Xuanfa Heavenly Lord's Punishment Part 2

The morning sun cast long shadows across the training grounds of the Zehuang Sect. Xuanfa walked slowly through the sect, three golden chains in his hand, each connected to a black slave collar around the neck of a woman crawling behind him. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue moved on their hands and knees with perfect synchronization, their naked bodies glistening with a thin sheen of sweat under the morning light. Their breasts swayed gently with each crawling step, and their buttocks, still bearing the faint pink remnants of yesterday's discipline, rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

The sect disciples they passed were all naked as well, going about their duties without a trace of shame. When they saw the three crawling elders, they immediately knelt and bowed their heads until the procession had passed. These disciples had long since learned that the sight of Heart Slave, Sparrow Slave, and Moon Slave crawling meant their master had important business.

Xuanfa stopped at the center of the main training courtyard, a vast open space paved with white jade. He turned and looked down at the three women who had once commanded respect and fear across the cultivation world. Now they knelt at his feet, their heads bowed, their slave collars gleaming.

"You three have broken through to the late Divinity Transformation stage, correct?" Xuanfa's voice carried no warmth, no pride, only the cold certainty of a statement already known.

Lin Qiaoxin raised her head, a playful smile on her youthful face despite her position. "Thanks to our master's spanking of our buttocks and the spiritual energy of Xuantian Realm, we were able to break through to late Divinity Transformation in three hundred years." She spoke with genuine gratitude, her eyes bright.

Li Que nodded firmly, her fiery red hair brushing the ground. "Every strike of the Celestial Wooden Board refined our spiritual power. Every day of punishment brought us closer to mastery." Her proud voice had softened over the decades, but the strength remained.

Shen Mengyue's voice was gentle and sincere. "Without our master's discipline, we would still be stuck at Nascent Soul. We owe everything to your hand, master."

Xuanfa's lips curved slightly—not quite a smile, but the closest thing to approval he ever showed. "Since you've broken through to late Divinity Transformation, I have a task for you three."

He released the golden chains from his grip. The three women remained kneeling, their eyes fixed on him with complete attention.

"Bai Zhenshuang, the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, has spoken disrespectfully of my Zehuang Sect. Hua Qianyu, the Valley Master of the Hundred Flowers Valley, had her disciples occupy my Zehuang Sect's medicinal garden. Su Qianyao, the Saintess of the Demon Race, used charm techniques to bewilder the minds of Zehuang Sect disciples."

Xuanfa's eyes narrowed. "You three go notify Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao to voluntarily strip off all their clothes, kneel at the mountain pass of Zehuang Sect, and stick out their buttocks for spanking. One hundred strikes of the Celestial Wooden Board on the buttocks daily for ten years is a light punishment. If they resist, defeat the three of them and bind them back with the Immortal Binding Chains."

He extended his hand, and three golden Immortal Binding Chains materialized in his palm, glowing with soft light. Each chain was inscribed with countless tiny formations, capable of binding even a Divinity Transformation cultivator's spiritual power completely.

Lin Qiaoxin reached up and accepted her chain first. "We won't disappoint you, master. I'll make sure Hua Qianyu's gentle bottom learns what discipline feels like."

Li Que took her chain next. "Bai Zhenshuang thinks her sword is unmatched. I'll show her what real power looks like." Her eyes burned with anticipation.

Shen Mengyue accepted the last chain with both hands. "Su Qianyao's charm techniques won't work on us. We've been trained too well for that."

The three women clutched their chains to their chests, but they didn't rise. They remained kneeling, exchanging glances.

Lin Qiaoxin spoke first. "Master, now that we've broken through to late Divinity Transformation, we respectfully request an increase in the daily number of spanks to four hundred times per day."

Li Que nodded firmly. "The punishment helps us consolidate our cultivation base. Four hundred strikes would better serve your purpose."

Shen Mengyue added softly, "And it pleases us to serve you in this way, master. The pain reminds us of our place."

Xuanfa's eyes flickered with amusement. He let out a soft, cold chuckle. "So you've fallen in love with the feeling of getting spanked, haven't you?"

The three women didn't deny it. Lin Qiaoxin grinned. "We can't hide anything from you, master. The board against our buttocks, the rhythm, the burn—it's become as necessary as breathing."

Li Que's voice held no shame. "Every strike humbles us. Every punishment shapes us. We crave the discipline."

Shen Mengyue's cheeks flushed slightly, but she spoke honestly. "Your hand and your board have claimed us completely, master. More strikes mean more of you."

Xuanfa studied them for a long moment. "When this mission is complete, I will increase your punishment."

The three kowtowed deeply, their foreheads touching the jade ground. "Thank you, master."

"But first," Xuanfa said, "let's finish today's punishment."

He raised his hand and made a gesture. From the side courtyard, three figures emerged, walking gracefully into the training ground. They looked about eighteen years old, their bodies youthful and firm, their faces bearing an eighty percent resemblance to their mothers. Lin Yuxin had Lin Qiaoxin's playful eyes and twin-tail hairstyle, though her hair was arranged in a maid's bun. Li Yunling carried Li Que's athletic build and proud bearing, her red hair shorter but equally vivid. Shen Xingmian had Shen Mengyue's ethereal beauty, her long black hair flowing down her naked back.

All three wore black slave collars around their necks, just like their mothers. They knelt before Xuanfa in unison, their movements practiced and graceful.

"Greetings, Master," they said together, their voices clear and respectful.

Xuanfa looked down at them. "Your mothers' buttocks are itching. Now take the Celestial Wooden Boards and spank their buttocks, two hundred strikes each. After that, make them spread their legs and whip each of their crotch seams one hundred times."

The three daughters rose without a trace of hesitation. They walked to the weapon rack at the edge of the training ground and each took a Celestial Wooden Board—dark purple wood inscribed with formation characters that glowed faintly. The boards were wide and thick, designed to deliver maximum impact.

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue had already turned around and knelt, presenting their buttocks to their daughters. They bent forward until their foreheads touched the ground, their backs arched, their buttocks pushed up and spread slightly apart. The position was perfect for punishment—exposed, vulnerable, completely open.

Lin Qiaoxin looked back over her shoulder at her daughter. "Yuxin, swing from the shoulder, not the wrist. And aim for the lower curve—that's where it stings the most and spreads the pleasure through your whole body."

Lin Yuxin nodded seriously, gripping the Celestial Wooden Board with both hands. "Like this, mother?"

She swung the board in a practice arc. Lin Qiaoxin nodded approvingly. "Yes. Now put your back into it. Two hundred strikes in a row, steady rhythm. Don't stop even if I cry."

On her other side, Li Que was instructing her daughter. "Yunling, start with the right cheek, then the left, then the center seam. Alternate so the swelling is even. A good spanking should leave both cheeks equally purple."

Li Yunling adjusted her grip on the board. "I understand, mother. I'll make sure your buttocks are properly punished."

Shen Mengyue was speaking softly to her daughter. "Xingmian, when you whip the crotch seam afterward, start from the top and work down. Cover the clitoris, the vaginal opening, and the anus. Each area needs equal attention."

Shen Xingmian's gentle face was completely focused. "I'll be thorough, mother. You've taught me well."

Xuanfa walked to a stone bench at the edge of the training ground and sat down. He crossed his legs and watched with cold, detached interest. "Begin."

The first crack of wood against flesh split the morning air.

Lin Yuxin swung the Celestial Wooden Board in a wide arc, the flat surface striking dead center on Lin Qiaoxin's right buttock. The sound was sharp and deep, and Lin Qiaoxin's entire body jolted forward. A bright red mark immediately bloomed across her pale skin.

"Ahhh—yes! That's it!" Lin Qiaoxin's voice was breathless, but there was pleasure mixed with the pain. "Again, again!"

Lin Yuxin swung again, landing on the left buttock with equal force. The board left a rectangular red imprint that quickly darkened. Lin Qiaoxin's toes curled against the ground, but she held her position perfectly.

On the other side, Li Yunling delivered her first strike to Li Que's right cheek. Li Que grunted, her athletic body tensing, but she made no sound of complaint. Her hands gripped the ground, and she forced herself to relax into the position.

"Harder," Li Que commanded. "You're holding back."

Li Yunling's eyes narrowed. She adjusted her stance and swung with more power. The second strike landed with a thunderous crack, and this time Li Que let out a sharp gasp. The red mark on her left buttock was darker, angrier.

"Better," Li Que breathed. "Keep that strength."

Shen Xingmian's first strike was gentle, almost hesitant. The board barely left a mark on Shen Mengyue's creamy skin.

Shen Mengyue sighed patiently. "Xingmian, you know better. A gentle strike is an insult to the master's punishment. Swing with conviction. Show me you respect the discipline."

Shen Xingmian's eyes glistened, but she nodded. She reset her stance, took a deep breath, and swung with full force. The Celestial Wooden Board connected with Shen Mengyue's right buttock with a sharp crack that echoed across the courtyard.

Shen Mengyue's body shuddered, but she let out a soft moan of satisfaction. "Yes, like that. Now continue. Don't stop."

The rhythm established itself. Crack. Crack. Crack. Three Celestial Wooden Boards rising and falling in a steady cadence. The sounds merged into a continuous percussion—sharp impacts, pained gasps, and occasional moans that blurred the line between suffering and pleasure.

Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks were turning a deep, rich red. She had started to sweat, her skin glistening, but she kept her position, her playful spirit undimmed. "Yuxin, you're doing wonderfully! I can feel the spiritual energy circulating. Each strike pushes it through my dantian!"

Li Que's stoic composure had cracked slightly. Her breath came in ragged pants, and her buttocks were already showing patches of purple. But her voice remained firm. "Thirty-seven more on this side. Don't slack."

Shen Mengyue had tears streaming down her face, but she was smiling. The pleasure and pain had merged into something transcendent. Her body accepted each strike as a gift. "Thank you, Xingmian. Thank you for disciplining your mother."

When the two hundred strikes were complete, all three women's buttocks were a mottled mess of red, purple, and black. The skin was swollen, the contours of their round buttocks distorted by the beating. But none of them complained. They remained in position, breathing heavily.

"Now," Xuanfa said from his bench, "the whips."

Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian exchanged the Celestial Wooden Boards for whips—long, thin implements made of braided leather, each strand tipped with a small barb that would catch but not tear the skin.

