The Punishment of the Heavenly Lord Xuanfa Part 2

The morning sun cast long shadows across the stone paths of Zehuang Sect as Xuanfa walked slowly through the main thoroughfare, three golden chains held loosely in his right hand. Each chain connected to a black leather collar cinched tight around the neck of a woman crawling on all fours behind him. Their bare knees scraped against the smooth stones, breasts swaying with each careful movement, slave collars gleaming in the pale light.

Lin Qiaoxin led the procession, her black low twin tails bouncing as she moved with an almost playful energy, despite her position. The formation grand elder kept her head slightly raised, a small, content smile on her lips. Behind her crawled Li Que, her athletic frame moving with controlled precision, fiery red high ponytail swaying like a banner of submission. Her proud eyes remained fixed on the ground before her, unwilling to look directly at her master without permission. Bringing up the rear was Shen Mengyue, her waist-length black hair cascading over her shoulders and brushing the stones as she moved, her ethereal beauty somehow enhanced by the degradation of her crawl.

Female disciples walking along the paths parted respectfully, their naked bodies making no move to cover themselves as they bowed. Some stole glances at the three grand elders, remembering a time when these women had been legends of the cultivation world—Sect Master of Xianxia Sect, the formation prodigy of a thousand years, the invincible battle vice sect leader of Zhuque Sect. Now they crawled on hands and knees, naked and collared, more loyal to the man before them than they had ever been to their own dao.

Xuanfa stopped at the center square where a massive stone platform rose from the ground, carved with arrays that hummed with spiritual energy. He turned, the chains clinking, and the three women immediately stopped, remaining in their crawling positions with their faces lowered.

"You three have broken through to the late Divinity Transformation stage, correct?" His voice carried no warmth, no praise, only the flat acknowledgment of fact.

Lin Qiaoxin lifted her head first, her eyes bright. "Thanks to the master's severe spanking of our buttocks and the spiritual energy of the Xuantian Realm, we were able to break through to the late Divinity Transformation stage in three hundred years."

Li Que nodded, her voice steady but carrying a hint of her old pride, now redirected wholly toward her master. "Without your discipline, Que Slave would still be stuck at Nascent Soul, thinking herself invincible. You showed me the truth of strength."

Shen Mengyue spoke last, her gentle voice soft but sincere. "Moon Slave is forever grateful for the master's guidance through punishment. Every strike of the board has driven me closer to the dao."

Xuanfa's expression remained unchanged, cold and handsome as carved jade. He reached into his storage ring and produced three golden chains, each link inscribed with intricate restraining formations that glowed with soft light.

"Since you have broken through to the late Divinity Transformation stage, I have a task for the three of you." He held the chains before them. "Bai Zhenshuang, the Sect Master of Heavenly Sword Sect, has been disrespectful in her words towards our Zehuang Sect. Hua Qianyu, the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley, once had her disciples occupy our Zehuang Sect's herb garden. Su Qianyao, the Saintess of the Demon Race, used her charm technique to confuse the minds of Zehuang Sect disciples."

Lin Qiaoxin's playful smile widened. "Oh? The sword immortal thinks she's too good for us? Xin Slave would love to show her the error of her ways."

Li Que's eyes hardened. "The Saintess of the Demon Race dares to use charm techniques on Zehuang Sect disciples? Que Slave will burn that silver-haired whore's arrogance to ash."

Shen Mengyue simply waited, her gentle expression unchanged, but her eyes held a cold edge that spoke of her willingness to carry out whatever punishment was required.

Xuanfa continued, his voice dropping slightly. "You three go and inform Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao: they are to voluntarily strip off all their clothes, kneel at the mountain entrance of Zehuang Sect, stick out their buttocks, and receive spanking. One hundred strokes of the Heavenly Dao Board on the buttocks each day for ten years, considered a minor punishment." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "If they resist, defeat them and use the Immortal Binding Chains to bring them back."

He tossed the golden chains, and each woman caught hers with practiced precision, wrapping them around their wrists like bracelets.

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, examining the Immortal Binding Chain. "These are beautiful. I'll make sure Bai Zhenshuang wears hers with pride by the time I'm done."

Li Que held the chain before her eyes, watching the light dance across its surface. "Resistance will only make the punishment sweeter. Que Slave will bring back the Demon Saintess broken and ready for discipline."

Shen Mengyue bowed her head. "Moon Slave will deliver the message to Hua Qianyu. If she is wise, she will submit. If not, she will learn the hard way."

Xuanfa nodded once, then turned to continue walking. The three women immediately resumed their crawl, following him on hands and knees as he made his way toward the main hall.

Lin Qiaoxin spoke up from behind, her voice carrying a hint of eager anticipation. "Master, since we have now broken through to the late Divinity Transformation stage, this Xin Slave has a request."

"Speak."

Li Que kept her eyes forward but added, "Que Slave also wishes to make the same request."

Shen Mengyue remained silent, but her nod was visible from the corner of Xuanfa's eye.

Lin Qiaoxin continued, her tone shifting to something between playful and earnest. "We request an increase in the daily number of spanking strokes to four hundred each. The spiritual energy from the Xuantian Realm combined with the Heavenly Dao Board's punishment has become… addictive."

Xuanfa stopped walking. The three women halted immediately, holding their breath. He turned slowly, a rare hint of amusement flickering in his cold eyes.

"So now you're in love with the feeling of being spanked, are you?"

Lin Qiaoxin's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't look away. "Xin Slave cannot deny it. The pain sharpens my focus. The healing formation's lingering ache reminds me of your ownership. It is… comfortable."

Li Que's voice was matter-of-fact. "Que Slave has learned to crave the board. Without it, the days feel incomplete."

Shen Mengyue's gentle voice carried a warmth that contrasted with her words. "Moon Slave has come to understand that punishment is the master's care made manifest. More strokes mean more of your attention."

Xuanfa studied them for a long moment, then allowed a thin smile to cross his lips. "After this mission is completed, I will increase your punishment as you wish."

The three women kowtowed, foreheads touching the stone. "Thank you, Master!"

Xuanfa turned and continued walking. The three crawled after him, their hearts lighter than they had any right to be.

They reached the main hall, a vast structure open on all sides, filled with soft light filtering through formation arrays. In the center of the hall stood three young women, each bearing an eighty percent resemblance to their mothers—Lin Yuxin with her playful maid's hairstyle and youthful face, Li Yunling with her calm, proud stance and athletic build, and Shen Xingmian with her gentle, ethereal beauty that mirrored her mother's.

The three younger women knelt as Xuanfa entered, their naked bodies bare, black slave collars around their necks. "Greetings, Master."

Xuanfa walked past them and ascended the raised platform at the end of the hall. He turned, seating himself on a black stone throne, and gestured with one finger.

"Your mothers' buttocks are itching. Now take the Heavenly Dao Boards and spank their buttocks, two hundred strokes each. Then make them spread their legs and whip their anal clefts, one hundred strokes each."

Lin Yuxin's eyes lit up with mischievous delight. She immediately stood and walked to a rack against the wall, pulling down three Heavenly Dao Boards—flat slabs of ancient wood inscribed with punishment arrays, each one humming with spiritual power.

"Coming right up, Master!" Lin Yuxin practically skipped back, handing a board to Li Yunling and Shen Xingmian.

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue had already assumed their positions—kneeling on all fours, back arched, buttocks presented high and proud. Each mother positioned herself before her daughter, spreading her knees slightly wider, tilting her hips to offer the best angle.

Lin Qiaoxin looked back at her daughter with a playful grin. "Remember, Yu'er, use the wrist, not the arm. Let the board do the work. And aim for the crease where the cheek meets the thigh—that's where it hurts the most. Don't hold back, or I'll be disappointed."

Lin Yuxin nodded seriously, raising the board. "Yes, Mother. I'll make sure you can't sit comfortably for a week."

She swung. The Heavenly Dao Board cracked against Lin Qiaoxin's right buttock, and the sound echoed through the hall like thunder. A bright red mark bloomed instantly across the pale skin. Lin Qiaoxin gasped, but the sound was one of pleasure rather than pain, her body shuddering with acceptance.

Li Que positioned herself before Li Yunling, her posture rigid and proud despite her nakedness. "Yunling, you must strike with conviction. A half-hearted spanking is an insult to the master's order. Break the skin if you must. I have endured far worse and come back stronger."

Li Yunling's calm eyes met her mother's. "I will not disappoint you, Mother." She swung with precise force, the board landing flat and hard across both cheeks in a single, devastating stroke. Li Que's breath caught, but she held her position, a small smile of approval crossing her lips.

Shen Mengyue knelt before Shen Xingmian, her gentle eyes soft with affection. "Xingmian, remember that every stroke is a gift. The master's punishment purifies our dao and strengthens our bond. Feel the spiritual energy flowing through the board as you strike, and let it guide your hand."

Shen Xingmian nodded, her face serene. "I understand, Mother. I will make you proud." She raised the board and brought it down with graceful precision, the crack of wood against flesh harmonizing with the other two strokes.

The hall filled with the rhythmic sounds of punishment—crack, pause, crack, pause. Each daughter found her rhythm, adjusting to her mother's preferences. Lin Qiaoxin directed Lin Yuxin to adjust her angle, to strike faster, to vary the intensity. Li Que simply grunted with each stroke, offering no further guidance, trusting her daughter's skill. Shen Mengyue offered quiet words of encouragement, praising each precise strike.

By the fiftieth stroke, the three mothers' buttocks had transformed from pale to deep red, the skin heated and swollen. By the hundredth stroke, the red had given way to purple, with dark bruises forming across the crests of their cheeks. The veins of the Heavenly Dao Board pulsed with absorbed spiritual energy, transferring it back into the women with each impact.

Lin Qiaoxin's playful demeanor had shifted into something more intense, her breath coming in sharp gasps. "Yes… yes, that's it… harder on the left side, I neglected that side during morning meditation…"

Li Que's rigid posture had softened slightly, her body responding to the punishment even as her pride kept her voice steady. "Faster. You're slowing down. A real punishment never relents."

