The Punishment of Heavenly Lord Xuanfa Part 2

The morning sun cast long shadows across the marble plaza of Zehuang Sect as Xuanfa walked slowly along the main path, three dog leashes held loosely in his right hand. At the other end of those leashes, crawling on hands and knees, were Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue—three women who had once commanded respect and fear across the cultivation world. Now they moved with perfect obedience, their naked bodies glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, black slave collars tight around their throats, breasts swaying with each crawling step.

Female disciples of the sect bowed deeply as the procession passed, their own naked forms pressed low in reverence. None dared meet the eyes of the three grand elders, for even in their submissive state, the power radiating from them was palpable. The air around them shimmered with barely contained spiritual energy.

Xuanfa stopped at the center of the plaza, before a towering obsidian statue of himself. He released the leashes and turned to face his three slaves. His black training clothes were immaculate, not a thread out of place, and his face revealed nothing—no pleasure, no pride, no cruelty. Only cold efficiency.

"You three have broken through to the late Divine Transformation stage, correct?"

The three women immediately prostrated themselves, foreheads touching the cool stone. Lin Qiaoxin spoke first, her usual playful tone subdued but warm. "Thanks to our master's spanking of our buttocks and the spiritual energy of the Xuantian Realm, we were able to break through to the late Divine Transformation stage in three hundred years."

Li Que added, her proud voice now carrying only devotion, "Every stroke of the board refined our cultivation. Every moment of discipline strengthened our souls."

Shen Mengyue finished, her gentle voice steady, "We are forever grateful for our master's guidance through punishment."

Xuanfa's expression remained unchanged. "Since you've broken through to the late Divine Transformation stage, I have a task for you three." He clasped his hands behind his back, pacing slowly before them. "The Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Bai Zhenshuang, has been disrespectful to my Zehuang Sect with her words. The Valley Lord of the Hundred Flowers Valley, Hua Qianyu, had her disciples occupy my Zehuang Sect's medicine garden. The Holy Maiden of the Demon Race, Su Qianyao, used her charm technique to bewitch Zehuang Sect disciples."

He stopped pacing and looked down at them. "You three will go inform Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao that they must willingly take off all their clothes, kneel at the entrance of Zehuang Sect, raise their buttocks, and receive their spanking. One hundred spanks on the buttocks each day with the Heaven's Dao Board for ten years. That will be a minor punishment. If they resist, defeat them and bring them back bound with the Immortal Binding Lock."

From his spatial ring, Xuanfa produced three golden ropes that hummed with restraining power. He tossed them before the three women. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue each took one, handling it with the reverence due a sacred artifact.

"We obey our master's command," they said in unison.

Lin Qiaoxin looked up, a mischievous glint in her eyes despite her submissive posture. "Master, now that we have broken through to the late Divine Transformation stage, we humbly request an increase in our daily spanking count to four hundred times."

Li Que nodded firmly. "Our cultivation has grown stronger. Our bottoms can take more."

Shen Mengyue added softly, "We wish to receive more of our master's discipline."

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

The three women's cheeks flushed, but none denied it. Lin Qiaoxin giggled. "Your slave cannot deny it, Master. The board upon my bottom brings me joy now."

Li Que said, "It reminds me of my place and fills me with purpose."

Shen Mengyue whispered, "I crave my master's hand, his board, his every discipline."

Xuanfa chuckled, a low sound that sent shivers through the three. "Once this task is completed, I will increase your punishment."

"We thank our master!" They kowtowed again, genuine gratitude in their voices.

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

He snapped his fingers, and from the inner halls of the sect emerged three young women. They looked about eighteen years old, each bearing an eighty percent resemblance to the three kneeling elders. Lin Yuxin, with her twin ponytails and mischievous eyes like her mother. Li Yunling, with her calm pride and athletic build, hair a fiery red like Li Que's but tied in a simpler style. Shen Xingmian, ethereally beautiful with waist-length black hair and gentle features that mirrored Shen Mengyue's.

Like the elders, they were completely naked, black slave collars around their necks. They knelt before Xuanfa with perfect synchronization.

"Greetings, Master," they said in unison, their voices carrying the same devotion as their mothers'.

Xuanfa gestured to the elders. "Your mothers' buttocks are itchy. Take the Heaven's Dao Board and spank their buttocks, two hundred strokes each. After that, have them spread their legs and whip their crotch slits with a whip, one hundred strokes each."

The three young women bowed. "We obey, Master."

Lin Yuxin retrieved a Heaven's Dao Board—a wooden implement etched with spiritual formations that amplified each strike's pain and cultivation benefits. Its surface gleamed with a dark, polished sheen.

Lin Qiaoxin had already positioned herself, kneeling with her upper body pressed flat against the stone, her buttocks raised high and presented. She looked back at her daughter with an eager grin.

"Xin'er, make sure you hit the same spot twice in a row sometimes. It makes the pain bloom deeper. And don't be shy about putting your full strength into it—your mother can take it."

Lin Yuxin giggled. "Mother taught me well. I know exactly how to make your bottom sing." She positioned herself to the side and swung the board.

*CRACK*

The sound echoed across the plaza. Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks jiggled from the impact, a red mark already forming across the full curve. She let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"Harder, Xin'er! That barely tickled!"

*CRACK*

Lin Yuxin obliged, putting her cultivation into the swing. The board connected with a sharp report, and Lin Qiaoxin cried out—not in pain, but delight.

"Yes! Like that! Turn mother's bottom into mush!"

Nearby, Li Que had assumed the same position, her athletic buttocks clenched in anticipation. Li Yunling stood behind her, Heaven's Dao Board in hand, her calm eyes assessing the target.

"Mother, you said you wanted it systematic. Shall I alternate left and right, or focus on the center first?"

Li Que's proud voice carried a hint of approval. "Systematic. Left cheek twenty, right cheek twenty, then alternate. Concentrate the final ten on the sit-spots. That's where the lesson lingers longest."

"As you command, Mother."

*CRACK*

Li Yunling's first strike was precise and brutal. Li Que grunted but held her position perfectly. The red mark bloomed symmetrically on her left buttock.

"Good. Continue."

*CRACK*

On the other side, Shen Mengyue knelt with quiet dignity, her beautiful face serene as she raised her buttocks for her daughter. Shen Xingmian approached with gentle steps, the board held respectfully.

"Mother, please guide me."

Shen Mengyue's voice was soft but clear. "Spank as Master commands, Xingmian. Do not hold back out of love. True love for a slave girl is discipline. Make my bottom ache deeply, but also rhythmically. Let the board sing against my flesh."

"I understand, Mother."

*CRACK*

Shen Xingmian's first strike was firm, and Shen Mengyue's body swayed forward with the impact. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

"Yes... again."

The plaza filled with the rhythmic *CRACK* of boards against bare flesh. Each stroke left a vivid red mark, then purple, then deeper purple as the punishment continued. The three elders bore it with increasing pleasure, their bodies trembling, their wetness gathering between their thighs.

At the halfway mark, Lin Qiaoxin called out, "Xin'er, spank the undercurve now! Where the bottom meets the thigh—that spot makes me see stars!"

Lin Yuxin adjusted her aim and struck lower on the curve. Lin Qiaoxin's back arched, and she let out a sharp gasp that melted into a moan.

"Perfect! Just like that! Again!"

Li Yunling continued her systematic assault on Li Que's buttocks. At stroke one hundred and ten, she paused. "Mother, the skin is beginning to split at the crease. Shall I change the angle?"

Li Que shook her head, sweat dripping from her brow. "No. Continue the pattern. The splitting will heal. The lesson must be thorough."

"As you say, Mother."

*CRACK*

Shen Mengyue's buttocks had turned a deep, mottled purple by stroke one hundred and sixty. Shen Xingmian's arm was steady, her strikes consistent. Tears of both pain and joy streamed down Shen Mengyue's face.

"Xingmian... you spank beautifully... just as Master trained you..."

"Thank you, Mother. I learned from watching you receive Master's discipline."

*CRACK*

At two hundred strokes exactly, all three young women lowered their boards simultaneously. The elders' buttocks were swollen, bruised, and misshapen—but on their faces were expressions of blissful satisfaction.

"Now," Lin Yuxin said cheerfully, setting down the board and picking up a whip, "for the crotch slits. One hundred strokes each. Mother, please spread your legs wide."

Lin Qiaoxin eagerly parted her legs, revealing her wet, glistening sex and the tight pucker of her anus. "Whip both holes, Xin'er! Alternate between pussy and anus! And don't forget the inner thighs!"

"I won't, Mother."

*WHIP*

The leather cracked against Lin Qiaoxin's labia, and she cried out—a sound of pure ecstasy. Her body convulsed, but she held her position.

"Yes! Again!"

Li Yunling approached Li Que, who had already spread her legs, showing no hesitation. The proud woman's sex was also wet, though she maintained her composure.

"Mother, your pussy is already dripping. Should I whip it first or the anus?"

Li Que considered. "Anus first. It hurts more and takes longer to prepare."

"As you command."

*WHIP*

The leather struck the tight ring of muscle, and Li Que's breath caught. A deep shudder ran through her frame.

"Good... Continue..."

Shen Xingmian knelt before Shen Mengyue, whip in hand. The gentle woman's legs were spread, her sex glistening, her anus twitching slightly in anticipation.

"Mother, shall I whip softly first to warm you up?"

Shen Mengyue shook her head. "No, daughter. Full strength from the first stroke. A slave girl does not deserve gentleness."

"Yes, Mother."

*WHIP*

The leather cracked across Shen Mengyue's vulva, splitting the sensitive flesh. She gasped but smiled through the pain.

"Again."

The whipping continued, one hundred strokes per woman. By the end, their crotch slits were red and raw, their inner thighs striped, their sexes swollen and aching. Yet all three elders lay panting with satisfaction, their punishment complete.

Xuanfa observed in silence, then nodded. "Rise."

The six women stood—the elders with difficulty, their legs trembling. But they stood proudly, bearing their wounds as honors.

"Now," Xuanfa said, "it is your turn, Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, Shen Xingmian. Since you are still at the Golden Core stage, you will receive the Mysterious Wood Board, one hundred strokes."

He waved his hand, and three Mysterious Wood Boards appeared in the air. They were slightly less ornate than the Heaven's Dao Board, but still hummed with power.

"Kneel and raise your buttocks."

