Punishment of the Xuanfa Heavenly Lord Part 2

Xuanfa walked slowly along the stone path of Zefeng Sect, the morning mist curling around his black training clothes. In his right hand, he held three leather leashes, each connected to a black slave collar around the neck of a woman crawling behind him on all fours.

Lin Qiaoxin moved with a playful gait, her low double ponytails swaying as she crawled. Her bare breasts brushed against the dewy grass, and her slender thighs glistened with moisture. Behind her, Li Que maintained a proud posture even on all fours, her fiery red high ponytail streaming like a banner of submission. Shen Mengyue brought up the rear, her waist-length black hair trailing across the ground, her mature figure moving with a grace that belied her position.

Female disciples of Zefeng Sect scattered as the procession passed. They pressed themselves against walls, their naked bodies trembling as they bowed their heads. None dared meet the eyes of the crawling elders. These were the Heart Slave, the Sparrow Slave, and the Moon Slave—names that struck terror into the hearts of female cultivators across the continent.

Xuanfa stopped at the central courtyard, where a jade platform rose three steps above the ground. He turned and looked down at the three women. "All three of you have broken through to late Divinity Transformation, haven't you?"

The three women immediately pressed their foreheads to the ground, their buttocks raised in supplication. Lin Qiaoxin spoke first, her voice cheerful but respectful. "Thanks to the master's severe spanking of our bottoms and the spiritual energy of Xuantian Realm, we were able to break through to late Divinity Transformation in three hundred years."

Li Que nodded, her voice steady. "The master's discipline forged our bodies and spirits. We are grateful."

Shen Mengyue added softly, "Without the master's punishment, we would still be trapped in the Nascent Soul realm. Your spankings purified our meridians."

Xuanfa's expression remained cold, but a faint satisfaction flickered in his eyes. "Since you've reached late Divinity Transformation, I have a task for you three."

He stepped closer to them, the leather of the leashes creaking in his grip. "Bai Zhenshuang, the patriarch of Heaven Sword Sect, has spoken disrespectfully of my Zefeng Sect. Hua Qianyu, the valley master of Flower Valley, had her disciples occupy my Zefeng Sect's herb garden. Su Qianyao, the saintess of the demon clan, used charm techniques to bewilder Zefeng Sect disciples."

He released the leashes, and three golden ropes materialized in his hand, glowing with bound light. "You three are to notify Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao. They must voluntarily strip naked, kneel at the entrance of Zefeng Sect, and present their bottoms for spanking. Daily, one hundred spanks with the Heavenly Wooden Board on the buttocks for ten years—a minor punishment."

He tossed the Immortal Binding Ropes to the ground before each woman. "If they resist, defeat them and bring them back bound."

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue each picked up the golden rope and kowtowed deeply. "We obey the master's command."

Lin Qiaoxin looked up with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Master, now that we've broken through to late Divinity Transformation, we humbly request an increase in our daily spanking count. Four hundred times would be appropriate."

Li Que nodded firmly. "Our bodies have grown accustomed to the current punishment. We require more severe discipline to continue our cultivation."

Shen Mengyue's cheeks flushed slightly, but she spoke clearly. "Please grant this request, master."

Xuanfa's lips curved into a rare smile. "So you've fallen in love with the feeling of being spanked, haven't you?"

The three women answered in unison, "Yes, master. We crave your punishment."

Xuanfa chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "After this mission is complete, I will add the punishment. First, complete the task I've given you."

"Thank you, master!" they said together, their foreheads touching the ground.

Xuanfa raised his hand and made a gesture. From the side hall, three young women emerged, walking with measured steps. They looked about eighteen years old, each bearing an eighty percent resemblance to one of the crawling slaves.

Lin Yuxin had Lin Qiaoxin's youthful features and bouncy energy, her maid's hairstyle framing a face full of mischief. Li Yunling possessed Li Que's athletic build and calm pride, her well-proportioned body moving with fluid strength. Shen Xingmian's ethereal beauty mirrored Shen Mengyue's, her waist-length black hair flowing behind her.

All three wore black slave collars around their necks. Their naked bodies were smooth and unmarked.

They knelt before Xuanfa in perfect unison. "Greetings, master."

Xuanfa looked at them, then gestured to the three older women still kneeling with their buttocks raised. "Your mothers' bottoms are itching. Now take the Heavenly Wooden Boards and spank their bottoms, two hundred times each. After that, make them spread their legs and whip their perineums one hundred times each."

Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian responded without hesitation. "We obey the master's command."

Lin Yuxin walked to her mother first, a grin spreading across her face. She picked up the dark wooden board that materialized beside her, its surface etched with runes that pulsed with spiritual energy. "Mother, you said last time that I didn't hit hard enough. Shall I use full strength today?"

Lin Qiaoxin positioned herself, spreading her knees wide and pressing her chest to the ground, presenting her buttocks high in the air. Her cheeks were flushed with anticipation. "Yes, my daughter. Strike with all your might. Aim for the spot where the buttock meets the thigh—that's where the pain lingers longest. Beat my bottom until it's completely numb, then beat it some more until the numbness turns to agony. That's when the spiritual energy flows best."

Lin Yuxin hefted the board. "As you wish, mother."

The first strike cracked through the courtyard, echoing off the stone walls. Lin Qiaoxin's body jolted, but she let out a soft moan of pleasure rather than pain. Lin Yuxin struck again, and again, each blow landing with precise force on the exact spot her mother had indicated.

Beside them, Li Yunling stood over Li Que, the Heavenly Wooden Board held in both hands. Li Que had already assumed the position, her athletic buttocks presented firmly. "Daughter," Li Que said, her voice steady, "do not hold back. Beat my bottom until the skin splits. Hit the same spot repeatedly so the bruise deepens. I want to feel the board through my entire body for days."

Li Yunling nodded, her expression calm and focused. "I understand, mother." She brought the board down with a sharp crack, and Li Que grunted, a shudder of pleasure running through her frame.

Shen Xingmian approached Shen Mengyue more gently, her movements graceful. Shen Mengyue looked back over her shoulder, her long black hair spilling across the ground. "My daughter, do you remember how I taught you to spank?"

"Yes, mother," Shen Xingmian said softly. "Alternate between fast and slow strikes. Fast ones build heat, slow ones let the pain sink deep. And always end with three especially hard blows to the center of each cheek."

Shen Mengyue smiled. "Good girl. Now make your mother's bottom sing."

The courtyard filled with the rhythmic cracking of wooden boards against flesh. Female disciples passing by stole glances, their faces reddening as they hurried away. The sound was deafening, a steady percussion that seemed to shake the very air.

After two hundred strikes, each woman's buttocks had transformed. The pale skin was now a deep purple, swollen to nearly twice its normal size. Bruises spread from the cheeks down to the upper thighs and up to the lower back. The flesh quivered with each breath they took.

Xuanfa watched from the jade platform, his arms crossed. "The whips," he said.

Three leather whips materialized beside the daughters. These were thinner than the boards, designed to strike precisely without causing wide damage.

Lin Yuxin took the whip and grinned at her mother. "Spread your legs, mother. Show me the target."

Lin Qiaoxin eagerly pushed her knees apart, exposing her vulva and anus. The entire area was already flushed, wet with her arousal. "Aim for the perineum, daughter. The whip should cover both holes with each strike. That's the only way to properly punish a slave's shame."

Lin Yuxin cracked the whip, the tip landing exactly on the tender skin between Lin Qiaoxin's vulva and anus. The flesh there was soft, sensitive, and the strike made Lin Qiaoxin gasp sharply, her body convulsing.

"Again," Lin Qiaoxin breathed. "Harder."

The whip fell again and again. Each strike left a red line across the perineum, the pain radiating into both the vulva lips and the anal rim. Lin Qiaoxin's moans grew louder, her hips pushing back to meet the blows.

Li Yunling approached her mother with the same clinical precision. "Spread, mother."

Li Que complied, her thighs opening wide. Her vulva was neatly trimmed, the lips already glistening. "Strike the same spot each time," she instructed. "Build the pain in one place until it becomes unbearable. That's how you break a proud slave."

"I will not break you, mother," Li Yunling said, cracking the whip. "You are already perfectly broken."

The whip struck true, and Li Que inhaled sharply, her eyes closing. "Good. Again."

Shen Xingmian stood behind Shen Mengyue, whip in hand. Her mother's legs were already spread, her vulva exposed, the lips slightly parted and wet. "This is the most humiliating punishment, isn't it, mother?" Shen Xingmian asked softly.

Shen Mengyue nodded, her voice dreamy. "Yes, my daughter. To have your most private parts beaten and displayed, to feel the whip striking where only a lover should touch—that is the true degradation of a slave. And we take pride in it."

Shen Xingmian struck, the whip landing precisely. "I will make you proud, mother."

The three daughters continued their work, whips cracking in a steady rhythm. After one hundred strikes each, the perineums of the three elder women were raw and red, the vulva lips swollen and the anal openings tender. Yet the women's faces were ecstatic, their bodies trembling with pleasure rather than pain.

Xuanfa stepped down from the platform. "Enough. The punishment for the elders is complete."

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue remained in position, their ruined buttocks still raised. "Thank you, master, for the severe punishment," they said together.

Xuanfa turned to the three daughters. "Now it's your turn. Since you are still at the Golden Core realm, you'll receive the Mysterious Wooden Board. One hundred spanks each. Kneel and present."

Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian immediately knelt, pressing their chests to the ground and raising their buttocks high. Their bottoms were smooth and pristine, untouched by punishment.

Six Mysterious Wooden Boards materialized, floating in the air. They positioned themselves to the left and right of each kneeling daughter.

Lin Qiaoxin pushed herself upright, wincing at the pain in her battered buttocks, and looked at her daughter. "Xin Nu, listen to me. When the boards strike, do not clench. Relax your muscles. Let the wood sink into your flesh. The more you accept the pain, the more spiritual energy will flow through your meridians."

Lin Yuxin nodded, her body already trembling with anticipation. "I understand, mother."

Li Que crawled closer to her daughter, her voice firm despite her own pain. "Yun Ling, you have the strongest body among the three. Use that strength. Do not fight the boards—lean into them. Each strike is a gift from the master. Receive each one with gratitude."

Li Yunling's calm voice answered. "Yes, mother. I will receive each strike with gratitude."