Shen Mengyue had closed her eyes, her face peaceful despite the violent reddening of her flesh. "Beautiful… the pain is beautiful… it reminds me that I belong to the master…"

At two hundred strokes, the three daughters stepped back, lowering the boards. The mothers' buttocks w

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The mountain pass of Zehuang Gate stood silent under the pale morning light, its stone arch weathered by centuries of wind and rain. Beyond it, the path wound upward through jagged cliffs, but before it, a procession of dark figures descended from the sky like a swarm of locusts.

The Demon Clan’s Sacred Maiden Guard landed in perfect formation, their boots striking the earth in unison. Over sixty of them, clad in black armor etched with crimson runes, moved with the precision of a single organism. Their leader, a woman with sharp features and eyes like burning coals, stepped forward. A Zi, mid-stage Nascent Soul, had served the Sacred Maiden for three hundred years. She had never failed in her duty.

And now, her duty had brought her here.

Before her, at the foot of the mountain pass, Su Qianyao knelt on the cold stone. Her silver hair spilled over her shoulders like moonlight, her bright red pupils half-lidded with something that looked almost like anticipation. She was naked, her hands bound behind her back with chains that clinked softly as she shifted her weight. Her buttocks were raised, presented to the air, and as A Zi watched, a slab of jade-white energy—the Heavenly Dao Board—descended and struck her flesh with a sharp crack.

Su Qianyao moaned. It was not a sound of pain.

A Zi’s hand clenched around the hilt of her blade. She sent a long-distance voice transmission cutting through the spiritual currents, her voice cold and sharp as a blade’s edge. “Zehuang Gate. Release the Sacred Maiden of the Demon Clan immediately, or face annihilation.”

The echo of her words rippled through the mountain pass. For a long moment, nothing moved. Then, from the shadow of the archway, two figures emerged.

They walked slowly, unhurriedly, their bare feet silent on the stone. Both were naked, their bodies fully exposed to the morning light, yet neither showed the slightest trace of shame. The one on the left was Bai Zhenshuang, her delicate features carved from jade, her long black hair falling past her waist. Her bust was full and firm, her hips round and full, her waist slender as a willow branch. Her expression was cold, aloof, as if she were walking through a garden rather than standing before an armed host. Around her neck, a black slave collar gleamed like a band of shadow.

Beside her walked Hua Qianyu, her green hair loosely tied at the back of her head, a few strands hanging by her ears. Her face was gentle as water, her features soft and delicate, her expression serene. Her figure was plump and well-proportioned, her skin luminous like polished pearl. She too wore a black slave collar, and her gaze held no shame, only a quiet acceptance that radiated from every line of her body.

The guards stared. Some of them had seen Bai Zhenshuang before—the Sword Immortal of Tianjian Sect, a woman whose mere presence had once commanded respect across half the cultivation world. Hua Qianyu, the Medicine Immortal of Baihua Valley, had been known for her gentle wisdom and her unwavering moral code. To see them now, naked and collared, walking out of Zehuang Gate as if it were the most natural thing in the world, struck the guards like a physical blow.

A Zi’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “Bai Zhenshuang. Hua Qianyu.” Her voice dripped with venom. “So the Heavenly Sword Sect and Hundred Flowers Valley have colluded with Zehuang Gate. I should have known. Your sects will be purged alongside this—this perversion.”

Bai Zhenshuang stopped walking. She stood before the assembled guards, her naked body a stark contrast against their armored ranks, and spoke in a voice as cold as winter frost. “You are mistaken. I am no longer the sect master of Heavenly Sword Sect. By the grace of Xuanfa, I have been taken as a female slave, given the name Shuang Nu. I receive the spanking punishment every day.” Her words were flat, emotionless, as if she were reciting a script. But in her eyes, beneath the cold surface, there was a flicker of something else—a deep, unshakable obedience.

Hua Qianyu inclined her head, her voice gentle like a mother soothing a child. “I am no longer the valley master of Hundred Flowers Valley. Thanks to Xuanfa, I have been granted the position of female slave, named Yu Nu. I must receive the spanking punishment daily.” She paused, her soft smile not reaching her eyes. “Moreover, your Sacred Maiden Su Qianyao is here voluntarily.”

“Lies!” A Zi’s blade sang as it left its sheath. “You have been brainwashed! You have been broken!”

But even as she shouted, Su Qianyao moaned again from behind her, a sound so full of pleasure that it made several of the younger guards blush. Another strike of the Heavenly Dao Board landed, and Su Qianyao’s body arched, her chains rattling.

“Please,” she breathed, her voice carrying across the distance. “More.”

A Zi’s face twisted with fury. “Attack! Rescue the Sacred Maiden!”

The guards surged forward as one, their combined attack technique flaring to life. A formation of crimson light wove between them, amplifying their strength, linking their spiritual energy into a single devastating wave. They had trained for centuries to fight as a unit. Against three or four Nascent Soul cultivators, they could hold their own. Against two, they should have been unstoppable.

But Bai Zhenshuang was no ordinary cultivator. Neither was Hua Qianyu.

Bai Zhenshuang’s hand moved, and Ningshuang, her sword, materialized from thin air. The blade was cold, its edge glinting like frozen light. She stepped forward and met the first wave of the formation head-on. Her sword sang, slicing through the crimson energy like a knife through silk, and the shockwave sent three guards flying.

Behind her, the Heavenly Dao Board struck Su Qianyao again.

Crack.

Su Qianyao’s moan echoed through the pass, high and melodic, trembling with a pleasure that bordered on agony. The sound seemed to seep into the air itself, and as it reached Bai Zhenshuang, something changed in her stance. Her sword moved faster. Her attacks grew sharper.

Crack.

Hua Qianyu raised her hands, and formations bloomed around her like flowers in spring. Petals of golden light spun through the air, each one a blade, each one a shield. She caught three guards in a web of spiritual energy and flung them into the cliffside. Her expression never changed, but her attacks grew more precise, more devastating, with every spank that echoed behind her.

The guards were fighting not just two Nascent Soul late-stage cultivators, but two women whose bodies and minds were tuned to the rhythm of punishment. With every crack of the board, Bai Zhenshuang’s sword flared brighter. With every moan, Hua Qianyu’s formations tightened, their threads woven with a power that seemed to draw strength from Su Qianyao’s pleasure.

And Su Qianyao’s pleasure was building.

Her chains rattled as she began to tremble. Her silver hair clung to her sweat-slicked skin. Her red pupils were wide, unfocused, lost in a haze of sensation. The Heavenly Dao Board struck again, and again, and each time it landed, her body jerked, her breath catching in her throat.

“A—again,” she gasped. “Harder.”

The guard members hesitated. Some of them had stopped fighting, their eyes fixed on the Sacred Maiden in disbelief. How could this be? The Sacred Maiden of the Demon Clan, the woman who had seduced and destroyed countless cultivators with her charm techniques, was on her hands and knees, begging to be spanked.

A Zi screamed in frustration, her blade clashing against Bai Zhenshuang’s. “What sorcery is this? What have you done to her?”

Bai Zhenshuang’s sword twisted, disarming A Zi in a single motion. “No sorcery. Only truth.”

And then Su Qianyao climaxed.

Her body arched, her chains pulling taut, and from her lips came a cry that was pure, unguarded ecstasy. It was not a sound of pain. It was not a sound of fear. It was the sound of a woman finally receiving what she had always wanted, what she had never dared to ask for, and finding it more perfect than she had ever imagined.

One of the guards dropped her weapon. Her face was pale, her voice hollow. “Impossible. The Sacred Maiden... she orgasmed from being spanked.”

The words spread through the guard like wildfire. Their formation wavered. Their attacks faltered. How could they fight when even their Sacred Maiden had abandoned them? When their Sacred Maiden was lying on the ground, her buttocks purple and swollen, panting with a look of pure bliss on her face?

A Zi stood alone, her blade broken, her spirit shattered. She looked at Bai Zhenshuang, at Hua Qianyu, at Su Qianyao sprawled on the stone, and for the first time in centuries, she did not know what to do.

Su Qianyao lifted her head. Her voice was hoarse, intermittent, but clear enough to carry. “Sisters of the guard... Yao Nu is truly staying here voluntarily. Yao Nu has always wanted someone to beat her buttocks raw.”

The guards looked at each other. They were outmatched, their formation broken, their Sacred Maiden refusing to return. One by one, they lowered their weapons. A Zi stared at Su Qianyao for a long moment, then turned and walked away. The rest followed, their footsteps heavy, their silence deeper than any accusation.

The mountain pass fell quiet.

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu dismissed their weapons. Without a word, they turned and walked back through the archway, their naked forms disappearing into the shadows. They did not look back. They did not need to.

They had a report to make.

Xuanfa sat in the main hall of Zehuang Gate, his black training clothes immaculate, his expression unreadable. He listened to their account without interruption, his fingers resting lightly on the armrest of his throne. When they finished, he nodded.

“You have done well.”

The words were simple, but they carried weight. Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu knelt before him, their heads bowed, their bodies still bare. They had not bothered to dress. There was no point. Before their master, they were always naked.

Xuanfa’s gaze swept over them. “As your first task as female slaves, you will deliver a message to two minor sects. The master of Biluo Palace, Yun Qing’er, and the master of Jiuyou Valley, You Lan, have allowed their disciples to conflict with Zehuang Gate. Their discipline is lax. For this, they require a minor punishment.” His voice was cold, measured, without emotion. “Let these two leaders and the disciples who participated in the conflict remove all their clothing, kneel at the mountain pass of Zehuang Gate, and raise their buttocks to be spanked. One hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao Board daily, for three years. If they resist, they will be severely punished.”

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu bowed their heads in unison. “As the master commands.”

Bai Zhenshuang rose first. She walked to the entrance of Biluo Palace alone, her bare feet carrying her across the threshold of the sect’s outer gate. The disciples of Biluo Palace saw her coming, saw her naked body, and froze. Their eyes went wide. Their hands went to their weapons, but none of them dared draw.

She was Bai Zhenshuang. Even naked. Even collared. She was still Bai Zhenshuang.