The three young women immediately obeyed, pressing their upper bodies flat and presenting their pert, youthful buttocks to the air. The Mysterious Wood Boards positioned themselves, one behind each

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The mountain pass of the Punishment Phoenix Sect stood silent under the gray sky, a narrow defile flanked by jagged cliffs that funneled the wind into a constant, mournful howl. Su Qianyao knelt on the hard-packed earth at the entrance, her silver hair cascading over her bare shoulders, her hands bound behind her back with chains that clinked softly with each movement. Her bottom was raised high, presenting her full, curvaceous buttocks to the unseen hand of discipline. Behind her floated a dark wooden board, the Heavenly Dao implement of punishment, and it descended with a sharp crack against her tender flesh.

A Zi, the leader of the Demon Clan Holy Maiden's Personal Guard, stood at the head of over sixty fully armed cultivators. Her eyes blazed with fury as she watched the scene unfold from a distance. The Personal Guard were a fearsome sight—mid-Nascent Soul for A Zi herself, the rest at late Core Formation, their armor gleaming with enchantments, their weapons drawn. They had trained for decades in a combined attack technique that could overwhelm three or four Nascent Soul cultivators without breaking a sweat. Yet here, at this desolate mountain pass, their Holy Maiden was being spanked like a common criminal.

"Release her immediately!" A Zi's voice thundered through a voice transmission, the spiritual energy behind it shaking the very air. "Or suffer the wrath of the Demon Clan!"

The Heavenly Dao board struck again, and Su Qianyao's body jolted forward, a soft moan escaping her lips. A Zi's fists clenched, her knuckles white.

Two figures emerged from the shadows of the mountain pass, walking slowly, deliberately. Their footsteps were unhurried, their presence commanding despite their utter lack of clothing. Bai Zhenshuang led the way, her long black hair flowing behind her like a silken banner. Her features were delicate and cold, etched with a natural nobility that distance and cultivator pride had only sharpened over centuries. Her full, firm breasts rose and fell with each breath, her slender waist tapering to hips that flared into round, full buttocks that swayed with a rhythmic grace. She was nude, completely exposed, yet she carried herself with the aloof confidence of a sword immortal who knew no equal.

Beside her walked Hua Qianyu, her face gentle as still water, her soft features radiating a warmth that seemed to soften the harsh edges of the mountain pass. Her green hair was loosely tied at the back, a few strands hanging by her ears, catching the light like threads of jade. Her body was plump and well-proportioned, her breasts heavy and full, her waist soft and yielding, her hips wide and inviting. She too was naked, yet there was no shame in her demeanor, only a serene acceptance that bordered on devotion.

The Personal Guard stared, their fury momentarily replaced by shock. These were not just any women. Bai Zhenshuang was the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, a sword immortal whose name inspired awe across the cultivation world. Hua Qianyu was the Valley Lord of Hundred Flowers Valley, a healer and alchemist whose gentle touch had saved countless lives. To see them naked, their bodies on display like common slaves, was a violation of everything the cultivation world held sacred.

"You—" A Zi's voice cracked with disbelief. "The Heavenly Sword Sect and Hundred Flowers Valley have colluded with the Punishment Phoenix Sect! This is an act of war!"

Bai Zhenshuang stopped a few paces from A Zi. Her eyes, cold as winter frost, swept over the Personal Guard without a trace of concern. "You are mistaken," she said, her voice flat, devoid of emotion. "I am no longer the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect. By the grace of Xuanfa Heavenly Lord, I was accepted as a female slave, given the name Shuang Slave. I receive spanking punishment every day."

Hua Qianyu stepped to her side, her gentle smile unchanged. "And I am no longer the Valley Lord of Hundred Flowers Valley," she said softly. "I thank Xuanfa Heavenly Lord for granting me the position of female slave, with the name Yu Slave. I must receive spanking punishment every day." She paused, her eyes meeting A Zi's fury with calm patience. "Moreover, your Holy Maiden Su Qianyao is also staying here voluntarily."

The words struck the Personal Guard like a physical blow. A Zi's face twisted with rage. "Lies! All lies! You have been brainwashed, corrupted by that demon Xuanfa!" She raised her hand, and the Personal Guard surged forward, their formation snapping into place like a well-oiled machine. Swords gleamed, spells crackled, and a wave of spiritual energy crashed toward the two naked women.

Bai Zhenshuang's hand moved, and the sword Ningshuang appeared in her grip, a blade of pure ice that froze the very air around it. Hua Qianyu raised her palm, and a soft green light emanated from her skin, the scent of healing herbs and wildflowers spreading through the pass. The battle began.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Dao board continued its work on Su Qianyao. Crack! The board slammed into her raised bottom, and she let out a moan that was anything but pained. It was melodic, seductive, a sound that wound through the clash of weapons and the roar of spells like a siren's call. Each strike made her body jolt, her silver hair swaying, her back arching in a curve of pure pleasure. "Ahh... yes... more..." she breathed, her voice drifting to the fighting guards.

A Zi's concentration wavered. She glanced at the Holy Maiden, her eyes wide with disbelief. The board struck again. Crack! Su Qianyao's moan rose in pitch, her hips bucking upward as a shudder ran through her entire body. Her toes curled, her fingers dug into the dirt, and a cry of ecstasy tore from her throat.

Bai Zhenshuang's ice sword swept through three Core Formation guards, sending them tumbling backward with frost creeping over their armor. Hua Qianyu's gentle strikes were no less devastating—each touch of her hand sent a wave of spiritual energy that disrupted the guards' internal Qi, leaving them gasping. The more the Personal Guard fought, the stronger Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu seemed to become. Their movements were fluid, precise, as if the punishment they endured daily had forged their bodies into weapons beyond compare.

"Impossible!" A Zi shouted, deflecting a blast of ice with a barrier of flame. "How can they be this strong? They're supposed to be broken slaves!"

Su Qianyao's climax reached its peak. Her body convulsed, her back arching off the ground, and a long, shuddering moan escaped her lips. The sound was unmistakable, primal, and final. She collapsed onto the dirt, her chest heaving, her bottom purple and swollen from the beating. One of the Personal Guard, a young woman with wide eyes and trembling hands, stared at the scene and cried out, "How is that possible? The Holy Maiden was spanked to orgasm!"

The morale of the Personal Guard shattered. Their formation faltered, their strikes losing coordination. Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu pressed their advantage, and within moments, the guards were scattered, disarmed, kneeling or lying on the ground in defeat. A Zi stood alone, her sword lowered, her eyes fixed on Su Qianyao, who lay panting on the ground.

Su Qianyao lifted her head, her silver hair clinging to her sweat-slicked face. Her bright red pupils glowed with a languid satisfaction. "Sisters of the Personal Guard," she said haltingly, her voice hoarse, "Yao Slave truly is staying here voluntarily. Yao Slave has always wanted someone to beat her bottom to a pulp."

The Personal Guard looked at each other. There was no victory to be had here. Their Holy Maiden had no desire to leave, and the two women who had just defeated them were beyond their ability to overwhelm. A Zi let out a long, defeated sigh. She raised her hand, and the Personal Guard withdrew, retreating down the mountain path until they vanished from sight.

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu turned and walked back into the Punishment Phoenix Sect, their naked bodies glistening with the sweat of battle. They made their way to the main hall, where Xuanfa sat on a simple wooden throne, his black training clothes immaculate, his cold eyes unreadable. The two women knelt before him, their heads bowed.

"Master," Bai Zhenshuang said, "the Personal Guard has been driven away."

Xuanfa's lips curved into a faint, approving smile. "Good work, Shuang Slave. Yu Slave. You have earned my recognition." He paused, his eyes considering them. "For your reward, name it."

Bai Zhenshuang's head rose, her eyes meeting his with unwavering devotion. "Shuang Slave wishes to be spanked publicly by the master in the Punishment Phoenix Sect. Four hundred strikes, to have my bottom beaten open in public. The master's punishment and humiliation are the reward for female slaves."

Hua Qianyu nodded, her gentle face soft with longing. "Yu Slave desires the same. Four hundred strikes, public, that all may see and know we are the master's property."

Xuanfa's smile deepened. "So it shall be. But first, I have a task for you both."

He gestured to the air, and two formation scrolls materialized before them. "The Palace Lord of the Blue Fall Palace, Yun Qing'er, and the Valley Lord of the Nine Serenity Valley, You Lan, have allowed their disciples to conflict with the Punishment Phoenix Sect. They have demonstrated lax discipline. For such small sects without Nascent Soul cultivators, a mild punishment is fitting." He paused, his voice dropping to a cold murmur. "The two sect leaders and the disciples who clashed with the Punishment Phoenix Sect must voluntarily strip naked, kneel at the mountain pass of the Punishment Phoenix Sect, raise their bottoms, and be spanked. One hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao board per day, lasting three years. If they resist, severe punishment will follow."

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu bowed. "At your command, master."

Bai Zhenshuang arrived at the gates of the Blue Fall Palace as the morning sun painted the sky in shades of rose and gold. She walked naked through the entrance, her black hair swaying behind her, her full breasts and firm buttocks exposed to the terrified gazes of the Blue Fall disciples. The disciples froze, their hands falling from their weapons, their voices catching in their throats. They recognized her—Bai Zhenshuang, the sword immortal of the Heavenly Sword Sect. And she was naked, a black slave collar around her neck, a brand of submission that sent chills down their spines.

Bai Zhenshuang walked step by step from the gate to the main hall. On the surface, her face was aloof, her eyes cold, her posture proud. Inside, her heart was filled with submission to her master, a deep, burning devotion that made her want to show off her nudity, to let every disciple see that she belonged to the strongest being in the world. She was the master's property, and there was no shame in that—only glory.

She reached the main hall and stood before Yun Qing'er, a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator with pale skin and trembling hands. "Yun Qing'er," Bai Zhenshuang said, her voice flat, carrying the weight of absolute authority, "you and the disciples who have made mistakes must go to the Punishment Phoenix Sect to receive punishment. Strip naked, kneel at the mountain pass, raise your bottoms, and accept one hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao board per day for three years. Or face severe punishment."

Yun Qing'er crumbled. She had no chance. Even Bai Zhenshuang, a late Nascent Soul sword immortal, had been taken as a female slave. What hope did a small sect like hers have? She bowed her head, her voice a whisper. "We will go."