Lin Qiaoxin spread her legs wide, exposing her entire crotch. Her labi

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The mountain pass of the Zehuang Sect stood silent under the grey sky. Su Qianyao knelt with her hands bound behind her back by thick black chains, her silver hair spilling forward as she bent over, presenting her bare buttocks to the open air. Each strike from the Heavenly Dao Board sent a sharp crack echoing through the valley, and her body shuddered with every blow. Her bright red pupils glazed over, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Far down the winding path, a column of figures emerged from the treeline. Over sixty demon cultivators marched in perfect formation, their black armor glinting with pale light. At their head strode a tall woman with sharp features and a ponytail of dark blue hair. A Zi, the leader of the Holy Maiden's Personal Guard, scanned the mountain pass with narrowed eyes. When she saw Su Qianyao kneeling, bound, and being struck, her expression twisted with fury.

"Halt!" A Zi raised her hand, and the column stopped. She took a step forward and released her spiritual voice, amplifying it across the entire mountain. "People of the Zehuang Sect! Release the Holy Maiden at once, or face destruction!"

The board struck Su Qianyao again. She whimpered.

From the shadow of the mountain pass, two figures walked out slowly. They were naked. Bai Zhenshuang moved with the grace of a sword unsheathed, her long black hair flowing behind her, her pale skin luminous against the grey stone. Her full breasts swayed with each step, and her round buttocks, marked with faint red stripes from previous punishments, clenched and relaxed as she walked. Her face remained cold, remote, as if she walked through a garden rather than before an armed host.

Beside her, Hua Qianyu stepped softly, her green hair loosely tied at the nape of her neck, a few strands brushing her ears. Her features were gentle, serene, and her plump figure moved with the quiet rhythm of water. Her breasts were heavy, her waist narrow, and her hips wide and soft. She did not lower her eyes. She looked directly at the Personal Guard with calm, almost maternal patience.

The demon cultivators stared. Some of the younger guards flushed. Others gripped their weapons tighter.

"Bai Zhenshuang of the Heavenly Sword Sect!" A Zi's voice cracked like a whip. "And Hua Qianyu of the Hundred Flowers Valley! Have you fallen so low that you collude with this tyrant? Where is your dignity? Where is your honor?"

Bai Zhenshuang stopped a few paces from the guard leader. She tilted her chin slightly, frost in her voice. "You are mistaken. I am no longer the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Thanks to the Celestial Lord Xuanfa's favor, I have been taken as a female slave and given the name Frost Slave. I receive daily buttocks punishment."

Hua Qianyu inclined her head, her tone gentle but carrying clearly. "I am also no longer the Valley Master of the Hundred Flowers Valley. I thank the Celestial Lord Xuanfa for granting me the position of female slave and giving me the name Word Slave. I must receive daily buttocks punishment." She paused, and a soft smile touched her lips. "Moreover, your Holy Maiden Su Qianyao is staying here willingly."

"Lies!" A Zi drew her blade. The sixty guards behind her raised their weapons, formations lighting up along their arms. "The Holy Maiden would never—"

The board struck again. Su Qianyao cried out, but the sound was not pain. It was pleasure.

"Ahh... yes... more..."

The Personal Guard froze.

A Zi's face contorted. "Seize them!"

The guards surged forward. Bai Zhenshuang's hand went to her empty waist, and a blade of ice condensed from nothing—Ningshuang, forged from her own cultivation essence. She met the first charge with a sweep of frozen light. Hua Qianyu raised her palm, and green vines burst from the ground, entangling three guards before they could strike.

The battle erupted across the mountain pass. Swords clashed. Flames and frost collided. Bai Zhenshuang moved like a wraith, her naked body twisting between strikes, her breasts bouncing, her buttocks flexing as she dodged and thrust. Hua Qianyu wove formations with her fingers, binding and slowing, her soft flesh gleaming with sweat as she fought.

And through it all, the board continued to fall on Su Qianyao.

Each strike produced a moan—high, sweet, shameless. "Nnnh... ah... harder... please..."

The Personal Guard fought, but their rhythm broke. They glanced at their Holy Maiden, saw her buttocks reddening, her hips twitching, her face flushed with ecstasy. They could not process it. How could their proud seductress, the Holy Maiden who broke the minds of men, moan like a whore under a spanking?

A Zi parried Bai Zhenshuang's ice blade, gritting her teeth. "This is sorcery! You've bewitched her!"

But Bai Zhenshuang's attacks grew stronger with every moan from Su Qianyao. The energy in the air thickened. Hua Qianyu's vines moved faster, thicker. The guards stumbled.

Su Qianyao's body arched. A long, shuddering cry tore from her throat as her hips bucked against nothing, her thighs trembling. Her climax rippled through the spiritual energy around her, and her voice echoed across the pass. "Yessss!"

One of the guards, a young man with gold eyes, stared in horror. "How is this possible? The Holy Maiden is climaxing from being spanked!"

The morale of the Personal Guard shattered. They fought on, but their attacks lost coordination. Formation links faltered. Bai Zhenshuang swept through three of them with a single crescent of ice, and Hua Qianyu's vines wrapped A Zi from neck to ankle, lifting her off the ground.

A Zi struggled, her armor groaning. "This is not over!"

But it was. The remaining guards looked at each other, at their trapped leader, at the still-moaning Holy Maiden whose buttocks had turned purple and swollen, at the two naked women who had just defeated over sixty late Nascent Soul cultivators. They lowered their weapons.

Su Qianyao, lying on the ground with her bound hands still behind her, panted heavily. Her voice came in broken gasps. "Sisters of the Personal Guard... Yao Nu... really is staying here willingly... Yao Nu has always wanted someone to beat my buttocks to pieces..."

A Zi, held fast by vines, closed her eyes. She could not fight the truth. "Release me," she said quietly. When Hua Qianyu loosened the vines, A Zi dropped to her knees, then stood. She bowed once to Su Qianyao—shallow, formal—and turned. "We withdraw."

The Personal Guard followed, dragging their wounded, their faces flushed with shame and confusion. The column retreated down the path and disappeared into the treeline.

Hua Qianyu released a breath and wiped sweat from her brow. Bai Zhenshuang dismissed her ice blade and turned to look at Su Qianyao, still panting on the ground. "You enjoyed that far too much."

Su Qianyao smiled weakly, her silver hair tangled. "It is my nature, Frost Slave."

They helped her stand, though she winced at the pressure on her buttocks. Together, the three naked women walked back through the mountain pass into the Zehuang Sect.

In the main hall, Xuanfa sat on a raised dais, one leg crossed over the other, his black training clothes immaculate. His cold eyes surveyed the three as they entered and knelt before him, their heads bowed.

"The Personal Guard has been driven off," Bai Zhenshuang reported. "Su Qianyao remains. No casualties on our side."

"Good." Xuanfa's voice was flat, emotionless. "You have done well."

Hua Qianyu and Bai Zhenshuang exchanged a glance. "We thank the master," they said in unison.

Xuanfa stood and walked down from the dais, his footsteps soft on the stone. "As your first task as female slaves, I assign you this: the Palace Master of the Biluo Palace, Yun Qing'er, and the Valley Master of the Jiuyou Valley, Youlan, have allowed their disciples to clash with the Zehuang Sect. Their discipline is lax." He stopped before Bai Zhenshuang. "These small sects have no Nascent Soul cultivators. A minor punishment will suffice. The two sect leaders and the disciples who clashed with the Zehuang Sect are to voluntarily strip off all their clothes, kneel at the mountain pass of the Zehuang Sect, raise their buttocks, and be spanked. One hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao Board on the buttocks every day for three years. If they resist, they will be severely punished."

Bai Zhenshuang rose without a word. Her naked body did not tremble. She walked out of the hall, through the courtyard, and past the outer gates. She did not bother to find clothes. The master had not commanded her to dress.

She flew through the air, a pale streak against the clouds, and landed at the gate of the Biluo Palace. The disciples at the entrance saw her stark naked, their eyes widening, mouths falling open. Bai Zhenshuang did not pause. She walked through the gate, her bare feet slapping softly on the stone path, past rows of staring cultivators, past the training yard where sparring ceased, past the main courtyard where elders dropped their tea cups. She walked into the grand hall where Yun Qing'er sat on her throne, surrounded by her senior disciples.

Yun Qing'er rose, her face pale. "Bai Zhenshuang? What is the meaning of this?"

Bai Zhenshuang stopped in the center of the hall. Her body was on full display—the firm breasts, the narrow waist, the round buttocks striped with old red marks. She maintained her aloof expression, her eyes cold as winter frost. Inside, she felt only submission to her master, a deep, contented surrender that warmed her blood. She displayed her nakedness without shame because she was his. That was enough.

"Yun Qing'er," she said, her voice carrying clearly through the hall. "You and your disciples who clashed with the Zehuang Sect will strip off your clothes, kneel at the mountain pass of the Zehuang Sect, raise your buttocks, and receive one hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao Board every day for three years. This is the decree of the Celestial Lord Xuanfa. Comply, or face severe consequences."

Yun Qing'er's knuckles went white on the arms of her throne. "You—you've become his—"

"His female slave," Bai Zhenshuang said calmly. "Yes. And if you do not obey, he will do far worse to you. You have until sunset."

She turned and walked out, leaving the hall in stunned silence.

At the gate of the Biluo Palace, the disciples parted before her like water before a stone. They stared at her naked back, at the sway of her hips, at the bruises on her buttocks from many punishments. Some looked away. Others could not. Bai Zhenshuang walked without hurry, without shame, her heart quiet with devotion.

She flew back to the Zehuang Sect.

At the same time, Hua Qianyu arrived at the Jiuyou Valley. She landed softly before the tall, twisted gates, the dark wood carved with weeping faces. She walked in naked, her green hair loose, her plump figure casting a soft shadow. The Jiuyou cultivators froze at the sight of her. She moved through them like a gentle wind, unhurried, unafraid. Her demeanor remained gentle, her eyes warm, but the aura of a late Nascent Soul medicine immortal pressed on them like deep water.

She entered the main hall where Youlan, a woman with sharp features and dark robes, sat in conference with her elders. When Hua Qianyu appeared, naked, everyone rose.

Youlan's face drained of color. "Hua Qianyu... what has happened to you?"