Her black hair swayed as she walked, her delicate features cold and proud. Her full breasts swayed with each step, her hips curved and full, her waist impossibly slender. She was a sword given flesh, a blade honed to perfection, and every inch of her exposed body spoke of power restrained, of obedience that did not diminish her.

She walked from the gate to the main hall, her gaze fixed forward, ignoring the whispers, the stares, the fear that rippled through the crowd. Inside, her heart was calm. There was no shame. There was only the master’s will, and her purpose.

She reached the main hall. Yun Qing’er sat on her throne, a mid-stage Core Formation cultivator, her face pale as she watched the most famous sword immortal of the age walk naked into her domain. Behind her, a dozen disciples hudd

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Inside the Xuantian Realm, the air was thick with spiritual energy and the faint scent of sandalwood. Six naked women knelt in a row before Xuanfa, their heads bowed, black slave collars gleaming around their necks. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao—each a formidable Nascent Soul cultivator in her own right—waited in silence for their master to speak.

Xuanfa sat cross-legged on a jade platform, his black training clothes stark against the white stone. His cold, handsome face betrayed nothing as he surveyed his devoted slaves. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and even. "Report."

Lin Qiaoxin raised her head, her black low twin tails bouncing with the movement. A playful grin spread across her youthful features. "Master, the biggest news in the cultivation world recently is about Xin Nu and the others." She gestured with her chin toward the women beside her. "Rumors are spreading like wildfire. People say there are six naked female slaves, all with cultivation at the Nascent Soul Later Stage, who roam the lands looking for female cultivators that have offended you."

Li Que snorted, her fiery red high ponytail swaying. "They say we appear out of nowhere, strip the offenders bare, and give them such a thorough spanking that they can't sit for a month. Some of those arrogant sect leaders have learned their lesson the hard way."

Shen Mengyue's gentle voice followed. "The disciples of Zehuang Gate have also made remarkable progress. Their combat techniques have sharpened under Que Nu's guidance, and Xin Nu's formations are more intricate than ever. Shuang Nu's swordsmanship has elevated the younger generation, while Yu Nu's alchemy and Yao Nu's divine sense training have yielded impressive results."

Bai Zhenshuang remained silent, her delicate features icy and composed. Hua Qianyu offered a soft smile of agreement. Su Qianyao's bright red pupils glinted with mischief as she leaned forward slightly, her silver hair cascading over her full breasts. "Yao Nu also found time to seduce a talented female cultivator and bring her back to Zehuang Gate," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "Her name is Nangong Xue. Her older sister is Nangong Wan, the late-stage Nascent Soul sect master of the Crimson Flower Spirit Domain. But Sister Xue has been resisting fiercely lately."

Li Que's eyes narrowed. "Hand her over to Que Nu. Watch me spank her buttocks dozens of times until she doesn't dare talk back."

Xuanfa nodded slowly. "You six have done well. Henceforth, when you come before me, you need not kneel; a salute will suffice."

The six women exchanged glances, surprise and joy flickering across their faces. They rose gracefully, their naked bodies on full display as they offered respectful salutes.

Xuanfa reached into his storage ring and produced six black leather belts, each gleaming with a faint, ominous aura. "These are artifacts made from the hide of a demon Mo Jiao, called Shadow-chasing Belts. By injecting spiritual power, they will automatically track and spank your buttocks, no matter what movement or posture you assume." He paused, letting the words sink in. "Though not as painful as the Heavenly Dao Boards, they should suffice for additional punishment."

Su Qianyao's eyes lit up. She stepped forward eagerly and took the belt, running her fingers over its smooth surface. "The master has bestowed a wonderful treasure. Yao Nu's greedy buttocks aren't satisfied with just four hundred spanks a day. Yao Nu will use the Shadow-chasing Belt to harshly beat this greedy bottom."

Lin Qiaoxin clapped her hands together. "That means I can be spanked anytime? Great!" She accepted her belt with a grin.

Li Que took hers with a firm grip. "Que Nu will use the greatest spiritual power to drive the belt and beat her own buttocks raw."

Shen Mengyue bowed her head. "Yue Nu thanks the master for the generous gift and will use it well to punish her own buttocks."

Hua Qianyu held the belt reverently. "Yu Nu will use the artifact properly to ensure her buttocks are properly spanked."

Bai Zhenshuang's cool voice rang out. "In gratitude for the gift, Shuang Nu will repay with punishment to her own buttocks, making sure they are beaten raw."

Xuanfa dismissed them with a wave. "Go. Attend to your duties at Zehuang Gate."

The six women departed, each fastening the Shadow-chasing Belt around her waist. The moment they stepped outside the Xuantian Realm and into the bustling halls of Zehuang Gate, they activated the belts with a surge of spiritual power.

What followed was a spectacle unlike any other.

Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang stood in the training yard, surrounded by dozens of naked female disciples practicing swordsmanship. Both women held their swords with perfect poise as they demonstrated a complex series of strikes. But behind them, the black leather belts writhed like living serpents. The belts arced through the air and cracked against their bare buttocks with a sound that echoed across the yard—*WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!*

Each blow was measured, precise, and relentless. The belts followed every shift of their hips, every twist of their bodies. When Shen Mengyue leaned forward to correct a disciple's stance, the belt snapped against her raised bottom, sending a ripple through her pale flesh. *THWACK!* She didn't flinch. When Bai Zhenshuang executed a sweeping sword gesture, the belt caught her mid-motion, the leather biting into her round cheeks. *CRACK!* Her expression remained icy, her sword steady.

In the combat training ground, Li Que grappled with a group of advanced disciples. She threw one to the ground, parried a strike from another, and sidestepped a third—all while the Shadow-chasing Belt behind her hammered her buttocks without mercy. *WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!* Each impact was thunderous, turning her athletic backside a deep, angry crimson. But Li Que only grinned, her fiery hair whipping as she delivered instructions. "Tighten your guard! Again!"

Lin Qiaoxin sat cross-legged in the center of a formation array, surrounded by glowing runes. Her hands moved rapidly, adjusting the spiritual flows. The Shadow-chasing Belt behind her worked overtime, slapping her perky buttocks with a rhythm like a drummer's beat. *SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!* Her youthful body jiggled with each strike. Lin Qiaoxin giggled. "Oh, that's a good spot. A little lower, Belt, and you'll find the sweet spot." The belt obliged, cracking against her sit-spots. She sighed with theatrical pleasure.

Hua Qianyu tended to a garden of spiritual herbs, her green hair tied loosely. She knelt to examine a rare bloom, and the belt immediately lashed her plump buttocks. *WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!* Her soft flesh rippled under the assault. She hummed a gentle tune as she continued her work, as if the punishment were no more distracting than a summer breeze.

Su Qianyao sat in a meditation chamber, guiding disciples through divine sense exercises. Her silver hair spread around her like a halo. The Shadow-chasing Belt behind her was the most enthusiastic of all, cracking against her full, rounded buttocks with relentless fury. *CRACK! THWACK! SMACK!* Her flesh quivered and bounced. Su Qianyao moaned softly. "Mm, yes. Harder. Yao Nu's bottom needs this." But her voice remained steady as she taught.

Across Zehuang Gate, the sound of spanking was constant. The black belts wove through the air like vengeful spirits, never resting, never missing. The six women conducted their duties as if the punishment were nothing at all. Their movements were fluid, their composure unshaken. The disciples had long grown accustomed to the sight—their elders, naked and collared, being spanked endlessly while maintaining perfect grace.

Back inside the Xuantian Realm, Xuanfa watched his six slaves through a floating projection. A faint hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. When they returned that evening, their buttocks were all a uniform shade of red and purple, glistening from the relentless punishment. The belts continued their work even as the women knelt before him again.

Xuanfa's gaze swept over them. "Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, Su Qianyao. You were captured and made into female slaves by Shen Mengyue, Li Que, and Lin Qiaoxin respectively. Have you ever thought about reciprocating?"

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu were stunned for a moment. Then Bai Zhenshuang shook her head. "No. Thanks to Shen Mengyue capturing Shuang Nu, Shuang Nu was able to be harshly spanked by the master and become the master's female slave."

Hua Qianyu nodded. "Yu Nu feels the same. Thanks to Li Que's capture, Yu Nu found her place at the master's side."

Su Qianyao licked her lips, a predatory gleam in her bright red eyes. "Yao Nu has long wanted to spank Sister Xin's buttocks herself. Sister Xin's buttocks are round and perky; they must look beautiful when being spanked."

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue exchanged glances. Without a word, they knelt down and raised their buttocks high, presenting their battered flesh for the others. The Shadow-chasing Belts, undeterred, continued their assault even as the women offered themselves.

Lin Qiaoxin giggled over her shoulder. "Come on, Sister Yao, spank Xin Nu's bottom hard. Let's see if your spanking hurts as much as the master's."

Li Que's voice was firm. "Please, Sister Yu, spank my buttocks with full force. Don't hold back."

Shen Mengyue's tone was gentle. "Please, Sister Shuang, punish Yue Nu's buttocks to your heart's content."

Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao stepped forward, each taking a Heavenly Dao Board from Xuanfa's outstretched hand. The wooden boards hummed with spiritual power.

Su Qianyao positioned herself behind Lin Qiaoxin. She raised the board high, her silver hair swaying, and brought it down with all her might. *CRACK!* The sound split the air. Lin Qiaoxin's round bottom shuddered, a bright red stripe appearing across her cheeks. Su Qianyao didn't pause. *WHAP! CRACK! THWACK!* She struck with precision and power, each blow landing on fresh tender spots. Lin Qiaoxin's youthful body jiggled violently. Her playful giggles soon turned into breathless gasps. *SMACK! WHAP! CRACK!* After the first hundred, her bottom was a deep crimson. After two hundred, purple welts rose. At three hundred, her skin was raw and bleeding in places. Su Qianyao finished the four hundredth blow with a satisfying *CRACK!* Lin Qiaoxin collapsed forward, her buttocks transformed into a swollen, shredded mess.