From the Nine Serenity Valley, Hua Qianyu walked through the gates with the same serene grace. Her gentle face was calm, but behind her eyes, there was a fire of devotion that burned brighter than any flame. The disciples of the Nine Serenity Valley watched her pass, their eyes drawn to her plump, curvaceous body, the way her green

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Chapter 11

The Xuan Tian Realm was a private domain carved from the void, a space where Xuanfa's authority was absolute. Inside the vast hall, six women knelt in a neat row, their naked bodies gleaming under the soft ambient light. Black slave collars encircled each of their necks, the only adornment they wore. From left to right: Lin Qiaoxin with her twin ponytails, Li Que with her fiery red high ponytail, Shen Mengyue with her waist-length black hair, Bai Zhenshuang with her cold noble features, Hua Qianyu with her gentle green hair, and Su Qianyao with her silver locks and crimson eyes.

Xuanfa sat upon a raised dais, his black training clothes immaculate, his expression unreadable. His gaze swept over them like a cold wind.

"Report," he said.

Lin Qiaoxin spoke first, a playful grin on her face. "Xin Slave has been busy lately, Master. The cultivation world is buzzing. Everyone knows about the six female slaves of Heavenly Lord Xuanfa. We've been going everywhere, finding those female cultivators who dared to offend you, and giving their bottoms a thorough lesson. Word spreads fast when a naked woman with a slave collar shows up and spanks a sect leader's backside until she can't sit for a week."

Li Que snorted. "Que Slave caught three from the Azure Frost Sect. They thought their formations could protect them. I burned through their barriers and spanked each one until they begged for mercy. None of them will forget the name of the Punishment Phoenix Sect."

Shen Mengyue spoke softly. "Yue Slave has been training the disciples in swordsmanship. Their progress is remarkable. The Punishment Phoenix Sect's reputation grows daily. Female cultivators who once looked down on us now tremble at the thought of our elders."

Bai Zhenshuang's voice was cool. "Shuang Slave has ensured that no sword technique from our sect is lacking. The disciples' discipline is absolute."

Hua Qianyu nodded. "Yu Slave has refined enough pills to supply the sect for a year. The healing halls are fully stocked."

Su Qianyao licked her lips, a seductive smile playing on her features. "Yao Slave also took time to seduce and bring back a talented female cultivator named Nangong Xue. Her older sister is Nangong Wan, the late Nascent Soul Sect Leader of the Crimson Flower Spirit Realm. But Sister Xue has been resisting fiercely lately. She keeps shouting that she won't submit, won't become a slave. I've been patient with her, but her bottom remains unpunished."

Li Que's eyes narrowed. "Hand her over to this Que Slave. I'll beat her bottom until it's ruined dozens of times, and see if she still dares to talk tough. A few hundred strokes with the Heavenly Dao board will change her tune."

Xuanfa raised a hand, and silence fell. "You six have performed well. From now on, when you meet me, you don't need to kneel; just bow in greeting."

The six women exchanged glances, surprise and gratitude flickering across their faces. They had knelt before him for decades, and this was a rare honor.

"Thank you, Master," they said in unison.

Xuanfa reached into his spatial ring and withdrew six black belts. The belts were made of a strange, supple material that seemed to absorb light. They pulsed with faint spiritual energy.

"These are magical artifacts refined from the skin of the demon beast Ink Flood Dragon. I call them Shadow Chasing Belts. Once infused with spiritual power, they will automatically track and spank the buttocks, no matter what movement or posture you make—there is no escape. Though not as painful as the Heavenly Dao board, they should be sufficient as additional punishment."

He tossed one to each woman. Su Qianyao caught hers with delight, her red eyes sparkling. "The master has truly bestowed a wonderful treasure. Yao Slave's greedy bottom isn't satisfied with just being fed four hundred strikes a day. Yao Slave will use the Shadow Chasing Belt to beat this greedy butt of hers harshly."

Lin Qiaoxin held the belt up, examining it. "That means I can be spanked anytime? Great! I've always wanted a punishment that follows me around. Now I can be disciplined even while teaching formations."

Li Que gripped hers tightly. "I will drive the Shadow Chasing Belt with maximum spiritual power to beat my own bottom to a pulp. A soft punishment is no punishment at all."

Shen Mengyue bowed her head. "Thank you for the generous gift. Yue Slave will use it well to punish her own buttocks, to remind herself of her place."

Hua Qianyu clasped the belt to her chest. "Yu Slave will use the artifact properly to ensure her bottom is hurt. Pain cleanses the soul."

Bai Zhenshuang's voice was steady. "For the gift of this treasure, I will repay it with punishment on my buttocks. I will certainly beat my bottom to pieces."

Xuanfa nodded. "Go now. The disciples await their lessons."

The six women rose and filed out of the hall, each carrying her new belt. As they entered the Punishment Phoenix Sect's training grounds, they infused the belts with their spiritual power. Immediately, the belts came to life, writhing like serpents. They rose into the air behind each woman, then lashed forward with sharp cracks.

Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang stood before a group of naked female disciples, wooden swords in hand. The disciples sat cross-legged, watching their elders with rapt attention. Behind each elder, the black belt arced through the air and slammed into their buttocks with a loud smack.

*CRACK!*

Shen Mengyue's buttocks rippled from the impact, a red mark blooming on her fair skin. She didn't flinch. Her voice remained calm and steady as she demonstrated a sword stance. "Keep your wrist loose. The sword should flow like water, not like a rigid branch."

*CRACK!* The belt struck again, this time hitting her other cheek. Her bottom jiggled, the flesh bouncing from the force. She continued speaking without pause.

Bai Zhenshuang stood beside her, demonstrating a thrust. *SMACK!* The belt caught her full on the right buttock, leaving a red stripe. She didn't even blink. "The tip of the sword must be aligned with your dantian. Breathe deeply."

Across the training ground, Li Que was teaching combat techniques. She grappled with a disciple, throwing the younger woman to the ground. *WHAP!* The belt struck her from behind, catching both cheeks. Her buttocks shook from the force, but she didn't slow. "Again! When you fall, roll with the impact, not against it."

*WHAP! WHAP!* The belt delivered two more strikes in rapid succession. Li Que's bottom was turning pink, but she showed no sign of discomfort. She simply adjusted her stance and continued the lesson.

Nearby, Lin Qiaoxin was drawing formation diagrams in the air with her fingers. Lines of light traced complex patterns. *SMACK!* The belt hit her right cheek, and she giggled. "Oh, that one stung a bit. Anyway, as I was saying, the third node must be aligned with the fifth, or the formation will collapse."

*SMACK! SMACK!* Two more strikes. Her buttocks swayed from the impacts, but she kept drawing, her voice cheerful.

Hua Qianyu was in the alchemy pavilion, stirring a cauldron of bubbling liquid. *THWACK!* The belt caught her from behind, and she grunted softly. She added a handful of herbs, then stirred again. *THWACK!* The belt hit her other cheek. She didn't pause. "The temperature must remain constant. Too hot, and the essence burns away."

Su Qianyao was teaching divine sense techniques. She sat in meditation, her silver hair flowing behind her. *CRACK!* The belt struck her bottom, and she let out a soft moan that was almost pleasure. "Relax your mind. Let your senses expand like ripples in a pond."

*CRACK! CRACK!* The belt punished her relentlessly. Her buttocks were now a deep red, but she maintained her serene smile.

The disciples watched, some with awe, some with fear. The six elders acted as if the Shadow Chasing Belts were nothing more than annoying flies. They moved, taught, demonstrated, and even laughed while their bottoms were beaten again and again. The belts pursued them without mercy, striking whenever they paused, whenever they turned, whenever they breathed. No movement was too fast, no posture too awkward. The belts always found their target.

By midday, all six women had bottoms that were thoroughly red and sore, but they continued their lessons without complaint. The sound of spanking filled the training grounds, a constant rhythm beneath the teachings.

After the lessons ended, the six returned to the Xuan Tian Realm. They stood before Xuanfa, their naked bodies still marked from the belts. Xuanfa looked at them with a hint of amusement.

"Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao," he said. "You were captured and turned into female slaves by Shen Mengyue, Li Que, and Lin Qiaoxin respectively. Have you ever thought about repaying them?"

Bai Zhenshuang was stunned. Then she shook her head. "No, Master. Thanks to Shen Mengyue capturing me, I was able to be thoroughly spanked by you and become your slave. I hold no grudge."

Hua Qianyu bowed her head. "Li Que defeated me soundly. If not for her, I would never have known the pleasure of your discipline. I am grateful."

Su Qianyao licked her lips, her eyes gleaming. "Yao Slave has long wanted to personally spank Sister Xin's bottom. Sister Xin's bottom is round and perky—it must look beautiful when beaten. Not out of revenge, Master, but out of curiosity. I want to see if I can make her cry as beautifully as you do."

Lin Qiaoxin laughed. Without hesitation, she knelt and raised her bottom high in the air. "Come on, Sister Yao, spank Xin Slave's bottom hard. Let's see if your spanking hurts as much as the master's."

Li Que knelt beside her, her posture proud. She raised her bottom firmly. "Please, Sister Yu, spank with all your strength. Don't hold back."

Shen Mengyue knelt gracefully, her bottom presented. "Please, Sister Frost, punish Yue Slave's bottom to your heart's content."

Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao each picked up a Heavenly Dao spanking board from the rack. The boards were smooth, dark wood, imbued with spiritual energy that turned a spanking into a memorable experience.

Su Qianyao stepped behind Lin Qiaoxin. She raised the board high and brought it down with a resounding *CRACK!* Lin Qiaoxin's cheeks clenched, then jiggled. "Ooh! That's a good start!"

*CRACK! CRACK!* Su Qianyao delivered two more strikes, hitting the same spot. Lin Qiaoxin's bottom turned red. "More! Harder! Xin Slave loves it!"

Hua Qianyu approached Li Que. She took a breath, then swung the board with all her strength. *THWACK!* Li Que grunted but didn't move. "Good," she said. "Again."

*THWACK! THWACK!* Hua Qianyu spanked Li Que's firm bottom, the sound echoing in the hall. Li Que's skin reddened, but she held her position.

Bai Zhenshuang stood behind Shen Mengyue. She swung the board silently. *SMACK!* Shen Mengyue gasped softly, her bottom bouncing. *SMACK! SMACK!* Bai Zhenshuang found a rhythm, each strike precise and painful.

The three spankers worked in concert. Su Qianyao was the most enthusiastic, laughing as she beat Lin Qiaoxin's bottom. "Look at how red it is! Like a ripe peach!"

