The Punishment of the Xuanfa Celestial Venerable: Part Two

Xuanfa walked slowly along the stone path that wound through the Zehuang Sect, three leather leashes in his right hand. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue crawled behind him on all fours, their naked bodies gleaming under the midday sun. Their breasts swayed with each movement, their buttocks lifted high in the obedient posture he had trained into them over decades. The black slave collars around their necks caught the light, and the chains attached to them clinked softly against the stones.

Disciples of the sect, all naked as was the rule, stepped aside and bowed their heads as the procession passed. They knew these three crawling women were the most fearsome elders of the sect—Heart Slave, Sparrow Slave, and Moon Slave—but here, they were nothing more than docile pets at their master's feet.

At the central plaza, Xuanfa stopped and turned. The three slaves halted immediately, their breasts pressing against the cool stone as they prostrated themselves.

"You have all broken through to the late Divine Transformation stage, correct?" Xuanfa's voice was flat, emotionless.

Lin Qiaoxin lifted her head first, a playful grin on her youthful face despite her position. "Thanks to our master's heavy spanking of our buttocks and the spiritual energy of the Xuantian Realm, we were able to break through to late Divine Transformation in three hundred years." She pressed her forehead to the ground.

Li Que followed, her proud voice subdued but steady. "This slave is grateful for our master's discipline. Every stroke of the board drove spiritual power deeper into my dantian."

Shen Mengyue spoke last, her tone gentle and sincere. "Moon Slave thanks our master for his constant punishment. Without it, I would still be wandering in the middle stage."

Xuanfa nodded once. "Since you have reached late Divine Transformation, I have a task for the three of you." He released the leashes and clasped his hands behind his back. "Bai Zhenshuang, the sect master of the Heaven Sword Sect, has spoken disrespectfully of our Zehuang Sect. Hua Qianyu, the valley master of the Hundred Flowers Valley, had her disciples occupy our medicinal herb garden. Su Qianyao, the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan, used her charm arts to bewitch the minds of Zehuang Sect disciples."

He paused, his cold eyes sweeping over them. "The three of you are to inform Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao that they must voluntarily strip naked, kneel at the mountain entrance of Zehuang Sect, and present their buttocks to be spanked. One hundred Heavenly Dao Wooden Board strokes on the buttocks daily for ten years shall be a light punishment. If they resist, defeat them and bind them with the Immortal Binding Lock."

Xuanfa raised his hand, and three golden Immortal Binding Locks materialized in the air, glinting with divine light. He tossed them to the ground before the slaves.

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue each reached out and took one. They kowtowed in unison. "This slave accepts the mission."

But Lin Qiaoxin did not rise. She looked up at Xuanfa with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Master, now that this slave has broken through to late Divine Transformation, my buttocks have become accustomed to the Heavenly Dao Wooden Board. Would our master consider increasing my daily spanking count to four hundred strokes per day?"

Li Que and Shen Mengyue exchanged glances, then also spoke. "This slave requests the same," Li Que said, her tone firm. "The spiritual energy from the spanking refines my cultivation directly. More strokes will strengthen me further."

Shen Mengyue added softly, "Moon Slave humbly begs our master to increase the punishment. The pain reminds me daily of my place and your grace."

Xuanfa's lips curled into a cold smirk. "So now you've fallen in love with the feeling of being spanked, eh?"

The three women blushed but did not deny it. "This slave has," Lin Qiaoxin admitted, her voice cheerful. "Every stroke of the board on my bare buttocks makes me feel closer to our master."

Xuanfa chuckled, a rare sound. "After this mission is completed, I will increase your punishment. The three of you, kowtow in thanks."

They pressed their foreheads to the ground with reverence. "Thank you, master."

"First, let's finish today's punishment," Xuanfa said. He raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

From the side courtyard, three young women emerged, walking gracefully on bare feet. Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian—each looked about eighteen years old and bore an eighty percent resemblance to their mothers. They were naked as well, black slave collars around their necks, their bodies still carrying the faint pink marks from their own earlier discipline.

They knelt before Xuanfa in a row. "We pay respects to our master."

Xuanfa gestured to the three kneeling mothers. "Your mothers' buttocks are itchy. Take the Heavenly Dao Wooden Boards and spank their bottoms, two hundred strokes each. After that, make them spread their legs and whip their perineal slits one hundred strokes each."

The three daughters bowed. "This slave obeys."

Lin Yuxin took a Heavenly Dao Wooden Board from the rack and approached her mother, Lin Qiaoxin, who had already turned around and presented her bare bottom. The board was dark wood inlaid with silver runes, humming with spiritual energy.

"Mom, how do you want me to spank you?" Lin Yuxin asked, her voice light and playful, mirroring her mother's personality.

Lin Qiaoxin grinned over her shoulder. "Hit the same spot repeatedly, Xin'er. Overlap each stroke on the previous one. Beat my buttocks until the skin splits, then beat the flesh underneath until it's purple pulp. That's when the spiritual energy flows best."

Li Que knelt beside Shen Mengyue, her back straight and proud even in submission. Her daughter Li Yunling stood behind her with the board. "Mother, how should I strike?"

"The lower curve of the buttocks, where they meet the thighs," Li Que said calmly. "That area absorbs the spiritual energy of the board most effectively. Strike hard enough to make my flesh jump, but not so hard that you break the bone. You know the rhythm—one stroke every two breaths, slow and deliberate, so the pain builds."

Shen Mengyue had already lowered herself, her waist-length black hair spilling forward as she arched her back. She turned her head to look at Shen Xingmian, who held the board with steady hands. "Xingmian, aim for the full width. Alternate between left and right cheeks, one stroke on each, then the center seam. After the first fifty, the skin will be red and tight. After a hundred, it will begin to split. Do not stop until the two hundred are complete. And when you whip my perineal slit, use the thin whip. Cover both my cunt and anus with each stroke—one forward, one back."

Shen Xingmian nodded solemnly. "I understand, mother."

The plaza fell silent except for the sound of flesh meeting wood. Lin Yuxin swung the Heavenly Dao Wooden Board with practiced precision, landing the first stroke squarely on the right cheek of Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks. The impact was sharp and loud. Lin Qiaoxin let out a satisfied gasp, her body swaying forward but keeping position.

"Ah, yes... that's the spot, Xin'er. Again."

The second stroke landed on the same spot, overlapping perfectly. The skin reddened instantly. Lin Yuxin continued, each stroke landing with mechanical accuracy, building a patch of deep crimson that spread across her mother's buttocks.

Beside them, Li Yunling began her strokes on Li Que. The board cracked against the firm muscle of Li Que's lower buttocks, and Li Que's breath caught but she did not cry out. Her hands gripped her thighs, knuckles white, as each stroke landed precisely where she had instructed.

Shen Xingmian struck Shen Mengyue with a steady rhythm. Left cheek, right cheek, center. Left, right, center. The pattern was methodical, and Shen Mengyue's body shuddered with each blow, but her expression remained serene, almost meditative.

By the hundredth stroke, the three mothers' buttocks were swollen to twice their normal size, the skin stretched taut and purple with bruising. Small tears had appeared on the surface, blood seeping through in thin lines. The Heavenly Dao Wooden Boards had done their work, driving spiritual energy deep into their bodies while inflicting exquisite pain.

"Continue," Xuanfa commanded from his seat at the edge of the plaza.

The daughters did not waver. The next hundred strokes landed on the already ravaged flesh. Flesh split further. Blood dripped down the backs of their thighs. Lin Qiaoxin was moaning with each impact, her voice a mixture of pain and pleasure. Li Que remained silent, her jaw clenched, her breath coming in sharp hisses. Shen Mengyue had closed her eyes, her lips moving as if reciting a mantra.

When the two hundred strokes were complete, the three mothers' buttocks were a mess of purple, black, and red, the skin hanging in shredded ribbons. Blood pooled beneath them on the stone.

"Now the whips," Xuanfa said.

Lin Yuxin picked up the thin leather whip, its tip braided with fine silk. She moved behind her mother. "Spread your legs, mom."

Lin Qiaoxin complied without hesitation, pushing her knees apart to expose her perineal area. Her cunt lips were swollen and glistening with moisture. The anus clenched and unclenched nervously.

Lin Yuxin flicked the whip. It cracked across the perineum, covering both the vulva and the anus in one stroke. Lin Qiaoxin cried out, a sharp, high sound that echoed across the plaza.

"Count," Lin Qiaoxin gasped. "Count every stroke, Xin'er."

"One," Lin Yuxin said, and struck again. The whip landed on the same area, this time catching the clitoris. Lin Qiaoxin's entire body convulsed.

Li Yunling took the whip to her mother's perineum. Li Que spread her legs without being told, her face impassive even as the whip lashed across her most sensitive flesh. She counted the strokes in a monotone, her voice never wavering.

Shen Xingmian whipped Shen Mengyue with careful precision, each stroke covering the full width of her slit. Shen Mengyue's moans were low and throaty, her body trembling with each impact.

When the hundred strokes were finished, the three mothers' perineal areas were raw and bleeding, the flesh red and irritated. They remained in position, waiting.

Xuanfa stood and walked among them. He inspected each woman's buttocks, touching the torn flesh with cold fingers. Lin Qiaoxin hissed at the contact but did not flinch.

"Acceptable," he said. "Now for the daughters."

Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian immediately turned and knelt, presenting their own buttocks. These were still young and smooth, marked only by the faint pink of earlier disciplines.

"Since you are in the Golden Core stage, the Mysterious Wooden Board will suffice," Xuanfa said. He raised his hand, and six Mysterious Wooden Boards appeared in the air, three on each side of the three daughters. "One hundred strokes."