Hua Qianyu approached Li Que. The red-haired woman remained still, her athletic body poised. Hua Qianyu raised the board, her gentle expression turning focused. *WHAP!* The board connected squarely with Li Que's firm cheeks. Li Que grunted but held her position. Hua Qianyu spanked rhythmically, hard and steady, each strike drawing a shudder from Li Que's muscular frame. *CRACK! SMACK! WHAP!* By two hundred, Li Que's buttocks were purple and swollen. By three hundred, the skin had split in places. Hua Qianyu continued until the final blow, leaving Li Que's backside a raw, bleeding ruin. Li Que's breath came in ragged pants, but she remained silent.

Bai Zhenshuang took the board to Shen Mengyue. The icy sword immortal raised the weapon with cold precision. *CRACK!* The first blow landed like a thunderclap. Shen Mengyue's gentle body rocked forward, her black hair spilling over her face. Bai Zhenshuang struck methodically, her face expressionless, as if she were practicing a sword form. *WHAP! THWACK! SMACK!* Each blow was perfectly aimed, maximizing pain. Shen Mengyue whimpered softly but didn't beg for mercy. At two hundred, her pale bottom was a mass of purple bruises. At three hundred, blood trickled down her thighs. Bai Zhenshuang finished with four heavy blows that made Shen Mengyue's whole body convulse. Her buttocks were utterly destroyed—raw, torn, and glistening with blood.

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The Questioning Dao Conference in Wuling City was a grand tournament for cultivators. All cultivators at the Core Formation stage and above could participate. Cultivators gathered from across the land to compete in combat, alchemy, divine sense, formations, and more. Winners gained great fame and prizes. This time, Zehuang Gate sent Xuanfa’s six female slaves: Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao.

The six beautiful female slaves stood in the center of the massive arena, ignoring the gazes of those around them. They calmly displayed their naked bodies, their skin bared to the sun and the stares of thousands. Lin Qiaoxin’s black low twin tails bounced as she tilted her head, her youthful figure perfectly sculpted, her slave collar glinting black against her throat. Li Que stood tall and athletic, her fiery red hair tied in a high ponytail, her muscles taut and proud. Shen Mengyue’s waist-length black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her fair skin glowing with both ethereal purity and seductive charm. Bai Zhenshuang’s cold, delicate features held an innate nobility; her full breasts and round hips were unapologetically displayed. Hua Qianyu’s green hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, a few strands hanging by her ears; her plump, well-proportioned figure exuded gentle tolerance. Su Qianyao’s silver hair flowed like moonlight, her bright red pupils flashing with soul-stealing charm, her full breasts and round hips a testament to her demonic allure.

The surrounding cultivators were shocked, embarrassed, confused, and angry. A male cultivator in blue robes stepped forward, his face reddening. “The Questioning Dao Conference is a cultivation assembly. Being naked is completely inappropriate!”

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Then what should Xin Nu do? Crawl on the ground? I don’t mind, but that wouldn’t be good for the competition.” She winked, and her twin tails swayed.

Shen Mengyue’s voice was calm, her expression serene. “We are all female slaves of Xuanfa. Female slaves must always remain naked. It is our master’s decree.”

Another cultivator, a sneer twisting his lips, called out, “I didn’t expect naked female slaves could participate in the Questioning Dao Conference.”

Li Que sniffed disdainfully, her nostrils flaring. “I remember the requirement for participation is cultivators above Core Formation. It doesn’t say female slaves can’t participate.” She folded her arms, her athletic body tense.

Bai Zhenshuang’s cold voice cut through the murmurs. “Perhaps you lack the confidence to defeat a completely naked female slave?” Her eyes swept the crowd with icy disdain.

A female cultivator, her face contorted with indignation, shouted, “You female slaves are bringing shame upon all female cultivators!”

Hua Qianyu calmly replied, her voice like a soothing breeze, “We female slaves have no dignity. Everything is for our master. Accepting the master’s punishment and humiliation is our duty.” Her green hair swayed as she spoke.

Su Qianyao’s voice dripped with seduction, her red pupils gleaming. “Sister, would you like to try being spanked? Yao Nu’s buttocks are spanked every day until I feel divine pleasure.” She licked her lips, and the female cultivator shuddered in disgust.

The Questioning Dao Conference began. The six female slaves activated the Shadow-chasing Belts with their spiritual power. The belts, like bloodthirsty beasts, tracked the six female slaves’ buttocks and spanked them continuously. Each belt was a strip of dark leather, enchanted to follow its target, striking with rhythmic precision.

For the swordsmanship competition, Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang teamed up. As they drew their swords—Zixia and Ningshuang—the belts snapped against their buttocks. Shen Mengyue’s fair bottom rippled with each strike, the fleshy cheeks jiggling as she moved. Bai Zhenshuang’s round, firm buttocks quivered under the relentless blows. The sounds—*crack, crack, crack*—echoed across the arena, but neither woman flinched. Their swords danced in perfect harmony, severing the weapons of their opponents with elegant precision. Shen Mengyue’s Zixia sword sang through the air, while Bai Zhenshuang’s Ningshuang blade left trails of frost. They defeated three pairs of Core Formation sword cultivators without breaking a sweat, their thighs reddening from the continuous spanking.

For the alchemy competition, Li Que and Hua Qianyu joined forces. Li Que’s flames roared from her palms, heating the cauldron as Hua Qianyu added herbs with practiced ease. Meanwhile, their belts snapped mercilessly. Li Que’s athletic buttocks bounced with each strike, the skin turning crimson. Hua Qianyu’s plump bottom rippled like waves, her gentle face showing no pain. The belts spanked them in rhythm: *smack, smack, smack*. Yet their hands remained steady. Li Que controlled the flame temperature perfectly, and Hua Qianyu’s alchemical knowledge created a pill of unprecedented quality. Their competitors, flustered by the sight and sound, made mistakes and produced inferior pills.

For the formation competition, Lin Qiaoxin took the stage alone. Her giggles continued as her belt spanked her youthful bottom. The leather cracked against her slim cheeks, making her buttocks jiggle. She laid down complex formation arrays with blinding speed, her fingers tracing glowing lines. The spanking did not slow her; she hummed a tune while the belt punished her. Her formation trapped three formation masters in a maze of illusion and confusion. She defeated them in minutes, her bottom now bright red, but her smile never wavered.

For the divine sense competition, Su Qianyao faced three late-Core Formation divine sense experts. Her belt spanked her full round buttocks with force, the cheeks wobbling and slapping together. She laughed seductively, projecting her charm through her divine sense. The belt struck her bottom again and again, the sound mixing with her moans of pleasure. Her opponents’ minds became fogged, their resistance crumbling under her sensual assault. She overwhelmed them all, her red pupils glowing triumphantly as the belt continued its spanking.

The six female slaves acted as if nothing was happening, as if to say, “Even while being spanked and competing, we will still defeat you.” Their buttocks were red, swollen, and glistening with sweat, but they moved with grace and power. The belts spanked them continuously—*thwack, thwack, crack, smack*—for the entire duration of the competition. Their faces remained calm, their eyes focused, their bodies unashamed.

All cultivators were astonished. If Xuanfa’s female slaves were this formidable, what about Xuanfa himself? Zehuang Gate became even more famous, becoming one of the most renowned sects in the cultivation world. Whispers spread like wildfire: the naked female slaves had won every competition, and their master’s power must be beyond imagination.

Later, after Zehuang Gate gained more fame, a large meeting of female cultivators took place in a grand hall. The leaders were Nangong Wan, the sect master of Crimson Flower Spirit Domain, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator skilled in divine sense, and Zhi Yun, the valley master of Zhi Ling Valley, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator skilled in formations. These two were powerful female cultivators on par with Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, and Hua Qianyu.

The hall was filled with angry and fearful voices. A female cultivator cried out, “Zehuang Gate’s wanton capture of female cultivators must stop! They are spanked harshly every day like animals!”

Another added, “My sister was taken by that demon Su Qianyao! She is now a naked slave, her bottom always bruised!”

Nangong Wan stood tall, her face stern. “I have heard enough. My younger sister was abducted by Su Qianyao. She is now spanked harshly every day, her dignity destroyed. We cannot allow this to continue.”

Zhi Yun nodded, her eyes sharp. “Although male cultivators can increase cultivation for both parties by spanking female cultivators’ bottoms, most of us are unwilling to accept such humiliation. We must fight back.”

The cultivators present expressed their anger and fear. Many female cultivators decided that Nangong Wan and Zhi Yun would lead them to form the Qing Luan Alliance. They raised their hands in oath. “We vow to overthrow Zehuang Gate, this lecherous place, and defeat Xuanfa, this bully of female cultivators! We will free our sisters and restore our honor!”

The hall echoed with cheers and cries of determination. They did not know that this decision would lead the entire cultivation world’s female cultivators into a hell of being spanked. The path they chose was paved with good intentions but would end in shame and submission.

The sun hung low over the Zehuang Sect, casting long shadows across the vast plains that surrounded the sect’s imposing gates. A sea of female cultivators stretched to the horizon, their robes fluttering in the wind, their faces set with determination and anger. One hundred thousand strong, they had gathered from every corner of the cultivation world, united under two banners held high by the leaders at the front. Nan Gongwan, a late-stage Divine Transformation powerhouse, stood tall with cold fury in her eyes. Beside her, Zhi Yun, equally powerful and equally enraged, gripped her sword hilt so tightly her knuckles went white.

Nan Gongwan raised her hand, and the murmuring of the crowd fell silent. She infused her voice with spiritual power, sending it booming across the distance toward the Zehuang Sect gates. “Xuanfa! Your tyranny ends today! We demand you release all the female cultivators you have enslaved, and submit to justice! If you refuse, we will tear down your sect stone by stone!”

Zhi Yun added, her voice sharp as a blade, “You have defiled the dignity of our cultivation world long enough. We will not stand by while you debase our sisters. Come out and face us, coward!”

The gates of the Zehuang Sect groaned, but not with the weight of an army. Instead, six figures stepped through the entrance, walking slowly, calmly, as if they were taking a leisurely stroll through a garden. The hundred-thousand-strong alliance fell silent, their eyes widening as they took in the sight before them.