Lin Qiaoxin grinned through the pain. "Xin Slave's bottom was made for this! Beat it harder!"

Hua Qianyu spanked Li Que with grim determination. Li Que took each blow without flinching, her pride demanding she show no weakness.

Bai Zhenshuang spanked Shen Mengyue with cold efficiency. Shen Mengyue's soft moans filled the air, but she didn't beg for mercy.

The strikes continued. One hundred. Two hundred. Three hundred. The bottoms of Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue turned purple, then black and blue. The skin bloomed with bruising, swelling from the relentless punishment. Four hundred strikes.

Su Qianyao finally stopped, panting. Lin Qiaoxin's bottom was a mess of red and purple, thoroughly ruined. She collapsed forward, laughing weakly. "That was... wonderful. Xin Slave feels... properly

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The Wuling City Dao Conference was a grand gathering that drew cultivators from across the realm. For three days, the city’s central arena would host competitions in battle, alchemy, divine sense, and formations, with prizes of rare elixirs and artifacts. Any cultivator at the Core Formation stage or above could participate, and the victors would see their reputations soar.

This year, the Punishment Phoenix Sect sent six representatives. As they walked through the crowded streets toward the arena, the crowd parted in shock. Six naked women, their bodies bare save for black slave collars around their necks, strode forward without a hint of shame. Their skin gleamed in the morning light, and the curves of their breasts, waists, and buttocks were fully exposed to every gaze.

Lin Qiaoxin led the group with a grin, her twin ponytails bouncing as she walked. Her slim figure and youthful face belied the confidence in her stride. Behind her, Li Que’s athletic build and fiery red ponytail made her stand out, her muscles taut and proud. Shen Mengyue moved with grace, her waist-long black hair swaying, her fair skin contrasting with the dark collar. Bai Zhenshuang’s cold features and noble bearing seemed unaffected by her nudity, her full breasts and firm buttocks drawing lingering stares. Hua Qianyu’s gentle face and soft green hair framed a plump, well-proportioned body that exuded warmth. Su Qianyao’s silver hair and red eyes, along with her hourglass figure, made her the most alluring of them all.

Cultivators from various sects stopped in their tracks. Some blushed and averted their eyes, others whispered behind their hands. A male cultivator in blue robes stepped forward, his face red with indignation. “The Dao Conference is a gathering for cultivation. Being naked—what kind of behavior is that?”

Lin Qiaoxin grinned, her hands on her hips. “Then what does Xin Slave have to do? Crawl on the ground? I don’t mind, but that wouldn’t be convenient for participating in the Dao Conference.”

Shen Mengyue spoke calmly, her voice like flowing water. “We are all female slaves of Xuanfa Heavenly Lord. Female slaves must remain naked at all times. It is our master’s command, and we obey without question.”

Another cultivator, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, sneered. “I didn’t know that a female slave with a bare ass could participate in the Dao Conference.”

Li Que’s eyes narrowed. She stepped forward, her voice dripping with disdain. “I recall that the qualification for the Dao Conference is cultivators above Core Formation. It never said female slaves couldn’t participate. Or are you afraid that a naked woman might outshine you?”

Bai Zhenshuang added coldly, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, Ningshuang, which hung at her waist. “Could it be that you don’t even have the confidence to defeat a female slave who isn’t wearing a stitch of clothing?”

A female cultivator in white robes, her face flushed with anger, pushed through the crowd. “You female slaves are disgracing all female cultivators. You should be ashamed, parading around like that!”

Hua Qianyu’s gentle smile did not waver. She clasped her hands in front of her and spoke softly. “We female slaves have no dignity to speak of. Everything is for the master. Accepting the master’s punishment and humiliation is the duty of a female slave. It is not a matter of shame, but of service.”

Su Qianyao laughed, a melodic, seductive sound. She leaned forward, her silver hair falling over her shoulder. “Sister, would you like to try a spanking? Yao Slave’s butt is spanked daily by the board until it’s heavenly. I assure you, it’s quite an experience.”

The female cultivator recoiled, her face turning even redder. She spat on the ground and turned away, muttering curses under her breath.

The six female slaves continued to the arena. They registered for their events—Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang for the sword competition, Li Que for flames and Hua Qianyu for alchemy, Lin Qiaoxin for formations, and Su Qianyao for divine sense. As they took their places on the arena floor, a bell tolled, signaling the start of the conference.

But before any matches began, the six female slaves channeled spiritual power into their waists. At Xuanfa’s command, they had worn the Shadow Chasing Belts—enchanted leather belts that, when activated, would spank the wearer’s buttocks relentlessly. The belts, like beasts that smelled blood, hummed with dark energy. They stiffened, then lashed out, striking each woman’s bare bottom with a sharp *crack*.

Lin Qiaoxin’s buttocks jiggled as the belt hit her. She winced but kept her grin. *Crack. Crack. Crack.* The belt moved like a serpent, each strike landing with precision. Her skin reddened, but she stood steady.

Li Que’s athletic buttocks tensed with each blow. The belt struck her with force, leaving red marks across her firm flesh. She gritted her teeth, her eyes fixed on the alchemy furnace before her.

Shen Mengyue’s round buttocks swayed with the impact. The belt lashed her repeatedly, and she closed her eyes briefly, focusing on her sword. The pain was familiar, a constant companion in her service to Xuanfa.

Bai Zhenshuang’s full buttocks rippled with each strike. She did not flinch, her sword Ningshuang already drawn, ice crystals forming on the blade. The belt hit her again, and she merely adjusted her stance.

Hua Qianyu’s plump bottom absorbed the blows with soft resilience. She sighed, her hands steady as she sorted herbs for the alchemy competition. The belt kept striking, but she did not let it disrupt her work.

Su Qianyao’s curvy buttocks jiggled in a way that drew stares from the male cultivators. She moaned softly, not from pain but from the pleasure that the spanking brought her. Her red eyes sparkled, and she licked her lips.

The surrounding cultivators gasped. The crack of leather on bare skin echoed across the arena. Some women covered their mouths in shock, and men stared with a mix of horror and fascination.

The organizers were about to protest when the six female slaves began their competitions.

Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang faced off against a duo from a minor sect. The two female slaves moved in perfect sync, their swords flashing. As the belts continued to spank them—*crack, crack, crack*—they parried and struck with precision. Shen Mengyue’s Zixia sword glowed purple, meeting the opponent’s blade. Bai Zhenshuang’s Ningshuang sent a wave of frost that froze the other cultivator’s feet. The two female slaves, while being spanked, defeated their opponents in under ten breaths.

Li Que and Hua Qianyu worked together at the alchemy table. Li Que summoned flames that roared hot and steady, while Hua Qianyu measured ingredients with a calm hand. The belts lashed them as they worked—*crack, crack, crack*—but Li Que’s fire did not waver, and Hua Qianyu’s elixir turned golden, matching the highest quality. The judges nodded in approval.

Lin Qiaoxin faced a formation master from a prestigious sect. The arena floor was covered in arrays, and she had to deconstruct his while building her own. Her belt spanked her mercilessly—*crack, crack, crack*—but her nimble fingers traced formation lines with ease. She dismantled his trap and erected a containment formation around him, forcing his surrender.

Su Qianyao sat cross-legged in a meditative pose, her opponent a senior cultivator from a demon-hunting order. The divine sense competition required them to probe each other’s minds. Su Qianyao’s silver hair floated as she extended her consciousness. The belt struck her—*crack*—and she let out a soft gasp that distracted her opponent. Then she invaded his mind, showing him visions of her spanked bottom, and he screamed, withdrawing in shame. She had won.

All six female slaves completed their events without a single defeat. The belts never stopped. Their buttocks were now crimson, some with faint welts, but they stood tall and composed.

The crowd was silent. Then murmurs broke out. If Xuanfa Heavenly Lord’s female slaves were so formidable while being spanked, what about him? The Punishment Phoenix Sect’s reputation soared to new heights. Stories of the naked female slaves who could beat anyone while their bottoms were beaten spread like wildfire.

Word reached the Crimson Flower Spirit Realm and the Purple Spirit Valley. Within days, a large hall in a neutral city was filled with female cultivators from dozens of sects. They sat in rows, their faces grim. At the front stood two women.

Nangong Wan, Sect Leader of the Crimson Flower Spirit Realm, was a late Nascent Soul cultivator skilled in divine sense. Her silver robes shimmered, and her eyes held a sharp intelligence. Beside her, Zhi Yun, Valley Lord of the Purple Spirit Valley, also late Nascent Soul, specialized in formations. Her purple robes were embroidered with intricate patterns.

Nangong Wan raised her hand for silence. “Sisters, we are gathered because we all know the threat. The Punishment Phoenix Sect and their fiendish master Xuanfa have been abducting female cultivators, spanking them into submission, and turning them into naked slaves. Even my younger sister, Nangong Yan, was taken by that demon fox Su Qianyao. She is now being spanked daily, her dignity stripped away.”

A murmur of anger rippled through the hall. A female cultivator stood up, her fists clenched. “They have no right to treat us like this! We must fight back!”

Zhi Yun nodded, her voice calm but firm. “I have studied Xuanfa’s methods. He uses the spanking to both humiliate and enhance cultivation. Those slaves of his are powerful because the pain forces them to focus. But we can counteract this. We have numbers, and we have resolve.”

Nangong Wan spoke again. “We will form the Pure Luan Alliance. Our goal is to overthrow the Punishment Phoenix Sect, to defeat Xuanfa and rescue our sisters. We will not rest until every female cultivator in the realm can walk without fear of being stripped and spanked.”

Cheers erupted. Female cultivators raised their hands, swearing oaths. In the hall, a banner was unfurled—a white luan bird on a blue field, symbolizing purity and freedom.

They did not know that Su Qianyao, at that very moment, was watching from a shadowed corner, her red eyes gleaming. She smiled and vanished, heading back to report to Xuanfa.

The Pure Luan Alliance’s formation would soon plunge all female cultivators into a hell of spanking.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the Ze Huang Sect’s outer plaza, where a sea of female cultivators stretched to the horizon. One hundred thousand cultivators stood in disciplined ranks, their auras intermingling into a pressure that made the very air tremble. At the forefront, two figures radiated late-stage Nascent Soul power—Nan Gong Wan, tall and stern with a jade hairpin holding her black coils, and Zhi Yun, sharp-eyed and narrow-faced, her robes the blue of deep water.