Shen Mengyue moved to her daughter's side, her long hair brushin

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The demon clan's personal guards arrived at the mountain pass of Zefeng Gate like a storm cloud. Over sixty of them, fully armored and bristling with weapons, descended upon the narrow path that led into the sect's territory. Their leader, A Zi, a mid-stage Divine Transformation cultivator with pale skin and cold eyes, surveyed the scene before him with mounting fury.

There, at the very entrance of the mountain pass, knelt Su Qianyao. The silver-haired holy maiden of the demon clan, her plump figure starkly naked, her hands bound behind her back with thick chains, her voluptuous buttocks raised high in the air. Even now, even as she was being spanked, there was an air of seductive allure about her, her bright red pupils half-lidded with pleasure, her delicate features twisted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

The Heavenly Dao Board floated above her, descending with measured force against her pale, round cheeks. Each strike produced a sharp crack that echoed through the mountains, and each strike drew a breathy, moaning gasp from Su Qianyao's lips.

"Release the holy maiden at once!" A Zi's voice boomed, amplified by spiritual power, shaking the very air. "You dare to lay hands on Su Qianyao of the demon clan? You court death, Zefeng Gate!"

The guards behind him drew their weapons, their combined aura rising like a tidal wave. They had trained for decades in formation combat, and even three or four Divine Transformation cultivators would think twice before facing them.

But the gates of Zefeng Gate did not tremble. Instead, two figures walked out slowly, unhurriedly, their bare feet padding softly against the stone path.

The first was Bai Zhenshuang.

She was a vision of cold, ethereal beauty. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, framing a face of delicate, aloof features—high cheekbones, a straight nose, lips that seemed perpetually pressed into a line of cool disdain. Her eyes were like pools of clear ice, revealing nothing. Her body was immaculate: full, firm breasts that swayed gently with each step, a slender waist that curved elegantly into rounded, plump hips, and thighs that were both powerful and graceful. She walked with the poise of a queen, her chin lifted, her gaze steady. There was no shame in her nakedness, only a calm acceptance that was more unnerving than any defiance.

Beside her walked Hua Qianyu.

Where Bai Zhenshuang was cold, Hua Qianyu was warm. Her face was soft and gentle, with features that seemed sculpted by kindness itself—a tender brow, compassionate eyes, a mouth that naturally curved into a faint, serene smile. Her long cyan hair was loosely tied at the back, with a few strands falling by her ears. Her figure was equally generous: full, soft breasts, a waist that was slender yet womanly, and hips that flared into a round, inviting curve. She too was completely naked, and she too showed no trace of embarrassment. Her gentle aura radiated a peace that belied the absurdity of her state.

The demon clan guards stared, their anger momentarily giving way to shock.

"Bai Zhenshuang? Hua Qianyu?" A Zi's eyes widened. "What is the meaning of this? The sect master of Heaven Sword Sect and the valley master of Hundred Flowers Valley, parading naked like common whores? Have you lost your minds?"

Bai Zhenshuang's cold gaze swept over the guards. "You are mistaken," she said, her voice like frost on a winter morning. "I am no longer the sect master of Heaven Sword Sect. By the grace of Xuanfa Heavenly Lord, I have been accepted as his female slave, given the name Frost Slave. Every day, I receive the punishment of the board upon my buttocks. This is my duty and my honor."

Hua Qianyu nodded gently, her voice soft and melodious. "And I am no longer the valley master of Hundred Flowers Valley. I thank Xuanfa Heavenly Lord for granting me the position of his female slave, and I have been given the name Word Slave. I, too, must receive buttocks punishment daily. Moreover, your holy maiden Su Qianyao has chosen to stay here of her own free will. She came to seek the Heavenly Lord's discipline."

A Zi's face twisted with rage. "Lies! You have been corrupted, brainwashed by that tyrant! Release the holy maiden now, or we will tear this mountain apart!"

The guards roared, their spiritual power exploding outward. Swords, sabers, and demonic artifacts blazed to life as they charged.

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu exchanged a glance. Then they moved.

Bai Zhenshuang's hand formed a sword seal, and Ningshuang, her icy blade, materialized in her grasp. With a sweep of her arm, a crescent of frost arced through the air, forcing the lead guards to scatter. Hua Qianyu's palms glowed with soft green light, and vines erupted from the earth, tangling the feet of several attackers.

The battle erupted in earnest.

Meanwhile, at the mountain pass, the spanking of Su Qianyao continued unabated.

The Heavenly Dao Board rose and fell with mechanical precision. Each strike landed squarely on her already reddened buttocks, the flesh jiggling and rippling under the impact. And each time, Su Qianyao let out a moan that was far more carnal than pained.

"Ahhh... yes... harder... please..."

Her voice dripped with honeyed pleasure, her body trembling not from agony but from building ecstasy. Her silver hair spilled across the ground, her bright red pupils glazed over with lust. The guards who fought nearby could hear her clearly, and it shook their focus.

"How can she...?" one of them muttered, his sword faltering.

Bai Zhenshuang took advantage of his distraction. Her Ningshuang sword flashed, and a line of frost spread across his armor. "Focus on your opponent," she said coldly. "Your holy maiden is receiving what she desires."

Hua Qianyu moved with fluid grace, her gentle aura belying her deadly precision. A wave of her hand sent healing herbs into a cloud of spores that choked and blinded her enemies. "Please, stand down," she said softly. "There is no need for bloodshed."

But the guards would not listen. They pressed harder, their formation tightening, their combined attacks forcing Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu back step by step.

Then, from the mountain pass, a sharp cry rang out.

"Ahhh... I'm coming...!"

Su Qianyao's body arched, her back bowing, her buttocks clenching around the blow of the board. A shudder ran through her frame, and a long, breathless moan escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, her thighs glistening.

The guard who had been shouting orders stopped mid-swing. He stared in disbelief at the holy maiden, her body still quivering from the aftershocks of climax.

"How is this possible?" he whispered. "The holy maiden... she climaxed from being spanked?"

The morale of the demon clan guards shattered. They had come to rescue a captive, but their holy maiden was clearly a willing participant—no, an eager one. And her pleasure had strengthened the resolve of their opponents. Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu fought with renewed vigor, their attacks becoming sharper, more precise.

Within minutes, the guards were routed. Those who could still stand fled, dragging their wounded with them. Only A Zi remained, bleeding from a gash on his arm, his eyes fixed on Su Qianyao.

"Go," Su Qianyao said, her voice weak but clear. She lay on her stomach, her buttocks purple and swollen from the relentless beating. "Sisters of the guard, Yao Slave truly chose to stay here of her own free will. Yao Slave has always wanted someone to spank her buttocks to pieces. Please... do not make this harder."

A Zi's jaw clenched. He looked at Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu, then back at Su Qianyao. He could not win. And the holy maiden would not leave.

He turned and fled.

The mountain pass fell silent.

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu sheathed their weapons and made their way to the main hall of Zefeng Gate, where Xuanfa sat in meditation. They knelt before him, their heads bowed.

"Master, the demon clan guards have been driven away," Bai Zhenshuang reported. "Su Qianyao has been disciplined and remains here willingly."

"Good," Xuanfa said, his voice flat. He opened his eyes and regarded them. "You have performed well. For this, I assign you your first tasks as my female slaves."

Both women raised their heads, their eyes filled with anticipation.

"The Palace Master of Bifall Palace, Yun Qing'er, and the Valley Master of Nine Abyss Valley, Youlan, have allowed their disciples to clash with Zefeng Gate. They show poor discipline. For such small sects without Divine Transformation masters, a minor punishment will suffice. Let these two sect leaders and the disciples who clashed with Zefeng Gate voluntarily strip off all their clothes, kneel at the mountain pass of Zefeng Gate, raise their buttocks, and receive punishment. Daily, one hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao Board on the buttocks, for three years. If they resist, they will be severely punished."

"Yes, Master," Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu said in unison.

Bai Zhenshuang rose and walked out of the hall. She did not bother to dress. Naked, her cold beauty on full display, she flew through the air toward Bifall Palace. She descended at the sect's main gate, her bare feet touching the stone steps.

The disciples of Bifall Palace stared in shock. The legendary Bai Zhenshuang, the sword immortal of Heaven Sword Sect, standing before them without a stitch of clothing. Her ice-cold gaze swept over them, and they shrank back.

She walked. Slowly, deliberately, she strode through the gate, across the courtyard, and into the main hall. Every step was measured, every swing of her hips a display of her utter submission to her master. Inside, her heart was filled with obedience, a deep, abiding loyalty that made her proud to show her nakedness, to show the marks of her master's discipline.

She found Yun Qing'er trembling in her seat.

"Yun Qing'er," Bai Zhenshuang said, her voice like a winter wind. "My master, Xuanfa Heavenly Lord, commands that you and your offending disciples strip yourselves naked, go to the mountain pass of Zefeng Gate, kneel, raise your buttocks, and receive one hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao Board each day for three years. If you resist, you will be severely punished."

Yun Qing'er's face went pale. She knew of Bai Zhenshuang's fate. If even a late-stage Divine Transformation cultivator had been broken and made a slave, what hope did she, a mere early-stage Nascent Soul have? She fell to her knees.

"I... I will obey."

Hua Qianyu arrived at Nine Abyss Valley at the same time. She too walked naked through the gates, her gentle face calm, her soft body exposed to the horrified stares of the valley's disciples. She moved with the same serenity she had always shown, but now there was a new depth to her eyes—a complete, unquestioning devotion to her master. She found Youlan, the valley master, and delivered the same message.

Youlan did not even hesitate. She knelt and accepted.

Soon, two processions of naked women made their way to Zefeng Gate. Yun Qing'er and her disciples, Youlan and hers, all stripped bare, all walking with bowed heads to the mountain pass. They knelt there, raised their buttocks, and the Heavenly Dao Boards descended.

Their cries echoed through the mountains.

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu returned to Xuanfa and knelt before him once more.

"Master, your orders have been carried out," Bai Zhenshuang said.

Xuanfa nodded. "You have done well. What reward do you desire?"

The two women exchanged a glance. Then they spoke in unison.

"We wish to be publicly spanked four hundred times by the Master in Zefeng Gate. We wish to have our buttocks torn open in front of everyone. The Master's punishment and humiliation are the reward for female slaves."