Hua Qianyu smiled gently. "I am no longer the Valley Master of the Hundred Flowers Valley. I am now Word Slave, female slave of the Celestial Lord Xuanfa." She folded her hands before her, her voice soft but unyielding. "Youlan, you and the disciples who clashed with the Zehuang Sect will strip off your clothes, kneel at the mountain pass of the Zehuang Sect, raise your buttocks, and receive one hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao Board every day for three years. This is the master's order. Refuse, and the punishment will be far worse."

Youlan's lips trembled. She was a Golden Core cultivator. Even Hua Qianyu, a late Nascent So

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Inside the Xuantian Realm, the air was thick with the scent of spirit herbs and the faint hum of formations. Six naked women knelt in a neat row before Xuanfa, their black slave collars gleaming dully in the ethereal light. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao kept their heads bowed, their hands resting on their thighs, their buttocks resting on their heels.

Xuanfa sat cross-legged on a jade platform, his black training clothes immaculate, his cold eyes sweeping over the six kneeling figures. "Report," he said, his voice flat.

Lin Qiaoxin spoke first, a playful lilt in her voice despite her submissive posture. "Xin Nu and the others have been busy, Master. The cultivation world is buzzing with news of your six female slaves. We've been going everywhere, finding those female cultivators who dared offend you and spanking their buttocks until they couldn't sit for a week."

Li Que nodded, her red hair falling over her shoulder. "Que Nu has personally punished seventeen Nascent Soul stage cultivators. Each one's buttocks were beaten black and blue. They won't forget the lesson soon."

Shen Mengyue added softly, "Yue Nu has focused on those who spoke disrespectfully of the Zehuang Sect. Their buttocks have been thoroughly disciplined, and their tongues have grown more careful."

Bai Zhenshuang's cool voice cut through. "Frost Nu has handled those who challenged the sect's honor. My sword may remain sheathed, but my palm has left its mark on many arrogant buttocks."

Hua Qianyu smiled gently. "Word Nu has tended to the wounded among our disciples while also punishing those who harmed them. The alchemy lessons have been particularly effective—our disciples' recovery times have improved dramatically."

Su Qianyao licked her lips, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders. "Yao Nu also took time to seduce a talented female cultivator and brought her back. Her name is Nangong Xue. Her older sister is the Sect Master of the Feihua Spirit Realm, the late Nascent Soul stage Nangong Wan. However, Sister Xue is still resisting fiercely."

Li Que snorted, her athletic frame tensing. "Hand her over to Que Nu. Watch me spank her buttocks to pieces dozens of times; see if she still dares to be stubborn then."

Xuanfa's lips curled slightly—a rare hint of amusement. "You six have performed well. From now on, when you come to see me, you do not need to kneel. Just bow."

The six women's eyes widened, then filled with delighted surprise. They exchanged quick glances before bowing deeply from their kneeling position. "Thank you, Master," they chorused.

Xuanfa turned his hand, and six black leather belts materialized in his palm, each coiled like a sleeping serpent. "These are magical artifacts refined from the skin of the demon beast Ink Flood Dragon, called the Pursuing Shadow Belts. Once infused with spiritual power, they will automatically track and spank buttocks, no matter what movement or posture you make, you cannot escape them." He paused, his eyes glinting. "Although they are not as painful as the Heavenly Dao Boards, they should be sufficient for additional punishment."

Su Qianyao reached out eagerly, her fingers brushing the cool leather as she took the belt. "The master has truly given a wonderful treasure. Yao Nu's greedy buttocks are not satisfied even with four hundred boards a day. Yao Nu will use the Pursuing Shadow Belt to spank my own greedy buttocks severely."

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, taking her belt and looping it around her wrist. "Does that mean we can be spanked anytime? Great! Xin Nu's buttocks have been feeling neglected lately."

Li Que's eyes burned with fierce determination as she grasped her belt. "Que Nu will use the maximum spiritual power to drive the belt and beat her own buttocks to pieces. Only then will I feel properly disciplined."

Shen Mengyue accepted her belt with a graceful bow. "Yue Nu thanks the master for the generous gift. I will use it well to discipline my buttocks, ensuring they remember their place."

Hua Qianyu held the belt gently, her green hair swaying. "Word Nu will use the artifact properly to ensure my buttocks feel pain. It is a kindness from the master."

Bai Zhenshuang took her belt without expression, her cool gaze fixed on Xuanfa. "I will repay the gift of the treasure by punishing my buttocks. I will certainly beat my buttocks to pieces."

Xuanfa nodded. "Go. Continue your duties at the sect."

The six women rose, bowed, and filed out of the Xuantian Realm, their naked forms disappearing through the portal.

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At the Zehuang Sect, the training grounds were alive with activity. Female disciples moved through the courtyards, their naked bodies glistening with sweat as they practiced sword forms, combat techniques, and formations. The disciples wore no clothes, as was the sect's rule, but they moved with confidence and grace, their bodies honed through rigorous training.

Shen Mengyue stood at the front of a group of disciples, her waist-length black hair flowing behind her as she demonstrated a sword technique. Her naked body was a study in contrasts—ethereally pure yet seductively alluring, with fair skin and mature curves. Behind her, a black leather belt floated in the air, its surface glistening with spiritual power.

The belt snapped forward, cracking against her right buttock with a sharp slap. Her flesh rippled from the impact, a red mark blooming across her pale skin. Shen Mengyue didn't flinch. She continued her demonstration, her voice steady as she explained the sword stance.

*Slap.* The belt struck again, this time on her left buttock, leaving another red imprint. Her buttocks jiggled from the force, but she only adjusted her grip on Zixia, her spiritual sword, and continued speaking.

"Keep your wrist loose," she instructed, her voice calm. "Let the sword flow like water."

*Slap. Slap. Slap.* The belt lashed her buttocks three more times in quick succession, the sound echoing across the training ground. Her buttocks bounced and swayed, the red marks multiplying until her pale skin was a patchwork of crimson. Still, she moved with fluid grace, her expression serene, as if the relentless spanking were nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Beside her, Bai Zhenshuang taught another group of disciples. Her delicate, cold features were set in concentration as she demonstrated a thrusting technique with Ningshuang, her ice sword. Her full, firm bust swayed slightly with each movement, her slender waist twisting as she pivoted. Behind her, her own Pursuing Shadow Belt hovered, already crackling with energy.

*Whap.* The belt struck her right buttock, and her full, round flesh quivered under the blow. Bai Zhenshuang didn't pause. She continued her explanation, her voice cool and precise.

"Angle your blade upward when you thrust," she said. "It increases penetration."

*Whap. Whap.* Two more strikes landed, one on each buttock, leaving angry red welts. Her buttocks jiggled and bounced, the flesh rippling like water. The sound of the belt hitting her naked skin was sharp and wet, but Bai Zhenshuang's face remained a mask of icy composure. She corrected a disciple's stance, her hand steady, as if the belt were not repeatedly bruising her buttocks.

Across the courtyard, Li Que led combat training. Her athletic build was taut with power, her fiery red hair in a high ponytail that swung with each movement. She demonstrated a palm strike, her muscles rippling under her skin. Behind her, her belt whipped through the air like a living serpent.

*Crack.* The belt slammed into her left buttock, and her flesh rippled violently. A bright red handprint-shaped mark bloomed across her skin. Li Que's eyes narrowed, but she didn't stop. She threw another punch, her body twisting, and the belt followed, striking her right buttock with equal force.

*Crack. Crack. Crack.* The belt was relentless, lashing her buttocks again and again as she moved through her forms. Each strike made her buttocks bounce and shiver, the red marks deepening into purple. Sweat beaded on her skin, but her expression was one of fierce concentration. She shouted instructions to the disciples, her voice never wavering, even as her buttocks turned a mottled mess of colors.

Lin Qiaoxin sat in the middle of a formation array, her low twin tails bobbing as she adjusted spirit stones. Her youthful, cute face was focused, her well-proportioned body bent over the array. Behind her, her belt hung in the air, waiting.

*Slap.* It struck her right buttock, and she let out a small giggle. "Oh, that's a good one," she said, more to herself than anyone else. She adjusted a formation node, and the belt struck again, this time on her left buttock. Her flesh jiggled, but she only laughed.

*Slap. Slap. Slap.* The belt kept up a steady rhythm, spanking her buttocks as she worked. Her buttocks bounced and swayed, the skin turning pink, then red, then a deeper crimson. She hummed a tune as she worked, completely unaffected by the punishment. To her, the belt was just another part of her training, a constant reminder of her place.

Hua Qianyu taught alchemy in a nearby hall, her gentle face serene as she explained the properties of various herbs. Her green hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, a few strands hanging by her ears. Her plump, well-proportioned figure was on full display as she moved among the disciples, checking their cauldrons. Behind her, her belt followed.

*Whap.* It struck her right buttock, and her flesh quivered. She didn't react, only reached out to correct a disciple's dosage. "A little less Fire Spirit Grass," she said softly.

*Whap. Whap.* Two more strikes landed, one on each buttock, leaving dark red marks. Her buttocks jiggled and bounced, the skin turning raw, but she continued her lesson with the same gentle patience. She smiled at a disciple who had brewed a successful potion, even as her belt lashed her buttocks again.

Su Qianyao taught divine sense techniques in a meditation hall, her silver hair flowing around her shoulders, her bright red pupils gleaming with amusement. Her voluptuous figure swayed as she demonstrated a technique, her full breasts and hips moving with an enticing rhythm. Behind her, her belt crackled with energy.

*Slap.* It struck her right buttock, and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Oh, Master's gift is so generous," she purred. Her buttocks jiggled from the impact, the skin turning pink.

*Slap. Slap. Slap.* The belt was relentless, spanking her buttocks again and again as she taught. Her flesh rippled and bounced, the red marks deepening into bruises. She licked her lips, her voice husky as she explained the intricacies of divine sense. The disciples watched, some blushing, others fascinated, but Su Qianyao paid them no mind. She was lost in the rhythm of the belt, her body swaying with each strike, her pleasure evident in every moan.

The six women taught for hours, their belts never ceasing. The training grounds echoed with the sharp sounds of leather on flesh, the rhythmic slaps punctuating the lessons. Each woman's buttocks were a mess of red, purple, and black bruises, the skin swollen and tender. Yet they moved with the same grace, the same authority, as if the punishment were as natural as breathing.

By the time the lessons ended, each woman's buttocks were thoroughly beaten, the flesh a landscape of pain and discipline. They gathered their disciples, dismissed them with kind words, and then went to their private quarters. Even there, the belts followed, spanking them as they walked, as they sat, as they rested. There was no escape from the Pursuing Shadow Belts, and none of them wanted one.