“Ze Huang Sect!” Zhi Yun’s voice amplified by spiritual power rolled across the mountains. “Your master Xuan Fa has defiled and enslaved countless sisters of the cultivation world. Today, one hundred thousand of us have come to overthrow this evil sect and free those he has corrupted!”

Nan Gong Wan stepped forward, her sword already drawn. “Hand over my younger sister, Nan Gong Xue, and any others you hold captive, and we may yet show mercy. Refuse, and we will level this place to dust.”

Silence answered them.

Then the great gates of the sect compound swung open, and six figures walked out slowly, unhurriedly, as if strolling through a garden.

The front rank of the coalition gasped.

Lin Qiaoxin came first, her twin black ponytails bouncing with each step, her youthful face split by a mischievous grin. She was completely naked, her slim yet well-proportioned body on full display, a black slave collar snug around her neck. Her fair skin caught the sunlight, and she made no move to cover herself, instead stretching her arms behind her back as if enjoying the morning breeze.

Beside her, Li Que strode with the coiled energy of a predator. Her fiery red hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that swayed with her athletic, powerful gait. Every muscle of her tall frame was defined yet feminine, her breasts firm, her hips strong. The black collar gleamed against her tanned throat. Her golden eyes swept over the coalition with undisguised contempt.

Shen Mengyue followed, her waist-length black hair flowing like a river of ink. Her skin was pale as jade, her features carrying both the purity of a young maiden and the seductive allure of a mature woman. She held her head high, her naked body unashamed, the black collar a stark contrast against her snowy neck. Her eyes were calm, serene, as if she were walking through her own courtyard.

Bai Zhenshuang came next, her delicate, cold features carrying an innate nobility. Her long black hair fell straight down her back, and her figure was perfectly proportioned—full breasts, slender waist, rounded hips that drew stares despite the solemnity of the moment. The Ningshuang sword hung at her side, but she made no move to draw it. Her expression was icy, distant, as if the hundred thousand cultivators before her were beneath notice.

Hua Qianyu walked with a gentle grace, her green hair loosely tied, a few soft strands framing her ears. Her face was kind, motherly, yet her plump, well-proportioned body was fully exposed. Her full breasts swayed slightly with her steps, and her hips moved with a natural rhythm. She smiled softly, as if greeting old friends.

Finally, Su Qianyao emerged, and a ripple of unease passed through the coalition. Her silver hair cascaded down to her waist, her bright red pupils gleaming like rubies. Her body was a masterpiece of curves—full hips, an impossibly slender waist, breasts that were both large and perfectly shaped. She moved with a liquid sway that screamed seduction, and despite themselves, many female cultivators felt their faces flush. Her smile was lazy, catlike, as she surveyed the army.

The coalition stared. Many averted their eyes. Some glared with righteous fury. But not a single one of the six slaves showed a trace of shame.

Zhi Yun’s face twisted with anger. She pointed at Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, and Hua Qianyu. “Shen Mengyue! You were the leader of the Immortal Xia Sect! Bai Zhenshuang, you led the Heavenly Sword Sect! Hua Qianyu, you are the master of Hundred Flowers Valley! How can you so willingly bare yourselves and become the slaves of that demon? Have you no dignity? No pride?”

Hua Qianyu inclined her head gently, her voice like warm honey. “Being our master’s slave is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me. I have never known such peace, such purpose.”

Shen Mengyue’s voice was calm, steady. “Under my master’s spanking punishments, I have improved greatly. My cultivation is purer, my heart clearer. I am grateful for every lesson.”

Bai Zhenshuang’s cold tone cut through the murmurs. “I once disrespected him. He punished me with spanking, broke my arrogance, and took me in. I now understand how wrong I was. I am his slave by choice and by gratitude.”

Nan Gong Wan’s face darkened. “Enough of this brainwashing! Hand over Nan Gong Xue! Now!”

Su Qianyao let out a silvery laugh that made the air tingle. “Oh, Sister Xue? It took so much effort to lure her over. How could we just hand her back? She’s learning so much.”

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “Sister Wan, why don’t you wait a while longer? Maybe Nan Gong Xue will come to enjoy being spanked, just like us.”

Li Que sneered, crossing her arms. “That one was stubborn at first. We had to beat her bottom until it was raw several times. Now she cries and begs for mercy at the mere sight of a paddle. She’s coming along nicely.”

Zhi Yun’s sword trembled in her grip. “You’re all mad! Fallen women!”

Lin Qiaoxin’s grin widened. “Fallen? No, we’ve risen. We know the truth: female cultivators’ bottoms were made to be beaten. They should be beaten hard, beaten painfully, until we remember our place. We slaves submit to our master’s spanking punishments every day, and we are grateful.”

Li Que nodded. “And now a group of ignorant female cultivators dare to spout nonsense before the Ze Huang Sect and defy its dignity. This will not end lightly.”

Bai Zhenshuang’s fingers brushed the hilt of Ningshuang. “Our master himself will personally descend to punish you. He will beat your bottoms until they are ruined countless times.”

Shen Mengyue drew Zixia, the purple light humming. “You should have stayed home.”

The six slaves moved as one.

The battle erupted in a storm of light and sound. Lin Qiaoxin’s hands wove complex formation patterns, trapping hundreds of cultivators in pillars of binding energy. Li Que transformed into a blazing phoenix of crimson fire, her flames scorching through ranks. Shen Mengyue’s Zixia sword danced like a purple serpent, sending cultivators flying with every sweep. Bai Zhenshuang’s Ningshuang blade froze entire sections of the coalition mid-charge. Hua Qianyu’s gentle hands scattered healing petals that, instead of restoring, ensnared and paralyzed. Su Qianyao’s seductive aura spread like perfume, clouding minds, making cultivators drop their weapons and stand dazed.

The coalition had expected a fight. They had not expected this.

Within fifty exchanges, the six slaves stood among a sea of groaning, defeated cultivators. With a simultaneous gesture, they cast a spell that ripped every scrap of clothing from the hundred thousand bodies. Naked female cultivators scrambled, covering themselves, screaming in shame and rage.

Then the pressure came.

It descended like a mountain from heaven. Every single cultivator froze in place, unable to move a finger. Their eyes rolled in terror as a figure walked out from the sect gates.

Xuanfa.

He wore black training clothes, his face cold and handsome, his eyes like frozen lakes. He walked past his six kneeling slaves, who bowed their heads in reverence, and stopped before the paralyzed army.

“Ignorant female cultivators,” he said, his voice low and carrying without effort. “You dared to unite and attack my sect. You defied me. You will suffer the punishment of having your bottoms beaten to a pulp.”

His gaze locked onto Nan Gong Wan and Zhi Yun. With a flick of his fingers, spiritual power forced them to their knees, their upper bodies bent forward, their naked rear ends raised high into the air. They struggled, but could not move.

Behind each of them, a Heavenly Dao wooden plank materialized—black, heavy, inscribed with ancient runes. They hovered for a moment, then swung.

*CRACK!*

The sound echoed across the plaza. Nan Gong Wan’s body jolted, her face turning red. Zhi Yun bit her lip, her eyes wide.

*CRACK! CRACK!*

“You will release us, demon!” Nan Gong Wan shouted, her voice strained. “My sect will—”

*CRACK!*

“—avenge this—”

*CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!*

Her words broke into grunts. Her pale buttocks reddened with each strike.

Zhi Yun tried to maintain her dignity. “This is nothing! I have endured far greater trials in—”

*WHACK!*

“—ah! I will not—”

*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*

The planks were relentless. Fifty strikes. A hundred. The red deepened to purple, then black. Nan Gong Wan’s legs began to shake. Zhi Yun’s breath came in ragged gasps.

Two hundred strikes. Nan Gong Wan’s bottom was swollen, the skin stretched tight, crisscrossed with welts. Tears streamed down her face. “Please… please stop…”

Three hundred. Zhi Yun was sobbing openly, her strong facade shattered. “It hurts… it hurts so much…”

Four hundred. They both wailed, their voices cracking, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. The planks continued their merciless rhythm, each strike landing with a wet, meaty smack.

Five hundred. The planks stopped.

Nan Gong Wan and Zhi Yun collapsed forward, their bottoms transformed into pulped, black-and-purple masses, swollen to twice their normal size. They could not speak, only moaned and wept.

Xuanfa’s cold eyes swept over the hundred thousand naked, paralyzed female cultivators. “You conspired with these two ringleaders to rebel against me. That is a grave crime. Nan Gong Wan and Zhi Yun will receive five hundred spanks daily. The rest of you—two hundred daily.”

A wave of sobs and pleas broke through the silence. Many cultivators fell to their knees, kowtowing, their tears splashing on the ground.

“Mercy! Please, we were wrong!”

“We didn’t know! We were deceived!”

“Spare us! We’ll do anything!”

Xuanfa did not acknowledge them. He raised his hand and waved it. A vast space opened beside the sect—a barren plain surrounded by formation barriers. He forced all hundred thousand female cultivators into that space, making them kneel in rows, their naked bodies bent forward, their reddened posteriors raised.

Behind each cultivator, two Heavenly Dao wooden planks materialized.

“Begin.”

The sound was deafening—a hundred thousand planks striking a hundred thousand bottoms simultaneously. The shrieks and wails rose into the sky, a chorus of agony that never ceased. The smacking sounds echoed off the mountains like a terrible drum.

And whenever a bottom was beaten raw, split, or bleeding, the healing formation that Xuanfa had set beneath the ground glowed softly, restoring the flesh slowly, painfully, so that the punishment could continue without end.

The female cultivators learned that death would not come. Only endless pain.

Days passed. Months passed. Years passed.

Ten years.

In that time, Nan Gong Wan and Zhi Yun received five hundred strokes every single day. Their bottoms never healed completely. The swelling became permanent. The scars layered upon scars. They no longer fought. They no longer talked tough.

At the mere sight of a Heavenly Dao plank materializing, Nan Gong Wan would burst into tears, her body shaking. “Please, not again… please… I’ll be good… I’ll be good…” She would raise her ruined bottom on her own, weeping and begging.

Zhi Yun had long lost her sharp tongue. She would curl into a fetal position the moment the plank appeared, sobbing, “Mercy, Lord Xuanfa, mercy… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” Only after the plank struck her first blow would she obediently raise her bottom, crying through the entire punishment.