Xuanfa's lips curled into a faint, cold smile. "So be it."

He rose and walked to the training ground, where disciples and elders of Zefeng Gate had gathered. Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qian

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Chapter 11

The void within the Xuantian Realm shimmered with ethereal light, a space that existed nowhere and everywhere at once. Six naked figures knelt in a neat row upon the cold, smooth floor, their bodies bare save for the black slave collars encircling their throats. Before them stood Xuanfa, his black training clothes immaculate, his cold and handsome face expressionless as he regarded his most loyal servants.

"Report," he said, his voice flat and commanding.

Lin Qiaoxin, her black hair in low double ponytails, spoke first. "Xin Nu reports that the cultivation world buzzes with talk of us, Master. They call us the six female slaves under Xuanfa Heavenly Lord: Heart Slave, Sparrow Slave, Moon Slave, Frost Slave, Word Slave, and Yao Slave." She grinned, her youthful face alight with mischief. "They say we roam naked, our cultivation profound, seeking out any female cultivator who dares offend you and spanking their bottoms until they can't sit for a month."

Li Que, her fiery red hair tied in a high ponytail, scoffed. "Sparrow Slave has personally disciplined twenty-seven such offenders this month alone. Their cries echo through the valleys."

Shen Mengyue, her waist-length black hair cascading over her shoulders, spoke with gentle dignity. "Moon Slave has overseen the punishment of fifteen. Each one now understands the cost of disrespecting the Zehuang Sect's founder."

Bai Zhenshuang, her delicate features cold and aloof, added, "Frost Slave has dealt with twelve. Their swordsmanship was not enough to save their backsides."

Hua Qianyu, her cyan hair loosely tied, her face gentle as water, said softly, "Word Slave has healed thirty-three after their punishments, then ensured they remembered the lesson."

Su Qianyao, her silver hair flowing and bright red pupils gleaming, licked her lips. "Yao Slave took the time to charm a talented female cultivator back. Her name is Nangong Xue, and her older sister is Nangong Wan, the Sect Master of Crimson Flower Spirit Realm—a Late-stage Divine Transformation cultivator. But Sister Snow has been resisting fiercely lately." She tilted her head, her naturally seductive demeanor on full display. "Perhaps a good spanking will change her mind."

Li Que's eyes narrowed. "Hand her over to Sparrow Slave. After I spank her buttocks to pieces a few dozen times, see if she still dares to talk tough."

Xuanfa's gaze swept over them, a flicker of approval in his cold eyes. "All six of you performed well. From now on, when you come before me, you don't need to kneel; just salute."

The six women exchanged surprised glances, their faces lighting up with flattery and joy. They rose gracefully, standing at attention, their naked bodies unashamed.

Xuanfa flipped his hand, and six black straps materialized in his palm. They were dark as midnight, supple yet strong, gleaming with a faint, eerie light. "These are magical artifacts refined from the skin of the demon beast Ink Floodragon," he explained. "Named Shadow Chasing Belts. By injecting spiritual power, they can automatically track and spank your buttocks, no matter what movement or posture you are in, they cannot escape." He paused, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Although they are not as painful as the Heavenly Dao Boards, they should be sufficient for additional punishment."

Su Qianyao's eyes lit up. She stepped forward and took one of the belts, her fingers tracing its smooth surface. "The Master has given a wonderful treasure. Yao Slave's fat buttocks are not satisfied with just four hundred board strikes a day. Yao Slave will use the Shadow Chasing Belt to spank this greedy buttocks fiercely." She laughed, a throaty, seductive sound.

Lin Qiaoxin eagerly grabbed another belt. "That means I can be spanked anytime? Great!" She wrapped it around her waist, already channeling spiritual power into it.

Li Que took hers with a firm grip. "Sparrow Slave will use the maximum spiritual power to drive the Shadow Chasing Belt to spank her own buttocks to pieces. It will be a worthy punishment."

Shen Mengyue accepted the belt gracefully, bowing her head. "Moon Slave thanks the Master for the generous gift. I will make good use of it to punish my own buttocks."

Hua Qianyu smiled softly. "Word Slave will use the magical artifact well, ensuring her buttocks will be spanked sore."

Bai Zhenshuang took the belt, her expression unchanged. "The gift of the treasure will be repaid by punishing my buttocks. I will definitely spank my own buttocks to pieces."

Xuanfa nodded, then waved his hand. "Go. Continue your duties at Zefeng Gate."

The six women saluted him, then vanished from the Xuantian Realm, reappearing in the sprawling halls of Zefeng Gate, the sect Xuanfa had established that accepted only female cultivators. Here, no clothes were worn within the sect's boundaries. The disciples moved about naked, their bodies bare as they went about their training and chores. The elders—Xuanfa's female slaves—were completely naked, their slave collars gleaming black around their necks.

Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang stood before a group of disciples in the sword training yard. Both women held wooden practice swords, their bodies poised and graceful. Behind each of them, a black belt—the Shadow Chasing Belt—hung in the air, its tip curling like a serpent ready to strike.

"Watch my form," Shen Mengyue said, raising her sword. She executed a precise thrust, her body flowing through the motion. As she moved, the Shadow Chasing Belt snapped forward, striking her right buttock with a sharp crack. Her flesh rippled under the impact, a pink mark blooming on her fair skin. She did not flinch. Her voice remained steady as she continued explaining the technique. Another strike landed on her left buttock, then another, the belt relentlessly chasing her, striking again and again. The smacking sounds echoed across the yard, but Shen Mengyue's expression never changed. She corrected a disciple's stance, her hand gentle on the girl's arm, even as the belt whipped her own bottom, turning her pale skin a deepening red.

Beside her, Bai Zhenshuang performed a sword dance, her movements sharp and precise. The Shadow Chasing Belt behind her tracked her every motion. When she leaped, the belt struck her buttocks in midair, a loud smack that made her cheeks jiggle. When she spun, the belt followed, landing blow after blow on her full, firm buttocks. Her face remained cold and aloof, as if the punishment did not exist. She pointed out a flaw in a disciple's grip, her voice calm and instructive, even as the belt turned her buttocks from pink to crimson, the skin growing warm and tender.

In another courtyard, Li Que taught combat techniques. Her athletic body moved with explosive power, demonstrating a series of punches and kicks. The Shadow Chasing Belt behind her was a blur of motion, striking her buttocks with incredible speed. Each smack produced a resonant slap that made her cheeks quiver and ripple. Li Que grinned fiercely, using the maximum spiritual power to drive the belt. It struck harder and faster, leaving red welts across her plump cheeks. She did not slow down. She grabbed a disciple's arm, showing her how to throw a punch, even as the belt whipped her own bottom, the pain a familiar, welcome sensation. Her buttocks soon bore a latticework of red lines, the skin hot to the touch, but her focus never wavered.

In the formation hall, Lin Qiaoxin knelt before a diagram drawn on the floor. She was explaining the intricacies of a spirit-trapping array to a group of attentive disciples. Behind her, the Shadow Chasing Belt was relentless. It struck her raised bottom with a rapid rhythm, each smack echoing in the stone chamber. Her youthful buttocks, round and perky, bounced with every blow. The skin reddened quickly, then darkened to a deep pink. Lin Qiaoxin giggled as she talked, her voice light and cheerful. "And then you align the third node with the celestial pattern—smack—oh, that's a good one—smack—and the array activates." The belt struck her again and again, but she continued her lesson without pause, her hand sketching the array in the air. Her buttocks grew sore, the skin glossy from the repeated impact, but her smile never faded.

In the alchemy garden, Hua Qianyu tended to her spiritual herbs. She moved among the glowing plants with gentle hands, her cyan hair swaying. The Shadow Chasing Belt pursued her, striking her plump buttocks with steady force. Each smack made her flesh ripple, her full cheeks jiggling. She did not react, her face serene as she plucked a rare flower. "This herb requires the dew of the moonflower," she said to a disciple beside her, "and must be harvested at twilight." The belt struck her again, a sharp crack that echoed across the garden. Her buttocks turned a rosy red, the skin warm and tender, but her hands remained steady. She continued her instructions, her voice soft and patient, as if the punishment were nothing more than a background hum.

In the divine sense training chamber, Su Qianyao sat cross-legged on a cushion, her eyes closed. The Shadow Chasing Belt behind her was merciless. It struck her buttocks with a steady, rhythmic beat, each smack producing a loud slap that reverberated through the room. Her full, rounded buttocks, the pride of her seductive figure, bounced with every blow. The skin reddened, then darkened to a deep crimson. Su Qianyao licked her lips, a smile playing on her face. She guided a disciple through a mental projection exercise, her voice honeyed and calm. "Focus on the thread of energy," she murmured, "and follow it to the source." The belt struck harder, leaving her buttocks quivering and hot. She did not flinch, her concentration unbroken. Her buttocks soon bore the angry red marks of dozens of strikes, but she remained as seductive and composed as ever.

The six women moved through Zefeng Gate, the Shadow Chasing Belts never ceasing their work. They taught lessons, corrected postures, and guided their disciples, all while their own buttocks were spanked mercilessly. The smacking sounds were constant, a symphony of discipline that filled the air. Disciples grew used to the sight of their elders' buttocks turning red, then purple, then a deep, bruised black, yet the elders never showed a hint of distress. They laughed, they taught, they punished, and their bottoms took the endless spanking as if it were as natural as breathing.

Later that day, the six women returned to the Xuantian Realm to report their progress. They stood before Xuanfa, naked and slick with sweat, their buttocks still glowing from the Shadow Chasing Belts' relentless attention.

Xuanfa looked at them, a teasing note in his voice. "Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao. You were captured and made female slaves by Shen Mengyue, Li Que, and Lin Qiaoxin respectively. Have you ever thought about paying them back?"

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu exchanged a glance, then shook their heads. "No," Bai Zhenshuang said, her cold voice carrying a note of gratitude. "Frost Slave thanks Moon Slave for capturing me. It allowed me to be severely spanked by the Master and become his female slave."

Hua Qianyu nodded. "Word Slave feels the same. Sparrow Slave's capture was a blessing. The Master's spankings taught me my place."

Su Qianyao, however, licked her lips, her red eyes gleaming. "Yao Slave has long wanted to personally spank Heart Sister's buttocks. Heart Sister's buttocks are round and perky; the sight of spanking them must be beautiful."