The boards began to descend in a rhythmic pattern. Each daughter received a stroke from the left, then a stroke from the right. The boards worked in perfect synchrony, landing with sharp cracks that turned the pale skin of their buttocks pink, then red, then deep crimson.

Lin Yuxin whimpered but did not cry. Her mother Lin Qiaoxin crawled over to her, her own buttocks still dripping blood. "Steady, Xin'er. Remember what I taught you. Accept the pain. Let it settle into your bones. This is how a proper slave feels the master's love."

"Yes, mother," Lin Yuxin gasped as another stroke landed.

Li Yunling remained silent, her jaw set, her eyes fixed on the ground. Her mother Li Que crawled beside her. "Do not show weakness, Yunling. We are the master's most loyal slaves. Every stroke is a gift. Let it refine you."

"I understand, mother," Li Yunling said, her voice steady despite the pain.

Shen Xingmian took each stroke with quiet grace, her body swaying slightly but never breaking po

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The mountain pass of the Zehuang Sect was a narrow defile flanked by sheer cliffs, the only approach from the outside world. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the rocky ground, and a hot wind stirred the dust. Su Qianyao knelt at the center of the pass, her silver hair spilling over her bare shoulders, her hands bound behind her back with heavy iron chains that clinked softly as she shifted. Her naked body was a study in curves and pale flesh, her breasts pressed against her thighs as she bent forward, her bottom raised high and presented to the empty air. Behind her stood a disciple of the Zehuang Sect, a mid-level enforcer holding a heavy wooden paddle. The paddle rose and fell with rhythmic precision, each stroke landing with a sharp crack that echoed off the cliffs. Su Qianyao’s red pupils glistened, and she let out a low, breathy moan with every blow, her body trembling in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The sound of approaching footsteps and the clatter of armor broke the rhythm. A group of over sixty warriors emerged from the forest path, their formation tight and disciplined. They wore dark crimson armor inscribed with flame talismans, and their weapons gleamed with killing intent. At their head strode a tall woman with short-cropped black hair and a scar across her left cheek. Her cultivation base radiated at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, and her eyes burned with fury as she took in the scene before her.

“Stop!” she roared, her voice carrying the weight of a sonic attack. The Zehuang Sect enforcer paused, paddle raised, but did not lower it. The guard leader, A Zi, stepped forward, her hand on the hilt of her saber. “Release the Holy Maiden immediately, or I will raze this mountain pass to the ground!”

Su Qianyao turned her head slightly, her voice strained but calm. “A Zi, stand down. I am here of my own will.”

A Zi’s jaw tightened. She had served the Demon Clan for over a century, and the Holy Maiden was the pride of their people. To see her bound and stripped, her pale bottom already blossoming with red welts, was an insult that demanded blood. “Holy Maiden, do not speak. These Zehuang dogs have enslaved you with dark arts. We will free you.”

“You misunderstand,” came a cool, clear voice from the mountain pass.

Two figures emerged from the shadow of the gate, their footsteps unhurried on the stone path. They were both completely naked, their skin gleaming in the sunlight, and they walked with a poise that spoke of absolute ease. The first was Bai Zhenshuang, the former Sect Leader of the Heaven Sword Sect. Her delicate, cold features were as immaculate as carved jade, and her long black hair fell straight down her back, brushing the curve of her hips. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist narrow, and her hips rounded and high—a sword immortal’s body honed by years of cultivation. Yet her nakedness was displayed without the slightest hint of shame. In her hand, she held her sword, Ningshuang, but she carried it like a walking stick, her bearing one of unshakable authority.

Beside her walked Hua Qianyu, the former Valley Master of the Hundred Flowers Valley. Her cyan hair was loosely tied at the nape of her neck, and a few strands fell gently beside her ears. Her face was soft, her features warm and motherly, and her body was plump and well-proportioned, with generous breasts and wide hips that swayed with each step. Her skin held a faint glow, the mark of a healing master’s inner alchemy. She smiled gently, her eyes kind, but the pressure of a late Divine Transformation cultivator rolled off her in waves, making the air thick.

The guards gasped. Several of them recognized Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu as legends of the cultivation world—sect leaders in their own right, figures who commanded armies of disciples. To see them naked and walking as if it were the most natural thing in the world was a shock that bordered on the surreal.

A Zi’s face twisted with anger. “Bai Zhenshuang! Hua Qianyu! You are Sect Leader of the Heaven Sword Sect and Valley Master of the Hundred Flowers Valley! Have you fallen so low as to collude with the Zehuang Sect? Have you no shame?”

Bai Zhenshuang stopped a few paces from the guard formation. She lifted her chin, her expression cold and aloof, as if addressing a subordinate. “You are mistaken. I am no longer the Sect Leader of the Heaven Sword Sect. Thanks to the Heavenly Lord Xuanfa’s favor, I have been taken as a female slave, given the name Shuang Slave, and I receive daily spanking punishment.” Her voice carried no regret, only a flat statement of fact. Inside her heart, a warmth blossomed at the mention of her master’s name. To be his slave was her highest honor.

Hua Qianyu nodded gently, placing a hand over her chest. “I am no longer the Valley Lord of the Hundred Flowers Valley, either. I thank the Heavenly Lord Xuanfa for granting me the position of female slave, named Yu Slave, and I accept spanking punishment every day.” She turned her gaze to Su Qianyao, who was still kneeling with her bottom raised. “Moreover, your Saintess Su Qianyao is here willingly. She has begged for this punishment.”

A Zi snarled. “Lies! The Holy Maiden has been brainwashed! Attack!”

The guards moved as one, a coordinated wave of crimson armor and flashing blades. They had trained for years in a linked combat technique, their auras merging into a formation that could suppress a Nascent Soul cultivator. The ground shook as they charged.

Bai Zhenshuang did not flinch. She raised Ningshuang, and the blade sang free of its scabbard. A chill mist erupted from the sword, and she moved like a ghost, her naked body a blur of white limbs and black hair. The first guard to reach her found his saber blocked by a single finger of frost, and then a blade of ice pierced his shoulder, sending him flying. Hua Qianyu raised her hands, and golden healing light wove into a barrier. Her method of combat was subtle—she enhanced Bai Zhenshuang’s speed and stamina, while simultaneously draining the enemy’s vitality. The guards’ strikes grew sluggish, their coordination faltering.

Behind them, the spanking continued.

The enforcer brought the paddle down again and again on Su Qianyao’s upturned bottom. Each stroke drew a louder, more seductive moan from the Demon Clan Saintess. Her silver hair tossed as she arched her back, her voice rising in pitch. “Oh! Yes! More! Please, more!” The sound was unmistakable—not of pain endured, but of pleasure wrung from agony. The guards fighting nearby heard it, and their morale cracked. How could they fight for a saintess who moaned under the paddle?

Bai Zhenshuang dispatched two more guards with a flourish of her sword, ice crystals forming in the air around her. Hua Qianyu caught a charging warrior with a palm strike to the chest, sending her tumbling. The battle was one-sided; the guards, though numerous, could not match the power of late Divine Transformation cultivators. They were beaten back step by step, their formation breaking into chaos.

Then Su Qianyao screamed—a long, shuddering wail that cut through the clash of steel. Her body convulsed, and a clear fluid sprayed from between her thighs, soaking the ground beneath her. She had climaxed from the spanking. Her bottom was now a deep red, almost purple, and she collapsed forward, gasping, her breath coming in ragged sobs and moans.

A guard cried out in disbelief, “Impossible! The Holy Maiden came from being spanked!”

The remaining guards froze. They looked at their saintess, who lay prone and trembling, her face pressed to the dirt, her private parts glistening. A Zi hesitated, her saber wavering. Bai Zhenshuang stood over her, sword point steady. “Leave now, and I will spare your lives. The Holy Maiden is where she wishes to be.”

Su Qianyao lifted her head, her voice weak but sincere. “Sisters of the guard, Yao Slave really is staying here willingly. Yao Slave has always wanted someone to beat her ass to a pulp.” She smiled, a dreamy, satisfied expression on her face. “Please, go. Tell the Demon Clan that their Holy Maiden has found her master.”

A Zi clenched her fists. She could not defeat Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu, and the Holy Maiden had openly refused rescue. She looked at her fallen comrades, then at the serene, naked figures before her. With a bitter curse, she turned. “Retreat!”

The guards withdrew, dragging their wounded, their footsteps heavy with shame. The mountain pass fell silent except for Su Qianyao’s soft breathing and the distant cry of a hawk.

Bai Zhenshuang sheathed her sword and looked down at Su Qianyao. “You did well, Yao Slave. The master will be pleased.”

Su Qianyao smiled weakly, her bottom throbbing. “Thank you, Shuang Sister.”

Hua Qianyu knelt beside her and began to apply a healing balm to the bruised flesh, her touch gentle. The enforcer bowed and stepped back. The two former sect leaders waited until Su Qianyao could stand, then helped her to her feet. Together, they walked back through the mountain pass, their naked bodies unashamed in the sunlight, the black slave collars around their necks gleaming like badges of honor.

They reported to Xuanfa in his meditation chamber. The Celestial Venerable sat cross-legged on a dark stone platform, his eyes closed, his black training clothes immaculate. He opened his eyes as they entered, and his gaze swept over them—calm, shrewd, cold. “It is done.”

Bai Zhenshuang knelt first, her head bowed. “Yes, Master. The Demon Clan guards have been driven off. The Holy Maiden is secured and will undergo her daily punishment.”

Hua Qianyu knelt beside her. “Your orders have been carried out, Master.”