The hundred thousand cultivators trembled in fear from dawn to dusk. The plain that had once been quiet was

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Ten years had passed since Xuanfa first conceived of his Great Dao. Now, seated cross-legged in the deepest chamber of the Xuan Tian Realm, he closed his eyes and let his cultivation base surge. The heavens trembled. The fabric of reality itself rippled as a new principle etched itself into the very laws of the world—the Spanking Dao. It was a Dao dedicated to the discipline and punishment of female cultivators, a Dao that declared their bottoms were born to be thoroughly spanked. Xuanfa's aura expanded, his cultivation reaching an unprecedented height. He was now the strongest being in the world, and his Dao was absolute.

The six female slaves knelt outside the chamber, naked save for the black slave collars around their necks. When they felt the shift in the heavens, their eyes lit up with joy. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao pressed their foreheads to the ground in unison.

"Congratulations, Master, on establishing your Great Dao!" they chorused, their voices trembling with devotion.

Xuanfa's cold voice came through the chamber door. "Rise. You will go to Wu Ling City and announce this to all female cultivators of high cultivation. Let them know that henceforth, spanking is a heavenly law."

"Yes, Master."

The six slaves rose and soared through the air, their naked bodies glinting in the sunlight as they flew toward Wu Ling City, the largest gathering place for cultivators in the central region.

In the great square of Wu Ling City, thousands of female cultivators had already gathered, summoned by a divine decree that none could ignore. They came from all major sects—Heavenly Sword Sect, Hundred Flowers Valley, the Demon Race's hidden strongholds, and countless independent cultivators. They stood in confusion, many in robes of silk and brocade, their cultivation bases ranging from Nascent Soul to Perfected Soul. The six slaves landed lightly on the raised platform at the center of the square, their bare feet touching the cold stone. The crowd gasped at the sight of them—naked, collared, yet radiating an aura of absolute submission and pride.

Lin Qiaoxin stepped forward, her twin ponytails bouncing. She giggled, her youthful face bright with mischief. "Sisters, we have great news! Our master, Lord Xuanfa, has established the Spanking Dao. It is a Dao for disciplining and punishing female cultivators by heavily spanking their bottoms. If you don't believe it, try to sense the Dao yourselves."

Murmurs spread through the crowd. Many female cultivators closed their eyes and extended their spiritual senses. What they found made their blood run cold. The Dao was real—a fundamental principle of the world, as undeniable as gravity or the flow of qi. The Spanking Dao was now woven into the fabric of existence.

Li Que crossed her arms, her fiery red hair fluttering in the wind. Her athletic body was taut with pride. "My master is the strongest in the world. If he says all female cultivators should be spanked, then we should be spanked. There is no debate."

Shen Mengyue's calm voice cut through the rising panic. "Now, being spanked as a female cultivator is one of the heavenly laws. Everyone should act accordingly. Resistance is futile."

Bai Zhenshuang, her delicate features cold as frost, spoke with icy disdain. "I once was proud and arrogant, believing myself above all. But after being disciplined and tamed as a slave by my master, I understand now that a female cultivator's bottom deserves severe punishment. You will all come to understand this in time."

Hua Qianyu's gentle voice followed, soothing yet firm. "Do not fear the spanking, sisters. Though it hurts, it is also part of cultivation. It tempers the spirit and reminds us of our place."

Su Qianyao let out a charming laugh, her silver hair cascading over her full breasts. She patted her own round bottom with a playful slap. "I don't mind either way, as long as I can be spanked every day! Master's hand is so firm, and the pain is such a sweet reminder of his authority."

The crowd stared in shock and horror. But before anyone could react, Lin Qiaoxin raised a hand. "Now, we will demonstrate true spanking for you all. Watch closely."

The six slaves knelt in a row on the platform, their pale bottoms raised high in the air. Behind each of them, two Heavenly Dao wooden planks materialized out of thin air, glowing with a faint golden light. They floated to either side of each slave's raised buttocks.

The first plank swung down on Lin Qiaoxin's left cheek with a sharp *crack*. She gasped, her body jolting forward. The right plank followed instantly, striking her right cheek with equal force. *Crack!* The sound echoed across the square. The planks began to alternate, left and right, each strike landing with precision and power.

Lin Qiaoxin bit her lip, her eyes watering. The planks were relentless. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* After fifty strokes, her pale bottom was already bright red. After a hundred, it was blotched with purple. She whimpered but forced herself to stay still, her hands gripping the stone platform. At two hundred strokes, tears streamed down her cheeks, but she did not cry out. At three hundred, her bottom was swollen to twice its normal size, the skin stretched taut and livid. At four hundred, she was trembling uncontrollably, saliva dripping from her lips. At five hundred strokes, she collapsed onto the platform, her body convulsing, her bottom a mass of purple and black welts. Yet even then, her face bore a look of submission, her eyes glazed with devotion.

Next to her, Li Que endured the same punishment. The planks struck her athletic buttocks with furious intensity. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* She gritted her teeth, her pride refusing to let her scream. But by two hundred strokes, her stoicism cracked. She let out a low grunt, her fingers scraping the stone. At three hundred, she was sobbing openly, her body bucking with each strike. At four hundred, her bottom was a ruin of purple flesh, the skin broken in places. At five hundred, she collapsed beside Lin Qiaoxin, her fiery spirit broken into submission.

Shen Mengyue took her beating with quiet dignity. The planks rained down on her full, mature bottom. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* She kept her eyes closed, tears leaking from the corners. Her waist-length black hair spread around her like a silk fan. At three hundred strokes, her bottom was swollen and purple, the flesh quivering with each impact. At five hundred, she fell forward, her body limp, her voice barely a whisper. "Thank you, Master."

Bai Zhenshuang's proud bottom was pale and firm. The planks left deep red welts that quickly darkened to purple. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* She bit her lip so hard she drew blood. At two hundred strokes, she let out a sharp cry, her cold composure shattered. At four hundred, she was weeping, her delicate features contorted in pain. At five hundred, she collapsed, her bottom so swollen she could barely move.

Hua Qianyu's plump buttocks absorbed the strikes with soft resilience. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* She whimpered with each blow, her gentle nature making her more sensitive to the pain. At three hundred strokes, her bottom was a deep, angry purple. At five hundred, she lay sobbing, her body trembling.

Su Qianyao, ever the seductress, tried to maintain her charm even as the planks struck. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* She moaned with each blow, mixing pain with pleasure. But by two hundred strokes, her moans turned to cries. At three hundred, she was screaming, her silver hair tangled. At five hundred, she collapsed, her bottom black and swollen, yet a faint smile still played on her lips.

The six slaves lay on the platform, their bodies trembling, tears at the corners of their eyes. Lin Qiaoxin lifted her head with effort and spoke haltingly. "See... this? This is spanking. A female cultivator's bottom... is born to be severely beaten."

The female cultivators in the square stood frozen, their faces pale with terror. They had witnessed the demonstration. The Dao was now law. There was no escape.

From that day forward, every female cultivator in the cultivation world, from Nascent Soul powerhouses down to Qi Refining novices, aged eighteen or older, had to undergo spanking punishment every day. At a designated hour, the Heavenly Dao would descend upon them. They had to strip, kneel, raise their bottoms, and take a hundred strokes per day. Any resistance or evasion would double the punishment.

In the Heavenly Sword Sect, a Nascent Soul elder named Yu Fengxian was in the middle of lecturing her disciples when the hour struck. She froze, her face flushing with shame. Then, without hesitation, she stripped off her robes, knelt on the floor of the hall, and raised her pale bottom into the air. Two wooden planks materialized behind her and began to spank her with relentless force. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* The disciples watched in stunned silence as their respected elder was spanked like a naughty child. Yu Fengxian bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, but she did not resist. After a hundred strokes, she rose, her bottom red and swollen, and continued her lecture as if nothing had happened. It was now routine.

In a remote cave, a Qi Refining cultivator named Xiao Lian was meditating when the hour struck. She sighed, stripped off her simple robe, knelt on the cold stone, and raised her bottom. The planks came down hard. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* She sobbed with each strike, her young bottom turning pink, then red, then purple. After a hundred strokes, she collapsed, gasping. But she knew she had to endure. Tomorrow, she would do it again.

In the bustling markets of Wu Ling City, a Core Formation cultivator named Liu Yumei was haggling over a talisman. The hour struck. She immediately dropped her robe, knelt in the middle of the street, and raised her round bottom. Passersby—male cultivators and mortals—watched as the planks descended. *Crack! Crack! Crack!* She cried out but did not try to hide. The spanking had become as natural as breathing.

Every day, the cultivation world was filled with the wails and screams of female cultivators and the smacking sound of spanking. They wept, they endured, and they learned to accept it. The Dao was absolute. To defy it was unthinkable.

Inside the Xuan Tian Realm, the six female slaves knelt together in a circle, their pale bottoms raised. Behind them, Xuanfa stood, his black training clothes immaculate, his expression cold. He was their master, and he would spank them personally today.

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue presented their familiar bottoms, already marked from the demonstration earlier. But Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao had new bottoms—pale, unblemished, and round. Xuanfa's hand came down on Bai Zhenshuang's left cheek with a sharp *smack*. She gasped, her body jerking. He alternated, left and right, his hand firm and precise. The slaves' hearts were filled with joy. Their master's Dao was complete, and they were spanked heavily every day. That was all they needed.

As Xuanfa spanked, his hand brushed against Bai Zhenshuang's lower belly. She flinched, a flush spreading across her face. She was pregnant. Hua Qianyu and Su Qianyao were also with child. They had been favored by their master recently, and now they carried his seed. For a slave, this was the highest honor. Soon, they would give birth to daughters, three more female slave children for their master.

After the spanking, the six slaves knelt and pressed their foreheads to the floor. "We swear eternal fealty to you, Master. We are willing to remain slaves forever, always to be spanked by you."

Xuanfa looked down at them, his eyes devoid of warmth. "Good. Remember your place."

And they did. They always would. The Spanking Dao had been established, and the world had changed forever. Every day, bottoms were spanked. Every day, female cultivators submitted. And in the Xuan Tian Realm, the six most loyal sl

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The morning sun cast long shadows across the marble steps of the Heavenly Sword Sect's main gate. Disciples patrolling the perimeter froze mid-step, their hands falling to their sword hilts as a figure emerged from the mist-shrouded path below.