Lin Qiaoxin's eyes widened, then she laughed. She immediately knelt, arching her back and raising her youthful buttocks high in the air. "Come on, Sister Yao, spank Heart Slave's buttocks hard. Let's see if your spanking hurts as much as the Master's."

Li Que followed, kneeling beside her, her athletic body bending forward to present her spanked-bottom. "Please, Sister Word Slave, spank Sparrow Slave's buttocks thoroughly. Don't

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The morning sun cast long shadows across the sprawling arena of Wuling City, where cultivators from a hundred sects had gathered for the Dao Inquiry Meeting. The air crackled with spiritual energy, thick with the anticipation of competition. Yet when six figures stepped through the main gate, all conversation died.

Lin Qiaoxin walked at the front, her black hair tied in low double ponytails that bounced with each step. Her youthful face held a cheerful smile, but her body was completely bare—slender shoulders, small breasts with pert nipples hardening in the morning breeze, a flat stomach, and the curve of her hips swaying freely. The black slave collar around her neck glinted dully. Behind her, Li Que strode with athletic confidence, her fiery red hair swept back in a high ponytail. Her taller frame showed defined muscles along her arms and thighs, full breasts firm and proud, buttocks round and taut with the strength of a warrior. The collar marked her throat.

Shen Mengyue followed, her waist-length black hair cascading down her back, partially veiling the pale smoothness of her skin. She had the face of a goddess—ethereal and pure—but her body was that of a woman fully matured, with full breasts that swayed heavily as she walked, a narrow waist, and hips that flared into a rounded, generous bottom. The black collar encircled her neck like a piece of jewelry. Beside her, Bai Zhenshuang held her head high, her cold beauty accented by the starkness of her nudity. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist slender, her buttocks plump and high. She showed no shame, only the crisp indifference of a sword.

Hua Qianyu came next, her cyan hair loosely tied back, a few strands falling by her ears. Her gentle face held a look of serene acceptance. Her body was plump in all the right places—soft curves, heavy breasts, a belly that was flat but womanly, thighs that were full and smooth. The slave collar was a stark contrast to her softness.

Su Qianyao brought up the rear, silver hair flowing, bright red pupils scanning the crowd with amusement. Her body was made for sin—breasts so full they seemed about to spill, a waist so narrow it begged for hands, hips that flared wide, buttocks round and plump as melons. She walked with a sway that made men swallow and women glare.

The arena fell into stunned silence. Cultivators—male and female alike—stared with wide eyes. Some blushed and turned away. Others gaped openly. A male cultivator in blue robes stepped forward, his face red with indignation.

"The Dao Inquiry Meeting is a cultivation gathering," he said, voice trembling. "What is the meaning of being naked here?"

Lin Qiaoxin tilted her head, her ponytails swinging. She grinned cheerfully. "Then what should this Heart Slave do? Crawl on the ground? I don't mind, but that wouldn't be very convenient for participating in the meeting." She laughed, light and carefree.

Shen Mengyue's voice came calm and measured. "All of us are female slaves of the Xuanfa Heavenly Lord. Female slaves must always be naked. There is no exception for gatherings."

Another cultivator—a thin man with a sneer—called out, "I didn't expect that naked female slaves could also participate in the Dao Inquiry Meeting."

Li Que's eyes narrowed. She turned to face him, her athletic body on full display without a hint of self-consciousness. "I recall that the qualification for participating in the Dao Inquiry Meeting is cultivators at Nascent Soul stage and above," she said, her voice flat with disdain. "There's no rule saying female slaves cannot participate."

Bai Zhenshuang added coldly, her gaze like frost, "Could it be that you don't even have the confidence to beat a female slave who is completely naked?"

A female cultivator in the crowd shouted, her face twisted with anger. "You female slaves are a disgrace to all female cultivators! Have you no dignity?"

Hua Qianyu turned to her with a gentle smile, her soft eyes placid. "We female slaves have no dignity to speak of. Everything is for the Master. Enduring the Master's punishment and humiliation is the duty of a female slave."

Su Qianyao stepped forward, her silver hair swaying. She licked her lips, her red pupils dancing with mischief. "Little sister, how about you come and try the buttocks spanking? This Yao Slave's buttocks are beaten to blissful torment by the boards every day." She turned and slapped her own bare bottom, the sound sharp in the silence. The plump flesh jiggled.

The female cultivator's face went white, then red. She turned and walked away.

The crowd murmured. Some were disgusted. Some were confused. A few—mostly male cultivators—looked at the six naked women with poorly concealed interest. But none dared approach. The collars alone marked them as property of Xuanfa, and that name carried weight.

A bell tolled. The Dao Inquiry Meeting began.

The six female slaves moved to their respective competition zones. As they did, they extended their hands, and from their storage rings, six black belts flew out. The Shadow Chasing Belts—enchanted artifacts—whipped through the air like serpents. They wrapped around the women's waists, then the ends rose and curled like hungry beasts, positioning themselves behind each woman's bare bottom.

Lin Qiaoxin giggled. "They're eager today."

The belts struck.

*CRACK.* The sound echoed across the arena. Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks rippled, a red mark blooming across the left cheek. She barely flinched, still smiling.

*CRACK.* Li Que's bottom took the blow, her athletic flesh absorbing it with a sharp slap. She grunted but kept her stance, a fierce light in her eyes.

*CRACK.* Shen Mengyue's full buttocks jiggled violently under the strike. Her body swayed, but her face remained calm, as if she had felt nothing.

*CRACK.* Bai Zhenshuang's plump bottom received the lash. Her lips pressed together, but she showed no other reaction.

*CRACK.* Hua Qianyu's soft flesh gave way under the belt, a pink welt rising on her pale skin. She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them, serene.

*CRACK.* Su Qianyao's massive bottom absorbed the blow with a wet slap. She moaned softly—not in pain, but pleasure. Her red pupils glazed over.

The belts did not stop. Like bloodthirsty beasts, they tracked the women's buttocks and kept striking. Each crack was a punctuation mark in the air. The six women walked to their competition stations as if nothing was happening, their bare bottoms being lashed with every step.

Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang took their places at the sword competition arena. Their opponents—two male swordsmen from the Azure Sword Sect—stared at them, mouths agape.

"Are you... are you going to fight like that?" one stammered.

*CRACK.* Shen Mengyue's bottom was struck again. She drew her sword, Zixia, the blade glowing purple. "Yes."

*CRACK.* Bai Zhenshuang drew Ningshuang, frost forming on the blade. "Focus on the match, not our bodies."

The bell rang. The swordsmen attacked. Shen Mengyue moved like water, her sword tracing arcs of purple light. With each step, the belt struck her buttocks, a rhythm of pain and discipline. She did not waver. Her blade met her opponent's, and she twisted, sending his sword flying. A kick to his chest sent him sprawling. The match ended in seconds.

Bai Zhenshuang was faster. Her Ningshuang sword sang through the air, a blur of cold. Her opponent barely raised his blade before she disarmed him, the point of her sword at his throat. The belt cracked against her bottom again. She did not blink.

Both victories. The crowd stared in disbelief.

At the alchemy competition, Li Que and Hua Qianyu worked together. Li Que cupped her hands, and flames erupted, heating the cauldron. Hua Qianyu added herbs with practiced precision, her fingers steady despite the belt that kept striking her plump bottom. *CRACK.* *CRACK.* The rhythm was almost musical.

Their opponents—two alchemists from the Elixir Valley—sweated and fumbled, unable to concentrate with the constant sound of spanking and the sight of those naked, reddening buttocks.

Li Que's flames turned gold. "Done," she said.

Hua Qianyu opened the cauldron. A perfect pill, golden and swirling with spiritual light, floated out. The judges nodded, impressed. The Elixir Valley alchemists had only a half-formed pill.

Victory.

Lin Qiaoxin stood at the formation competition stage. Before her, a complex array of spirit stones and inscribed lines waited. She had to complete a formation that could trap a Nascent Soul cultivator. Her opponent, a middle-aged man from the Array Sect, began placing his stones with careful precision.

*CRACK.* The belt struck Lin Qiaoxin's bottom. She giggled and began placing her own stones. Her fingers flew, faster than the eye could follow. She did not even look at the stones—she seemed to know where each one belonged by instinct. The array lit up, lines of power connecting, forming a glowing net.

The Array Sect cultivator was only half done. He looked at her formation, then his own, and sighed. "I concede."

Victory.

Su Qianyao's competition was for divine sense. She and her opponent—a female cultivator from the Spirit Mind Sect—sat cross-legged across from each other. Su Qianyao's bare bottom pressed against the cold stone. The belt struck her. *CRACK.* She closed her eyes, entering the realm of the mind.

Divine sense battles were invisible, fought entirely in the spiritual plane. But the observers could see Su Qianyao's expression. She smiled, her red lips curving. Her silver hair floated as if in a breeze. *CRACK.* Another blow. She did not react.

Her opponent's face contorted. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She was clearly struggling. Su Qianyao opened one eye, winked, and pushed. The female cultivator gasped, falling backward, her concentration shattered.

Victory.

The arena was silent. Then whispers spread like wildfire.

"Did you see that? They were being spanked the entire time!"

"And they still won!"

"That's Xuanfa's female slaves... How powerful are they?"

"What about Xuanfa himself?"

The six women gathered back at the center of the arena. Their buttocks were all red, striped with welts from the Shadow Chasing Belts. But they stood tall, faces calm or cheerful or proud. The belts stopped, coiling back around their waists like obedient pets.

Lin Qiaoxin rubbed her bottom and grinned. "Not bad. That warmed me up."

Li Que snorted. "I barely felt it."

Shen Mengyue looked at the crowd. "The Dao Inquiry Meeting has many more events. We will participate in all of them."

Bai Zhenshuang said nothing, simply returned her sword to its sheath.

Hua Qianyu smiled gently. "The Master will be pleased with our victories."

Su Qianyao stretched, arching her back, her full breasts thrust forward. "I hope he rewards us with a good spanking tonight."

The words sent another ripple through the crowd. Some cultivators shook their heads in disgust. Others stared with a mixture of horror and fascination. But one thing was clear: the Zehuang Sect had made its statement. These were no ordinary female slaves. They were warriors.