Xuanfa nodded. He rose, stepping down from the platform. “You have done well. For this, I will reward you. But first, I have another task.” He walked to a table where a scroll was spread. “The Bifall Palace and the Jiuyou Valley have allowed their disciples to clash with our sect’s outer disciples. Their sect leaders lack discipline. For these minor offenses, a lesson is needed.” He looked at Bai Zhenshuang. “Shuang Slave, you will go to the Bifall Palace. Demand that Yun Qing’er, the Palace Lord, and all disciples who participated in the clash strip naked, kneel at our mountain pass, and present their bottoms for spanking. One hundred strokes of the Heavenly Dao Board every day for three years. If they resist, they will be severely punished.”

He turned to Hua Qianyu. “Yu Slave, you will go to the Jiuyou Valley. The same orders for You Lan and her erring disciples.”

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu touched their foreheads to the floor. “As the master commands.”

Bai Zhenshuang rose and walked out of the chamber. She did not bother to dress. The path to the Bifall Palace was a half-day’s journey. She flew on her sword, her naked body cutting through the clouds, the wind caressing her skin. She landed at the palace gates, which were guarded by a dozen disciples in pale blue robes. They saw her descending, and their eyes went wide. The former Sect Leader of the Heaven Sword Sect, completely nude, landing before their gate like a fallen immortal.

Bai Zhenshuang walked forward, her steps steady, her face impassive. The guards stumbled back, making way. She walked through the gate, across the courtyard, past rows of disciples who stared in shock and fear. Her nakedness was a silent declaration of power—she had nothing to hide because she feared nothing. Inside, her heart sang with devotion to her master. She was a slave, and showing her body was an act of obedience, a testament to her submission. The disciples of Bifall Palace saw her full breasts, the curve of her hips, the smooth line of her thighs, and they did not see shame—they saw a predator.

She entered the main hall, where Yun Qing’er, a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator with a round face and anxious eyes, sat on her throne. When she saw Bai Zhenshuang, she rose quickly, her face paling. “Sect Leader Bai? What is the meaning of

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Inside the Xuantian Realm, the air was still and heavy with spiritual essence. Six women knelt in a row on the cold stone floor, their naked bodies illuminated by the soft glow of the realm’s ambient light. Each wore a black slave collar around her neck, the mark of their complete submission. Before them stood Xuanfa, clad in black training clothes, his cold handsome face betraying no emotion.

Lin Qiaoxin, her low twin-tails bouncing slightly as she shifted her weight, was the first to speak. “Master, the cultivation world is buzzing with news. Xin Slave has heard that the six female slaves of the Xuanfa Celestial Venerable are causing quite a stir.”

Li Que, her fiery red hair tied in a high ponytail, nodded. “Que Slave has been busy. We have been seeking out female cultivators who have offended you, Master, and delivering swift justice to their bottoms.”

Shen Mengyue, her waist-length black hair cascading over her fair skin, spoke in a gentle tone. “Yue Slave and the others have been thorough. Every cultivator who dared to speak ill of the Zehuang Sect or the master has received a thorough spanking.”

Bai Zhenshuang, her delicate features cool and aloof, added, “Shuang Slave’s sword has been used only to ensure the punishments are precise. The rumor of the six naked slaves of the Xuanfa Celestial Venerable has spread far and wide.”

Hua Qianyu, her cyan hair loosely tied back, smiled softly. “Yu Slave has tended to the welts afterwards. Many of those punished have sworn never to offend again.”

Su Qanyao, her silver hair shimmering and red pupils gleaming, licked her lips. “Yao Slave also took the time to seduce and bring back a talented female cultivator named Nangong Xue. Her elder sister is Nangong Wan, the sect leader of the Crimson Flower Spirit Realm, a late-Nascent Soul cultivator. But Xue Mei has been resisting quite fiercely lately.”

Li Que sneered. “Hand her over to Que Slave. Watch me beat her ass dozens of times until she dares to talk back.”

Xuanfa’s gaze swept over them. “You six have performed well. From now on, you need not kneel when you come before me; a simple bow will suffice.”

The six women exchanged glances, flattered. They rose to their feet, their bodies still bared, and bowed deeply.

Xuanfa reached out with his hand, and six black leather belts materialized in a flash of dark light. Each belt was made from the hide of a demonic dragon serpent, supple yet strong, with a faint sheen of dark scales. “This is a magical artifact refined from the hide of the demonic dragon serpent, called the Chasing Shadow Belt. When infused with spiritual power, it will automatically track and spank, no matter what movement or posture, you cannot escape.” He paused, his voice flat. “Though not as painful as the Heavenly Dao Board, it should be sufficient for extra punishment.”

Su Qanyao’s eyes lit up with delight. She took the belt eagerly, running her fingers over its smooth surface. “The master has truly bestowed a fine treasure. Yao Slave’s greedy butt is not satisfied with only four hundred strokes a day. Yao Slave will use the Chasing Shadow Belt to beat this greedy ass hard.”

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, taking her own belt. “That means we can be spanked anytime? Great! Xin Slave can’t wait to test it out.”

Li Que gripped the belt firmly. “Que Slave will use maximum spiritual power to drive the belt and beat her own ass to a pulp. It will be a good training in endurance.”

Shen Mengyue accepted the belt with a graceful bow. “Thank you for the generous gift, Master. I will use this tool well to punish my buttocks and keep them always reminded of your authority.”

Hua Qianyu held the belt gently. “Yu Slave will use the artifact properly to ensure her buttocks are painful and red, as is fitting for a slave.”

Bai Zhenshuang took the belt without expression. “For the grace of the gift, I will repay it with punishment to my buttocks. I will beat my own ass to a pulp until it is black and blue.”

Xuanfa nodded once. “Go now. Attend to your duties at the Zehuang Gate.”

The six women bowed again and departed the Xuantian Realm. As they emerged into the main training ground of the Zehuang Gate, the disciples of the sect were already assembled. All were naked, as was the custom of the sect that only accepted female cultivators. The atmosphere was one of discipline and dedication.

Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang took their positions before the disciples to teach sword techniques. Li Que moved to the combat training area. Lin Qiaoxin began setting up formation diagrams. Hua Qianyu gathered those interested in alchemy. Su Qanyao addressed the disciples training in spiritual sense.

Behind each of the six female slave elders, the black Chasing Shadow Belt came to life. The belts infused with spiritual power, rose into the air, and began their relentless pursuit of the women’s buttocks.

The first smack echoed across the training ground as the belt lashed Shen Mengyue’s round bottom. Her flesh rippled, and a red mark appeared instantly. She did not flinch. She continued demonstrating a sword stroke, her voice steady as she instructed a disciple. The belt struck again and again, each time landing with a sharp crack against her bare cheeks, but she acted as if nothing was happening.

Beside her, Bai Zhenshuang’s belt was equally merciless. It whipped across her full buttocks, leaving parallel red lines. Bai Zhenshuang’s expression remained cool and aloof. She corrected a disciple’s grip on a sword, her tone calm, as if the belt were merely a breeze.

Across the yard, Li Que threw a punch at a training dummy. The belt snapped against her athletic bottom, the sound sharp and wet. Her cheeks jiggled, but she did not break her rhythm. She kicked, spun, and punched, the belt chasing her relentlessly, flogging her buttocks with every move. The flesh turned pink, then red, then a deep crimson, but Li Que’s voice was firm as she shouted instructions to her disciples.

Lin Qiaoxin knelt to draw a formation line on the ground. The belt struck her raised bottom, the leather connecting with a loud slap that made her twin-tails bounce. She giggled, continuing to sketch the formation. The belt came down again and again, each stroke making her buttocks quiver, but she hummed a tune, utterly unconcerned.

Hua Qianyu was mixing herbs at a table. The belt found her plump rear and lashed it repeatedly. Her flesh jiggled with each impact, red welts forming across the pale skin. She smiled gently, explaining the properties of a medicinal herb to a disciple, as if the belt’s punishment were a distant background noise.

Su Qanyao was demonstrating a spiritual sense technique. The belt snapped against her wide hips, the sound echoing in the training area. She moaned softly, a hint of pleasure in her voice, and continued her lesson. The belt beat her buttocks until they were crimson and swollen, but she licked her lips and kept speaking, her red pupils gleaming.

The disciples watched in awe. The six elders endured the relentless spanking without a single grimace, without a single break in their instruction. The Chasing Shadow Belts were merciless, striking the same spots over and over, turning the women’s bottoms into a patchwork of red, purple, and black. But the six acted as if the punishment did not exist. They taught, they moved, they spoke, and the belts beat on.

Hours passed. The belts did not stop. The women’s buttocks were thoroughly beaten, swollen and raw, yet they continued their duties with perfect composure. The contrast was stark: the serene faces of the elders and the violent flogging of their behinds.

When the training session ended, the six returned to the Xuantian Realm. They bowed before Xuanfa, their bodies still naked, their bottoms a testament to the Chasing Shadow Belts’ work. The welts and bruises were vivid, but none of them showed any sign of distress.

Xuanfa looked at them, a hint of amusement in his cold eyes. “Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qanyao. You were captured and made slaves by Shen Mengyue, Li Que, and Lin Qiaoxin respectively. Have you ever thought about getting back at them?”

Bai Zhenshuang was stunned for a moment. Then she shook her head. “No, Master. Shuang Slave is grateful to Yue Slave for capturing me. It allowed me to be severely spanked by you and become your slave. I hold no resentment.”

Hua Qianyu also shook her head softly. “Yu Slave feels the same. Que Slave’s capture brought me to your discipline. I am thankful.”