Shen Mengyue walked with measured grace, her bare feet padding silently against the cold stone. Not a thread of cloth touched her skin. Her waist-length black hair swayed with each step, framing the perfect curves of her breasts and the gentle swell of her hips. A black slave collar encircled her neck, its surface catching the light with an oily sheen. At her side hung the Zixia Sword, its purple crystal scabbard the only ornament she carried.

The disciples' jaws dropped. Some turned away, faces reddening. Others stared openly, disbelief warring with shock. A young male disciple stepped forward, hand raised as if to block her path. "Stop! This is the Heavenly Sword Sect. State your—"

Shen Mengyue's gaze swept over him, calm and utterly unashamed. She made no move to cover herself. Why should a slave hide what her master owned? Her voice rang clear and steady. "Announce to your sect leader that Moon Slave Shen Mengyue of Zehuang Sect requests an audience."

The disciple's hand trembled. He had heard tales of Xuanfa's slave girls—women of terrifying power who served the most feared cultivator in the known world. And this was Moon Slave, once the leader of the Immortal Xia Sect, a sword immortal whose fame had spread across every major sect. He swallowed hard and bowed hastily before turning to run.

Shen Mengyue continued walking, her nudity displayed without pretense or shame. She had not worn clothes in decades. Her skin had grown accustomed to the kiss of wind and sun, and her heart had long accepted the truth: a slave girl's place was to be seen, to be offered, to be used. She felt no embarrassment, only the quiet pride of belonging entirely to her master.

She stopped at the center of the courtyard, raised her voice, and transmitted it with spiritual power so that it echoed through every hall and corridor of the Heavenly Sword Sect. "Bai Zhenshuang, leader of Heavenly Sword Sect, come forth! Moon Slave bears the decree of my master, Lord Xuanfa of Zehuang Sect."

Disciples gathered from all directions. Some covered their mouths in horror at her nakedness. Others whispered among themselves, recalling the legends of Xuanfa's slaves—the formation genius Heart Slave, the flame-tamer Bird Slave, and this woman before them, Moon Slave, whose sword had once rivaled the best in the world. They saw the power radiating from her, the perfected soul late stage cultivation that pressed against the air like a silent storm. None dared draw their swords.

A figure descended from the main hall, robes of ice-blue silk flowing like frozen water. Bai Zhenshuang landed lightly on the steps, her Ningshuang Sword sheathed at her waist. Her features were delicate and cold, lips pressed into a firm line, eyes as sharp as winter frost. Her black hair fell straight to her waist, and beneath her robes, her figure was slender yet firm—full breasts, narrow waist, and hips that curved with the promise of strength. She studied Shen Mengyue with a calm, assessing gaze.

"So. Moon Slave of Zehuang Sect." Bai Zhenshuang's voice carried no heat. "What does your master want?"

Shen Mengyue inclined her head respectfully. "My master has taken note of your recent words regarding Zehuang Sect. You said, and I quote, 'The Zehuang Sect rules through fear and humiliation. It is no true power, merely a perverse gathering of broken women and a tyrant's whims.' These words were spoken at a gathering of sect leaders three days past."

Bai Zhenshuang's expression did not change. "They were spoken in truth."

"Truth or not," Shen Mengyue continued, "you have disrespected Zehuang Sect. My master therefore decrees: you are to remove all clothing, kneel at the entrance of Zehuang Sect, raise your buttocks, and receive your spanking. One hundred strokes of the Heaven's Dao Board upon your bare buttocks each day for ten years. This is but a minor punishment."

A ripple of fury passed through the gathered disciples. Swords rasped half-drawn from scabbards. Angry shouts rose from the crowd. "How dare you!" "You insult our sect leader!" "We'll cut you down where you stand!"

Bai Zhenshuang raised one hand, and the voices fell silent. She fixed her gaze on Shen Mengyue, her voice cool as ice. "You expect me to kneel and bare myself for such humiliation?"

Shen Mengyue's lips curved in a faint, almost sorrowful smile. "I expect you to be sensible. This is a minor punishment. If you resist, my master's hand will not be gentle. I speak from experience."

"You speak as one broken and tamed," Bai Zhenshuang replied. "I am not so easily bent."

"Then let strength decide." Shen Mengyue drew Zixia. The purple blade hummed with latent power.

Bai Zhenshuang's hand closed around Ningshuang's hilt. "So be it."

The disciples fell back, forming a wide circle. The two women faced each other across the courtyard, swords lifted, auras colliding. Dust swirled around their feet. The air grew heavy, charged with the tension of two perfected soul cultivators about to clash.

Shen Mengyue struck first. Her blade traced a crescent arc, purple light streaming behind it. Bai Zhenshuang met the attack with Ningshuang, and the ring of clashing steel echoed across the courtyard. They parted, circled, struck again. Blows rained like falling stars. Each parry sent sparks cascading through the air. Each thrust aimed with lethal precision, only to be deflected at the last instant.

The disciples watched in stunned silence. They had seen their sect leader fight before, had witnessed her unmatched skill with a sword. But Shen Mengyue matched her stroke for stroke, movement for movement. There was something different in Moon Slave's style—an edge of brutality tempered by endless repetition, a precision born from countless hours of punishment and training. Every strike carried the weight of decades under Xuanfa's hand.

Fifty exchanges passed. Then sixty. Eighty.

Bai Zhenshuang's breath came faster. Sweat beaded on her brow. Shen Mengyue pressed harder, her attacks relentless. The purple blade flickered like a serpent's tongue, always finding the gaps in Bai Zhenshuang's defense. On the ninety-seventh exchange, Shen Mengyue's sword slipped past Ningshuang's guard and tapped against Bai Zhenshuang's throat.

The courtyard fell silent.

Bai Zhenshuang stared at the purple blade resting against her skin. She had lost. In one hundred exchanges, Moon Slave had defeated her. The thought was bitter, a cold stone in her chest. She lowered Ningshuang and let it fall from her fingers. The sword clattered against the stone.

Shen Mengyue withdrew her blade and sheathed it. Her voice held no gloating, only quiet explanation. "After tens of thousands of spanking punishments from my master, my strength has greatly increased. I have already informed him of the situation through a sound transmission talisman. He says that since you stubbornly resisted, your crime is aggravated. You are to be taken back to Zehuang Sect for heavy punishment. Now, Bai Zhenshuang, will you resist to the end and implicate the Heavenly Sword Sect? Or will you kneel and accept your punishment?"

The disciples held their breath. Anger still burned in many eyes, but no one moved. Their sect leader had been defeated fairly. To interfere now would be suicide, and they knew it.

Bai Zhenshuang closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were calm. "Since I, Bai Zhenshuang, have been defeated by Shen Mengyue due to inferior skill, I willingly accept all punishment. Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, do not seek revenge for me. This is my own matter."

She reached up and unclasped her robes. The ice-blue silk fell away, revealing the pale skin of her shoulders, the curve of her breasts, the flat plane of her stomach. She shrugged off the fabric until she stood completely naked before her sect. Her body was beautiful—firm breasts tipped with pale nipples, a slender waist, hips flaring into full, round buttocks. Her thighs were strong, her skin smooth and unblemished. She knelt on the cold stone, pressing her forehead to the ground in submission.

Shen Mengyue stepped forward. In her hand appeared the Immortal Binding Lock—a thick band of black metal etched with runes. She fastened it around Bai Zhenshuang's neck. The lock clicked shut, and Bai Zhenshuang felt its weight settle against her collarbone. A slave's collar.

"Follow me," Shen Mengyue said.

Bai Zhenshuang rose to her hands and knees. The cold stone bit into her palms and knees as she began to crawl. Shen Mengyue led her by the chain, walking slowly through the courtyard toward the main hall. Disciples parted before them, faces twisted in horror and shame. They watched their sect leader—proud, aloof, invincible Bai Zhenshuang—crawl naked on all fours, her breasts swaying, her buttocks presented to every gaze. A slave collar gleamed around her neck.

They reached the main hall. Shen Mengyue stopped before the grand doors and turned. "Kneel here and raise your buttocks. You are to be punished publicly in your own hall."

Bai Zhenshuang obeyed. She positioned herself on her hands and knees, then lowered her chest until it touched the floor. She lifted her hips high, presenting her bare buttocks to the open air. Behind her, the gathered disciples watched in stunned silence. Some wept. Others turned away, unable to bear the sight.

Shen Mengyue drew Bai Zhenshuang's own sword, Ningshuang, and removed it from its scabbard. She held the scabbard—a length of white jade inlaid with silver frost patterns. "My master commands," she said, "that you be punished with your own scabbard, to deepen your humiliation."

Bai Zhenshuang's jaw tightened, but she said nothing. She held her position, buttocks raised, waiting.

Shen Mengyue raised the scabbard high. Spiritual power surged through her arm, and the scabbard glowed faintly. She brought it down across Bai Zhenshuang's right buttock with a sharp crack.

Bai Zhenshuang gasped. The pain was immediate and fierce, spreading like fire across her skin. A red welt rose on the pale flesh.

Again the scabbard fell. Left cheek this time, then right, then left. Each stroke landed with precision, leaving lines of red that quickly swelled into raised welts. Shen Mengyue did not relent. She struck with measured force, delivering each blow with the cold efficiency of someone who had done this countless times before.

The disciples watched as their sect leader's buttocks turned from white to pink, from pink to red, from red to a deep angry crimson. Welts layered over welts until the skin began to split. Blood beaded along the stripes and dripped down her thighs to pool on the stone floor.

Bai Zhenshuang bit her lip until it bled. She would not cry out. She would not give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream. But the pain was unlike anything she had known. It was not the clean pain of battle, but a deep, burning humiliation that seared into her very soul. Each blow reminded her that she was powerless, that she had been conquered and now lay exposed before her own disciples.

One hundred strokes. Two hundred. Three hundred. Her buttocks were a ruin of torn flesh and flowing blood. The scabbard left deep gashes in the skin, and each subsequent strike reopened wounds that had just begun to clot.

At four hundred strokes, Shen Mengyue stopped. Bai Zhenshuang's buttocks were beaten to a pulp—the skin shredded, the muscle visible beneath the torn tissue. Blood spread in a widening pool around her hips.

But the punishment was not over.

Shen Mengyue reached down and gripped Bai Zhenshuang's ankles, spreading her legs wide apart. The position exposed everything—her sex, her anus, the tender flesh between them. Bai Zhenshuang trembled, understanding what came next.