The competition continued. Throughout the day, the six women competed in event after event, always with the Shadow Chasing Belts striking their buttocks in a relentless rhythm. The sound of spanking became a constant backdrop to the Dao Inquiry Meeting. And the six women never lost. Sword, alchemy, formations, divine sense—even in arts that required fine control, they were flawless.

By dusk, the Zehuang Sect had won every competition they entered. The sect's name was on everyone's lips. Xuanfa's name was spoken with awe, fear, and hatred.

And in a large hall far from Wuling City, a different kind of meeting was taking place.

The hall was grand, carved from white jade, with flowing silk banners depicting phoenixes in flight. Seated around a long table were dozens of female cultivators, all at Nascent Soul stage or higher. Their faces were grim. The air was heavy with frustratio

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The sky above the Zehuang Sect darkened as a sea of female cultivators descended upon it. One hundred thousand strong, they filled the heavens and covered the earth, their formation stretching as far as the eye could see. At their forefront stood two figures whose auras blazed like twin suns—Nangong Wan and Zhiyun, both at the Great Perfection of Deity Transformation. Their power pressed down upon the sect like an invisible mountain.

"Zehuang Sect!" Nangong Wan's voice thundered across the void, amplified by her spiritual power until it shook the very foundations of the mountains below. "Your tyrant Xuanfa has oppressed the female cultivators of this world for too long! Today, one hundred thousand of us have come to tear down your wicked sect and free all who suffer under your rule!"

Zhiyun stepped forward, her cold gaze sweeping over the sect's walls. "Surrender now, and we may show mercy. Resist, and you will face the judgment of the entire cultivation world!"

For a long moment, silence reigned. Then the gates of the Zehuang Sect slowly opened.

Six figures emerged, walking with unhurried grace. They moved as if they had not a care in the world, as if one hundred thousand enemy cultivators meant nothing to them. As they stepped into the sunlight, their forms became clear—and a ripple of shock passed through the allied ranks.

All six were completely naked.

Lin Qiaoxin led the group, her black hair tied in low double ponytails that bounced with each step. Her youthful face held a playful grin, her slender figure utterly unashamed as she walked through the crowd of fully clothed cultivators. The black slave collar around her neck gleamed dully, a mark of ownership that seemed to mock the very idea of freedom.

Beside her walked Li Que, tall and athletic, her fiery red hair pulled back in a high ponytail that streamed behind her like a banner of war. Her muscular frame moved with predatory grace, every line of her body speaking of power and discipline. She exuded confidence, her bare form seeming more like armor than vulnerability.

Shen Mengyue followed, her waist-length black hair cascading down her back and over her shoulders, partially veiling the curves beneath. Her face held an ethereal beauty that seemed both pure and seductive, a contradiction made flesh. She walked with the dignity of a former sect leader, her nakedness somehow regal rather than degrading.

Bai Zhenshuang came next, her delicate features cold and noble, her long black hair flowing behind her like a river of ink. Her full breasts and round buttocks swayed with each step, yet her expression remained as distant and untouchable as a winter moon. She seemed carved from ice, her perfection almost inhuman.

Hua Qianyu moved with gentle grace, her cyan hair loosely tied, soft strands falling beside her ears. Her face was warm, kind, her eyes holding a natural compassion that seemed at odds with her exposed state. Her plump, well-proportioned figure radiated maternal warmth, yet she walked forward without a trace of shame.

Su Qianyao completed the six, her silver hair cascading down her back like molten moonlight, her bright red pupils gleaming with mischief and desire. Her body was the very definition of allure—ample curves, a waist that seemed delicate enough to break, hips that swayed with hypnotic rhythm. She was seduction incarnate, and she knew it.

"What is the meaning of this?" Zhiyun's voice cut through the stunned silence that had fallen over the allied army. "Shen Mengyue! You were the leader of the Xianxia Sect! Bai Zhenshuang! You led the Tianjian Sect! Hua Qianyu! The Baihua Valley was under your care! And now you all parade around naked as some tyrant's playthings?"

Hua Qianyu inclined her head, her voice gentle as a summer breeze. "Yu Nu has found her true purpose under the master's care. Becoming his female slave is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me. I have learned what it means to serve, to be useful, to find joy in obedience."

Shen Mengyue's calm voice followed, "Under the master's spanking punishment, Yue Nu has improved greatly. My cultivation is purer, my mind clearer, my heart more settled. I was lost before; now I am found."

Bai Zhenshuang's cold tones cut through the air like a blade. "Shuang Nu once disrespected the master. After being punished by spanking and taken in, Shuang Nu came to understand her mistakes fully. A female cultivator's place is beneath the master's palm, offering her buttocks for correction."

Nangong Wan's face twisted with rage. "Enough of this madness! Zehuang Sect, hand over my younger sister Nangong Xue immediately! She was lured here against her will, and I will not rest until she is freed!"

Su Qianyao giggled, a sound like silver bells that somehow carried an edge of mockery. "Oh, dear Sister Wan, it took Yao Nu so much effort to lure Sister Xue here. All those sweet words, those gentle touches, those promises of pleasure... How could I possibly hand her over so easily? She's still learning to appreciate the master's discipline."

Lin Qiaoxin grinned, her playful eyes sparkling. "Why don't you wait a bit longer, Sister Wan? You never know, Nangong Xue might grow to like being spanked. Many do, you know. The pain becomes pleasure, the shame becomes joy, and the submission becomes freedom."

Li Que scoffed, crossing her arms beneath her bare breasts. "Nangong Xue was stubborn when she first arrived. Cursed, fought, tried to escape. But after Que Nu beat her buttocks red a few times, she started to understand. Now she cries and begs at the mere sight of a spanking board. Pathetic, really, how quickly they break. But that's the nature of female cultivators, isn't it?"

"A female cultivator's buttocks were made to be hit," Lin Qiaoxin declared, her voice carrying across the silent army.

"Hit hard and hit painfully," Li Que continued.

"Every day, we obediently receive the spanking punishment from our master," Shen Mengyue added.

"And now," Bai Zhenshuang's cold voice cut in, "a group of female cultivators dare to spout nonsense before the Zehuang Sect?"

"You defy the sect's dignity," Hua Qianyu said softly, her gentle eyes hardening.

"This matter will not be easily settled," Su Qianyao purred, her red eyes gleaming. "Later, the master will personally descend punishment and spank your buttocks countless times. Oh, how Yao Nu envies you all."

And then they attacked.

The six female slaves moved as one, their naked bodies blurring into streaks of motion. Lin Qiaoxin's hands wove complex formations that exploded outward, trapping hundreds in binding arrays. Li Que's flames roared to life, a crimson inferno that swept through the allied vanguard. Shen Mengyue's Zixia sword sang through the air, its purple light tracing arcs of destruction. Bai Zhenshuang's Ningshuang sword followed, its frozen edge leaving trails of frost. Hua Qianyu's healing energy twisted into something else entirely—vines of spiritual power that lashed and bound. And Su Qianyao's seductive aura spread like a poison, clouding minds, slowing reactions, turning fierce warriors into dazed prey.

The allied force of one hundred thousand had expected an easy victory. They had numbers, they had power, they had two Deity Transformation experts at their head. What they had not expected was that decades of daily spanking punishment under Xuanfa had forged these six women into something beyond normal cultivation.

Every blow they received had been training. Every spanking had built resilience. Every humiliation had hardened their resolve. They were not weakened by their submission—they were strengthened by it.

Fifty rounds.

That was all it took.

In fifty rounds, the six female slaves tore through the allied army like a blade through silk. Formations shattered, spells fizzled, and one by one, the one hundred thousand female cultivators found themselves on the ground, defeated, gasping, broken.

Then the six female slaves cast a single spell together.

A wave of energy rippled outward, and every scrap of cloth on every female cultivator vanished. Armor, robes, undergarments—all dissolved into nothing, leaving one hundred thousand naked women sprawled across the battlefield, their bodies exposed to the heavens.

Before anyone could react, before any could cover themselves or flee, a presence descended.

Xuanfa appeared as if he had always been there, standing at the center of the chaos. He wore black training clothes that hugged his form, his face cold and handsome, his eyes holding the weight of absolute power. His mere presence pressed down on the one hundred thousand naked female cultivators, and they found themselves frozen, unable to move a single muscle.

"A bunch of ignorant female cultivators," Xuanfa said, his voice carrying no emotion, only cold fact. "You dare to unite and attack my sect? You dare to defy me? I will make you all taste the punishment of having your buttocks beaten to a pulp."

His gaze fell on Nangong Wan and Zhiyun, the two Deity Transformation powerhouses who had led this rebellion. He raised a single finger, and spiritual power lashed out like an invisible whip. The two women cried out as they were forced to their knees, their bodies bent forward, their buttocks raised high in the air.

Behind each of them, a Heavenly Dao wooden board materialized. They were simple things, plain wood, unremarkable. But they hummed with the power of heaven itself, with the weight of ultimate authority.

The first stroke fell.

*CRACK!*

Nangong Wan's body jerked forward, a sharp cry escaping her lips. The wooden board had left a vivid red stripe across her pale buttocks, the skin already beginning to swell.

"You think you can defeat me?" Xuanfa's voice was cold, distant. "You think your Deity Transformation cultivation means anything before the master of the Zehuang Sect?"

*CRACK!*

Zhiyun's board struck, and she gasped, her hands clenching into fists. The red mark spread across her buttocks, matching Nangong Wan's.

"I will teach you," Xuanfa continued, "what it means to defy me. I will teach you that every thought of rebellion must be punished. I will teach you that your buttocks belong to me, to be beaten whenever I see fit."

*CRACK!* *CRACK!*

The boards fell in perfect rhythm, one after another, striking with mechanical precision. Nangong Wan gritted her teeth, refusing to cry out. Zhiyun followed suit, her face set in stubborn determination.

"Bold words," Nangong Wan spat between strokes. "But you are nothing but a—"

*CRACK!*

The board cut her off, and this time she did cry out, a sharp yelp of pain. The skin on her buttocks was turning from red to purple, the swelling growing more pronounced.

"Not so tough now, are you?" Xuanfa's lips curled into the ghost of a smile. "That was only fifty strokes. Four hundred and fifty more to go."

*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*

The boards continued their relentless assault. At one hundred strokes, Nangong Wan's tough words turned to labored breathing punctuated by grunts of pain. At two hundred, Zhiyun's stoic facade cracked, and tears began streaming down her face. At three hundred, both women were sobbing openly, their bodies trembling with each blow, their buttocks a mess of purple and black.