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Inside the Xuantian Realm, Xuanfa sat alone, a faint smile playing on his lips. The image of his six female slaves teaching with their belts spanking them endlessly played in his mind. They had adapted so well, embracing the punishment as part of their duty.

When the six

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The Wuling City Dao Inquiry Conference was a grand stage where cultivators from across the vast cultivation world gathered to test their mettle. The air hummed with spiritual energy, and the arena grounds, carved from a single immense jade platform, shimmered under the noon sun. Thousands of cultivators, from rogue practitioners to sect elders, filled the surrounding stands and floating observation platforms. The rules were simple: any cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage or above could participate. The rewards were reputation, resources, and glory.

When the delegation from the Zehuang Sect arrived, a hush fell over the crowd. Six figures walked onto the jade platform, and the silence that followed was not one of reverence, but of sheer, stunned disbelief.

Six women, utterly naked, strode forward without a hint of shame or hesitation. Their bodies were bared to the world, necks adorned with simple black slave collars that glinted dully in the light. Each was a beauty of unparalleled quality, a peak Nascent Soul powerhouse, yet they walked like common chattel.

Lin Qiaoxin led the group, her black hair in two low, playful tails that bounced with each step. She had a youthful, cute face, a slender, well-proportioned figure, and a perpetual grin that reached her eyes. Her full breasts swayed freely, her nipples hardened by the cool breeze, and her rounded buttocks, smooth and flawless, flexed with each movement. She seemed utterly carefree, as if nakedness was the most natural state in the world.

Beside her, Li Que walked with a proud, athletic stride. Her fiery red hair was tied in a high ponytail that swept behind her like a banner. Her body was a warrior's dream: strong, defined muscles over a tall frame, flat stomach, powerful thighs, and a firm, high-arched rear that spoke of explosive power. Her eyes blazed with a dormant fire, but her posture was one of absolute submission, hands clasped loosely behind her back.

Shen Mengyue followed, her presence ethereal and mature. Her waist-length black hair framed a face of serene beauty, a blend of pure girl and seductive woman. Her skin was like fine white jade, flawless and luminous. Her figure was plump and well-proportioned: full, heavy breasts that were perfectly shaped, a narrow waist, and wide, pillowy hips. Her buttocks were two lush, round globes that commanded attention, smooth and inviting. Her gaze was calm, showing no discomfort under the thousands of staring eyes.

Bai Zhenshuang walked with a cold, aloof air. Her delicate, noble features held a frosty beauty, her full bust and slender waist perfectly sculpted. Her most striking feature was her rear: incredibly round and full, a perfect peach shape that bounced tautly with each step. Her long black hair flowed behind her, and she looked straight ahead, as if the crowd were merely scenery.

Hua Qianyu moved with gentle grace. Her green hair was loosely tied at the nape of her neck, a few strands hanging by her ears, her face soft and nurturing. Her figure was plump and healthy, with a round, soft bottom that jiggled pleasantly, and breasts that seemed made for comfort. Her eyes held a gentle tolerance, as if she understood the shock of the onlookers.

Lastly, Su Qianyao slithered forward with natural allure. Her silver hair cascaded down her back, her bright red pupils glinting with mischief. Her body was a symphony of seduction: an exaggerated hourglass with a soft, slender waist, huge, full breasts that threatened to spill, and a wide, round rear so plump it seemed to defy gravity. Every step was a sway, every breath a promise. She bit her lower lip, enjoying the attention.

The crowd erupted into a cacophony of murmurs and gasps. Male cultivators stared with a mix of lust and confusion; female cultivators blushed or glared with indignation. A male cultivator in the robes of a medium-sized sect stepped forward, his face twisted in disdain. "The Dao Inquiry Conference is a gathering for cultivation. What is the meaning of being naked?"

Lin Qiaoxin grinned at him, her eyes sparkling. "So what would Xin Nu have to do? Crawl on the ground? I wouldn't mind, but that wouldn't be convenient for participating in the conference."

Shen Mengyue spoke calmly, her voice carrying a placid authority. "All of us are female slaves of the Celestial Lord Xuanfa. Female slaves must always remain naked. There is no meaning beyond our master's will."

Another male cultivator scoffed loudly. "I didn't know that naked female slaves could also participate in the Dao Inquiry Conference."

Li Que responded with disdain, her voice sharp. "As I recall, the eligibility requirement for the conference is cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage. It doesn't say that female slaves cannot participate." She paused, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Is there a rule I missed?"

Bai Zhenshuang added coldly, her voice like frost, "Then, venerable sir, do you not even have the confidence to defeat a female slave who is completely naked? Or perhaps you fear that a sight so base will cloud your cultivation?"

A female cultivator pushed forward, her face red with anger. "You female slaves are a disgrace to all female cultivators! You debase yourselves willingly!"

Hua Qianyu replied calmly, her gentle voice unwavering. "We female slaves have no dignity to speak of. Everything is for our master. Accepting the master's punishment and humiliation is the duty of a female slave. It brings us honor to serve."

Su Qianyao stepped forward, her eyes half-lidded with a seductive haze. She licked her lips and spoke in a silky whisper that somehow carried to everyone. "Sister, would you like to try a spanking? Yao Nu's buttocks are beaten by boards every day until they are delirious with pleasure. It's truly a divine sensation."

The female cultivator recoiled as if struck, her face burning. The male cultivators exchanged glances, some intrigued, others disgusted.

The conference master, an old Nascent Soul elder, cleared his throat and announced the start of the first competition: the sword competition. Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang stepped forward, their naked bodies a stark contrast to the armored and robed competitors. As they took their positions, a subtle hum filled the air. From their backs, six shimmering purple belts, like ethereal pythons, materialized. These were the Pursuing Shadow Belts, artifacts of discipline.

The belts moved with a will of their own. They were like bloodthirsty beasts that had caught the scent of prey. Without warning, the first belt lashed out. It struck Lin Qiaoxin's rear with a sharp *CRACK* that echoed across the arena. Her buttocks rippled from the force, a red mark blooming on her pale skin. She didn't flinch, only let out a small, happy sigh.

*WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP*

The belts began their relentless rhythm. Each woman was targeted by a belt that tracked their rear with unerring accuracy. The belts struck again and again, their sounds a percussive beat under the crowd's murmur.

*CRACK* A belt hit Shen Mengyue's full, pillowy buttocks, making them jiggle like jelly. She was already drawing her sword, Zixia, a blade of violet light. Her expression did not change. The belt struck again, *WHAP*, her rear bouncing, but her sword was steady.

*SLAP* Another belt caught Bai Zhenshuang across her perfect peach-shaped rear, the sound sharp and wet. Her skin reddened instantly, but she drew Ningshuang, her sword gleaming with frost, and faced her opponent with cold eyes. The belt struck her again, *CRACK*, and her buttocks shuddered, a clear handprint-like welt forming, but her sword stance was flawless.

Li Que entered the alchemy competition with Hua Qianyu. As they approached the cauldrons, the belts did not relent. *WHAP* *WHAP* Li Que's athletic buttocks were struck, the muscles flexing as she absorbed the blow. She channeled her flame technique, a Phoenix Fire rising from her palm, and began to control the temperature. The belt struck her rear again, *CRACK*, and she grunted slightly, but her fire was steady.

*SLAP* Hua Qianyu's soft, round bottom was caught mid-sway as she selected herbs. Her rear jiggled heavily, a red mark splashing across her plump flesh. She didn't even pause, her hands moving with practiced grace, dropping ingredients into the cauldron. The belt struck again, *WHAP*, her buttocks bouncing and quivering, but she hummed a soft tune.

Lin Qiaoxin sat cross-legged on the platform for the formation competition. Her face was a mask of concentration. The belt targeted her rear with savage precision. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* It struck rapidly, a barrage of punishment. Her buttocks were a mess of red, the skin glowing from the repeated impacts. She was bare, vulnerable, being beaten before thousands, yet her fingers drew formation lines in the air with perfect clarity. A complex array formed around her, and her opponent, a renowned formation master, found his own spells scattering. Lin Qiaoxin giggled, "Xin Nu's bottom is getting quite warm! I might need a fan after this."

Su Qianyao entered the divine sense competition. She lay on a soft mat, her voluptuous body on full display. The belt struck her plush rear with a wet *WHAP* that made her whole body jiggle. Her huge breasts swayed, and she moaned softly, a sound that sent shivers through the audience. *CRACK* Another strike, her buttocks turning red, and she sighed with pleasure. Her divine sense, however, was a razor-sharp blade. She delved into her opponent's mind with ease, overwhelming them with a series intoxicating images and splitting headaches. Her opponent collapsed, clutching his head. Su Qianyao rolled over, her rear displayed to the sky, and blew a kiss. "Yao Nu wins!"

The matches progressed. Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang moved like dancers of death. Their swords were extensions of their will. The belts never stopped. *WHAP* *CRACK* *SLAP* The sounds were a constant drumbeat. Shen Mengyue's pillowy buttocks were struck, and she would spin, her sword flashing, and a competitor would fall. Bai Zhenshuang's perfect rear was struck, and she would execute a flawless ice technique, freezing her opponent's sword mid-swing. They were being punished, spanked hard, the pain screaming in their nerves, yet they fought with the grace of immortals.

Li Que and Hua Qianyu completed their alchemy. Li Que's rear was a deep, angry red, the belt having struck dozens of times. She stood proudly, her pride unbroken. The cauldron glowed, and the pill emerged, perfect in grade. Hua Qianyu's bottom was equally marked, soft and red from the punishment, but she smiled gently and presented the pill.

All six female slaves won their competitions easily. They were utterly dominant. The shock in the crowd turned to awe, then to a creeping fear. If Xuanfa's female slaves, naked and being spanked in front of everyone, could defeat peak Nascent Soul experts with such ease, what kind of monster was their master? The name of the Zehuang Sect was spoken with a new, reluctant respect. It became one of the most renowned sects in the cultivation world, a power that could not be ignored.

But not everyone was impressed. Fear turned to anger, and anger to resolve.

That evening, in a large, secluded hall not far from Wuling City, a meeting of female cultivators was held. The air was thick with indignation and worry. Over a hundred women had gathered, sect leaders, valley masters, and rogue cultivators of high standing. At the head of the assembly stood two women.