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The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lush grounds of Hundred Flowers Valley. Disciples in flowing green and white robes moved among the gardens, tending to rare spiritual herbs and flowering medicinal plants. The air was thick with the sweet fragrance of blooming night orchids and the subtle hum of cultivation energy.

A figure appeared at the valley's entrance, walking with steady, unhurried steps. The disciples who looked up froze in place, their eyes widening in disbelief.

Li Que walked naked through the main path of Hundred Flowers Valley.

Her tall, athletic body was fully exposed to the afternoon light. Fiery red hair fell in a high ponytail down her back, swaying with each step she took. Her skin held a warm bronze tone, muscles defined but feminine beneath the surface. Full breasts rose and fell with each breath, firm and proud. Her waist was narrow, hips curved with the strength of a warrior. Between her legs, the dark triangle of her sex was visible to all who looked. Around her neck, a black slave collar gleamed dully, a stark mark of ownership against her skin.

The disciples stared, mouths agape. Some blushed deeply and turned away. Others could not tear their eyes from the sight. A woman of such cultivation, such former status, walking through their sect completely naked without a trace of shame.

Li Que paid them no mind. Her gaze swept over the gathered disciples with calm indifference. She had been stripped bare before thousands before. She had crawled on hands and knees through Xuanfa's sect while disciples laughed and pointed. She had been spanked publicly, her reddened buttocks displayed to all as a lesson. Years of such treatment had burned away all modesty, all shame. What remained was the pride of a slave who served a master worthy of her absolute devotion.

A slave girl should display her nudity. This was the natural order of things.

"Where is your Valley Lord?" Li Que's voice cut through the stunned silence, carrying the authority of one who had once led armies of flame. "Hua Qianyu. I am here on my master's orders. Come out and face me."

The disciples scrambled, some running into the deeper halls of the valley. Whispers spread like wildfire. The Bird Slave of Xuanfa. Li Que, former vice leader of the Vermilion Bird Sect. Naked and unashamed, standing in their sacred grounds.

Within moments, a group of elders and disciples emerged from the main hall. At their center walked a woman whose presence commanded immediate attention.

Hua Qianyu was beauty made gentle. Her face held the softness of morning dew, features delicate and kind. Green hair cascaded loosely down her back, a few strands hanging beside her ears, swaying gently. Her eyes were pools of warmth, holding the wisdom of one who had spent centuries nurturing life rather than destroying it. Her body was plump and well-proportioned, curves generous beneath her flowing green robes. Breasts full and heavy, hips wide and womanly. She moved with the grace of a willow in a breeze.

When her eyes fell upon the naked Li Que, Hua Qianyu stopped mid-step. Disbelief flickered across her gentle features. Recognition followed.

"Li Que of the Vermilion Bird Sect?" Hua Qianyu's voice was soft but carried clearly. "What is the meaning of this?"

Li Que's lips curved into a cold smile. "Formerly of the Vermilion Bird Sect. Now I am Que Nu, slave of the Zehuang Sect's founder, Lord Xuanfa. I speak with his authority."

She stepped forward, unconcerned by her nudity. The disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley parted before her as if she carried a plague. Some of the younger ones stared at her body with wide eyes, unable to comprehend how a cultivator of the Perfected Soul realm could debase herself so completely.

"I bring a message from my master," Li Que announced, her voice carrying to every corner of the valley. "Your disciples have committed an offense. They occupied a medicine garden belonging to the Zehuang Sect, harvesting herbs that were not theirs to take."

Hua Qianyu's brow furrowed. "That garden has been a point of dispute for decades. My disciples believed the land belonged to us."

"Belief is irrelevant. The garden is Zehuang territory. The theft has occurred." Li Que's tone allowed no argument. "Lord Xuanfa's judgment is this: every disciple who participated in the occupation must strip naked, kneel at the entrance of Zehuang Sect, raise their buttocks high, and receive their punishment. One hundred spanks with the Heaven's Dao Board per day. This punishment will continue for ten years. Consider it a minor lesson in respecting boundaries."

Gasps rippled through the gathered disciples. Ten years of daily public spanking. The humiliation alone would be crippling.

"And you, Valley Lord Hua Qianyu, are also to be punished for failing to discipline your disciples."

Hua Qianyu's face went pale. She looked at the frightened faces of her disciples, young women who had followed her for decades, who trusted her to protect them. She could not allow this.

"There must be another way," Hua Qianyu said, stepping forward. "I take full responsibility for my sect's actions. Whatever punishment you deem fit, I will bear it myself. But spare my disciples."

Li Que's eyes narrowed. "You dare to challenge my master's judgment?"

"I dare to protect my own."

The air between them grew heavy. Hua Qianyu's gentle expression hardened with resolve. Green spiritual energy gathered around her hands, the power of healing and growth, but also of defense.

"I will not stand by and watch my disciples suffer such humiliation," Hua Qianyu said, her voice firm. "If Lord Xuanfa wishes to punish, let him punish me alone."

Li Que's smile turned sharp. "Then you choose to resist."

"I choose to fight for my family."

Hua Qianyu moved first. Green vines erupted from the ground, whipping toward Li Que with blinding speed. Li Que leaped backward, flames erupting from her palms. The vines burned to ash before they could touch her.

"Impressive reaction," Hua Qianyu said, not pausing her assault. More vines rose, thicker this time, covered in thorns that glimmered with paralytic poison.

Li Que laughed. Fire wrapped around her body like a second skin. "Do you think flowers can stop a phoenix?"

She thrust her hands forward. Pillars of crimson flame erupted from the ground, creating a wall of fire between her and the approaching vines. The heat was intense enough to warp the air. Disciples scrambled backward, shielding their faces.

Hua Qianyu formed hand seals. A barrier of green energy rose around her, deflecting the flames. Her expression remained calm, but sweat beaded on her brow. Li Que's fire was legendary for a reason.

"You cannot win," Li Que said, walking through her own flames. Her naked body was untouched by the heat, red hair dancing in the updraft. "I have faced opponents far stronger than you. My flames have burned Perfected Soul cultivators to ash."

She raised her hand. A sphere of condensed fire formed above her palm, swirling with the intensity of a star. The temperature in the valley rose sharply. Plants withered. Ponds began to steam.

Hua Qianyu gritted her teeth. She poured her spiritual energy into a defensive formation, layers of green light stacking before her. But she was a healer, a grower of herbs. She had never been a warrior like Li Que.

The fire sphere descended.

It struck Hua Qianyu's barrier with explosive force. Green light shattered like glass. Hua Qianyu was thrown backward, rolling across the ground before crashing into the base of an ancient tree. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Li Que walked forward, flames dying around her. She stood over the fallen Hua Qianyu, looking down with cold satisfaction. "You fought well. But not well enough."

From a storage pouch on a strap across her shoulder, Li Que withdrew a sound transmission talisman. She crushed it between her fingers.

A moment of silence. Then Xuanfa's voice emerged from the talisman, cold as winter frost, carrying the weight of absolute authority.

"Hua Qianyu and the Hundred Flowers Valley group resisted stubbornly. Their crime is aggravated. Hua Qianyu is to be taken back to Zehuang Sect for heavy punishment. All her disciples must also be severely spanked. Let them learn what defiance costs."

The voice ended. The talisman crumbled to dust in Li Que's hand.

Hua Qianyu struggled to her knees, her beautiful green hair disheveled, blood staining her robes. Around her, the Hundred Flowers Valley disciples had begun to cry. Some fell to their knees. Others clutched each other, faces white with terror.

"Please," Hua Qianyu's voice cracked. She crawled forward, reaching for Li Que's feet. "Please, I beg you. The disciples are innocent. They only followed my orders. Punish me instead. Double the punishment. Triple it. I will bear anything. Just spare them."

Li Que looked down at the kneeling Valley Lord. "You would take all the punishment yourself?"

"Yes. Anything. I will accept anything." Hua Qianyu's eyes were wet with tears. She pressed her forehead to the ground, kowtowing before Li Que. "Please, convey this to Lord Xuanfa. Let the punishment fall on me alone."

Li Que was silent for a long moment. Then she activated another talisman.

Xuanfa's voice came again, colder than before. "If Hua Qianyu insists on bearing the punishment alone, then let her receive a severe punishment. Bring her to me once the valley's judgment is complete. The disciples will observe, so they understand the cost of their Valley Lord's failure."

The communication ended.

Hua Qianyu let out a shuddering breath. Relief mixed with dread. She had bought her disciples' freedom at the cost of her own dignity.

"Then it is decided," Li Que said. From her storage pouch, she produced an Immortal Binding Lock, a collar of gleaming silver inscribed with sealing runes. She fastened it around Hua Qianyu's neck.

The disciples gasped. Some cried out in protest. But none dared to intervene.

"Now," Li Que said, her voice carrying authority, "take off your robes, Valley Lord. You will walk naked before your disciples, as I do. Crawl to your main hall. Face your judgment."

Hua Qianyu's hands trembled as she reached for the ties of her robes. The green silk fell away, revealing shoulders, then breasts, then the gentle curve of her stomach. The robes pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked before her disciples.

Her body was full and womanly. Breasts heavy and soft, tipped with pale nipples. Waist rounded but narrow, hips wide and generous. Her sex was neatly trimmed, a thatch of dark hair between full thighs. Her buttocks were round and plump, firm from years of sitting in meditation and cultivating.

She had never been naked before another person in her centuries of cultivation. Now she was bare before her entire sect.

Tears streamed down Hua Qianyu's face as she lowered herself to hands and knees. The Immortal Binding Lock clinked with her movements. Li Que took the chain attached to the collar and pulled.

Hua Qianyu crawled forward.

The path to the main hall had never seemed so long. Every stone, every blade of grass pressed against her palms and knees. Her disciples lined the path, watching with expressions of horror and pity. Some could not bear to look and turned away. Others stared, unable to process the sight of their gentle Valley Lord crawling naked like an animal.

Li Que led her up the steps to the main hall. The doors were open. Inside, the hall was wide and grand, filled with the scent of dried herbs and flowers. At the center was an open space where ceremonies were held.

Hua Qianyu was led to that center. Li Que turned to face the crowd of disciples who had gathered at the entrance, peering in with tear-streaked faces.

"Disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley, hear your Valley Lord's crimes," Li Que announced, her voice ringing through the hall. "First, failure to discipline her sect, allowing them to trespass and steal fr

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