"Please," Nangong Wan gasped at three hundred and fifty. "Please stop... I cannot... I cannot take more..."

*CRACK!*

"You begged for mercy," Xuanfa said coldly. "That means you understand your place. But understanding and punishment are two different things. You will take all five hundred strokes."

*CRACK!* *CRACK!* *CRACK!*

At four hundred strokes, Nangong Wan's voice had given out, reduced to hoarse sobs and whimpers. Zhiyun could no longer hold herself up, her upper body collapsed against the ground, her buttocks still raised by Xuanfa's spiritual power.

At four hundred and fifty, both women were wailing, their cries echoing across the silent battlefield. The one hundred thousand naked female cultivators watched in

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Ten years had passed since Xuanfa first conceived of the Spanking Dao. In the seclusion chamber deep within the Xuantian Realm, he sat cross-legged, his finger tracing invisible patterns in the air. The laws of heaven and earth trembled, reshaped by his will. When he opened his eyes, the Dao was complete.

The six female slaves felt it first—a subtle shift in the fabric of existence, a new principle woven into the cosmos. They gathered outside his chamber, naked as always, their black slave collars glinting. Lin Qiaoxin grinned first. "Master has done it," she whispered.

Li Que nodded, her red hair swaying. "Que Nu knew he would."

Shen Mengyue pressed her palms together, tears of joy in her eyes. "Yue Nu is blessed to serve such a master."

Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao knelt, their hearts pounding with reverence and anticipation. When Xuanfa emerged, they bowed low. "We bless our master for establishing the Spanking Dao," they said in unison. "Now the strongest in the world."

Xuanfa looked at them coldly, but a flicker of satisfaction passed through his eyes. "Prepare the announcement. In Wuling City."

Wuling City's central square was vast, capable of holding tens of thousands. Word had spread that the six female slaves of Xuanfa, the founders of the Zehuang Sect's inner circle, had summoned all high-cultivation female cultivators. From Deity Transformation elders to Nascent Soul leaders, they came—curious, wary, some with disdain. They found the six women standing naked on the raised stone platform, their bodies flawless except for the slave collars and the faint pink glow on their buttocks from recent discipline.

Lin Qiaoxin stepped forward, her black low double ponytails bouncing. She giggled, her voice carrying through the square. "Sisters, our master has created a new Great Dao. The Spanking Dao. The Dao of punishing and spanking female cultivators, heavily spanking our buttocks."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. A Nascent Soul elder from a minor sect scoffed. "What nonsense is this?"

Li Que crossed her arms, her athletic frame tense with pride. "Que Nu's master is the strongest in the world. If he says all female cultivators should be spanked, then all female cultivators should be spanked. If you don't believe it, try to comprehend the Dao yourselves."

Several female cultivators closed their eyes, their spiritual senses reaching out. Their faces changed. One by one, they gasped. The Spanking Dao was real—a fundamental principle governing heaven and earth, undeniable as gravity or the cycle of qi.

Shen Mengyue stood calm, her long black hair falling past her waist. "Now, female cultivators being spanked is already a heavenly law. Please behave accordingly."

Bai Zhenshuang's cold voice cut through the murmurs. "Shuang Nu was once proud and arrogant, but after being punished by the master and tamed into a slave, only then did she understand that a female cultivator's buttocks should be severely punished."

Hua Qianyu clasped her hands gently. "Everyone, do not be afraid of being spanked. Although it hurts a lot, it is also part of cultivation."

Su Qianyao giggled, her silver hair shimmering, her red pupils dancing with mischief. "Yao Nu doesn't care about all that—as long as I can be spanked every day, that's fine." She patted her own plump buttocks, making them jiggle.

Then the six female slaves knelt in a row on the stone platform, raising their buttocks high. Behind each of them, two Heavenly Dao wooden boards materialized—flat, wide, imbued with the power of the Dao. The boards began to strike, alternating from left and right, slapping against their exposed flesh with sharp, echoing cracks.

Lin Qiaoxin was first. The wooden boards slammed into her pale buttocks, each stroke leaving a red mark that deepened to purple. She bit her lip, her eyes watering, but she did not cry out. Instead, she forced a smile. "It hurts so good," she whispered between strokes. The boards found a rhythm—left, right, left, right—each impact making her body jerk forward. After a hundred strokes, her buttocks were crimson and swollen; after two hundred, purple bruises spread across both cheeks; after three hundred, she could barely hold her position, her arms trembling. By four hundred, tears streamed down her cheeks, but her grin remained. At five hundred, she collapsed forward, panting, her buttocks a dark, swollen mass of purple and black.

Li Que took it stoically. She had always prided herself on endurance. The boards struck her athletic buttocks with fierce precision, and she grunted with each hit, her red ponytail whipping. The first two hundred strokes she took without flinching. At three hundred, her jaw tightened. At four hundred, a low moan escaped her lips. At five hundred, she fell forward, her legs giving out, her buttocks throbbing and discolored, but her eyes still burned with pride.

Shen Mengyue knelt gracefully, her buttocks round and soft. The boards hit her with relentless force, and she closed her eyes, accepting the pain as discipline. The first hundred strokes turned her fair skin pink; the second hundred turned it red; the third hundred brought purple streaks. She gasped softly but did not struggle. At four hundred, she whimpered, her body swaying. At five hundred, she lay prostrate, tears at the corners of her eyes, her buttocks a ruined mess of purple and black, yet her expression remained submissive.

Bai Zhenshuang's buttocks were full and firm, the kind that begged for punishment. The boards struck her with extra vigor. She clenched her teeth, refusing to show weakness. The first two hundred strokes she bore silently, but at three hundred, a sharp cry escaped. At four hundred, she sobbed, her cold facade cracking. At five hundred, she collapsed, her buttocks swollen to twice their normal size, covered in deep purple bruises, her face wet with tears.

Hua Qianyu was gentle even in pain. The boards hit her plump, motherly buttocks, and she accepted each stroke with a soft sigh. At one hundred, her eyes grew moist. At two hundred, she whimpered. At three hundred, tears fell freely. At four hundred, she cried out softly. At five hundred, she lay trembling, her buttocks purple and swollen, but her voice was sweet as she whispered, "Thank you, master."

Su Qianyao was last. She moaned with every stroke, her silver hair spread on the ground, her red pupils half-lidded in ecstasy. The boards struck her voluptuous buttocks, and she cried out not in pain but in pleasure. "Yes, more, more," she gasped. At two hundred, her moans turned to sobs of joy. At three hundred, her body convulsed. At four hundred, she screamed, tears and drool mixing. At five hundred, she lay panting, her buttocks purple and swollen, but her face was blissful.

The six female slaves lay prostrate on the platform, their bodies trembling, tears in their eyes, but their faces bore expressions of submission. They raised their heads weakly. "See?" Lin Qiaoxin said breathlessly. "This is spanking. A female cultivator's buttocks are born to be severely spanked."

The gathered female cultivators stood in shock and fear. Some backed away. A few fainted. But the truth was undeniable—the Spanking Dao was now law. No one could defy the rules of heaven.

From that day, the cultivation world changed. Every female cultivator over eighteen, from Deity Transformation powerhouses down to Qi Refining juniors, had to receive a spanking punishment every day. At a designated hour, they had to take off their clothes, kneel, raise their buttocks, and be spanked—one hundred strokes per person. If anyone resisted or tried to avoid punishment, the Dao's rules would enforce double punishment.

In the Baihua Valley, Hua Qianyu's disciples, now accustomed to the routine, knelt in rows in the herb gardens. Their robes pooled around their hips, their bare buttocks raised. The Heavenly Dao wooden boards materialized behind each one, striking in unison. The slapping sounds echoed through the valley, accompanied by whimpers and sobs. An elder with late Nascent Soul cultivation cried out as her buttocks turned purple, but she did not move. She had learned that resistance only doubled the pain.

In the Tianjian Sect, Bai Zhenshuang's former disciples knelt in the training grounds, their swords laid aside. Their buttocks, once proud and untouchable, now bore the marks of daily discipline. A golden core disciple wept silently as the boards struck her, but she held her position. The sect leader herself had shown them how to submit.

In Wuling City, a Deity Transformation rogue cultivator tried to flee. She flew ten miles before the Dao caught her. A hundred extra strokes manifested in midair, her robes torn away, and she was spanked while suspended above the city, her screams audible to all. After that, no one tried to escape.

Now, the cultivation world resounded daily with the screams and wails of female cultivators and the slapping sounds of spanking. It became as natural as breathing. In the middle of alchemy, a female alchemist would set down her cauldron, remove her robes, kneel, and be spanked. In the heat of battle, female cultivators would pause, drop their weapons, and present their buttocks for punishment before resuming combat. The rules of heaven were absolute.

In the Xuantian Realm, Xuanfa sat on his throne. His six female slaves knelt before him, their buttocks raised—fair, plump, athletic, each pair awaiting his touch. He spanked them freely, his hand or the Heavenly Dao boards, whichever he chose. They moaned and sobbed with each stroke, but their hearts were ecstatic. Their master's Dao was complete, and they were severely spanked by him every day.

Among them, Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao were pregnant. Their bellies swelled slightly beneath their raised hips. Xuanfa rarely favored his female slaves with children—only Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue had given birth so far. This pregnancy was a great honor. They knew soon their master would have three more female slave daughters, to be trained from childhood, to be spanked and disciplined, to become as loyal as their mothers.

The six female slaves swore eternal loyalty to Xuanfa, willing to be slaves forever, forever spanked by their master. They spoke in unison, their voices trembling with pain and devotion: "We are your slaves, master. Punish us as you will. Spank our buttocks until we cannot sit, until we cannot walk. We belong to you, body and soul, now and forever."

Xuanfa looked at them, his face expressionless, but he nodded. He raised his hand and brought it down on Bai Zhenshuang's pregnant buttocks, then Hua Qianyu's, then Su Qianyao's. They cried out, but the cries were of joy. The Spanking Dao was fulfilled.