The first was Nangong Wan, the Sect Master of the Feihua Spirit Realm. She was a late Nascent Soul cultivator, skilled in divine sense, with a face of intelligent beauty and sharp eyes. Her robes were modest, hiding a figure that rivaled any. Her voice was firm. "Sisters, you have all heard of today's events. Xuanfa's female slaves, stripped naked, paraded like livestock, yet they dominated the conference. This is not a show of strength; it is a declaration of dominance."

The

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The morning sun cast long shadows across the vast plain before the Zephuang Sect. A sea of female cultivators stretched as far as the eye could see, their cultivation robes fluttering in the wind, their sword intent and spiritual pressure coalescing into an invisible storm that pressed against the sect's protective formation. One hundred thousand strong, they had gathered from dozens of sects, their anger and determination forged into a single purpose—to overthrow the tyrant who had humiliated so many of their sisters.

At the forefront stood two figures whose auras dominated the assembly. Nan Gong Wan, tall and regal with flowing blue robes that danced like water around her slender frame, her eyes cold as winter frost. Beside her, Zhi Yun stood with arms crossed, her silver-white hair braided tightly behind her head, her face set in grim determination. Both were late-stage Nascent Soul powerhouses, renowned throughout the cultivation world for their strength and their refusal to bow to any man.

"Zephuang Sect!" Zhi Yun's voice thundered across the plain, amplified by her spiritual power. "Your days of debauchery and tyranny are over! We have come to demand justice for the countless female cultivators you have defiled and enslaved! Surrender your so-called Heavenly Lord, Xuan Fa, and we may show mercy!"

Nan Gong Wan's voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd. "My sister, Nan Gong Xue, was taken from our sect three months ago. I know she is within these walls. Release her and all the others you hold captive, and face judgment for your crimes!"

The sect's gates remained closed. For a long moment, silence hung in the air, broken only by the rustle of robes and the nervous breathing of the assembled cultivators. Then, slowly, the gates creaked open.

Six figures emerged, walking with calm, unhurried steps. They were naked, their bodies fully exposed to the morning light and the shocked gazes of a hundred thousand cultivators. Black slave collars encircled their necks, gleaming dully in the sun. But their bearing was anything but submissive. They walked with heads held high, their eyes confident, their movements graceful and unashamed.

Lin Qiaoxin led the group, her black hair in low twin tails that bounced with each step. Her body was youthful and slender, well-proportioned with pert breasts and a narrow waist that curved gently into rounded hips. A playful grin spread across her face as she surveyed the vast army before her, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Beside her, Li Que strode with the coiled tension of a predator. Her fiery red hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that swung like a banner of defiance. Her body was athletic, lean muscle rippling beneath smooth skin, her breasts firm and high, her buttocks tight and powerful. She scanned the crowd with open contempt, her lips curling into a sneer.

Shen Mengyue walked in the center, her waist-length black hair flowing behind her like a waterfall of silk. Her figure was the epitome of feminine grace—full breasts that swayed gently with each step, a slender waist that flared into generous hips, and a perfectly rounded backside that drew the gaze of every cultivator who saw her. Her face was serene, her eyes calm pools of wisdom and acceptance. She had once been a sect leader, and the dignity of that role still clung to her despite her nakedness.

Bai Zhenshuang moved like a blade of ice wrapped in silk. Her delicate features held an aristocratic coldness, her full bust rising and falling with measured breaths above a taut stomach and narrow waist. Her buttocks were round and full, smooth as polished jade, and she held herself with the unapproachable distance of a woman who had long ago transcended shame.

Hua Qianyu followed, her gentle face radiating warmth despite her nudity. Her green hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, a few strands hanging by her ears. Her figure was softer than the others, plump and well-proportioned, with hips that swayed with maternal grace and breasts that spoke of comfort and nurture. Her eyes held a quiet peace that seemed out of place in the midst of such confrontation.

Su Qianyao brought up the rear, and her presence alone seemed to stir the very air. Silver hair cascaded down her back, and her bright red pupils gleamed with mischief and seduction. Every curve of her voluptuous body was designed to tempt—full breasts that threatened to overflow any restraint, hips that invited hands to hold them, a waist that seemed made for embracing. She moved like a dancer, each step a promise of pleasure and danger.

The coalition stirred, shock and outrage rippling through their ranks. Many blushed and looked away, unable to meet the eyes of these women who stood so calmly in their nakedness. Others stared with open disgust, their faces twisting with contempt.

Zhi Yun stepped forward, her finger pointed accusingly at Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, and Hua Qianyu. "You three! I remember you! Shen Mengyue, you were the leader of the Xianxia Sect—a woman of honor and strength! Bai Zhenshuang, you led the Tianjian Sect, the most respected sword sect in the eastern provinces! Hua Qianyu, the Baihua Valley flourished under your gentle hand! Yet here you stand, naked and collared, slaves to a man who has debased you! Have you no shame? No pride?"

Hua Qianyu stepped forward, her gentle voice carrying across the silence. "Dear sister, I understand your anger. I once thought as you do. But I have come to understand that becoming the master's slave is the greatest fortune that has ever befallen Yu Nu. Under his guidance, I have seen the truth of my own nature. I am happier now than I ever was as a sect leader."

Shen Mengyue's calm voice followed. "When my disciple offended the master, I chose to take her punishment. I received the spanking she deserved, and in that discipline, I found clarity. Under the master's spanking punishment, Yue Nu has improved greatly. My cultivation is purer, my heart is quieter, and I know my place. There is peace in that knowledge."

Bai Zhenshuang's cold tone cut through the murmurs. "Shuang Nu was once disrespectful to the master. I believed my sword skill made me untouchable, that my status as a sect leader placed me above reproach. The master punished me with spanking, and in that painful lesson, I understood my error. He took me in as a slave, and through daily discipline, I have become what I was always meant to be. A female cultivator's buttocks were made for spanking. That is the conclusion Shuang Nu reached after receiving the master's punishment."

Nan Gong Wan's face twisted with fury. "Enough of this brainwashed nonsense! I did not come here to hear you defend your enslaver. I came for my sister! Hand over Nan Gong Xue, or I will tear this sect apart stone by stone!"

Su Qianyao giggled, her red eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, Sister Wan, you want little Xue'er back so badly?" She sauntered forward, her hips swaying hypnotically. "But Yaonu worked so hard to lure Sister Xue away. It took months of careful planning, just the right words, just the right touches. Do you really think I would give her up so easily?"

Lin Qiaoxin grinned, her playful eyes dancing. "Why not wait a bit longer, Sister Wan? Who knows? Maybe Nan Gong Xue will come to enjoy being spanked as much as we do. It took Xin Nu a while to see the light, but now I can't imagine going a day without the master's paddle on my bottom."

Li Que snorted, her fiery hair seeming to crackle with energy. "Nan Gong Xue was stubborn when she first arrived. She talked tough, just like you. But after Que Nu spanked her butt to a pulp a few times, she learned. Now she cries and begs the moment she sees a paddle. She's practically one of us now."

Zhi Yun's face reddened with rage. "You've all lost your minds! You've been broken by this monster until you can't see your own degradation!"

Shen Mengyue's voice remained calm. "A female cultivator's buttocks were made for spanking. They should be spanked hard and painfully, until the lesson is learned and the soul is purified. We, as slave girls, obediently receive our master's spanking punishment every day. It is our duty and our joy."

Bai Zhenshuang's cold eyes swept over the assembled army. "Now a group of female cultivators dare to spout nonsense before Zephuang Sect, defying its dignity. This matter will not be easily settled."

Hua Qianyu nodded gently. "The master himself will soon descend to inflict punishment. He will spank your buttocks countless times, until you understand as we do."

Li Que cracked her knuckles, a predatory smile spreading across her face. "But first, you'll have to get through us."

The six female slaves moved as one, their spiritual power exploding outward. Lin Qiaoxin's hands wove complex patterns in the air, and formation lines blazed to life beneath the coalition's feet, disrupting their coordination. Li Que's flames erupted from her palms, forming whips of fire that lashed out at the front ranks. Shen Mengyue's sword, Zixia, sang through the air, its purple light carving paths through the defensive formations. Bai Zhenshuang's Ningshuang blade left trails of frost, freezing weapons and armor. Hua Qianyu's healing energy twisted into binding vines that wrapped around limbs. Su Qianyao's seductive aura washed over the cultivators, clouding their minds, making their attacks falter.

The battle was chaos, but it was a controlled chaos. The six female slaves moved with perfect coordination, their bodies gleaming with sweat as they fought, their nakedness an afterthought to their deadly grace. The coalition had expected resistance, but they had underestimated the power that Xuan Fa's discipline had forged in these women. Their cultivation had been sharpened by countless spankings, their spiritual energy refined through pain, their techniques honed to perfection.

In fifty rounds—fifty exchanges of blows, fifty moments of clash—the coalition crumbled. Lin Qiaoxin's formations trapped entire battalions, her laughter echoing as they struggled against invisible walls. Li Que's flames consumed the spiritual shields of dozens at a time, her fists and feet finding their targets with brutal precision. Shen Mengyue's sword danced like water, disarming without killing, but with enough force to send cultivators flying. Bai Zhenshuang's frost coated the ground, making footing treacherous, her blade a blur of cold death. Hua Qianyu's vines bound and held, her gentle face never losing its peaceful expression. Su Qianyao's red eyes flashed, and entire squads found themselves frozen, entranced, unable to lift their weapons.

When the dust settled, a hundred thousand female cultivators lay scattered across the plain, groaning and defeated. The six female slaves stood among them, breathing hard but smiling. Then Lin Qiaoxin raised her hands, and a massive formation blazed to life above the fallen army.

With a single gesture, she activated it.

A wave of spiritual force swept across the plain, and every scrap of clothing on every female cultivator dissolved into nothing. The air was filled with gasps and screams of shock as a hundred thousand women found themselves suddenly, completely naked, their bodies exposed to the morning light and the eyes of their enemies.

Li Que laughed, the sound harsh and triumphant. "Now you know what it feels like! Let's see how proud you are with your bare asses hanging out!"

Before anyone could react further, the air itself seemed to thicken. A pressure descended on the plain, heavy as a mountain, suffocating as drowning. Every one of the hundred thousand naked female cultivators froze in place, unable to move a muscle, their spiritual power locked tight within their dantians.

