearing nothing but a slave's collar and a look of absolute confidence.

"Que Slave," Hua Qianyu said, her voice cool as she approached. She stopped a few paces away, her disciples forming a nervous semi-circle behind her. "Why have you come to my valley unclothed and unannounced?"

Li Que's lips curled into a faint smile. She raised her hand, and a transmission talisman appeared between her fingers, glowing with Xuanfa's spiritual signature. "I bring the master's decree," she said, her voice carrying clearly across the courtyard. "Hua Qianyu, your disciples once occupied the Zehuang Sect's medicine garden, harvesting spirit herbs that did not belong to them. The master has rendered judgment."

Hua Qianyu's face tightened. She had heard of this incident—some of her more ambitious inner disciples had crossed the border, thinking the garden was abandoned. She had punished them already, or so she thought.

"The disciples who occupied the garden are to remove all their clothes," Li Que continued, her voice flat and cold. "They are to kneel at the mountain entrance of the Zehuang Sect, stick out their buttocks, and accept punishment. One hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao Board every day for ten years. This is considered a minor punishment."

Gasps rose from the assembled Baihua Valley disciples. Tears appeared in the eyes of several younger cultivators. Ten years of daily public spanking with the Heavenly Dao Board—a punishment that would leave their buttocks raw and bleeding every single day, that would strip them of all dignity before the entire cultivation world.

"Hua Qianyu," Li Que said, her gaze locking onto the Valley Master, "as the one who failed to discipline your disciples, you will be punished as well."

Hua Qianyu's hands trembled slightly, but she kept her composure. She could not allow her disciples to suffer such a fate. Many of them were young, barely in the Golden Core realm. Such punishment would break them. "I cannot accept this judgment," she said, her voice steady despite the fear in her heart. "The disciples acted wrongly, but this punishment is too severe. I will fight you, Que Slave. If I win, you will take a more lenient message back to the Celestial Venerable."

Li Que laughed—a short, sharp sound. "Fight me? You think you can defeat me?"

"I have no choice but to try." Hua Qianyu drew her sword, a blade of pale green crystal that hummed with healing energy. Around her, spiritual light gathered, forming protective wards.

Li Que raised her hands, and flames erupted around her body. The heat was immediate, causing the flowers in the nearby beds to wilt and curl. The disciples of Baihua Valley scrambled backward, shielding their faces.

The battle was fierce but brief. Hua Qianyu was skilled, her sword dancing with precision, her healing arts allowing her to recover from burns almost as quickly as they appeared. But Li Que had been trained by Xuanfa himself, honed through decades of discipline and punishment into a weapon of terrifying efficiency. Her flames were not ordinary fire—they burned with the intensity of a phoenix's rage, laced with the spiritual pressure of a late Nascent Soul cultivator who had been broken and reforged into something harder.

A spear of condensed flame pierced through Hua Qianyu's final ward. The force of the impact hurled her backward, crashing into the stone steps of her own main hall. Her sword clattered from her grip. She lay gasping, her robes singed and smoking, her body aching from the assault.

Li Que stood over her, flames still flickering around her fists. She reached into a small storage pouch tied to her ankle and withdrew a transmission talisman. She crushed it with her fingers, and Xuanfa's voice emerged, cold and resonant, carrying across the entire valley.

"Hua Qianyu and the disciples of Baihua Valley have stubbornly resisted my decree, adding to their crimes. Hua Qianyu is to be taken back to the Zehuang Sect for severe punishment. All disciples involved in the resistance will also be severely spanked, in addition to their original sentence."

The disciples of Baihua Valley burst into tears. Some fell to their knees. Others clutched each other, sobbing with fear and despair. Hua Qianyu's heart clenched painfully at the sound of her disciples' weeping.

"No," she said, struggling to her knees. She crawled forward, ignoring the pain in her battered body, and pressed her forehead to the ground before Li Que. "Please. Punish me alone. Take all the punishment onto me. I will accept double, triple, whatever the Celestial Venerable commands. But spare my disciples. They are young. They followed my orders poorly, but the fault is ultimately mine. I failed to teach them properly."