Su Qanyao licked her lips, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Yao Slave has long wanted to personally spank Xin Mei’s bottom. Xin Mei’s butt is round and perky. It would be so satisfying to spank, Master.”

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue exchanged glances. Without hesitation, they knelt down on the stone floor, raising their bottoms high in offering. Their already punished cheeks were still red and sore from the Chasing Shadow Belts, but they presented them willingly.

Lin Qiaoxin giggled. “Come on, Sister Yao. Spank Xin Slave’s ass hard. Let’s see if your spanking hurts as much as the master’s.”

Li Que said firmly, “Please, Sister Yu, spank without holding back. Que Slave’s ass is ready for your hand.”

Shen Mengyue said gently, “Please, Sister Shuang, punish Yue Slave’s bottom as you see fit. I want to feel your strength.”

Bai Zhenshuang picked up a Heavenly Dao Board from the side. She approached Shen Mengyue’s raised bottom, the smooth, firm cheeks spread invitingly. Without hesitation, she raised the board and brought it down with full force. A loud crack echoed, and Shen Mengyue’s flesh rippled, a deep red mark blooming. Bai Zhenshuang struck again and again, each stroke landing with precision. She counted silently, delivering four hundred heavy strokes without pause. Shen Mengyue’s bottom turned from red to purple to black, the skin swelling and bruising. Shen Mengyue did not cry out; she only trembled slightly, her breath hitching but her body remaining still.

Hua Qianyu, with a gentle sigh, took her own board and positioned herself behind Li Que. She raised the board and brought it down hard on Li Que’s athletic buttocks. The sound was sharp and wet. Li Que grunted but held her position. Hua Qianyu delivered stroke after stroke, each one leaving a fresh welt. She did not hold back, just as Li Que had asked. After four hundred strokes, Li Que’s bottom was a mess of black and blue, the skin broken in places. Yet Li Que remained proud and calm, her high ponytail swaying with each impact.

Su Qanyao took the board with a predatory grin. She stepped behind Lin Qiaoxin’s raised bottom, admiring the round, perky cheeks. “Let’s see how long you last, Xin Mei.” She swung the board with all her strength, the crack echoing off the walls. Lin Qiaoxin yelped once, then bit her lip. Su Qanyao spanked with rhythm and force, alternating cheeks, making sure each stroke landed with maximum pain. She delivered four hundred strokes, and by the end, Lin Qiaoxin’s bottom was a swollen, bruised mess, black and purple mottled across the skin.

Lin Qiaoxin whimpered but managed a shaky giggle. “Not bad, Sister Yao. That stings like the master’s.”

Xuanfa watched the entire punishment with cold satisfaction. When it was done, he spoke. “All six of you, go cultivate well. The Wuling City’s Path Inquiry Assembly will soon begin—a grand cultivation competition. You six will participate and bring glory to the Zehuang Gate.”

The six women rose, their bottoms throbbing and battered. They bowed deeply, their voices unified. “Yes, Master.”

They turned and left the Xuantian Realm, their naked bodies marked with the evidence of their discipline. Behind each of them, the Chasing Shadow Belts rose again, ready to continue their relentless punishment as they went to cultivate. The women walked with steady steps, their faces serene, as if the pain did not exist. They were the six female slaves of the Xuanfa Celestial Venerable, loyal, obed

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The morning sun cast long shadows across the sprawling grounds of Wuling City as cultivators from every corner of the realm gathered for the Path Inquiry Assembly. Tents of silk and spiritual banners fluttered in the breeze, and the air hummed with the collective energy of thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators and above. Disciples in pristine robes, elders in regal vestments, and wandering swordsmen with gleaming artifacts all pressed forward toward the central arena. But when six figures emerged from the eastern gate, the entire assembly fell into stunned silence.

Lin Qiaoxin led the procession, her black hair tied in low twin-tails that bounced with each light step. Her youthful face bore a mischievous grin, and her slim, well-proportioned figure was completely bare under the morning light. The slave collar of polished black iron snugly encircled her neck, and her small breasts swayed freely as she walked. Behind her, Li Que strode with athletic confidence, her fiery red hair pulled into a high ponytail that lashed behind her. Her tall, well-muscled frame moved with predatory grace, and the curve of her firm buttocks drew every male eye in the crowd. Shen Mengyue followed with measured steps, her waist-length black hair flowing like silk over her shoulders. Her skin was luminous, pale as moonlight, and the fullness of her breasts and the gentle flare of her hips exuded both ethereal purity and carnal allure. Bai Zhenshuang walked beside her, her delicate features cold and noble, her full chest high and proud. She held her chin up, and the firm roundness of her bottom swayed with regal indifference. Hua Qianyu came next, her cyan hair loosely tied back, her soft face radiating gentle serenity. Her plump figure was generous in every curve, and her ample breasts and broad hips spoke of a woman built for comfort and care. Su Qianyao brought up the rear, her silver hair cascading down her back, her bright red pupils gleaming with playful mischief. Her body was a symphony of seduction—heavy breasts that jiggled with each step, a waist so slender it seemed impossible, and hips that rolled with practiced allure.

The cultivators stared. Some covered their mouths. Others felt heat creep up their necks. A young male cultivator in blue robes gaped openly, his mouth hanging. An elderly woman in gold-trimmed vestments blushed and looked away. A group of Nascent Soul disciples whispered behind their hands, their eyes wide.

One cultivator, a middle-aged man with a graying beard and the robes of the Azure Cloud Sect, stepped forward, his face red with indignation. "The Path Inquiry Assembly is a cultivation meeting," he declared, his voice carrying across the crowd. "What is this nudity in public? Have you no shame?"

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Do you want Xin Slave to crawl on the ground instead? I wouldn't mind, but it would be inconvenient to participate in the assembly like that." She winked, and the crowd shifted uncomfortably.

Shen Mengyue stepped forward, her voice calm and measured. "We are all female slaves of the Heavenly Lord Xuan Fa. Female slaves must always remain naked. There is no shame in obeying our master."

Another cultivator, a thin man with a sneer, called out from the crowd. "I didn't know that bare-bottomed slaves could participate in the Path Inquiry Assembly. Who allowed such a disgrace?"

Li Que's eyes flashed with disdain. She turned to face the man, her hands on her hips, her bare body fully on display. "As I recall, the qualification to participate is being a Nascent Soul cultivator or above. It never said female slaves cannot participate." Her voice dripped with contempt.

Bai Zhenshuang added coldly, her tone like frost, "Could it be that you don't have the confidence to defeat a completely naked female slave?" She arched an eyebrow, and the man's sneer faltered.

A female cultivator in flowing white robes pushed through the crowd, her face twisted with anger. She pointed a trembling finger at the six. "You slaves are a disgrace to all female cultivators. You debase yourselves willingly, and you drag the honor of every woman who cultivates through the mud."

Hua Qianyu turned to her with a serene smile. Her gentle eyes held no offense, only calm acceptance. "We slaves have no dignity. Everything is for our master. Accepting our master's punishment and humiliation is our duty." She bowed her head slightly, and the female cultivator's face contorted with frustration.

Su Qianyao stepped forward, her silver hair catching the light. She leaned in toward the female cultivator, her voice drop

The allied army of one hundred thousand female cultivators stretched across the horizon like a tide of jade and silk, their banners fluttering in the wind with the emblems of a hundred sects. At their vanguard stood two figures radiating late-stage Nascent Soul power: Nangong Wan, tall and majestic with a cold gaze, and Zhiyun, slender and sharp-eyed, her robes embroidered with clouds. They had gathered this force with a single purpose—to overthrow the Zehuang Sect and end the reign of its master, Xuanfa.

Their voices echoed across the plains as they sent out a booming transmission: “Xuanfa! Your tyranny ends today. The Zehuang Sect will fall, and your slaves shall be freed!”

The gates of the Zehuang Sect swung open slowly, and six figures emerged. They walked forward with unhurried grace, their naked bodies fully exposed to the sunlight and the stares of the hundred thousand. Not a trace of shyness marred their expressions. Lin Qiaoxin came first, her black hair styled in low twin-tails that bounced with each step. Her youthful, cute face held a mischievous grin, and her slim yet well-proportioned figure gleamed under the light. The black slave collar around her neck contrasted sharply with her fair skin. Beside her, Li Que moved with athletic poise, her fiery red hair tied in a high ponytail that swayed like a flame. Her tall, muscular frame radiated power, and her proud eyes swept over the army with disdain.

Shen Mengyue followed, her waist-length black hair cascading over her shoulders, blending the pure beauty of a young woman with the enchanting charm of maturity. Her skin was like polished jade, and the slave collar at her throat only accentuated her ethereal grace. Bai Zhenshuang walked with cold elegance, her delicate features carrying an innate nobility. Her full breasts and round hips swayed with controlled movement, and her long black hair streamed behind her like a river of ink. Hua Qianyu came next, her cyan hair loosely tied, with soft strands falling by her ears. Her gentle face and plump, well-proportioned figure exuded warmth, yet her eyes were serene. Finally, Su Qianyao stepped forward, her silver hair glowing like moonlight and her bright red pupils burning with seductive fire. Her plump breasts and wide hips moved with a hypnotic rhythm, and a knowing smile played on her lips.

The allied army fell silent, stunned by the sight. These were former sect leaders, warriors, and holy maidens, now standing naked and unashamed before them.

Zhiyun stepped forward, her voice trembling with fury. “Shen Mengyue! Bai Zhenshuang! Hua Qianyu! You were leaders of your own sects! How can you willingly degrade yourselves to be his female slaves? Have you no shame?”

Hua Qianyu clasped her hands gently and bowed her head. “Yunu considers herself fortunate to be the master’s slave. There is no greater honor.”