Six women, completely naked, walked forward with heads held high. Around each of their necks glinted a black slave collar, the mark of their submission. Their bodies bore no shame, no hesitation. They moved with the grace of those who had long accepted their place.

Lin Qiaoxin led the group, her black low twin tails bouncing with each step. Her youthful, cute face broke into a playful grin as she surveyed the massive army. Her slim, well-proportioned figure was on full display, her skin smooth and unblemished, a stark contrast to the armored and robed cultivators before her. She twirled a formation flag in her hand and winked.

Beside her, Li Que walked with the proud, athletic gait of a warrior. Her fiery red hair was tied in a high ponytail that swayed behind her. Her tall, athletic body was taut with muscle, her skin tanned from countless battles. She cracked her neck and glared at the crowd with disdain, a flicker of flame dancing in her palm.

Shen Mengyue followed, her waist-length black hair cascading down her back, framing a face that combined ethereal purity with mature charm. Her fair skin seemed to glow in the sunlight. She walked with the calm dignity of someone who had once led a sect, yet now wore her nakedness and collar without a trace of embarrassment. Her eyes swept over the crowd with cool indifference.

Bai Zhenshuang came next, her delicate and cold features as immobile as a winter lake. Her long black hair flowed behind her, and her full, firm breasts and round hips moved with each step, but her expression remained aloof, detached. She carried no sword, but her fingers twitched as if ready to summon one at any moment.

Hua Qianyu walked with gentle steps, her long green hair loosely tied at the back of her head, a few strands hanging by her ears. Her soft, delicate features held a natural warmth, her plump and well-proportioned body exuding an almost maternal serenity. She clasped her hands before her and offered a slight bow to the army.

Finally, Su Qianyao swayed forward, her silver long hair flowing like a river of moonlight, her bright red pupils gleaming with mischief. Her full breasts and round hips, her slender and soft waist, moved with an exaggerated, seductive rhythm. She licked her lips and let out a soft, melodic laugh that sent a shiver through the front ranks of the alliance.

The contrast was jarring. Here stood six naked women, marked as slaves, yet they radiated power and confidence that made the armored cultivators before them feel suddenly small.

Zhi Yun stepped forward, her face twisted with disgust and anger as she recognized the former sect leaders. “Shen Mengyue! Bai Zhenshuang! Hua Qianyu! You were once respected leaders of your sects! How can you debase yourselves so willingly? You have brought shame upon all female cultivators!”

Hua Qianyu inclined her head, her voice soft and gentle. “Becoming the master’s slave is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to this slave Yu. I have found peace and purpose under his hand.”

Shen Mengyue’s voice was calm, measured. “Under the master’s spanking punishment, this slave Yue has already improved a great deal. My cultivation is purer, my heart is clearer. I am grateful for his discipline.”

Bai Zhenshuang’s words came coldly, like frost. “This slave Shuang was once disrespectful to the master. He punished me with a spanking, and I realized my error. He took me in as a slave, and I am better for it. A female cultivator’s buttocks exist to be spanked. That is the truth.”

Nan Gongwan’s eyes blazed with fury. She pointed at Su Qianyao. “You! You seduced my sister Nan Gongxue! Hand her over immediately, or I will make you regret every breath you take!”

Su Qianyao let out a delicate laugh, placing a hand on her hip. “It took a lot of effort for this slave Yao to lure over Sister Xue. She was so stubborn at first, so proud. But now she enjoys the paddle. How can I just hand her over? She would be so disappointed to leave.”

Lin Qiaoxin grinned widely, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why don’t you wait a little longer, Sister Wan? Maybe Nan Gongxue will come to enjoy being spanked. She’s been getting quite fond of it lately.”

Li Que scoffed, crossing her arms. “Nan Gongxue was quite stubborn when she first arrived. This slave Que had to spank her butt a few times until it was red and swollen. Now, she cries and begs for mercy at the very sight of the paddle. She’s learned her place.”

Zhi Yun drew her sword. “Enough! You are all deluded. We will free you, whether you like it or not!”

Su Qianyao laughed again, her voice dripping with honey. “Free us? We don’t need freedom, little girl. We have our master. And you, all of you, have made a grave mistake coming here.”

Lin Qiaoxin stepped forward, her playful expression turning cold. “A female cultivator’s buttocks are meant to be hit, and hit hard and painfully. We female slaves obediently receive spanking punishment from our master every day. Now a bunch of female cultivators dare to talk nonsense before our Zehuang Sect and defy the sect’s dignity. This matter will not end easily.”

Li Que’s voice rang out, sharp and hard. “Our master will personally come down and punish you, spanking your butts countless times until you learn to respect him.”

Shen Mengyue drew her sword, Zixia, the blade humming with power. Bai Zhenshuang summoned her sword, Ningshuang, the air around it frosting. Hua Qianyu raised her hands, a green glow of healing and poison dancing between her fingers. Su Qianyao’s eyes flashed, her charm aura spreading like an invisible net.

The six female slaves did not wait for the alliance to attack first. They moved as one, a blur of naked bodies and overwhelming power.

Lin Qiaoxin flicked her wrist, and a massive formation erupted beneath the feet of the front ranks, binding them in place. Li Que raised her hand, and a torrent of crimson flame swept across the battlefield, forcing hundreds of cultivators to dive aside. Shen Mengyue’s sword traced a crescent of violet light that cut through a dozen defensive shields. Bai Zhenshuang’s blade left a trail of frost that froze sixty cultivators solid in their tracks. Hua Qianyu scattered a cloud of shimmering powder that sent a wave of uncontrollable sneezing and weakness through the ranks. Su Qianyao’s charm technique rippled out, and dozens of cultivators in the front dropped their weapons, staring blankly as if enchanted.

The hundred-thousand-strong alliance had clearly underestimated the strength of these six women. Having been spanked on the buttocks countless times by Xuanfa, their cultivation had been tempered to a razor’s edge. Their spiritual power was denser, their control more precise, their endurance far greater than any cultivator who had not endured such discipline.

Within fifty rounds, the alliance was in disarray. Nan Gongwan and Zhi Yun fought fiercely, their Divine Transformation-level power pushing back the six slaves for a moment, but the combined assault of the six was relentless. Lin Qiaoxin trapped Nan Gongwan in a formation of binding light, while Li Que engaged Zhi Yun in a blazing duel. Shen Mengyue’s sword forced a hundred cultivators to retreat. Bai Zhenshuang’s frost slowed the reinforcements. Hua Qianyu’s healing kept the six fresh. Su Qianyao’s charm turned ally against ally.

Then, as one, the six female slaves raised their hands and cast a combined spell. A wave of spiritual power swept across the battlefield, and every piece of clothing on the hundred-thousand cultivators tore away, ripping into shreds that rained down like a storm of fabric. The naked cultivators screamed, covering themselves, their faces flushed with humiliation. But they could not move—a binding formation left over from Lin Qiaoxin’s earlier work held them in place.

A heavy pressure descended. The air thickened. The sky seemed to darken. The hundred-thousand naked female cultivators found themselves frozen, unable to lift a finger, their spiritual power suppressed into stillness.

Xuanfa stepped out from the gates of the Zehuang Sect. He wore black training clothes, his face cold and handsome, his eyes like chips of ice. He walked forward slowly, and every step he took made the ground tremble beneath the feet of the alliance. He stopped before the six female slaves, who immediately knelt, bowing their heads in perfect submission.

“Rise,” he said flatly.

They stood, stepping to the sides, their eyes fixed on their master with devotion.

Xuanfa’s gaze swept over the hundred-thousand naked, immobilized female cultivators. His voice was cold, carrying through the silence like a winter wind. “A group of ignorant female cultivators dare to unite and attack my sect, defying me. I will make sure you all taste the punishment of having your butts spanked raw.”

He raised his hand, and two figures were dragged forward by invisible force—Nan Gongwan and Zhi Yun. They struggled, but their Divine Transformation power meant nothing against Xuanfa’s will. He forced them to the ground, making them kneel in the dirt, their upper bodies bent low, their naked buttocks lifted high in the air.

“You think yourself leaders? You think yourself powerful?” Xuanfa’s voice was devoid of emotion. “You will learn humility.”

Behind each woman, a Heavenly Wooden Board materialized. Thick, dark, heavy, it hovered in the air, angled to strike.

Zhi Yun spat, her voice defiant. “You will never break us, tyrant! We are Divine Transformation cultivators! We have endured far worse than—WHACK!”

The first board came down on her right buttock with a sound like thunder. Her entire body jerked. A red handprint bloomed across her pale skin. She bit her lip, refusing to cry out.

WHACK! WHACK! Two more strikes followed in rapid succession, one on each cheek. Her buttocks began to redden, the skin darkening under the relentless assault.

Nan Gongwan, her buttocks also lifted high, endured the first strike in silence. Her fists clenched in the dirt. “Is that all you have, Xuanfa? I’ve had stronger spankings from—WHACK!—disciples!” The board across her left cheek made her gasp.

Xuanfa watched impassively. “Boast while you can.”

The boards did not tire. They struck in a steady rhythm, each blow landing with precision. After fifty strikes, Nan Gongwan’s and Zhi Yun’s buttocks were a deep, angry red, swollen and hot. They still endured, gritting their teeth, exchanging taunts between rocks of pain.

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Ten years had passed since Xuanfa stood at the peak of all creation, his dao finally complete. He named it the Spanking Dao—the supreme principle of punishing and disciplining female cultivators, of heavily spanking their bottoms until they learned obedience. The moment he declared it, the heavens trembled, and the laws of the world rewrote themselves. Now, every female cultivator who walked the earth would feel the weight of that truth in her very bones.

In the Xuantian Realm, the six female slaves—Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao—knelt before their master, their naked bodies pressed low in reverence. Joy overflowed in their hearts. Their master had established his dao. He was now the strongest being in the world, and they were his most cherished possessions.

"Congratulations, Master," Shen Mengyue said, her voice soft but steady. "Yue Slave blesses the master for establishing the Spanking Dao."