The morning sun had barely crested the peaks of the Heaven Sword Sect when a figure appeared at the base of the mountain path, walking with unhurried, measured steps. The disciples on sentry duty at the outer gate first noticed her from a distance—a woman with waist-length black hair that swayed gently with each stride, her skin as fair as fresh-fallen snow, carrying only a long sword wrapped in purple cloth. As she drew closer, the disciples’ eyes widened, and a collective gasp rippled through their ranks.

She was naked.

Not a single thread covered her body. Her full, rounded breasts swayed freely with her movement, the nipples erect from the morning chill. Her waist curved inward before flaring to hips that carried the gentle evidence of childbirth, and between her legs, the dark triangle of her womanhood was fully exposed to the gaze of all who looked. A black leather collar encircled her throat, gleaming dully in the early light. Yet her face held no shame, no hint of embarrassment. Her expression was calm, almost serene, like a woman merely taking a stroll through her own garden.

Shen Mengyue.

The name spread through the disciples like wildfire. They knew of her—everyone in the cultivation world knew of her. Once the proud leader of the Immortal Cloud Sect, now the Moon Slave of Xuanfa, the founder of the Zehuang Sect. She had taken punishment on behalf of a disciple decades ago, and the spankings had never stopped. Yet instead of breaking her, they had forged her into something terrifyingly loyal and powerful.

“Stop right there!” A young disciple in the white robes of Heaven Sword Sect stepped forward, hand on his sword hilt, his face red with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He could not keep his eyes from flickering down to her nakedness, then quickly looking away. “Who dares approach Heaven Sword Sect in such a... such a disgraceful manner?”

Shen Mengyue stopped and regarded him with calm, cold eyes. “I am Shen Mengyue, the Moon Slave of Lord Xuanfa of Zehuang Sect. I am here to deliver a message to your sect leader, Bai Zhenshuang. Step aside.”

“You—you cannot come here like this!” the disciple stammered. “This is an insult to our sect!”

“A female slave does not wear clothes,” Shen Mengyue replied, her voice flat and matter-of-fact. “My master has decreed that I shall display my nakedness at all times, as a sign of my submission and ownership. It is not an insult. It is simply the truth of what I am.”

She walked past him without waiting for permission, her bare feet padding softly on the stone path. More disciples gathered, their eyes drawn to her nudity despite themselves. Some whispered, some glared, some could not help but stare at the way her hips swayed, the way the light caught the moisture between her thighs. Shen Mengyue paid them no heed. She had long since learned to exist without the shield of cloth, to let her body be seen without shame. The only shame was in disobeying her master.

At the inner gate of Heaven Sword Sect’s main hall, she stopped. The courtyard was filled with dozens of disciples, all staring. She raised her voice, infusing it with spiritual power so that it carried to every corner of the sect.

“Bai Zhenshuang, leader of Heaven Sword Sect! Come forth and receive the decree of Lord Xuanfa of Zehuang Sect!”

The courtyard fell silent. The name Xuanfa carried weight across the entire cultivation world—the man who had single-handedly established Zehuang Sect, who had subjugated three former sect leaders and two legendary geniuses to become his naked slaves, who had never lost a battle. His word was law to those who knew his power.

A moment later, the doors of the main hall swung open, and a woman stepped out. She was tall and slender, with long black hair that fell straight to her waist, unadorned by any ribbon or ornament. Her face was delicate yet cold, with high cheekbones and lips that naturally formed a slight, haughty curve. Her eyes were the color of clear ice, revealing nothing. She wore a pristine white robe embroidered with silver thread, and at her side hung a sword in a scabbard of pale blue—the legendary Ningshuang. Her breasts were full and firm beneath her robe, her waist slender, and her hips held a pleasing roundness that even the loose fabric could not hide.

Bai Zhenshuang’s lips barely moved as she spoke. “Shen Mengyue. You have come far to speak to me. Say your piece.”

Shen Mengyue inclined her head slightly, a gesture of respect not to Bai Zhenshuang, but to the position she once held. “Lord Xuanfa has heard that you spoke disrespectfully of Zehuang Sect in a recent gathering of sect leaders. You referred to our sect as ‘that place where cultivators are turned into pets.’ You called my master a tyrant who debases women.”

Bai Zhenshuang’s expression did not change. “I spoke the truth as I saw it.”

“The truth is what Lord Xuanfa decides it is,” Shen Mengyue replied calmly. “As punishment for your disrespect, you are ordered to strip naked, kneel at the entrance of Zehuang Sect, and present your buttocks for spanking. Each day, you will receive one hundred strikes with the Heavenly Wooden Board upon your bare bottom, for a period of ten years. This is a minor punishment. If you accept it willingly, Lord Xuanfa will consider leniency in the future.”

For a moment, there was absolute silence. Then the disciples erupted.

“How dare you!”

“Insulting the sect leader like this—you think you can just walk in here and demand such humiliation?”

“We will never allow it!”

A dozen hands went to sword hilts. Qi began to swirl in the air as disciples prepared to attack. But Bai Zhenshuang raised one hand, and they fell silent at once.

“Shen Mengyue,” she said, her voice cool and carrying no trace of anger, “I respect strength. I have heard that the three slaves under Xuanfa’s crotch—the Heart Slave, the Sparrow Slave, and the Moon Slave—are all formidable. I have also heard that you were once a sword cultivator of considerable skill. But I do not bow to mere threats. If your master wishes to punish me, let him come himself. Or let you prove that his authority deserves my submission.”

Shen Mengyue’s eyes flickered with a hint of something—perhaps respect, perhaps pity. “So you choose to resist. Very well. Then know this: Lord Xuanfa’s punishment only grows harsher with resistance. I will now take you into custody by force.”

She unwrapped the purple cloth from her sword, revealing the blade Zixia—a narrow, elegant weapon that hummed with spiritual energy. Bai Zhenshuang drew Ningshuang from its scabbard, and the air around them grew cold, frost forming on the stones at her feet.

The disciples backed away, forming a wide circle. Two Late Nascent Soul experts about to clash—this was not a battle for the weak to witness up close.

They did not exchange words. They simply moved.

Bai Zhenshuang struck first, her sword tracing an arc of frozen light that drained the warmth from the air. Shen Mengyue sidestepped, her body flowing like water, and countered with a thrust that carried the sharpness of a thousand cutting winds. Their blades met, and the sound rang out like a bell, sending shockwaves that cracked the stone floor beneath them.

Round after round, they fought. Bai Zhenshuang’s sword technique was flawless—every movement precise, every strike aimed at a vital point. She had trained for centuries, had never met a sword cultivator who could match her in skill. But as the battle wore on, she began to notice something strange. Shen Mengyue’s movements were not just skilled—they were almost unnaturally fluid, as if her body had been trained to endure pain and still act with perfect clarity. Her strikes carried weight, but also a resilience that came from countless hours of suffering.

A hundred rounds passed. Both women were breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat. But Shen Mengyue’s eyes remained calm, focused. She had endured tens of thousands of spankings under her master’s hand, had been beaten until she could barely stand, and had learned to find strength in the very act of submission. Every blow she had taken had tempered her, made her sword sharper, her will more unbreakable.

On the hundred and first exchange, Shen Mengyue saw the opening. Bai Zhenshuang’s stance was still perfect, but there was a fraction of a second of hesitation—a moment where her pride flickered, where she wondered if she could truly win. Shen Mengyue exploited it without mercy. Her sword twisted in a feint, then swept low, slicing through Bai Zhenshuang’s robe and drawing a thin line of blood across her thigh.

Bai Zhenshuang stumbled back, her face pale. She looked down at the cut, then up at Shen Mengyue.

“You have improved,” she said, her voice still calm, but with a note of disbelief hidden beneath.

“After thousands of spanking punishments from my master, my strength has greatly increased,” Shen Mengyue replied, lowering her sword. “I have already informed the master through a sound transmission talisman. He says that since Bai Zhenshuang resisted, the crime is increased. She is to be taken back to Zehuang Sect for severe punishment. Now, Bai Zhenshuang, will you continue to resist and implicate Heaven Sword Sect? Or will you kneel and accept the punishment?”

The disciples of Heaven Sword Sect looked at their leader with a mixture of shock, anger, and fear. The invincible Bai Zhenshuang had been defeated. The foundation of their confidence cracked.

Bai Zhenshuang stood still for a long moment, her sword still in her hand, her face unreadable. Then she let out a slow breath, and the coldness in her eyes softened into something like acceptance.

“Since my skills are inferior and I have lost to Shen Mengyue, I willingly accept all punishment,” she said, her voice carrying clearly across the courtyard. “Disciples of Heaven Sword Sect, do not seek revenge for me. This is my matter alone.”

She sheathed Ningshuang, then reached up and untied the sash of her own robe. The white fabric fell away, pooling at her feet. She shrugged off the inner robe, then the thin undergarment, until she stood completely naked before her disciples.

Her body was exquisite—full, firm breasts with pale pink nipples, a flat stomach, a slender waist that flared into round, plump buttocks that seemed almost too perfect for a sword cultivator. Her skin was fair and unblemished, untouched by sun or scar. Between her legs, a neat triangle of dark hair framed her womanhood, and the lips of her sex were visible, slightly parted. She knelt on the cold stone, her hands resting on her thighs, her head bowed.

Shen Mengyue walked forward, producing from her storage ring a length of dark rope—the Immortal Binding Rope. She looped it around Bai Zhenshuang’s neck, tying it securely, then held the other end like a leash.

“Follow me,” she said.

Bai Zhenshuang rose to her hands and knees, then began to crawl. Her breasts swung beneath her, her buttocks lifted and presented with every movement. The disciples of Heaven Sword Sect watched in stunned silence as their proud, beautiful leader crawled like an animal, led by the naked slave of Xuanfa.

Shen Mengyue led her to the main hall, where a large open space stood before the sect’s ceremonial altar. The disciples followed in a daze, unable to look away from the sight of their leader’s naked body, the rope around her neck, the way her face remained stoic even as her dignity was stripped away.

Shen Mengyue turned to face the assembled disciples, her voice loud and clear. “Bai Zhenshuang’s crimes are as follows: disrespect towards Zehuang Sect, and resisting lawful punishment administered by Lord Xuanfa. As partial execution of the sentence, she is to be publicly spanked four hundred times here in the main hall of Heaven Sword Sect, using the scabbard of her own sword to maximize her humiliation. Afterwards, she will be taken to Zehuang Sect for further severe punishment. Let this be a lesson to all who would speak i

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Li Que descended from the sky like a falling star, her bare feet touching the lush grass of Flower Valley without a sound. The morning dew clung to her athletic calves, and the rising sun cast long shadows across her naked form. Her fiery red hair, tied in a high ponytail, swayed with each confident step she took toward the main hall.