Shen Mengyue looked up, her tone calm and steady. “Under the master’s bottom-spanking punishment, I have improved greatly. My past arrogance is gone, and I have found my true place.”

Bai Zhenshuang’s voice was cold as frost. “Shuangnu once disrespected the master. After being punished and taken in, I understood my mistake. A female cultivator’s buttocks are meant for the master’s discipline.”

Nangong Wan stepped forward, her eyes blazing. “Hand over my younger sister, Nangong Xue! She was taken by your sect!”

Su Qianyao giggled, a silvery laugh that rippled through the air. “Luring Xue Mei here took Yaonu so much effort. How could I just give her up? She’s learning so much.”

Lin Qiaoxin grinned, her eyes twinkling. “Why not wait a bit longer, Sister Wan? Maybe Nangong Xue will grow to enjoy being spanked. It’s a wonderful thing, you know.”

Li Que sneered, crossing her arms. “Nangong Xue was stubborn at first. But after Quenu beat her butt raw a few times, she now cries and begs at the mere sight of a paddle. It’s quite amusing to watch.”

The six slaves stepped forward in unison, their voices rising as one. “A female cultivator’s buttocks are meant to be spanked. They should be spanked hard and painfully. We slaves obediently receive the master’s bottom-spanking punishment every day. Now a bunch of female cultivators dare to make wild claims before our Zehuang Sect and defy its dignity. This won’t be easily resolved. Later, the master himself will personally descend and spank your buttocks countless times.”

A roar of anger erupted from the allied army. Nangong Wan raised her hand, and a hundred thousand cultivators surged forward, swords and spells blazing. But the six slaves did not flinch. Lin Qiaoxin wove her hands through the air, and formation lines blazed beneath the army’s feet, tripping and binding. Li Que unleashed waves of crimson flame that engulfed the front ranks. Shen Mengyue drew her sword, Zixia, and carved a path through the enemy with swift, precise strikes. Bai Zhenshuang’s sword, Ningshuang, left trails of ice that froze cultivators in their tracks. Hua Qianyu scattered healing herbs that turned into clouds of paralytic pollen. Su Qianyao’s eyes glowed red, and a wave of seductive energy washed over the army, dulling their senses and slowing their movements.

Within fifty exchanges, the allied army lay scattered and broken. The six slaves cast a final spell, and a wind of spiritual power tore through the battlefield, ripping every scrap of cloth from the bodies of the hundred thousand female cultivators. They stood naked, shamed, and defeated.

Then Xuanfa appeared.

He descended from the sky like a black bolt of lightning, landing on the battlefield without a sound. His black training clothes clung to his cold, handsome frame, and his eyes swept over the scene with absolute contempt. His mere presence released a pressure that crushed the hundred thousand female cultivators to the ground, immobilizing them completely.

“A bunch of ignorant female cultivators,” he said, his voice like ice. “You dare to unite and attack my sect? You dare to defy me? I will make you all experience the punishment of having your butts beaten until they are raw.”

He raised a finger, and spiritual power surged. Nangong Wan and Zhiyun were forced to their knees, their bodies bent forward until their buttocks were raised high, trembling in the air. Behind them, two Heavenly Dao wooden boards materialized, smooth and dark, thrumming with punitive energy. Without warning, the boards began to strike.

*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*

The first blows landed with brutal force. Nangong Wan gritted her teeth, her eyes wide with shock. “You—this is—unacceptable!” she snarled through clenched jaws. But the boards did not relent. Each strike sent a shockwave through her flesh, turning her pale cheeks red. Zhiyun screamed as the board connected with her rear, her body lurching forward with each impact. “I will not—submit!” she cried, but her words were broken by the rhythmic *WHACK, WHACK, WHACK* of the Heavenly Dao boards.

The strikes came faster, harder. Nangong Wan’s buttocks turned from red to purple, the skin swelling with each blow. She tried to summon her spiritual power, but Xuanfa’s pressure held her down, leaving her defenseless. Tears began to stream down her face as the pain intensified. “Stop! Please!” she begged, but the boards continued. Zhiyun’s cries turned into wails, her body shaking uncontrollably as the wood pounded her rear, turning her pale skin to a bruised, mottled mess.

After a full five hundred strikes, the boards stopped. Nangong Wan and Zhiyun collapsed forward, their buttocks black and purple, swollen to twice their normal size. They could barely breathe, their sobs muffled by the dirt.

Xuanfa’s gaze swept over the hundred thousand naked, immobile female cultivators. “You, along with Nangong Wan and Zhiyun, have united to defy me. Your crime is grave. The prime culprits, Nangong Wan and Zhiyun, will receive five hundred spanks daily. The rest of you will receive two hundred spanks daily.”

A wave of wails and cries erupted from the army. Many female cultivators burst into tears on the spot, while others knelt and kowtowed, begging for mercy. “Please! We were wrong! We regret it!” But Xuanfa’s face remained stone.

He waved his hand, and a large space opened near the Zehuang Sect. The hundred thousand female cultivators were forced into that space, all of them kneeling with their buttocks raised high. Behind each cultivator, two Heavenly Dao boards materialized and began to strike mercilessly. The space around the Zehuang Sect became a hell for female cultivators, filled every day with the sound of spanking slaps and the wailing and pleas of the punished. When a cultivator’s buttocks were beaten raw, a healing array set by Xuanfa would slowly mend them, ensuring they experienced endless pain without dying.

Ten years passed. The screams never ceased.

Nangong Wan and Zhiyun had been completely subdued. Every day, at the sight of a Heavenly Dao board, they would weep, wail, and beg for mercy. Their dignity as Nascent Soul powerhouses was gone, replaced by trembling fear. Zhiyun would clutch her rear and sob, “No! Please, no more!” while Nangong Wan crawled backward, her voice cracking, “I can’t take it! I’ll do anything!” But the boards struck anyway, pounding their bruised, scarred buttocks until they blackened and swelled anew.

In the main hall of the Zehuang Sect, the six beautiful female slaves—Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao—stood naked before Xuanfa. They knelt in a line, their heads bowed in deep respect.

Xuanfa sat on his throne, his cold eyes surveying them. “This group of female cultivators dared to resist me before. Truly reckless.”

Lin Qiaoxin giggled, her voice light. “Nangong Wan and Zhiyun’s screams are so loud, we can hear them even inside the Zehuang Sect.”

Li Que sneered. “It seems their butts are still not as hard as the boards. At first they talked tough, but now they know to beg for mercy.”

Su Qianyao spoke in a seductive tone, patting her own firm buttocks. “Those two receive five hundred spanks daily—a hundred more than Yaonu. That makes Yaonu so envious.”

Bai Zhenshuang’s voice was cold and flat. “A female cultivator’s buttocks are meant to be spanked. That is Shuangnu’s conclusion after being punished by the master.”

Shen Mengyue spoke calmly. “Anyone who dares defy the master deserves the harshest punishment.”

Hua Qianyu smiled gently. “We female slaves are also female cultivators, and we will obediently accept any punishment from the master.”

Xuanfa stood, his eyes glittering with ruthless intent. “It seems my methods were too gentle before. Just wait—from now on, no female cultivator in the cultivation world can escape punishment. Every female cultivator will be severely spanked every day. Everyone must know that female cultivators are only fit to raise their buttocks and take the paddle before me.”

The six female slaves bowed deeply, their voices rising in unison, filled with respect and excitement. “Yes, Master.”

In their minds, they could already see it—all female cultivators kneeling before the master, their buttocks raised high, being harshly spanked, their cries filling the skies. And they smiled.

A decade had passed since Xuanfa first conceived of his Great Dao. In the silent depths of the Xuantian Realm, he sat cross-legged upon a black jade platform, his eyes closed, his fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air. The fabric of heaven and earth trembled. Laws that had stood for eons shifted and reformed. When he opened his eyes, a faint smile—barely perceptible—curved his lips. The Spanking Dao was complete.

The six female slaves knelt before him, their naked bodies pressed low, foreheads touching the cold stone. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao—all late Divine Transformation stage cultivators, all once proud sect leaders or holy maidens, now bare and collared, trembling with joy.

"Master," Shen Mengyue spoke first, her voice soft and reverent, "Yue Nu congratulates Master on founding the Great Dao. Now Master is the strongest in all the realms."

Lin Qiaoxin grinned, her twin tails bouncing as she lifted her head. "Xin Nu knew Master could do it! Now every female cultivator in the world will have her bottom spanked just like us!"

Li Que's proud voice followed, her red hair cascading over her shoulders. "Que Nu's master is invincible. The Spanking Dao is the true way. All female cultivators must submit."

Bai Zhenshuang said nothing, but her cold eyes held a deep, satisfied light. Hua Qianyu smiled gently, her cyan hair falling softly around her face. Su Qianyao let out a silvery laugh, her red pupils gleaming with mischief.

Xuanfa rose. "Go to Wuling City. Announce my Dao to the cultivation world."

The six slaves bowed again. "As Master commands."

Wuling City was the largest gathering place for cultivators in the central continent. Its vast white stone square could hold tens of thousands. News spread like wildfire: Xuanfa Celestial Venerable had achieved his Great Dao. The six slave women of the Zehuang Sect were summoning all high-level female cultivators. No one dared refuse. Within hours, the square was packed with female cultivators of every sect and rank—Nascent Soul elders, Divine Transformation peak masters, Core Formation disciples. They stood in uneasy silence, their robes rustling in the wind.

On the raised dais at the center of the square, the six slaves stood naked, their black collars glinting in the sun. No shame touched their faces. They were beyond shame.

Shen Mengyue stepped forward, her waist-length black hair swaying. She raised a hand, and silence fell.