Xuan Fa appeared at the gates of Zephuang Sect, walking forward with measured steps. He wore black training clothes that hugged his powerful frame, his face cold and handsome, his eyes like chips of ice. He stopped in the center of

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The morning sun cast a pale golden light over Wuling City as six figures stood in the central square, their naked bodies gleaming under the dawn. The citizens and cultivators who had gathered stared in shock at the sight of six Nascent Soul female cultivators, each wearing nothing but a black slave collar, their bodies exposed to all. But no one dared to speak, for they knew these women served the most terrifying existence in the cultivation world.

Lin Qiaoxin grinned, her youthful face bright with mischief. "Good morning, sisters," she called out to the crowd of female cultivators who had been summoned from across the realm. "This Xin Nu has wonderful news. Our master, the Venerable Xuanfa, has successfully founded a Great Dao."

Shen Mengyue stood with perfect posture, her waist-length black hair cascading down her back, covering nothing of her fair form. "The Dao of Spanking," she said calmly, her voice carrying across the square with the weight of authority. "This is the Great Dao of punishing female cultivators by severely spanking their buttocks. It is now one of the fundamental principles of heaven and earth."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. A Nascent Soul female cultivator from a distant sect stepped forward, her brow furrowed. "How can this be? A Dao centered on spanking? That is absurd."

Li Que snorted, tossing her fiery red ponytail. "Que Nu's words are true. If you do not believe, try to perceive the Dao yourself."

Several female cultivators closed their eyes, extending their spiritual senses to touch the fabric of heaven and earth. Their faces paled one by one. The Dao of Spanking was real, woven into the very laws that governed reality. There was no denying it.

"Now, every sister must have their buttocks opened up daily," Lin Qiaoxin said with a cheerful grin. "No one can defy the Dao's rules, little sisters."

"Que Nu's master is the strongest in the world," Li Que declared arrogantly, her athletic body taut with pride. "If he says all female cultivators should be spanked, then all female cultivators should be spanked."

Shen Mengyue's calm expression did not change. "Now, female cultivators being spanked is one of the laws of heaven and earth. Everyone, please act accordingly."

Bai Zhenshuang stood to the side, her delicate, cold features unreadable. "Shuangnu was also arrogant before," she said, her voice like the chill of winter frost. "But after being punished by the master and tamed into a slave, Shuangnu understood that a female cultivator's buttocks should be severely spanked."

Hua Qianyu's gentle face softened with compassion. "Everyone, do not be afraid of spanking," she said, her voice warm and kind. "Although it hurts, it is also part of cultivation. It disciplines the body and humbles the soul."

Su Qianyao giggled, her silver hair shimmering, her bright red pupils sparkling with mirth. "Yaonu does not care about that," she said, patting her own full, plump buttocks with a light slap. "As long as Yaonu can be spanked every day, that is fine. Yaonu loves it."

The six slaves exchanged glances, then knelt in unison on the cold stone of the square. They raised their buttocks high, presenting their bare bottoms to the sky and the watching crowd. From the void, twelve Heavenly Dao wooden boards materialized, two behind each woman. The boards were ancient, inscribed with runes that glowed with the power of the Dao itself.

"Watch carefully," Lin Qiaoxin said, her voice still cheerful but with an edge of seriousness. "This is what true spanking looks like."

The boards began to strike.

*WHACK*

The first blow landed on Lin Qiaoxin's right buttock, the wooden board connecting with a sharp, wet crack that echoed across the square. Her body jolted, her youthful features contorting with pain. A red handprint bloomed on her pale skin.

*WHACK*

The left board struck her other buttock, the impact driving her forward. She gasped, tears already welling in her eyes.

Beside her, Li Que gritted her teeth as her own punishment began. The boards struck her athletic buttocks with brutal force, each blow sending a shockwave through her toned flesh. Her red ponytail whipped with every hit, her proud expression twisting into a grimace of agony.

Shen Mengyue remained stoic, her face calm even as the wooden boards painted her skin crimson. But her body could not hide the pain - her knuckles were white where she gripped her thighs, and her breath came in ragged gasps.

Bai Zhenshuang's cold composure shattered with the first blow. A cry escaped her lips as the boards struck her full, firm buttocks, the pain overwhelming her carefully maintained dignity. She trembled violently, sweat beading on her forehead.

Hua Qianyu whimpered with each strike, her gentle nature unable to mask the suffering. Tears streamed freely down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat that dripped from her body.

Su Qianyao moaned, her voluptuous form quivering with each brutal blow. Strangely, a hint of ecstasy played at the corners of her mouth, her bright red pupils glazed over with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The boards struck relentlessly, alternating left and right. Fifty blows. One hundred. The buttocks of the six slaves turned from pale to red to purple, swelling with each passing moment.

*WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK*

Two hundred blows. The sounds of wood meeting flesh filled the square, punctuated by the cries and sobs of the six women. Their bodies shook, their legs gave way, but they held their positions, raising their ravaged buttocks higher for more punishment.

Three hundred blows. Hua Qianyu had collapsed onto her face, her body heaving with sobs, but she forced herself back up, raising her bruised bottom. Li Que's proud demeanor had crumbled, her tears mixing with sweat as she gritted her teeth against the pain.

Four hundred blows. Lin Qiaoxin's playful spirit was gone, replaced by raw agony. Her youthful face was streaked with tears, her body trembling uncontrollably. Shen Mengyue's calm facade had finally broken - she cried openly, her body shuddering with each strike.

Five hundred blows.

The boards stopped. They floated silently for a moment before fading back into the void.

The six slaves collapsed flat on the ground, their bodies heaving, their buttocks a mess of purple and black bruises. Tears streamed from the corners of their eyes, their breathing ragged and broken. But their faces, even in the midst of their pain, bore expressions of submission and acceptance.

Lin Qiaoxin lifted her head weakly, her voice hoarse. "See?" she said, her words coming in broken gasps. "This is spanking. A female cultivator's buttocks are born to be severely spanked."

Li Que nodded, her proud eyes now filled with tears. "Que Nu... Que Nu understands now."

The crowd of female cultivators stared in shock and terror. The demonstration had been brutal, raw, and undeniable. The Dao of Spanking was real, and it demanded compliance.

Shen Mengyue pushed herself up onto her knees, her body still trembling. "Now, all female cultivators in the cultivation world are to be punished," she said, her voice steady despite her tears. "Whether sect disciples or rogue cultivators, from Nascent Soul powerhouses down to Qi Condensation juniors - every female cultivator aged eighteen or older is to receive daily spanking punishment."

"Strip naked, kneel, and raise your buttocks," Lin Qiaoxin added, wiping her tears. "Each receives one hundred paddle strikes per day. If anyone resists or tries to avoid punishment, they will be penalized by the Dao's rules and receive double punishment."

The words fell like a hammer upon the gathered female cultivators. Some wept quietly. Others stood in stunned silence. But none could deny the truth they had perceived - the Dao of Spanking was now an unbreakable law of heaven and earth.

And so the new era began.

In a small sect to the east, a Golden Core female cultivator named Zhao Mei knelt in her courtyard, her robes removed, her body exposed to the morning air. A wooden paddle floated before her, glowing with the power of the Dao. She took a deep breath and raised her buttocks, presenting them for punishment.

*WHACK*

The paddle struck, and she cried out, tears springing to her eyes. But she did not move. She knew resistance was futile. The Dao would punish her doubly if she tried to avoid her fate.

*WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK*

The paddle struck again and again, and Zhao Mei sobbed, counting each blow under her breath. By the fiftieth strike, her buttocks were swollen and purple. By the hundredth, she could barely think, her entire world narrowed to the burning pain in her backside.

In a major sect in the central plains, the entire female population knelt in the main hall, their buttocks raised in unison. The sect leader, a Nascent Soul early stage cultivator named Liu Ying, had been the first to submit. She now knelt at the front, her aristocratic body bruised and beaten as she received her daily punishment alongside her disciples.

"One hundred!" the wooden boards declared, and Liu Ying collapsed, her body heaving with sobs. But even as she fell, she thought to herself, *This is the way. This is the Dao. A female cultivator's buttocks are meant to be severely spanked.*

In a remote mountain cave, a rogue cultivator tried to flee, using a concealment formation to hide from the Dao's detection. But the Dao of Spanking found her easily. The sky darkened, and two wooden boards descended, striking her without mercy. She screamed, begging for forgiveness, but the boards only struck harder, doubling each blow until she finally submitted, offering her buttocks willingly.

In Wuling City, the six slaves knelt together in the Xuantian Realm, their fair buttocks raised high despite the lingering bruises from the morning's demonstration. Behind them stood Xuanfa, his black training clothes stark against the dim light, his cold hand coming down to spank his slaves at will.

*SMACK*

He spanked Lin Qiaoxin first, and she moaned, arching her back to present her bottom for more. "Thank you, master," she whispered, her voice filled with reverence.

*SMACK* *SMACK*

Li Que received her master's hand, her proud body trembling with pleasure and pain. "Master's hand is the best," she said, her voice thick with devotion.

Shen Mengyue waited patiently, her heart full of joy. Her master's Great Dao was complete. She was spanked heavily every day, just as she deserved.

Xuanfa's hand paused as he surveyed his six female slaves. Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao knelt together, their bellies swollen with the life growing inside them. They were pregnant - a rare honor, for Xuanfa rarely favored his slaves physically. Only Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue had borne him children before.

Bai Zhenshuang's cold features softened as she felt the life within her. *Soon, the master will have three more slave daughters,* she thought, her heart swelling with pride.

Hua Qianyu smiled gently, her hand resting on her belly. A child of her master - what greater blessing could there be?

Su Qianyao giggled, her red eyes sparkling. "Yaonu hopes her daughter is born playful and mischievous," she said, patting her pregnant belly. "Just like Xin Nu."

The six slaves knelt together, their bodies bared, their buttocks raised, their hearts full of devotion. They swore eternal submission to Xuanfa, their master, their lord, their everything. They were willing to be slaves forever, always spanked, always punished, always loved.

And in the cultivation world, the sound of spanking echoed through the air like a new symphony, a constant reminder that female cultivators' buttocks were born to be severely spanked, and that the Dao of Spanking was now the ultimate law.