The Flower Valley disciples tending to the herb gardens froze mid-motion. Their hands stopped gathering medicinal leaves, their eyes widening at the sight before them. A woman, completely naked, walked through their sacred valley as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her skin was tanned to a warm bronze, muscles defined beneath like coiled springs ready to unleash devastating power. The black slave collar around her neck gleamed dully against her collarbone, a stark reminder of whose property she was.

"She's wearing nothing," a young disciple whispered, her face turning crimson.

"Not even a scrap of cloth," another murmured, covering her mouth.

Li Que paid them no mind. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, scanning the assembly of white-robed healers and alchemists who had gathered to see what disturbance had arrived. She had been paraded naked through the streets of cities, had crawled on all fours before the entire Zehuang Sect, had presented her upturned bottom for public spanking in the central square while thousands watched. A few wide-eyed herbalists meant nothing to her now. The master had taught her that a female slave's body belonged to him alone, to display or cover as he willed. Nudity was not shame—it was the uniform of her devotion.

The sound of hurried footsteps preceded Hua Qianyu's arrival. The Valley Master of Baihua Valley emerged from the main hall, her long cyan hair loosely tied at the back with a few strands falling by her ears. Her face was gentle as water, soft features carrying the natural affinity of one who had dedicated her life to healing. She wore a flowing green robe embroidered with silver thread depicting blooming flowers, her plump figure moving with the grace of a willow in the breeze.

"Li Que?" Hua Qianyu's voice carried genuine surprise. "What brings the Sparrow Slave of Zefeng Sect to my humble valley, and in such... revealing attire?"

Li Que's expression remained cold as she stopped twenty paces from Hua Qianyu. The disciples of Flower Valley had formed a loose circle around them, their curiosity and alarm equally evident. Some of the younger ones stared openly at Li Que's exposed form, while the older cultivators maintained cautious expressions, hands resting near their storage rings.

"Sparrow Slave comes bearing the master's decree," Li Que announced, her voice carrying across the clearing without effort. "Three months ago, disciples of Baihua Valley occupied the southern herb garden of Zefeng Sect, claiming ignorance of the territory's ownership. They harvested rare spiritual herbs, damaged the formation of the soil, and refused to vacate when confronted by Zefeng disciples."

Hua Qianyu's expression tightened. She had known this day would come. The herb garden in question lay near the border between their territories, and her disciples had assured her it was unclaimed land. She had believed them, too trusting of those under her care.

"Master Xuanfa has judged this matter," Li Que continued, her tone flat and imperious. "All disciples who participated in the occupation of the garden are to strip naked, kneel at the entrance of Zefeng Sect, and present their bottoms for spanking. Daily, one hundred strokes with the Heavenly Wooden Board for ten years. This is but a minor punishment."

A wave of gasps and murmurs swept through the Flower Valley disciples. Ten years of daily spankings? The Heavenly Wooden Board was infamous—designed to deliver maximum pain without causing permanent damage, but the humiliation would be crushing.

"As for you, Hua Qianyu," Li Que's eyes met the Valley Master's, "having failed in your oversight of your disciples, you are to receive the same punishment. Daily, one hundred strokes for ten years, in addition to your current duties as Valley Master."

Hua Qianyu's face went pale. She looked at the frightened faces of her disciples—young women who had followed her for decades, some for centuries. She had raised many of them from childhood, taught them healing arts and alchemy, sheltered them from the cruelties of the cultivation world. The thought of seeing them humiliated and beaten day after day for ten years was unbearable.

"Li Que," Hua Qianyu said slowly, "surely there is room for negotiation. Baihua Valley can offer compensation—spiritual herbs, alchemical formulas, healing services for Zefeng Sect. Name your price."

"My price is not mine to set," Li Que replied. "The master's word is absolute."

Hua Qianyu's gentle eyes hardened. "Then I cannot accept this punishment for my disciples. If Xuanfa wants justice, let him face me himself."

"You would resist the master's decree?" Li Que's lips curved into a cold smile. "I had hoped you would. The Sparrow Slave has been bored."

Hua Qianyu drew her sword—a blade of emerald crystal that hummed with healing energy, though it could kill as surely as any weapon. "I have no quarrel with you, Li Que. Stand aside, and let me speak with Xuanfa directly."

"Resistance is a crime," Li Que said, raising her hand. Flames flickered around her fingers, dancing like living things. "But the master allows me to dispense punishment as I see fit."

The battle erupted without warning.

Hua Qianyu moved first, her sword tracing a crescent of green energy that swept toward Li Que's midsection. The fire cultivator leaped into the air, flames erupting from her feet to propel her upward. She twisted mid-flight and launched a volley of fire arrows toward Hua Qianyu's position.

The Valley Master deflected them with a sweep of her blade, the green energy parting the flames like water. She advanced, her footwork elegant and precise, each step bringing her closer to her opponent. Her sword style was defensive, designed to capture and subdue rather than kill—a healer's instinct even in combat.

Li Que had no such compunctions. She landed on a branch of an ancient willow tree and immediately launched another assault. Twin serpents of flame coiled from her palms, growing larger as they flew, their jaws opening to swallow Hua Qianyu whole.

Hua Qianyu raised her free hand and a barrier of green light formed before her. The fire serpents crashed against it, sending waves of heat and light across the clearing. The Flower Valley disciples scrambled backward, shielding their faces from the intense glare.

"Yield," Li Que called out, her voice carrying over the crackling flames. "You cannot match me."

Hua Qianyu gritted her teeth and channeled more spiritual power into her barrier. The flames receded, but only momentarily. Li Que had already descended from the tree, her body wreathed in fire, her fists blazing like twin suns.

She struck the barrier three times—each blow sending shockwaves that cracked the defensive shell. On the fourth strike, the barrier shattered. Hua Qianyu stumbled backward, her sword coming up just in time to block Li Que's follow-up punch.

The force of the impact drove Hua Qianyu to her knees. Her arms trembled as she held Li Que's flaming fist at bay. Li Que's expression remained cold, almost bored.

"I defeated the Vermilion Bird Gate's champion in a duel of flames," Li Que said, pressing down with increasing force. "I have been refined by the master's discipline for decades. You are a healer, Hua Qianyu. Your duty is to mend, not to fight."

Hua Qianyu's knee buckled, and she fell forward. Li Que's other hand came down on the back of her neck, slamming her face into the grass. The emerald sword clattered from her grip.

A collective cry of dismay rose from the Flower Valley disciples. Some rushed forward, only to be stopped by a wall of flame Li Que summoned with a casual wave of her hand.

"Stay back, little flowers," Li Que said, keeping Hua Qianyu pinned. "Your Valley Master has made her choice."

She pulled a sound transmission talisman from her storage ring—it was stored in an invisible pocket of space near her collarbone, one of the few things Xuanfa allowed his slaves to carry. She activated it with a whisper of spiritual power.

The talisman glowed, and a cold voice emanated from it. Xuanfa's voice, flat and devoid of emotion, yet carrying an absolute authority that made even the distant disciples shiver.

"Hua Qianyu and the entire Flower Valley group resisted, increasing the crime. Hua Qianyu is to be taken back to Zefeng Sect for severe punishment. All disciples under her command will also receive heavy spanking."

Tears streaming down her face, Hua Qianyu struggled beneath Li Que's grip. "No! Please, they are innocent! They only followed my orders!"

"The disciples are responsible for their own actions," Xuanfa's voice continued. "But since you intercede, I offer you a choice. Take the punishment for all of them. Double the severity for yourself alone, and the disciples will be spared."

Hua Qianyu didn't hesitate. She managed to lift her head from the grass, her voice trembling but resolute. "I accept. Punish me alone. Let my disciples go free."

"Then the punishment must be severe," Xuanfa said. "Li Que, execute judgment."

The talisman went dark.

Li Que released Hua Qianyu and stepped back. The Flower Valley disciples rushed forward to help their Valley Master, but Hua Qianyu waved them away. She slowly got to her feet, her green robe torn and soiled from the battle.

Without a word, Hua Qianyu reached for the clasp of her robe. It fell open, revealing her pale shoulders. She pushed the fabric down, and it pooled at her feet. Her body was plump and well-proportioned, her skin like cream untouched by the sun. She stood naked before everyone, her face burning with shame but her eyes resolute.

She knelt on the grass, pressing her forehead to the ground. "I beg Master Xuanfa to have mercy on my disciples. This humble one will accept any punishment."

Li Que walked to her, pulling a golden Immortal Binding Rope from her spatial pocket. She looped it around Hua Qianyu's neck, the rope tightening into a collar similar to her own. The Flower Valley disciples gasped, some reaching for their weapons before remembering their Valley Master's sacrifice.

"On your hands and knees," Li Que commanded.

Hua Qianyu complied, her body trembling as she lowered herself onto all fours. Li Que took the other end of the rope and began walking toward the main hall of Flower Valley. Hua Qianyu crawled after her, her bare knees scraping against the gravel path, her full breasts swaying with each movement.

The disciples parted before them, their faces a mixture of horror and pity. Some covered their mouths, weeping silently. Others glared at Li Que with barely suppressed rage.

Li Que led them to the main hall, a grand structure of white marble and green jade, with windows carved to resemble blooming flowers. She made Hua Qianyu crawl up the steps and into the center of the hall, where a low platform stood for meditation and healing ceremonies.

"This will do," Li Que said, turning to face the Valley Master. "Hear your crimes, Hua Qianyu. First: failure in oversight, allowing your disciples to trespass and damage Zefeng Sect property. Second: violent resistance to the master's lawful decree. For these crimes, you are to receive four hundred strokes of the Heavenly Wooden Board, to be delivered here in the main hall of Flower Valley, witnessed by your disciples. Afterward, you will be taken to Zefeng Sect for further punishment."

Hua Qianyu remained on her hands and knees, her head bowed. "This humble one accepts."

"Then present yourself," Li Que said.

Hua Qianyu slowly bent forward, lowering her upper body until her chest touched the platform. She arched her back, raising her plump buttocks high in the air. The positi

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