"Fellow cultivators," she said, her voice calm and clear, "our master, Xuanfa Celestial Venerable, has founded his Great Dao. It is called the Spanking Dao. It is the Dao of punishing female cultivators by severely spanking their buttocks. This is now one of the fundamental principles of heaven and earth."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Disbelief, shock, fear—all flickered across the faces of the assembled women.

"If anyone does not believe," Lin Qiaoxin added cheerfully, "try to sense the Dao yourselves. Go on, reach out with your spiritual awareness."

Many of the female cultivators closed their eyes and extended their senses into the fabric of reality. Their faces blanched. The Dao was there—undeniable, immutable, woven into the very laws of existence. The Spanking Dao was real.

Lin Qiaoxin's grin widened. "So, sisters, that means all of you have to have your butts spanked to a pulp every single day. No one wants to defy the Dao's rules, right?"

Li Que crossed her arms, her athletic body taut. "Que Nu's master is the strongest in the world. If he says all female cultivators should be spanked, then all female cultivators should be spanked. Resistance is pointless."

Shen Mengyue nodded serenely. "Female cultivators being spanked is now a heavenly law. Please act accordingly."

Bai Zhenshuang stepped forward, her delicate face cold as frost. "Shuangnu used to be proud and arrogant too. I led the Heaven Sword Sect. I thought no one could touch me. But after being punished by the master and tamed into a slave, I understood the truth. A female cultivator's buttocks are meant to be severely punished. There is no shame in it. Only submission."

Hua Qianyu's gentle voice followed. "Do not be afraid of being spanked. Although it hurts, it is also part of cultivation. It purifies the spirit and teaches humility. I have learned more from the master's hand than from any meditation."

Su Qianyao laughed, her silver hair shimmering. She patted her own round bottom with a slap that echoed across the square. "Yaonu doesn't care about any of that. As long as I get spanked every day, I'm happy. The master's palm is the most wonderful thing in the world."

The female cultivators stared, stunned. These six were among the most powerful women in the cultivation world. And here they stood, naked and collared, praising their own spanking.

"Now," Shen Mengyue said, "we will demonstrate what true spanking means. Watch and learn."

The six slaves turned and knelt in unison on the dais, their buttocks raised high, presented to the crowd. Behind each woman, two wooden boards formed from Heavenly Dao energy materialized—smooth, thick, heavy. They floated left and right of each raised bottom.

Lin Qiaoxin glanced back with a wink. "Here we go!"

The boards swung.

*SLAP!* The first strike caught Lin Qiaoxin's right cheek, sending a sharp crack through the air. She gasped but held her position. The left board struck a heartbeat later, hitting her left cheek with equal force. Her pale skin reddened instantly.

Li Que grunted as the boards connected with her athletic buttocks. Her muscles tensed, but she did not flinch. The boards rose and fell in perfect rhythm—left, right, left, right—each strike precise and devastating.

Shen Mengyue closed her eyes, her body swaying slightly with each blow. The boards left red handprints on her fair skin, merging into a deepening flush. She bit her lower lip but made no sound.

Bai Zhenshuang's cold composure cracked as the boards struck her full, firm buttocks. Her breath hitched, but she forced herself to remain still. The pain was immense, but she had learned to accept it, even crave it.

Hua Qianyu whimpered softly, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. Yet her body did not move. She knew the pain was a gift from her master.

Su Qianyao moaned with each strike, her silver hair tossing. The boards spanked her plump bottom with relish, and her expression was one of ecstasy. "Yes... more... more..." she whispered.

The crowd watched in horrified silence. The boards spanked without mercy, five hundred strikes total for each woman. By the three hundredth strike, all six bottoms were bright red. By four hundred, they were purple and swollen. By five hundred, the flesh was dark, mottled with bruise, visibly tender and throbbing.

When the final strike fell, the six slaves collapsed forward, their bodies trembling, tears streaming down their faces. But not one of them cried out in protest. Their expressions, though pained, held only submission and devotion.

Shen Mengyue pushed herself up on shaky arms, her voice halting. "See? This... this is spanking. A female cultivator's buttocks... are born to be severely spanked."

Lin Qiaoxin managed a weak grin through her tears. "It hurts... but it's wonderful. You'll understand soon enough."

Li Que panted, her red hair plastered to her sweaty forehead. "There is no greater honor."

Bai Zhenshuang slowly rose to her knees, her voice cold but trembling. "Submit. There is no other way."

Hua Qianyu sobbed quietly. "Please... accept the Dao. It is for your own good."

Su Qianyao laughed weakly, patting her swollen bottom. "Yaonu can't wait for tomorrow's spanking."

The female cultivators in the square felt a wave of shock and fear wash over them. This was not a joke. This was reality. Xuanfa Celestial Venerable's Great Dao had been achieved. The Dao was the absolute, ultimate rule. There was no questioning it.

Shen Mengyue stood, wincing, and addressed the crowd. "From this day forward, all female cultivators in the cultivation world shall be punished. Whether sect disciples or rogue cultivators, from Nascent Soul powerhouses down to Qi Refining juniors—any female cultivator aged eighteen or older must undergo the spanking punishment every day. Every day, you must take off your clothes, kneel, raise your buttocks, and receive spanks. Each person receives one hundred strikes per day. If anyone resists or tries to escape punishment, they will be punished by the Dao's rules and receive double the punishment."

The words fell like hammer blows. The female cultivators looked at each other, faces pale. But they could sense the Dao pressing down on them, an undeniable force. To resist was to invite worse pain.

"Now," Shen Mengyue said, "the punishment time has arrived. All female cultivators present, disrobe and assume the position."

A moment of hesitation. Then, one by one, the women began to undress. Robes fell away. Undergarments dropped. Within minutes, thousands of naked female cultivators knelt on the cold stone, their buttocks raised to the sky.

Behind each woman, two Heavenly Dao wooden boards materialized.

The spanking began.

The square filled with the sound of slaps and cries. Some women screamed. Some wept. Some bit their lips and endured in silence. The boards rose and fell in relentless rhythm. Buttocks reddened, swelled, bruised. Tears flowed freely.

In a small sect on the eastern continent, a Nascent Soul elder named Liu Xiang was teaching her disciples when the Dao's compulsion struck. She hesitated for only a moment before stripping off her robes and kneeling in the middle of the lecture hall. Her disciples stared in shock as the boards appeared and began spanking her round bottom. She gasped and groaned, but she did not stop. When the hundred strikes were done, she rose, her buttocks bright red, and continued the lecture as if nothing had happened. "Spanking is now as natural as breathing," she told her disciples. "You will learn to accept it."

In the Vermillion Bird Sect, a Core Formation disciple named Zhu Hong was refining a pill when the time came. She set down her cauldron, disrobed, and knelt on the stone floor. The boards spanked her firm buttocks a hundred times. She cried out with each strike, but she did not try to run. Afterward, she stood, her eyes red but calm, and resumed her pill refining. "It is the Dao," she whispered.

In a remote forest, a rogue cultivator named Yan Xue tried to flee. She used a movement technique to teleport a hundred li away. But the Dao caught her. The boards appeared behind her and spanked her twice as hard—two hundred strikes. She screamed and begged, but the punishment was relentless. When it was done, she lay on the ground, sobbing, her buttocks black with bruise. She never tried to run again.

Across the cultivation world, the sounds of wails, screams, and the slapping of spanking became constant. Every day, at the appointed hour, female cultivators everywhere stopped what they were doing—cultivating, teaching, alchemy, fighting—and knelt to receive their punishment. They learned to accept it. They learned to endure. Spanking became as natural as breathing, even if their eyes were full of tears and their bodies were in agony.

Back in the Xuantian Realm, the six female slaves knelt together, their pale buttocks raised, waiting for their master's pleasure. Xuanfa stood before them, his black training clothes immaculate, his face cold and handsome.

"Master," Shen Mengyue said softly, "Yue Nu is ready for Master's spanking."

Lin Qiaoxin giggled. "Xin Nu's bottom has been waiting all day!"

Li Que said nothing, but her body tensed in anticipation.

Bai Zhenshuang's voice was low. "Shuangnu submits to Master."

Hua Qianyu whispered, "Qianyu is grateful for Master's discipline."

Su Qianyao wiggled her plump bottom. "Spank Yaonu, Master! Harder than the boards!"

Xuanfa raised his hand. He spanked each of his slaves i

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The morning sun cast long shadows across the stone path leading to the gates of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Two disciples on guard duty, young men in blue and white robes, were lazily leaning against the pillars when a figure emerged from the mist at the bottom of the mountain path. At first they thought it was a demon or a wandering cultivator, but as the figure drew closer, their eyes widened and their jaws slackened.

It was a woman. A completely naked woman.

She walked with an unhurried, graceful stride, her bare feet pressing softly against the cold stone. Her black hair cascaded down to her waist, swaying with each step, the lustrous strands catching the light like threads of silk. Her skin was fair as fine jade, smooth and flawless, the pale glow of her flesh standing out sharply against the gray stone and green foliage. Her figure was a study in contrasts: the ethereal purity of a celestial maiden blended with the mature, seductive curves of a woman who had known passion. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist slender, her hips rounded and shapely. She carried no shame on her face, no hint of embarrassment. Her expression was calm, almost serene, as if walking nude through the world was the most natural thing in the world.

Around her neck, a black slave collar gleamed dully, a stark symbol of her status. In her right hand, she held a sword—a slender blade with a purple glow, the Zixia sword, its scabbard intricately carved with cloud patterns.