"Xin Slave blesses the master too!" Lin Qiaoxin grinned, her twin tails bouncing as she lifted her head. "Now every female cultivator in the world will have her bottom thoroughly disciplined. How wonderful!"

Que Slave clenched her fists, her red ponytail swaying. "This slave Que's master is invincible. The master says all female cultivators should be spanked, so they shall be spanked. It is the law."

The other three slaves—Shuang, Yu, and Yao—echoed the blessing, their faces glowing with devotion.

Xuanfa looked down at them, his expression cold and impassive. "Go to Wuling City. Announce my dao to the female cultivators. Let them see the truth."

The six slaves bowed low. "Yes, Master."

They rose and departed together, their naked forms shimmering as they teleported directly to Wuling Square, the largest gathering place in the cultivation world. Word of Xuanfa's ascension had already spread like wildfire, and thousands of female cultivators had gathered—sect leaders, elders, disciples, and independent cultivators—all waiting in anxious anticipation.

The six slaves stood side by side in the center of the square, completely naked except for the black slave collars around their necks. The collars gleamed with the mark of their master's ownership. The crowd fell silent.

Lin Qiaoxin stepped forward first, her playful grin wide. "Hello, sisters! Your Xin Slave has good news. Our master, the Heavenly Lord Xuanfa, has established his dao. It's called the Spanking Dao." She paused, letting the name sink in. "That means the dao of punishing and disciplining female cultivators by heavily spanking their bottoms. If you don't believe me, try sensing the dao yourself."

A ripple of spiritual energy swept through the square as countless female cultivators extended their senses. Their faces turned pale. The Spanking Dao was real—woven into the very fabric of heaven and earth, as fundamental as gravity or time. It was undeniable.

Li Que lifted her chin proudly. "This slave Que's master is the strongest in the world. He says all female cultivators must be spanked, so all female cultivators must be spanked. There is no argument."

Shen Mengyue's calm voice carried across the square. "Now, female cultivators being spanked is one of the fundamental laws of heaven and earth. Please take care of yourselves and comply accordingly."

Bai Zhenshuang's cold eyes swept over the crowd. "This slave Shuang was once arrogant and proud, believing herself invincible. But after being punished by the master and tamed into a slave, I understood the truth: a female cultivator's bottom was born to be severely disciplined."

Hua Qianyu smiled gently, her green hair stirring in the breeze. "Everyone, don't be afraid of spanking. Though it hurts, it is also a form of cultivation. It purifies the heart and teaches submission."

Su Qianyao let out a delicate laugh, her silver hair cascading down her back. She patted her own round, firm bottom playfully. "This slave Yao doesn't care about anything else. As long as I get spanked every day, I'm happy. Spanking feels wonderful, you know."

The crowd murmured in shock and disbelief. Some female cultivators clutched their robes tightly, their faces ashen.

Lin Qiaoxin clapped her hands. "Alright, sisters! Watch closely. We're going to demonstrate what real spanking looks like."

At her signal, all six slaves knelt down in unison, their bodies bending forward until their foreheads touched the ground. They raised their bottoms high, presenting the pale, smooth curves of their buttocks to the sky. The flesh was fair and unblemished, each slave's rear unique in shape—some rounder, some firmer, some softer.

Behind each of them, two Heavenly Wooden Boards materialized, floating in the air. The boards were thick, dark, and heavy, imbued with the power of the Spanking Dao.

"Let us begin," Shen Mengyue said calmly.

The boards swung.

The first strike landed on Lin Qiaoxin's bottom with a thunderous crack that echoed across the square. Her entire body jolted forward, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. A vivid red handprint bloomed on her pale skin. The second board struck from the other side, slapping her left cheek with equal force. She bit her lip, her eyes watering.

"One," she managed to say.

Li Que's spanking began a moment later. The boards crashed against her athletic buttocks, the sound sharp and wet. She grunted, her muscles tensing, but she held her position perfectly. Red welts rose across her skin.

"Two," Li Que counted.

Shen Mengyue's bottom received the first blow. She did not cry out, only let out a soft, controlled breath. The impact rippled through her full, motherly curves, turning them pink.

"Three," she said.

Bai Zhenshuang's pale, proud buttocks took the strike without a flinch. Her face remained cold, but a faint tremor ran through her legs. The boards left deep red lines across her fair skin.

"Four," she reported.

Hua Qianyu's gentle nature showed in her spanking. Her plump bottom wobbled with each blow, the flesh quivering. Her eyes glistened with tears, but she did not struggle. The pain bloomed across her skin like a rose.

"Five," she whispered.

Su Qianyao's bottom was the most enthusiastic. She moaned softly with each strike, her body swaying in pleasure. The boards painted her cheeks a lovely crimson.

"Six," she purred.

The spanking continued, the boards rising and falling in a relentless rhythm. The crowd watched in stunned silence, unable to look away. Each strike was precise, brutal, and beautiful.

At one hundred, Lin Qiaoxin's bottom was a deep, angry red. Her breaths came in ragged gasps. Sweat glistened on her back.

"One hundred," she panted.

Li Que's athletic rear had turned purple, the flesh swollen and hot. She trembled with each strike but refused to collapse.

"One hundred and fifty," she announced, her voice strained.

Shen Mengyue's full buttocks were now covered in overlapping bruises, purple and black spreading across her skin. She still counted steadily, her voice unwavering.

"Two hundred."

Bai Zhenshuang's bottom had lost its alabaster perfection. Now it was a mottled mess of red, purple, and blue. Her cold demeanor cracked slightly; a tear traced down her cheek.

"Two hundred and fifty," she said, her voice tight.

Hua Qianyu sobbed quietly, her body shaking with each blow. Her bottom was a symphony of colors, the pain mixing with a strange, submissive peace.

"Three hundred," she cried.

Su Qianyao's moans had turned into whimpering laughter. Her bottom was the most bruised of all, the flesh swollen to twice its normal size. She seemed delirious with joy and pain mixed together.

"Three hundred and fifty," she gasped.

At four hundred, Lin Qiaoxin collapsed, her arms giving out. She lay on the ground, her bottom raised by instinct, the boards continuing their work. Her twin tails were disheveled, her face streaked with tears.

"Four hundred," she sobbed.

Li Que's proud body finally gave way, her legs trembling so badly she could no longer hold the position. She fell onto her side, her purple bottom still raised. The boards followed, relentless.

"Four hundred and fifty," she choked out.

Shen Mengyue remained the calmest, but even she began to sway. Her bottom was a swollen mass of bruises, the skin broken in places. Still, she kept counting.

"Four hundred and seventy."

Bai Zhenshuang's icy composure shattered completely. She wept openly, her body wracked with sobs. The pain was indescribable, but she did not beg for mercy.

"Four hundred and eighty."

Hua Qianyu could barely speak. She whimpered, her voice a thread of sound. "Four hundred and ninety..."

Su Qianyao laughed through her tears, her body limp on the ground. "Five hundred!" she cried.

The final strikes landed, and then the boards vanished.

The six slaves lay scattered across the square, their bottoms purple and swollen, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Tears pooled at the corners of their eyes. But their faces still bore expressions of submission, even joy.

Lin Qiaoxin pushed herself up on shaking arms. She smiled through her tears. "See, sisters? This is spanking. A female cultivator's bottom was born to be severely beaten."

Li Que managed to kneel, her proud voice hoarse. "The master's dao is absolute. There is no escape."

Shen Mengyue rose slowly, her bottom a testament to her devotion. "Please take care of yourselves. Comply with the dao."

Bai Zhenshuang wiped her tears, her cold gaze returning. "Resistance is futile. Submit and be disciplined."

Hua Qianyu nodded weakly. "The pain brings clarity. Embrace it."

Su Qianyao patted her own swollen bottom and giggled. "I can't wait for tomorrow's spanking!"

The female cultivators in the square stood frozen, shock and terror warring in their hearts. But the Spanking Dao was now the supreme truth of heaven and earth. There was no arguing with the dao. The dao was correct. The dao was absolute.

And so, the new order began.

From that day forward, every female cultivator in the cultivation world—from Nascent Soul powerhouses down to Qi Refining juniors, from sect leaders to wandering cultivators, aged eighteen or older—was required to undergo spanking punishment every day. At a designated hour, regardless of what they were doing—cultivating, teaching, refining pills, or fighting—every female cultivator had to stop. She had to strip naked, kneel, raise her bottom, and receive one hundred strikes.

Anyone who resisted or tried to escape would have her punishment doubled by the dao itself.

In a remote sect, a Nascent Soul elder was in the middle of a lecture when the spanking hour arrived. She paused mid-sentence, calmly disrobed, and knelt before her disciples. She raised her rosy bottom. Her disciples watched as a wooden board materialized and began to spank her. She did not flinch. She continued her lecture between strikes, her voice only breaking on the hardest blows.

In another city, a Golden Core female cultivator was fleeing the scene of a failed trade deal. When the spanking hour came, she stopped in the middle of the street, disrobed, knelt, and raised her bottom. Strangers watched as she took her hundred strikes, crying openly, but never trying to run.

In a dense forest, a Foundation Establishment junior was picking herbs. When the hour arrived, she dropped her basket, stripped, and knelt on a mossy rock. She raised her pale, young bottom. She counted each strike aloud, her sobs echoing through the trees.

Everywhere, the sound of slapping filled the air. The wails and cries of female cultivators became the background music of the cultivation world. They learned to accept it. They had to. The dao was absolute. Spanking was now as natural as breathing.

Inside the Xuantian Realm, the six slaves knelt together, their bruised bottoms raised high for their master. Xuanfa sat before them, his expression unreadable.

Lin Qiaoxin grinned despite her pain. "Master, Xin Slave's bottom is yours to spank forever."

Li Que pressed her forehead to

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Shen Mengyue walked slowly toward the gate of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Her bare feet trod the ancient stone path, each step steady and unhurried. She carried no garment upon her body, only the sword Zixia strapped across her back, its violet scabbard catching the morning light. Her waist-length black hair swayed gently with her movement, the dark tresses cascading like silk over her shoulders and down her spine, occasionally shifting to reveal glimpses of her full, pale breasts and the graceful curve of her hips.