The morning mist clung to the peaks of Tianjian Sect as a solitary figure approached the mountain gate. Shen Mengyue walked with measured steps, her bare feet barely making a sound on the stone path. Her waist-length black hair cascaded down her back, occasionally stirred by the mountain breeze. Her skin, fair as jade and smooth as silk, gleamed under the soft sunlight. She carried only her sword, Zixia, held loosely in her right hand.

The disciples on duty at the gate froze when they saw her. Their eyes widened, jaws dropping. A woman—completely naked—walking toward them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her full breasts swayed gently with each step, the dark areolas visible against her pale skin. The curve of her hips, the gentle swell of her buttocks, the dark patch of hair between her thighs—all on full display.

Shen Mengyue showed no reaction to their stares. Her face remained serene, almost ethereal, like a goddess who had descended from the heavens but forgotten to wear her robes. There was a purity in her features that contrasted sharply with the nakedness of her body, creating a bizarre, captivating contradiction. The black slave collar around her neck gleamed dully, marking her as claimed property.

The disciples began to murmur, some in shock, some in barely concealed arousal, others in confusion. A few reached for their weapons, but none dared to draw. They recognized her, or at least recognized what she represented. The Moon Slave, one of Xuanfa's most loyal and obedient. Former sect leader of Xianxia Sect. A Nascent Soul late stage sword cultivator.

Shen Mengyue stopped at the center of the square before the main hall. She took a deep breath, and when she spoke, her voice carried on spiritual power, echoing through every corner of Tianjian Sect.

"Bai Zhenshuang, Sect Leader of Tianjian Sect, come forth. I bear a decree from the Exalted Xuanfa."

Her voice was soft but carried weight, cutting through the morning quiet like a blade. Disciples poured out from buildings, training grounds, and meditation chambers. Within moments, hundreds of cultivators had gathered, forming a sea of confused and angry faces. Women covered their mouths in shock. Men stared openly, some with disdain, others with undisguised lust.

Shen Mengyue stood calmly amidst them all, her nudity a silent declaration of her status. A female slave shows her body. A female slave has no need for modesty. This was the way of things now.

A ripple passed through the crowd as the main hall doors swung open. Bai Zhenshuang emerged, dressed in flowing white robes that seemed to drink the light around them. Her face was cold and exquisite, like carved jade, with sharp features that spoke of noble blood and an unyielding spirit. Her black hair fell straight past her waist, held back only by a simple silver hairpin. Her figure was statuesque, full-breasted with hips that curved promisingly beneath her robes. Her eyes, clear as mountain springs, swept over Shen Mengyue's naked form without a flicker of emotion.

"Shen Mengyue," Bai Zhenshuang said, her voice cool and even. "You come to my sect dressed like this?"

"I come bearing my master's words," Shen Mengyue replied, her tone equally calm. "Clothing is for those who still have dignity to protect. I am a female slave. I have no such need."

A ripple of anger passed through the Tianjian Sect disciples. Bai Zhenshuang raised a hand, silencing them.

"Speak your decree."

Shen Mengyue's eyes met Bai Zhenshuang's. "The Exalted Xuanfa has heard of your words. You spoke disrespectfully of Zephuang Sect, calling our way 'barbaric' and 'shameful.' For this crime, you are ordered to strip off all your clothes, kneel at the mountain pass of Zephuang Sect, and present your buttocks for punishment. One hundred strikes of the Celestial Wooden Board on your buttocks daily for ten years. This is a light punishment. Accept it, and the matter ends."

For a moment, silence reigned. Then the Tianjian Sect disciples erupted.

"Insulting!" one elder shouted, his face purple with rage.

"Who does this Xuanfa think he is?" another demanded.

"To humiliate our Sect Leader like this—we'll never accept it!"

Swords were drawn, spiritual energy flaring as dozens of disciples prepared to attack. Shen Mengyue did not move. She simply stood there, naked and serene, as if the storm of anger around her was no more than a gentle breeze.

Bai Zhenshuang's expression remained unchanged. She raised her hand again, and the noise subsided.

"A light punishment?" Bai Zhenshuang repeated, a hint of cold amusement in her voice. "Ten years of bare-bottom spanking at your sect's gate? You call that light?"

"It is light," Shen Mengyue said softly. "My master could have demanded far worse. He could have ordered your sect dissolved, your disciples scattered or enslaved. You spoke against him. Be grateful he chose to be merciful."

Bai Zhenshuang's eyes narrowed. "I respect only those worthy of respect. Your master's methods are cruel and degrading. I will not submit to them."

"I understand," Shen Mengyue said with a slight nod. "Then let everything be decided by strength."

She drew Zixia. The sword sang as it left its sheath, a blade of purple light that hummed with barely contained power.

Bai Zhenshuang drew Ningshuang, her own sword gleaming like frozen moonlight. The two women faced each other across the square, disciples scrambling to clear a space.

Then they moved.

The clash of their swords sent shockwaves rippling outward. Azure and violet light collided, splitting clouds and cracking the stone beneath their feet. Bai Zhenshuang was fast, her sword techniques refined through centuries of cultivation. She moved like water, like wind, like falling snow—graceful and deadly.

But Shen Mengyue was something else entirely.

Her swordplay was fierce, almost savage, yet precise. Each strike carried the weight of thousands of hours of discipline. Each parry and thrust revealed an understanding of combat that went beyond mere technique. Bai Zhenshuang found herself pushed back, step by step, her confidence wavering.

How? How could a woman who had been reduced to a naked slave, spanked and humiliated for decades, match her in swordsmanship?

Bai Zhenshuang's question was answered with every clash of their blades. Shen Mengyue's strength came from those very spankings. Each strike on her bare buttocks had been a lesson. Each humiliating punishment had tempered her spirit, refined her Qi, and sharpened her focus. She had been broken and rebuilt, stronger than before.

After a hundred exchanges, Shen Mengyue's sword found an opening. Zixia traced a cruel arc, slicing through Bai Zhenshuang's robes and drawing a line of blood across her ribs. Bai Zhenshuang stumbled, and Shen Mengyue's blade was at her throat.

"You've lost," Shen Mengyue said quietly.

The disciples of Tianjian Sect stared in disbelief. Their Sect Leader, the invincible sword immortal, defeated.

Bai Zhenshuang's breathing was ragged, her eyes wide with shock. But she did not deny the truth. "I have," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shen Mengyue withdrew her sword and produced a sound transmission talisman. She held it to her lips, whispering a few words. Moments later, the talisman glowed, and a cold voice echoed in her mind.

"Her stubborn resistance adds to her crime. Bring her to Zephuang Sect for severe punishment."

Shen Mengyue nodded and relayed the message. "My master says your resistance has increased your punishment. You are to be taken back to Zephuang Sect for severe punishment. You have two choices: resist to the end and implicate your sect in the consequences, or kneel and accept punishment now."

Bai Zhenshuang closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were calm.

"Disciples of Tianjian Sect, do not seek revenge for me. This is my personal affair. I was defeated in fair combat. I accept the consequences."

She reached up and untied her hairpin, letting her black hair fall free. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she began to undress. Her white robes slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her feet. Her undergarments followed. Soon she stood as naked as Shen Mengyue, her body exposed to the gaze of hundreds.

Her figure was exquisite. Full breasts with pale pink nipples that tightened in the cool air. A slender waist that flared into generous hips. Her buttocks were round and firm, the skin smooth and unmarked. Between her legs, a neat dark patch of hair covered her womanhood. The contrast between her cold, noble face and her naked, vulnerable body was stark.

Bai Zhenshuang knelt, her knees pressing into the cold stone. She lowered her head, her long hair falling forward to veil her face.

"I accept punishment," she said.

Shen Mengyue approached, a length of Immortal Binding Chain in her hand. She fastened it around Bai Zhenshuang's neck, the metal cool against her skin. Then she tugged, and Bai Zhenshuang began to crawl.

The journey through Tianjian Sect was a gauntlet of shame. Disciples lined the path, their eyes fixed on their naked Sect Leader as she crawled on hands and knees, following Shen Mengyue's lead. Some wept. Others turned away in shame. A few stared, lips pressed thin.

Shen Mengyue led Bai Zhenshuang into the main hall. The vast space was filled with Tianjian Sect elders and core disciples, all watching in stunned silence. Shen Mengyue stopped at the center of the hall and turned to face her prisoner.

"Bai Zhenshuang, you have been found guilty of speaking disrespectfully of Zephuang Sect and of stubbornly resisting your punishment. The sentence: four hundred strikes on your bare buttocks, to be administered here, in the main hall of your own sect. Then you will be taken to Zephuang Sect for severe punishment."

Bai Zhenshuang said nothing. She had accepted this. She would endure it.

Shen Mengyue's next words made her blood run cold.

"The Exalted Xuanfa has decreed that your punishment shall be administered using your own sword scabbard."

Bai Zhenshuang's composure cracked for a moment. Her scabbard? The one that had carried Ningshuang for centuries? To be beaten with her own tool of honor—the humiliation was deliberate, calculated.

Shen Mengyue held out her hand, and a disciple hesitantly brought forward Ningshuang's scabbard. It was made of fine white jade, carved with snowflake patterns, beautiful and elegant. Shen Mengyue tested its weight, then nodded.

"Assume the position."

Bai Zhenshuang's jaw tightened. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. But pride was a luxury she could no longer afford. She crawled to a low table at the center of the hall and bent over it, her hands gripping the far edge. She spread her legs slightly and arched her back, pushing her bare buttocks up and out, presenting them for punishment.

The disciples gasped. To see their proud Sect Leader in such a degrading pose, her sex on full display, her anus visible between the cheeks of her raised bottom—it was too much for some. A few turned and fled.

Shen Mengyue positioned herself behind Bai Zhenshuang. She raised the jade scabbard high, channeling spiritual power into it. The white jade glowed with her energy, promising a heavy strike.

"Count," Shen Mengyue ordered.

The first strike fell.

Crack!

The sound echoed through the hall. Bai Zhenshuang's buttocks jiggled from the impact, a bright red line appearing across both cheeks. She gasped but did not cry out.

"One," she said through gritted teeth.

Crack!

"Two."

Crack!

"Three."

The strikes came in a steady rhythm, each one landing with precise force. Shen Mengyue was skilled in this. She knew exactly how to make each blow hurt without causing lasting damage. The jade scabbard was heavier than wood, harder than leather, and each strike left a deeper mark.