Li Que watched impassively as the Valley Master of Baihua Valley kowtowed before her, naked arrogance meeting desperate humility.

"Please," Hua Qianyu said again, her voice cracking. "Let me bear it all. I beg you. Send a message to your master. Tell him I will accept any punishment, no matter how severe. Just let my disciples go free."

Li Que was silent for a long moment. Then she activated another talisman. Xuanfa's response came quickly: "If Hua Qianyu insists on bearing the punishment alone, she will receive a severe sentence. I will decide the specifics upon her arrival at the Zehuang Sect. But for now, she is to be punished publicly in Baihua Valley as originally decreed, with the same four hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao Board. Her disciples will watch. That is the price of her confession."

Hua Qianyu's shoulders sagged with relief. Four hundred strikes, public, before her disciples. It was a terrible punishment. But her disciples would not suffer. She would take their pain onto her own body.

She rose to her feet with what dignity she could muster. Her hands moved to the fastenings of her robes. The green silk fell away, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of the circle of fabric, standing naked before her disciples, before Li Que, before the entire valley. Her plump, well-proportioned body was fully exposed. She did not try to cover herself. She knelt, pressed her forehead to the ground once more, and kowtowed three times.

"Thank the Celestial Venerable for his mercy," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Li Que produced an Immortal Binding Lock—a thin chain of black metal that glowed with restrictive runes. She stepped forward and fastened it around Hua Qianyu's neck. The chain was cold against the Valley Master's skin.

"Rise and crawl," Li Que commanded.

Hua Qianyu got to her hands and knees. The stone path was rough against her palms and knees as she crawled forward, led by the chain in Li Que's hand. Her disciples watched in shock and horror as their revered Valley Master, naked and collared, crawled step by humiliating step through her own valley, past the gardens she had tended for centuries, past the halls where she had healed countless wounded cultivators.

They reached the main hall. The great doors were thrown open. Inside, the floor was polished stone, cold and hard. Li Que led Hua Qianyu to the center of the hall, where the afternoon sunlight streamed through open windows, illuminating the space.

"Your crimes," Li Que announced, her voice carrying to every disciple who had crowded in the doorway and windows, "are failure to discipline your disciples and violent resistance to the Celestial Venerable's lawful punishment. For these crimes, you will be publicly spanked four hundred times in this hall. Afterward, you will be taken to the Zehuang Sect for further judgment."

Hua Qianyu nodded silently. She positioned herself as she had seen other slaves positioned countless times. She bent over and knelt, lowering her upper body until her chest touched the floor, her arms stretched forward. Her buttocks rose high into the air, fully exposed, round and full and vulnerable. She closed her eyes and waited.

But Li Que did not immediately summon the Heavenly Dao Boards. Instead, she raised her hand and used her spiritual power to reach across the valley, pulling herbs from the medicine garden at a distance. Several plants flew through the open windows, guided by her will. They landed before her—dark green stalks covered in fine, almost invisible hairs. Stinging nettle.

Hua Qianyu's eyes flew open when she saw the plants. She was a master of herbs and alchemy. She recognized them instantly. Stinging nettle caused unbearable itching upon contact. Even a brush against the leaves could drive a person mad with the sensation. And she had a large pile of them, freshly juiced into a viscous paste.

Li Que used her spiritual power to lift the paste and spread it evenly across Hua Qianyu's raised buttocks. The green liquid coated every inch of the pale skin, settling into the crease between her thighs, covering the full curves of each cheek, dripping slightly down toward her tailbone.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then the itching began.

It started as a mild tingle, almost pleasant. Then it grew, spreading like wildfire across her skin. Within seconds, Hua Qianyu was writhing. The sensation was beyond anything she had ever experienced—a maddening, crawling, burning itch that seemed to come from beneath her skin. She pressed her thighs together, trying to get some relief, but that only spread the sensation.

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