The two guards stared, speechless. One of them, a junior disciple with a round face, felt heat rise to his cheeks. He had never seen a woman’s naked body before, let alone one so beautiful and so exposed. The other guard, older and more experienced, narrowed his eyes, recognizing the aura of a powerful cultivator. He sensed the immense spiritual pressure emanating from this naked woman—a pressure that rivaled that of their own sect master.

The woman stopped before the gates. She looked at the two guards, her gaze level and unruffled. “I am Shen Mengyue, the Moon Slave of the Zehuang Sect. I have come to deliver a message from my master, the Xuanfa Celestial Venerable. Inform your sect master, Bai Zhenshuang, that I am here.”

The younger guard stammered, “Y-yes, please wait.” He turned and fled into the sect, his heart pounding.

The older guard stood frozen, his eyes unable to tear away from Shen Mengyue’s form. She was utterly exposed—every curve, every contour of her body laid bare for him to see. But there was no lewdness in her manner. She simply stood there, waiting, a living embodiment of perfect obedience and absolute submission. A slave’s body ought to be displayed, and she displayed it without hesitation.

In moments, the news spread through the Heavenly Sword Sect like wildfire. Disciples gathered along the main path, their whispers rising into a murmuring tide. Men and women alike stared at the naked woman walking through their sect. Some blushed, some averted their eyes, some stared with morbid curiosity. A few of the female disciples felt a strange mixture of pity and revulsion. How could a cultivator of such obvious power debase herself so completely? Others, especially those who had heard tales of the Zehuang Sect, felt a chill of fear. The name Xuanfa was spoken in hushed tones throughout the cultivation world. His slaves—the Heart Slave, the Sparrow Slave, the Moon Slave—were legendary. Each was a former sect leader or genius in her own right, now reduced to this state of utter nakedness and servitude.

Shen Mengyue showed no reaction to the stares. She walked through the sect’s main courtyard, past the training grounds where disciples halted their sword practice to gape, past the main hall where elders gathered in shock. When she reached the center of the sect, she stopped, raised her voice, and broadcast it with spiritual power so that it echoed through every corner of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

“Bai Zhenshuang, Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect. I, Shen Mengyue, Moon Slave of the Zehuang Sect, summon you by the order of my master, the Xuanfa Celestial Venerable. Present yourself at once.”

Her voice carried authority, clear and commanding. No one dared to underestimate her. The disciples and elders knew that behind her nakedness lay the full weight of the Zehuang Sect. Behind her stood a man who had never been defeated, a man who punished insolence with merciless spankings that could last decades. The Moon Slave was her emissary, and though she was naked, she was also a cultivator at the Late Divine Transformation stage—a former sect leader of the Xianxia Sect, a master swordsman.

A few moments later, a figure descended from the main hall. Bai Zhenshuang stepped out, dressed in a white silk robe embroidered with frost patterns. Her long black hair fell straight down her back, complementing her delicate, cold features. She possessed an innate nobility, an aloofness that set her apart. Her brows were elegant, her eyes sharp as ice. Her figure was striking: delicate shoulders, a slender waist, full and firm breasts pushing gently against her robe, and rounded hips that curved smoothly beneath the silk. She held her sword, Ningshuang, at her side.

Bai Zhenshuang’s eyes fell upon Shen Mengyue. For a brief moment, surprise flickered across her face. She had heard of the Moon Slave, but seeing her in person—naked, without a shred of clothing, yet radiating calm confidence—was something else. But Bai Zhenshuang quickly regained her composure. She was a sword immortal, proud and confident in her own strength. She would not be shaken by another’s nudity.

“Shen Mengyue,” Bai Zhenshuang said, her voice cool. “You come on behalf of your master. State your purpose.”

Shen Mengyue inclined her head slightly. “My master, the Xuanfa Celestial Venerable, has decreed that you, Bai Zhenshuang, have spoken disrespectfully of the Zehuang Sect. For this offense, you are required to strip naked, kneel at the mountain entrance of the Zehuang Sect, and present your buttocks to receive a spanking. You will receive one hundred strokes of the Heavenly Dao Wooden Board upon your bare bottom each day for ten years. This is a light punishment for your insolence.”

A wave of outrage swept through the gathered disciples. Angry shouts erupted from the crowd.

“How dare you!”

“This is an insult to our sect!”

“Sect Master, we will not stand for this!”

Bai Zhenshuang raised a hand, silencing her disciples. Her expression remained calm, her eyes fixed on Shen Mengyue. She respected those who had earned her respect, and she did not respect the tyranny of Xuanfa. She had confidence in her own strength and in the strength of the Heavenly Sword Sect. She would not bow to such humiliation without a fight.

“I will not accept this punishment,” Bai Zhenshuang said, her voice steady. “If your master has a grievance, let him face me himself. But I will not kneel for a spanking at the whims of a tyrant.”

Shen Mengyue’s eyes softened, almost pityingly. “Bai Zhenshuang, this is only a light punishment. If you resist, the Master’s punishment will be merciless. I urge you to reconsider.”

Bai Zhenshuang drew her sword. The blade gleamed like frozen light. “Everything will be decided by strength. If you can defeat me, then I will accept whatever punishment your master decrees. If I defeat you, then you will leave and tell your master that the Heavenly Sword Sect is not so easily cowed.”

Shen Mengyue sighed softly. She did not want to fight, but she understood that Bai Zhenshuang’s pride would not allow her to submit without a contest. “Very well.”

She did not draw her sword. Instead, she held the Zixia sword in its scabbard and took a defensive stance. Bai Zhenshuang’s eyes narrowed, then she lunged.

The battle erupted with blinding speed. Bai Zhenshuang’s sword technique was exquisite—each strike precise, each movement fluidly powerful. Her Ningshuang sword left trails of frost in the air, freezing the moisture around them. But Shen Mengyue was no ordinary opponent. Decades of spanking under Xuanfa had forged her body and spirit into something nearly unbreakable. Her cultivation had deepened beyond what it had been in her days as a sect leader. She moved like water, evading, parrying, striking.

They exchanged over a hundred moves. Disciples watched in awe, the clash of their blades echoing through the courtyard. Bai Zhenshuang pressed hard, but Shen Mengyue matched her strike for strike. Finally, in a moment of perfect timing, Shen Mengyue turned the scabbard of Zixia and struck Bai Zhenshuang’s wrist, numbing her hand. The Ningshuang sword clattered to the ground. In the next instant, Shen Mengyue’s blade was at Bai Zhenshuang’s throat.

The disciples gasped. Bai Zhenshuang stared, a flicker of disbelief in her eyes. She had never thought there could be a sword cultivator stronger than herself. But here she was, disarmed and defeated.

Shen Mengyue withdrew her sword and stepped back. “You are strong, Bai Zhenshuang. But after thousands of spankings by my master, my strength has greatly increased. I have already informed the Master via talisman. He says that since you put up stubborn resistance, your punishment is increased by one degree. You are to be taken back to the Zehuang Sect for severe punishment. Will you continue to resist to the point of endangering the Heavenly Sword Sect, or will you kneel and accept punishment?”

Bai Zhenshuang stood in silence. The eyes of her disciples were upon her, filled with anger, despair, fear. She could order them to attack, to fight together. But she knew that would only bring ruin upon them all. The Zehuang Sect was too powerful. Xuanfa was too powerful. If she resisted further, he would come himself, and the Heavenly Sword Sect would be destroyed.

Her voice, when she spoke, was cool and calm, as if discussing the weather. “Since I, Bai Zhenshuang, am inferior to Shen Mengyue and defeated, I willingly accept any punishment. Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, do not seek revenge for me. This is my own affair.”

With that, she reached up and untied her white robe. The silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. She then removed her undergarments, slowly, deliberately, until she stood completely naked before her sect. Her body was beautiful—pale skin with a faint, healthy glow. Her breasts were full and firm, the nipples pale pink. Her waist was slender, her hips wide and rounded. Between her thighs, her labia were neatly shaped, the dark slit visible between the pale flesh. She knelt on the cold stone, her knees spread slightly, her posture one of submission.

Shen Mengyue stepped forward and placed an Immortal Binding Lock around Bai Zhenshuang’s neck. The black collar clicked shut, a symbol of her new status. Bai Zhenshuang’s breath hitched slightly, but she remained composed.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect watched in shock and fear as the naked Shen Mengyue led their naked sect master, crawling on hands and knees, across the courtyard and toward the main hall. The Immortal Binding Lock’s leash hung from Shen Mengyue’s hand, and Bai Zhenshuang followed like a dog, her bare knees scraping against the stone, her breasts swaying with each crawl.

They stopped at the front of the Heavenly Sword Sect’s main hall. A crowd of disciples and elders had gathered, some weeping, others glaring with impotent fury. Shen Mengyue turned to address them, her voice ringing out.

“Bai Zhenshuang, Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, is guilty of disrespecting the Zehuang Sect and stubbornly resisting punishment. By the order of the Xuanfa Celestial Venerable, she is to be publicly spanked four hundred strokes in the main hall of the Heavenly Sword Sect before being taken to the Zehuang Sect for severe punishment.”

Bai Zhenshuang remained kneeling, her head bowed. The disciples gasped. To be spanked before their very eyes—the humiliation was beyond measure.

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Li Que strode into the Hundred Flowers Valley with the casual confidence of someone walking into her own home. The morning sun painted her athletic form in golden light, every curve and contour of her naked body on full display. Her fiery red hair was pulled back in a high ponytail that swayed with each step, and the black slave collar around her neck gleamed dully against her sun-kissed skin. Her breasts were firm and high, her waist narrow, her hips rounded and muscular. She moved without the slightest trace of shame or hesitation.

The disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley stopped in their tracks. Jaws dropped. Eyes widened. Some gasped, others covered their mouths. A few of the younger disciples blushed furiously and looked away, unable to process the sight of a woman in the late Divine Transformation stage completely nude and utterly unashamed.

Li Que's gaze swept over them with cool disdain. She had long since transcended the petty concerns of modesty. She had been stripped and publicly spanked so many times that she had lost count. She had been led on all fours like a dog through the streets of countless cities. Her master, Xuanfa, had trained her to find honor in submission, pride in punishment. A slave displayed her body. A slave knelt. A slave accepted every stroke of the rod with gratitude. These Valley disciples with their shocked faces understood nothing of true devotion.

A commotion arose from the main hall, and the crowd of disciples parted. Hua Qianyu emerged, her cyan hair loosely tied at the back, a few strands falling by her ears. Her face was gentle as water, soft and delicate, with brows that radiated natural affability. Her plump and well-proportioned figure was clad in flowing robes of green and white, and she moved with the calm grace of a valley master who had seen much of the world. But when her eyes fell on Li Que, stark naked in the middle of her valley, she stopped short.

"Sparrow Slave," Hua Qianyu said, her voice controlled but tight. "You are a long way from the Zehuang Sect. What does the Celestial Venerable want?"

Li Que’s lips curled into a faint smile. She did not waste time on pleasantries. "Hua Qianyu. Your disciples once trespassed upon and occupied the Zehuang Sect's medicinal herb garden. The Celestial Venerable has decreed that all disciples involved in the occupation are to strip naked, kneel at the mountain entrance of the Zehuang Sect, and present their buttocks for spanking. One hundred strokes of the Heavenly Dao Wooden Board daily for ten years. That is the light punishment."

The murmurs among the disciples grew louder. Some paled, some trembled.

Li Que continued, her voice cold and unwavering. "You, as the one who failed to control your subordinates, will share the punishment equally."

Hua Qianyu’s expression stiffened. Her gentle eyes hardened. "That is absurd. My disciples made a mistake, yes, but I have already punished them internally. There is no need for such public humiliation."

"Answer to the Celestial Venerable, not to me," Li Que replied. She spread her stance, and flames began to lick at her fingertips. "Submit, or I will make you submit."

Hua Qianyu sighed. She had no desire to fight, but she could not allow her disciples to suffer such a fate. "Then I have no choice but to defeat you and appeal to the Celestial Venerable directly."

She drew her sword—a blade of pale green crystal that hummed with healing energy and spiritual wood essence. Li Que simply smiled and raised her hand. A pillar of crimson flame erupted around her, and the temperature in the valley soared.

The battle was fierce but one-sided. Li Que had been trained by Xuanfa himself, honed through decades of discipline and combat. Her flames were not wild—they were precise, hungry, and merciless. Hua Qianyu was a healer and alchemist, formidable in her own right, but her arts were not suited for direct confrontation with a battle-hardened warrior. She wove defensive barriers, summoned vines, attempted to neutralize the flames. But Li Que’s fire was too hot, too relentless. Within a quarter of an hour, the green crystal sword was knocked from Hua Qianyu’s hand, and she was pinned to the ground, her robes singed and smoking.

Li Que stood over her, breathing evenly. She drew a talisman from a pouch at her waist—a small square of black paper inscribed with silver runes. She activated it, and Xuanfa's icy voice resonated through the air.

"Hua Qianyu and the Hundred Flowers Valley group have resisted punishment. Their crime is increased. Hua Qianyu is to be taken back to the Zehuang Sect for severe punishment. All disciples under her command shall also receive a heavy spanking."

The words fell like a death sentence. Disciples began to cry. Some fell to their knees, tears streaming down their faces. The younger ones hugged each other, sobbing.

Hua Qianyu’s heart wrenched. She could not bear to see her disciples suffer this. She struggled to her knees, then pressed her forehead to the ground in a deep kowtow. "Celestial Venerable! Please! Punish me alone. Punish me double. I accept full blame for their actions. They only followed my orders. Let me bear it all."

There was a long silence. Then Xuanfa's voice returned, cold and final. "If only you are punished, then the punishment must be severe."

Hua Qianyu wept with relief and dread. She straightened, and with trembling hands, she removed her robes. The green and white silk pooled around her knees. She stripped off her inner garments until she was as naked as Li Que, her plump, well-proportioned body exposed to the eyes of every disciple in the valley. Her skin was pale, her breasts heavy, her hips wide, her bottom round and soft. She knelt, head touching the ground again, and repeated, "Only me. Punish only me."

Li Que produced the Immortal Binding Lock—a length of dark, gleaming chain that hummed with restrictive power. She placed it around Hua Qianyu’s neck. The chain tightened, linking her to Li Que’s grip.

The disciples watched in stunned horror as the naked Li Que led their naked valley master on hands and knees, crawling step by step across the courtyard toward the main hall. Hua Qianyu’s breasts brushed the ground. Her hair trailed in the dust. Her eyes were cast down, wet with tears, but she made no protest. She had accepted this to save her disciples.

Inside the main hall, the disciples gathered in a silent, fearful crowd. Li Que raised her voice, loud and clear, so all could hear. "Hua Qianyu, Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley. Your crimes: failure to supervise your subordinates, allowing them to occupy the Zehuang Sect's herb garden. And violent resistance to lawful punishment. You are hereby sentenced to publicly receive four hundred strokes of the Heavenly Dao Wooden Board here in your own hall, after which you will be taken to the Zehuang Sect for further severe punishment."

Hua Qianyu knelt, then slowly bent forward, placing her palms flat on the cool stone floor. She lowered her upper body until her chest pressed against the ground, and she raised her bottom high—presenting it for the punishment. Her round, pale buttocks were fully exposed, soft and vulnerable.

Li Que smiled. She reached out with her spiritual power, sending it sweeping through the valley’s herb garden. Moments later, a cluster of dark green plants with tiny barbed hairs floated into the hall. They were stinging nettles—a plant that caused unbearable itching and burning upon contact. Hua Qianyu, with her knowledge of herbs and alchemy, recognized them instantly. Her eyes widened in dread.

Li Que used her spiritual power to crush a large quantity of the nettles, squeezing out the viscous, pale green juice. Then she spread it evenly across Hua Qianyu’s exposed buttocks, coating every inch of skin from the top of the cleft down to the backs of her thighs.

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

It started as a prickling, a faint crawling sensation. But within seconds, it exploded into a raging, maddening inferno of itch. Hua Qianyu gasped, then whimpered. She tried to clench, to rub her thighs together, but that only spread the agony. The nettle juice seeped into every pore, every fold of skin, setting every nerve on fire with an unbearable need to scratch.

She began to writhe. Her fingers clawed at the floor, her back arched and twisted. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but the itch was beyond endurance. It was inside her, under her skin, racing through her blood.

"Please... please..." she gasped. Tears streamed down her face. Her dignity crumbled. In front of all her disciples, in front of this cold, mocking slave woman, she began to beg. "Please... it itches... I can't... I can't bear it..."

Li Que watched with cool interest. She let Hua Qianyu suffer for a full quarter of an hour, let her roll and twist and claw at the floor. Hua Qianyu sobbed openly, her composure shattered. The itching drove her to the edge of madness.

"Please!" Hua Qianyu cried out, her voice breaking. "Please spank me! Strike my bottom! It hurts... but the itch is worse! Please, make it stop!"

Li Que raised an eyebrow. Then she raised her hand. Two Heavenly Dao Wooden Boards materialized from thin air, dark and heavy, hovering on either side of Hua Qianyu’s raised bottom. They descended with precision and force.

The first stroke cracked across her left buttock, and the pain was a sharp, blessed relief—for a split second. Then the itching surged back, stronger than before. Hua Qianyu cried out.

"Harder!" she screamed, arching her back. "Please! Harder!"

The boards struck again, left and right, alternating in a relentless rhythm. Each blow flattened the rounded flesh, sent shockwaves of pain through her hips, but the pain was a fire against the itching inferno. She needed it. She craved it.

"Harder! Strike harder!" she wept, her voice hoarse. "Beat my bottom! Beat it until the itching stops!"

The Heavenly Dao Wooden Boards obeyed. They struck with increasing force, leaving angry red welts across her pale skin. The disciples watched in horrified silence, many weeping into their hands. Their gentle, kind valley master was reduced to this—spread on the floor, begging for her own punishment, her cries filling the hall.

Stroke after stroke fell. Twenty. Fifty. One hundred. Hua Qianyu’s buttocks turned from pale to pink to red to a deep, angry crimson. The skin broke in places, and thin lines of blood trickled down her thighs. The itching still raged, but the pain was slowly overpowering it. She sobbed in relief and agony.

Two hundred. Three hundred. The meat of her bottom was mangled, bruised, swollen. The boards continued their merciless work. Hua Qianyu’s mind grew hazy. She no longer felt shame, only the desperate need for the punishment to end, and yet the need for it to continue. She was broken open, stripped of every pretense, every layer of dignity.

At last, the four hundredth stroke fell. The boards vanished. Hua Qianyu collapsed to the floor, her bottom a ruined mess of welts, bruises, and blood. She lay there, trembling, gasping for air.

Li Que knelt beside her and picked up the end of the Immortal Binding Lock. "Now," she said, her voice soft and cold, "we return to the Zehuang Sect."

She tugged the chain. Hua Qianyu dragged herself to her hands and knees. Her body screamed in protest, but she crawled forward, following her captor out of the hall, through the crowd of weeping disciples, and out of the valley.

Behind them, the disciples stood in stunned silence, the echo of their valley master’s cries still ringing in their ears.