By the fiftieth strike, Bai Zhenshuang's buttocks were bright red, covered in overlapping welts. She was panting now, sweat beading on her forehea

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The morning mist still clung to the peaks of Hundred Flowers Valley as Li Que strode through the mountain path. Her fiery red hair, pulled back into a high ponytail, swayed with each confident step. She was completely naked, her athletic form on full display—every curve of her toned body, every muscle defined from years of combat, the black slave collar gleaming around her neck like a badge of honor.

The disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley stopped in their tracks. Some gasped, others covered their mouths in shock. A young female disciple dropped her basket of herbs, the contents scattering across the stone path. Their eyes traced the naked woman who walked among them as if she were the one fully clothed and they were the ones exposed.

Li Que met their stares with a cold smirk. She had been publicly spanked by her master Xuanfa countless times, had crawled on all fours through the streets of Zehuang Sect, had presented her bare buttocks for punishment before thousands of disciples. The shame that once burned had long since transformed into something else—a fierce pride in her submission, a joy in displaying herself as the property of the Heavenly Lord. A female slave should show her nudity. It was natural, right, and beautiful.

She walked past the disciples who scrambled out of her way, her footsteps echoing on the stone path. Her breasts swayed with the movement, her hips rolling slightly as she walked. She made no move to cover herself, held her head high, and looked directly ahead.

A commotion arose from the main hall. Disciples parted to reveal a woman emerging—Hua Qianyu. Her green hair was loosely tied at the back of her head, with a few strands hanging by her ears. Her face was gentle like water, soft and delicate, with a natural affinity in her eyes that seemed to embrace all living things. She wore a flowing green robe that accentuated her plump, well-proportioned figure. She moved with grace, but her eyes widened when she saw the naked woman approaching.

"Sparrow Slave Li Que," Hua Qianyu said, her voice measured but carrying an edge of surprise. "What brings you to Hundred Flowers Valley in such... attire?"

Li Que stopped a few paces away. She clasped her hands behind her back, her posture relaxed, her nakedness on full display before the Valley Master and her gathered disciples. "I bring the decree of my master, Xuanfa Heavenly Lord."

The disciples murmured among themselves. Hua Qianyu's expression tightened. "Speak."

Li Que's voice rang out, cold and precise. "Your disciples once occupied the Zehuang Sect's medicinal garden. By the decree of Xuanfa Heavenly Lord, those disciples who participated shall strip off all their clothes, kneel at the mountain pass of Zehuang Sect, stick out their buttocks, and receive one hundred strikes of the Celestial Wooden Board each day for ten years. This is considered a light punishment."

Hua Qianyu's face paled. "Ten years? A hundred strikes daily? That would cripple them!"

"The punishment is just," Li Que said flatly. "Furthermore, for failing to manage your disciples, you are also to be punished."

Hua Qianyu stepped forward, her hands trembling slightly. "I will not allow my disciples to suffer such humiliation and harm. Li Que, I challenge you to single combat. If I win, you return to your master and plead for leniency."

Li Que's lips curled into a smile. "If you lose?"

"Then I submit to whatever punishment you decree," Hua Qianyu said, her voice steady despite her fear.

"Agreed."

The disciples formed a wide circle. Hua Qianyu drew a green jade staff from her storage ring, its surface glowing with healing energy. But this was a weapon of battle, not of healing. She faced the naked fire cultivator, her heart pounding.

Li Que raised her hand. Flames erupted around her fingers, swirling like living serpents. "You are a healer, Valley Master. This will not take long."

She struck first. A torrent of crimson flames shot toward Hua Qianyu, who raised her staff to deflect. The heat was intense, causing the nearby herbs to wither. Hua Qianyu countered with a wave of her staff, sending a cascade of green energy that extinguished the fire.

But Li Que was faster, stronger. She had been trained by Xuanfa himself, her flames refined through decades of harsh discipline and punishment. She closed the distance in an instant, her palm blazing with white-hot fire. She struck Hua Qianyu's shoulder, sending her stumbling back.

Hua Qianyu gritted her teeth. She summoned vines from the ground, but Li Que's flames burned through them like paper. The fire cultivator pressed her advantage, each attack more fierce than the last. Flames licked at Hua Qianyu's robe, singeing the fabric.

A final strike sent Hua Qianyu crashing to the ground, her staff clattering away. Li Que stood over her, flames still dancing around her fists. "You have lost."

Hua Qianyu lay on the ground, breathing heavily, her robes partially burned, her body bruised. "I... submit."

Li Que produced a sound transmission talisman from her storage ring—one that allowed her to contact Xuanfa directly. She activated it, and a cold voice echoed through the air.

"Hua Qianyu and the Hundred Flowers Valley disciples have stubbornly resisted, adding to their crime. Hua Qianyu is to be taken back to Zehuang Sect for severe punishment. All her disciples will also be heavily spanked."

The disciples cried out in terror. Some fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces. "Please, no!" a young disciple wailed. "We didn't know!"

Hua Qianyu rose to her knees, her body shaking. She could not bear to see her disciples suffer. She crawled forward and pressed her forehead to the ground before Li Que. "Please, Sparrow Slave. Let me take all the punishment. Double my punishment, triple it, but spare my disciples. They were only following my orders."

Li Que looked down at the groveling Valley Master. "Xuanfa said the disciples are to be punished as well."

"Please!" Hua Qianyu kowtowed again, her voice cracking. "I will bear any punishment. I will submit completely. Just spare them."

Li Que activated the talisman again. Xuanfa's voice returned, colder than before. "If she wishes to take the punishment alone, it must be severe. She will be spanked four hundred times in the main hall of Hundred Flowers Valley, then brought to Zehuang Sect for further punishment. The disciples will witness every stroke."

Hua Qianyu's breath hitched. Four hundred times. In front of her disciples. She had never been so humiliated in her life. But she nodded, tears falling to the ground. "I accept. I accept."

Li Que withdrew a set of Immortal Binding Chains from her storage ring. The black chains glowed with runic energy. She stepped forward and placed the chain around Hua Qianyu's neck. The metal was cold against her skin.

"Now, Valley Master," Li Que said, her voice carrying a hint of mockery. "Strip."

Hua Qianyu's hands trembled as she reached for her robe. She slowly untied the sash, letting the green robe fall away. She stood naked before her disciples, her plump body exposed, her round breasts and full hips on display. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but Li Que grabbed her wrists.

"No covering. You are being punished. Show your shame."

Hua Qianyu lowered her hands, her face burning red. Her disciples stared in stunned silence. Some covered their mouths, others looked away in shame. But they could not look away for long—they had to witness their Valley Master's disgrace.

Li Que tugged the chain. "Crawl."

Hua Qianyu dropped to her hands and knees. The stone path was cold and rough against her palms and knees. She began to crawl, the chain leading her forward, her bare buttocks swaying with each movement. Behind her, the disciples followed in silence, their footsteps echoing.

They crawled through the halls of Hundred Flowers Valley, past the medicinal gardens where Hua Qianyu had spent centuries tending to herbs, past the disciples who now stared in horror at their naked, crawling Valley Master. Hua Qianyu's tears fell onto the stone floor.

They reached the main hall. It was vast, with high ceilings and pillars carved with flowers and vines. At the center was a raised platform where Hua Qianyu usually presided over sect meetings. Now she was led to that platform, her chain tied to a pillar.

Li Que stood before her, still naked, still proud. She looked at the gathered disciples who filed into the hall, their faces pale and tear-streaked.

"Hua Qianyu," Li Que announced, her voice carrying through the hall. "For failing to manage your disciples, for allowing them to occupy the Zehuang Sect's medicinal garden, and for violently resisting the law, you are sentenced to four hundred strikes of the Celestial Wooden Board on your bare buttocks, to be carried out here in your own main hall. Afterward, you will be brought to Zehuang Sect for further punishment."

Hua Qianyu knelt on the platform, her body trembling. She had performed countless operations here, had healed countless wounded warriors, had given lectures on alchemy and herb cultivation. Now she would be spanked like a child in this very place.

"Assume the position," Li Que said.

Hua Qianyu took a deep breath. She bent forward, placing her hands on the floor, and raised her buttocks high. Her round, full buttocks stretched taut, presenting themselves for punishment. She could feel the eyes of her disciples on her most private area. Her face burned with shame.

But Li Que was not yet done. She raised her hand and summoned spiritual power, reaching out toward the medicinal garden outside. A cluster of herbs flew through the air and landed in her palm. They were dark green, covered in fine spines that glistened with a viscous sap.

Hua Qianyu, despite her shame, recognized the plant immediately. "Stinging Nettle..."

"Correct," Li Que said. "You are a master of herbs, Valley Master. You know what this does."

Hua Qianyu's eyes widened in terror. Stinging Nettle caused intense itching and burning on contact, a sensation that could drive a person mad. "No, please..."

Li Que ignored her plea. She crushed the herbs in her hands, using spiritual power to extract the juice and press it into a thick, dark green paste. She walked behind Hua Qianyu, who was still bent over with her buttocks raised, trembling like a leaf in a storm.

The first touch of the paste on her skin made Hua Qianyu gasp. It was cool at first, then a tingling sensation spread. Within seconds, the tingling became a burning itch, spreading across both buttocks like wildfire. Hua Qianyu cried out, her hands clawing at the floor.

"I can't... it itches so much..." she whimpered.

Li Que stood back, arms crossed, watching with detached interest. "You will not scratch. The punishment has not yet begun."

The itching intensified. Hua Qianyu could feel it deep in her skin, a maddening sensation that demanded relief. She arched her back, pressing her buttocks together, trying to rub them against each other. But that only spread the paste further, increasing the agony.

"Please... please spank me," Hua Qianyu begged, tears streaming down her face. "Spank my buttocks, it will relieve the itching. Please, Sparrow Slave."

Li Que did not move. She stood there, watching the Valley Master squirm and writhe on the platform. The disciples watched in horror as their leader, the gentle and capable Hua Qianyu, begged for a spanking.

A quarter of an hour passed. Hua Qianyu was nearly mad with the itching. She had scratched her thighs, her hips, anywhere she could reach, but her buttocks remained untouched, the paste still burning and itching. She sobbed openly, her resolve shattered.

"Please... please hit my buttocks... anything to stop this itching... I beg you..."

Li Que finally nodded. She raised her hand and summoned two Celestial Wooden Boards. They were flat, wide planks of black wood, inscribed with runes that glowed faintly. They floated in the air on either si

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