The disciples at the mountain gate saw her approach from a distance. At first they registered only a lone figure, and then recognition dawned, followed by shock. Several of the younger disciples gasped audibly. A few averted their eyes, faces reddening. One cultivator in azure robes nearly dropped his sword.

Shen Mengyue showed no concern about their reactions. She displayed her body as naturally as one might display a badge of honor. Since becoming Xuanfa's female slave, she had never worn clothes again. A female slave should naturally display her naked body before all eyes. This was not shame; this was proper submission, the visible proof of her master's ownership.

She walked past the stunned disciples and entered the sect grounds. Her skin was luminous in the pale sunlight, the fair complexion of a young woman blended with the subtle, mature allure of a woman who had borne a child. Her figure was exquisite, every curve defined with a perfection that drew the eye and held it captive. The black slave collar around her neck gleamed darkly, a stark band against her creamy throat.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect gathered in clusters, whispering among themselves. They knew who she was. Xuanfa's Moon Slave, Shen Mengyue, formerly the Sect Leader of Immortal Mist Sect. A Nascent Soul Later Stage sword cultivator of fearsome skill. There were few in the world who could match her with a blade.

Shen Mengyue stopped at the center of the main plaza before the grand hall. She took a breath and transmitted her voice outward, the sound carrying clear and resonant through the entire sect.

"Bai Zhenshuang, Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, come forth. Your presence is required."

The words echoed across the peaks and valleys, reaching every ear within the sect's protective barriers. Moments passed. Disciples exchanged uncertain glances. Then the doors of the grand hall opened, and Bai Zhenshuang emerged.

She was tall and elegant, her movements precise and unhurried. Her face was delicate and cold, with finely sculpted features that seemed carved from jade. An innate nobility radiated from her expression, a detachment that suggested she was above the petty disturbances of the world. Her long black hair fell straight down her back, smooth as polished obsidian. She wore robes of white trimmed with silver, the formal attire of a sect leader, and at her hip hung a sword in a pale blue scabbard, the Ningshuang.

Her eyes swept over Shen Mengyue's naked form with only a flicker of surprise before returning to calm composure.

"Shen Mengyue," Bai Zhenshuang said, her voice cool and even. "You come to my sect in such attire. What message does your master send?"

Shen Mengyue smiled, a gentle expression that did not reach her eyes. "I bring my master's decree, Bai Zhenshuang. He has noted your recent words regarding the Zehuang Sect. Words of disrespect, spoken within hearing of our disciples."

Bai Zhenshuang's expression did not change. "I recall speaking truth. If truth is deemed disrespect by your master, that is his concern, not mine."

Shen Mengyue shook her head slowly. "My master's concern is now yours as well. He commands: Because you have shown disrespect in words toward the Zehuang Sect, you are required to strip off all your clothes, kneel at the mountain entrance of the Zehuang Sect, stick out your buttocks, and receive spanking. One hundred strokes of the Heavenly Dao Board on the buttocks each day for ten years. This is considered a minor punishment."

A wave of outrage swept through the gathered disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Several hands moved toward sword hilts. Angry murmurs rose like a tide.

"How dare she!"

"Insulting the Sect Leader like this!"

"We should drive her out!"

Bai Zhenshuang raised one hand, and silence immediately fell. She looked at Shen Mengyue with calm, unblinking eyes.

"I respect those whom I choose to respect," Bai Zhenshuang said. "I do not bow to threats. Your master's decree is an insult to me and to my sect. I will not comply."

Shen Mengyue's smile did not waver. "This is only a minor punishment now. If you resist, Xuanfa's punishment will be ruthless. He is not a man who tolerates defiance, Bai Zhenshuang. I speak from experience."

"Everything will be decided by strength," Bai Zhenshuang replied. She drew her sword, Ningshuang, the blade gleaming like frozen water. "If you can defeat me, I will listen to your words. If not, leave my sect."

Shen Mengyue sighed softly. Then she drew Zixia.

The two women faced each other across the plaza. Disciples scrambled backward, clearing a wide circle. The air itself seemed to thicken with pressure as two Nascent Soul Later Stage cultivators prepared to clash.

Bai Zhenshuang struck first. Her sword moved like a ribbon of ice, faster than the eye could follow, tracing arcs of freezing qi that left frost crystallizing in the air. She was precise, elegant, and devastating. Each strike was aimed with the confidence of a woman who had never met her equal in swordsmanship.

Shen Mengyue met her blow for blow. But there was something different about her swordplay. It was not merely technique refined through decades of practice. It was something more. Her strikes carried a weight that seemed disproportionate to her frame, a crushing power that made Bai Zhenshuang's blade shudder on impact.

They exchanged a hundred strokes. The plaza became a whirlwind of violet and blue light, the sound of ringing steel echoing off the surrounding peaks. Disciples watched with held breath, their eyes struggling to track the blur of motion.

On the hundredth exchange, Shen Mengyue found an opening. Her sword slipped past Bai Zhenshuang's guard and tapped lightly against her chest. A touch. A killing blow, if Shen Mengyue had chosen it.

The battle was over.

Bai Zhenshuang stood frozen, her sword still raised, her eyes wide with genuine shock. She had not expected this. She had believed herself unmatched, a sword immortal whose skill was beyond challenge. Yet she had been defeated, and decisively.

"How?" Bai Zhenshuang asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shen Mengyue lowered Zixia. "After thousands of spanking punishments from my master, my power has greatly increased. The body is broken and rebuilt, refined through suffering until it becomes something stronger than before. You do not know what Xuanfa is capable of. You do not understand what he can make of those who submit to him."

She reached into her storage ring and withdrew a message talisman, which glowed briefly as she activated it. After a moment, she looked up at Bai Zhenshuang.

"I have informed my master through the message talisman. He says that since Bai Zhenshuang stubbornly resisted, her crime is increased. She is to be escorted back to the Zehuang Sect for severe punishment." Shen Mengyue tilted her head slightly. "So, Bai Zhenshuang, what is your choice? Do you want to continue resisting and implicate the Heavenly Sword Sect in your defiance? Or will you kneel and accept punishment?"

Bai Zhenshuang's jaw tightened. Her gaze swept across the gathered disciples of her sect, their faces filled with fear, anger, and confusion. She could fight further. She could rally her sect and resist. But Shen Mengyue had already proven she was the stronger swordswoman. And if Xuanfa himself came to the Heavenly Sword Sect, the consequences would be far worse.

"I will not bring destruction upon my sect for the sake of my pride," Bai Zhenshuang said finally. Her voice was cold and calm, but there was a tremor beneath it. "Since I have been defeated by Shen Mengyue due to inferior skill, I willingly accept all punishment. Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, do not seek revenge for me. This is my affair alone."

She turned to face her disciples, who stared at her in horror. Then she reached up and unfastened the clasp of her robes. The white silk fell away, pooling at her feet. She removed her inner garments one by one, methodically, without hesitation. Soon she stood completely naked before her entire sect.

Bai Zhenshuang's body was exquisite. Her skin was pale and flawless, smooth as porcelain. Her breasts were full and firm, tipped with pale pink nipples that tightened in the cool mountain air. Her waist was slender, tapering down to hips that were round and full, perfectly proportioned. Between her legs, a neat triangle of black hair crowned her sex. The black slave collar was not yet around her neck, but she knelt anyway, her knees pressing into the cold stone of the plaza.

Shen Mengyue approached. In her hand, she held a length of Immortal Binding Chain, its links shimmering with faint golden light. She wrapped it once around Bai Zhenshuang's neck and fastened it securely.

"From this moment, you are bound," Shen Mengyue said softly. "Crawl."

Bai Zhenshuang hesitated for only an instant. Then she lowered her hands to the ground and began to crawl. Her naked body moved forward on hands and knees, her breasts swaying beneath her, her hips rolling with each slow, deliberate movement. The Immortal Binding Chain clinked softly as Shen Mengyue walked beside her, holding the other end like a leash.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect watched in utter shock and terror. The sight of the naked Shen Mengyue leading their naked Sect Leader Bai, crawling step by step toward the front of the main hall, was a vision of degradation they could never have imagined. Some wept. Others turned away, unable to bear the sight.

Shen Mengyue stopped before the grand hall and turned to face the gathered disciples. Her voice rang out clear and strong.

"Bai Zhenshuang's crimes: disrespect toward the Zehuang Sect and stubborn resistance to punishment. Now Bai Zhenshuang will receive a public spanking of four hundred strokes in the main hall, after which she will be escorted to the Zehuang Sect for severe punishment."

Bai Zhenshuang remained on her knees, her head bowed. She did not plead. She did not tremble. She accepted.

Shen Mengyue drew Bai Zhenshuang's own sword from its scabbard. The Ningshuang was a beautiful blade, forged from ice-crystal steel, its edge honed to perfection. But Shen Mengyue set the sword aside. She held the scabbard instead, a simple length of pale blue material reinforced with spiritual metal.

"My master commands that the punishment be administered with your own sword scabbard," Shen Mengyue said. "To maximize your humiliation."

Bai Zhenshuang's lips pressed together, but she said nothing. She bent over, pressing her upper body against the cold stone floor, and raised her buttocks high into the air. Her pale cheeks spread slightly, revealing the dark cleft between them, the tight pucker of her anus, the slit of her cunt below. She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

Shen Mengyue positioned herself behind Bai Zhenshuang. She infused the scabbard with her spiritual power, making it hover in the air beside her, controlled by her will alone. Then she brought it down.

The first stroke landed with a sharp crack that echoed through the hall. A red line appeared across Bai Zhenshuang's left cheek. She did not flinch.

Crack. The second stroke landed on the right cheek. Symmetrical. Precise.

Crack. Crack. Crack. The scabbard fell again and again, each stroke delivered with measured force. Shen Mengyue was skilled at this. She had endured it herself, countless times. She knew exactly how much pain to deliver, ex

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The morning mist clung to the valleys of Hundred Flowers Valley like a gossamer veil, catching the first rays of sunlight that filtered through the ancient trees. The air was thick with the fragrance of countless spiritual herbs and blooming flowers, a testament to the valley's reputation as the premier healing sect in the cultivation world. Disciples in pristine white and green robes moved about their daily tasks, tending to gardens and refining medicines, when a figure appeared at the entrance of the valley that made them all freeze in place.

Li Que strode forward with the casual confidence of a predator entering weaker territory. Her tall, athletic form was completely naked, every curve and muscle on full display. Her fiery red hair was pulled back into a high ponytail that swayed with each step, and the black slave collar around her neck gleamed dully in the morning light. Her skin was tanned from years of training under the sun, with defined abdominal muscles and powerful thighs that spoke of countless hours of combat practice. Her breasts were firm and full, her nipples erect from the cool morning air, and between her legs, the neatly trimmed patch of red hair was visible for all to see. She walked with her head held high, her chin lifted in pride, as though she were wearing the finest robes rather than nothing at all.

The disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley stared with wide eyes and gaping mouths. Some blushed furiously and looked away, while others could not tear their gaze from the shameless display before them. Young male disciples felt heat rise to their cheeks, while female disciples covered their mouths in shock. Whispers spread like wildfire through the crowd.

"It's Li Que of the Vermilion Bird Gate..."

"The Battle Elder of Zehuang Sect..."

"She's... she's completely naked!"

"How can she walk around like that without any shame?"

Li Que heard every whisper and smirked. Shame? She had long ago shed such useless emotions. She had been stripped bare and spanked before thousands of spectators. She had crawled on her hands and knees like a dog through the streets of Zehuang City while cultivators from a hundred sects watched. She had been bent over Xuanfa's lap and punished until she cried and begged like a child. Each humiliation had broken another piece of her pride, and from those broken pieces, a new kind of pride had been forged—the pride of a female slave who belonged to the Heavenly Lord Xuanfa. A female slave should display her body. A female slave had no right to cover herself. This was her natural state, her true identity, and she wore it like armor.

"Hundred Flowers Valley disciples, summon your Valley Master immediately." Li Que's voice cut through the murmurs like a blade, cold and commanding. "Tell her that Xuanfa's Sparrow Slave has arrived with the Heavenly Lord's decree."

The disciples scrambled into action, some running toward the main hall while others stood frozen, still unable to process the sight before them. Within moments, a group of figures emerged from the main hall, led by a woman whose very presence seemed to calm the surrounding spiritual energy.

Hua Qianyu walked at the front of her disciples, her green robes flowing like spring leaves in the wind. Her face was gentle and soft, with features that seemed carved from jade and painted with the tenderness of a mother goddess. Her long green hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, with a few strands hanging by her ears, framing a face that radiated warmth and compassion. Her figure was plump and well-proportioned, with curves that spoke of maturity and vitality. Her breasts were full beneath her robes, her hips wide and maternal, her waist slender in contrast. She was the very picture of nurturing kindness, the Valley Master who had healed countless cultivators and whose alchemy was renowned throughout the cultivation world.

But when her eyes fell upon the naked Li Que, even Hua Qianyu's gentle composure cracked. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly in shock. Behind her, the disciples who had accompanied her gasped and whispered among themselves.

"Li Que... you are..." Hua Qianyu began, struggling to find words.

"I am exactly as I should be," Li Que interrupted, her voice flat and unyielding. "A female slave has no need for clothing. This is my rightful state before my master and before all who serve the Heavenly Lord. But I did not come here to discuss my attire, Hua Qianyu. I came to deliver a decree from the Heavenly Lord Xuanfa."

Hua Qianyu's expression shifted from shock to wariness. She stepped forward, her disciples parting to let her through. "What decree does the Heavenly Lord send to my humble valley?"

Li Que's lips curled into a cold smile. She raised her voice so that all present could hear. "Heavenly Lord Xuanfa has decreed that disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley once occupied a spirit herb garden belonging to Zehuang Sect. Those disciples who participated in this occupation are to strip off all their clothes, kneel at the mountain entrance of Zehuang Sect, stick out their buttocks, and receive spanking. One hundred strokes of the Heavenly Dao Board on the buttocks each day for ten years. This shall be considered a minor punishment, a lesson to remember their place."

A wave of horrified gasps swept through the gathered disciples. Some began to sob. Others turned pale as death. Ten years of daily spanking with the Heavenly Dao Board was not a minor punishment—it was a sentence of endless humiliation and pain.

Hua Qianyu's face hardened. "And what of me, Li Que? What does the Heavenly Lord decree for my punishment?"

"Your crime is failure to supervise your disciples," Li Que said, her eyes boring into Hua Qianyu's. "The punishment for this crime will be determined by the Heavenly Lord himself."

Hua Qianyu's hands trembled at her sides, but her voice remained steady. "My disciples acted under my orders. If anyone is to be punished, it should be me alone. I will accept whatever punishment the Heavenly Lord decrees, but please, spare my disciples."

"Your plea has been noted," Li Que replied coldly. "But the decree has been issued. Those disciples who occupied the garden will receive their spanking. There is no negotiation."

Hua Qianyu's gentle eyes flashed with determination. "Then I have no choice. If I must fight to protect my disciples, I will fight."

She raised her hand, and a surge of green spiritual energy erupted around her. Her robes billowed as she summoned her power, the gentle healer transforming into a formidable warrior. Her disciples cried out in alarm, some begging her to reconsider, but Hua Qianyu would not be swayed.

"So be it," Li Que said, a predator's gleam entering her eyes. "I was hoping you would resist."

The battle erupted like a storm. Li Que raised her hand and flames burst forth, spiraling into a vortex of crimson fire that roared toward Hua Qianyu. The Valley Master countered with a wall of green energy, her wood-attributed power clashing against Li Que's fire. Steam exploded into the air as the two forces met, sending shockwaves through the courtyard that knocked lesser disciples off their feet.

Hua Qianyu was no weakling. Her Nascent Soul Later Stage cultivation was backed by decades of healing and alchemy, and her combat skills were nothing to scoff at. Vines erupted from the ground, whipping toward Li Que with serpentine precision. Li Que dodged and weaved, her athletic body moving with fluid grace, flames trailing from her hands like ribbons of destruction.

"Your wood techniques are impressive," Li Queen admitted as she incinerated a wave of vines. "But fire consumes wood. You should know this."

She thrust her hands forward, and a torrent of flame erupted, painting the sky orange and red. Hua Qianyu's vines turned to ash, and the fire barreled toward her. She summoned a shield of green energy, but Li Que's flames were too fierce. The shield cracked, then shattered, and the fire slammed into Hua Qianyu, sending her flying backward.

She crashed into the wall of the main hall, crumbling stone and mortar. Before she could recover, Li Que was upon her, a palm strike to the chest that sent her crashing to the ground. Hua Qianyu tried to rise, but Li Que's foot pressed down on her back, pinning her to the cold stone floor.

"You are strong, Hua Qianyu," Li Que said, her voice almost admiring. "But I am stronger. I was forged by the Heavenly Lord's discipline. Every spanking, every humiliation, every moment of pain made me stronger. You have never known such training."

Hua Qianyu struggled, but Li Queen's power was overwhelming. The red-haired woman flipped her hand, and a message talisman appeared, glowing with the unmistakable aura of Xuanfa's spiritual energy. The talisman activated, and Xuanfa's cold voice echoed across the courtyard.

"Hua Qianyu and the Hundred Flowers Valley disciples have stubbornly resisted, increasing their crimes. Hua Qianyu is to be escorted back to Zehuang Sect for severe punishment. All her disciples will also be severely spanked."

The words fell like hammer blows. The disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley broke down completely. Some fell to their knees, sobbing. Others wailed in despair, clutching each other for support. Young disciples who had never known true punishment cried for their mothers, while older ones, who had heard stories of Xuanfa's cruelty, shook with terror.

Hua Qianyu's heart shattered at the sound of her disciples' weeping. She could not bear it. She could not bear to see these young cultivators, many of whom she had raised since childhood, suffer such a fate. With a surge of desperate strength, she pushed herself up, ignoring Li Queen's foot on her back, and turned to face the red-haired woman with tears in her eyes.

"Please!" Hua Qianyu cried, her voice breaking. "Please, Li Que! The fault is mine alone! I failed to supervise them! I gave them too much freedom! Punish me double, triple, whatever the Heavenly Lord decrees, but please, spare my disciples!"

Li Queen's expression did not change. "The Heavenly Lord's decree has been spoken."

"Then let me speak to him!" Hua Qianyu fell to her knees, kowtowing so hard that her forehead struck the stone floor with a sickening crack. Blood welled up from the wound, staining her beautiful green hair. She kowtowed again, and again, each time harder. "Heavenly Lord Xuanfa! I beg you! Punish only me! I will accept any punishment, no matter how severe! Just spare my disciples!"

The message talisman flickered, and Xuanfa's voice came through again, colder than before. "If only you are to be punished, it must be severe. Do you understand the meaning of severe, Hua Qianyu?"

Hua Qianyu's tears fell freely, but she did not hesitate. "I understand, Heavenly Lord. I accept. Please, punish only me."

"Then strip."

The command was simple, brutal, and absolute. Hua Qianyu's disciples cried out in protest, some trying to rush forward, but Li Queen's flames kept them at bay. Hua Qianyu's hands trembled as she reached for the clasp of her robes. With slow, deliberate movements, she unfastened her belt and let her outer robes fall to the ground. Her inner robes followed, then her undergarments, until she stood completely naked before her disciples, before Li Que, before the entire valley.

Her body was beautiful in the morning light—full breasts with soft pink nipples, a gentle curve to her hips, a thatch of green hair between her thighs that matched the hair on her head. Her skin was pale and smooth, the skin of a healer who spent most of her time in gardens and alchemy chambers rather than battlefields. She knelt on the cold stone, her hands placed on her thighs, her head bowed in submission.

"I beg the Heavenly Lord to punish only me," she said, her voice raw with emotion. "I accept whatever punishment he decrees."

Li Que stepped forward, the Immortal Binding Chain appearing in her hand like a silver serpent. She wrapped it

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