Punishment of the Xuanfa Celestial Lord: Part Two

The morning sun cast long shadows across the marble courtyard of the Chastity Phoenix Sect. Xuanfa stood at the center, his black training clothes immaculate, his cold handsome face as unreadable as carved jade. Before him, three women crawled on all fours, black leather leashes attached to their slave collars, the other ends wrapped loosely around his fist.

Lin Qiaoxin moved with a playful sway to her hips, her low twin tails bouncing with each crawl. Despite her nakedness, she held herself with an odd cheerfulness, as if the morning air on her bare skin was a small joy rather than a humiliation. Li Que followed behind her, her fiery red high ponytail streaming behind her athletic frame, her proud eyes now fixed on the ground before Xuanfa's feet. Shen Mengyue brought up the rear, her waist-length black hair brushing the polished stone, her mature beauty somehow enhanced by the vulnerability of her naked form and the black collar encircling her throat.

The three women had once been legends in the cultivation world. Lin Qiaoxin, the formation genius who could weave arrays that trapped even Nascent Soul cultivators. Li Que, the Vermilion Bird Sect's battle maiden who had never lost a duel at her realm. Shen Mengyue, the elegant sect leader of Xianxia Sect who had commanded thousands of disciples. Now they crawled like faithful hounds, and their faces showed not a trace of shame.

Xuanfa stopped walking and turned to face them. The three women immediately stopped, sitting back on their heels with their knees spread wide, their hands resting palms-up on their thighs. The posture of obedient female slaves awaiting their master's command.

"All three of you have broken through to the late Divinity Transformation stage, correct?" Xuanfa's voice carried no warmth, but also no coldness. It was simply flat, absolute.

Lin Qiaoxin’s eyes sparkled as she kowtowed, her forehead touching the ground. "Thanks to our master's severe spanking of our buttocks and the spiritual energy of the Xuantian Realm, we were able to break through to late Divinity Transformation in three hundred years."

Li Que and Shen Mengyue kowtowed in unison, repeating the same words. Their voices blended together, sincere and grateful. There was no irony in their tones. Three hundred years of daily discipline, of bare buttocks raised to receive the Heavenly Dao Board, had reshaped their very souls.

Xuanfa nodded slowly. "Now that you have broken through, I have a task for the three of you."

The women remained with their foreheads touching the ground, listening.

"The Sword Heaven Sect's Sect Leader, Bai Zhenshuang, has spoken many disrespectful words towards my Chastity Phoenix Sect." Xuanfa’s finger traced a lazy circle in the air. "The Hundred Flowers Valley's Valley Master, Hua Qianyu, had her disciples occupy the medicinal garden of my sect. The Demon Clan’s Saintess, Su Qianyao, used her charm technique to bewitch the minds of Chastity Phoenix Sect disciples."

He paused, letting the weight of the offenses settle.

"You three are to inform Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao that they must willingly strip off all their clothes, kneel at the entrance of the Chastity Phoenix Sect, stick out their buttocks and be beaten. One hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao Board on the buttocks daily for ten years will count as a light punishment."

A faint smile touched the corner of Xuanfa's lips. "If they resist, defeat them and use the Immortal Binding Lock to bring them back."

From his storage ring, three golden chains materialized. The Immortal Binding Locks gleamed with ancient runes, each link inscribed with suppression formations that could bind even Divinity Transformation cultivators. He held them out.

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue rose from their kowtow and accepted the chains with both hands, their movements synchronized and reverent.

"Your will is our command, Master," Shen Mengyue said softly, her voice carrying the gentle warmth she had once used to address her own sect elders. Now that warmth was reserved only for Xuanfa.

Lin Qiaoxin tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Master, now that we have broken through to late Divinity Transformation, Xin Nu has a request."

"Speak."

Lin Qiaoxin’s cheeks flushed slightly, but not from shame. "I request an increase in my daily spanking strokes to four hundred."

Li Que immediately added, "Que Nu makes the same request."

Shen Mengyue nodded. "Yue Nu as well."

Xuanfa’s eyebrow rose a fraction. "So you have come to love the feeling of being spanked, have you?"

The three women answered in unison, their voices firm without hesitation. "Yes, Master."

A low chuckle escaped Xuanfa’s throat. It was a rare sound, and it made the three women's hearts flutter. "Once this task is completed, I will increase your punishment."

Lin Qiaoxin’s face lit up with genuine delight. The three kowtowed again, their foreheads meeting the stone in gratitude.

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

He raised his hand and made a simple gesture. From within the Xuantian Realm, three figures materialized. They were young women who looked about eighteen years old, each bearing an eighty percent resemblance to the three kneeling slaves. Lin Yuxin had Lin Qiaoxin's youthful face and her mischievous eyes, though her maidservant hairstyle was slightly neater. Li Yunling possessed Li Que's athletic build and calm pride, her well-proportioned body radiating quiet confidence. Shen Xingmian was the spitting image of Shen Mengyue, ethereal and pure, with the same waist-length black hair and gentle features.

All three wore black slave collars. All three were completely naked.

Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian knelt obediently before Xuanfa, their postures mirroring their mothers'.

"Greetings, Master," they said in unison.

Xuanfa gestured to the three older women. "Your mothers' buttocks are itching. Take the Heavenly Dao Boards and spank their buttocks, two hundred strokes each. Afterwards, make them spread their legs and whip their perineal slits one hundred strokes each."

"Yes, Master." The three young women showed no hesitation, no awkwardness. This was simply another morning's work.

Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, and Shen Mengyue immediately turned around and knelt, presenting their buttocks. Shen Mengyue even reached back with both hands to spread her cheeks apart, exposing her most intimate areas to the morning air.

"Yuxin, remember to strike at an angle," Lin Qiaoxin said cheerfully over her shoulder. "Aim for the spot where the buttock meets the thigh. That's where it hurts the most."

Shen Mengyue nodded. "Xingmian, use more wrist. The cracking sound should be sharp, not dull. A dull strike means the board is landing flat. Sharp means the energy penetrates deeper."

Li Que simply said, "Don't hold back, Yunling. I want to feel this for the rest of the day."

Lin Yuxin hefted the Heavenly Dao Board. It was a flat piece of black wood, unadorned, but imbued with spiritual energy that made it heavier than it looked. She positioned herself behind her mother, swung the board back, and brought it down.

*CRACK.*

The sound echoed across the courtyard. Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks jiggled from the impact, a red mark blooming across her pale skin. She let out a soft gasp, but her voice was approving. "Good. Again."

*CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.*

Lin Yuxin fell into a rhythm, each stroke landing with precision. The Heavenly Dao Board rose and fell, rose and fell. Lin Qiaoxin's buttocks turned from white to pink to red. The marks layered on top of each other until the skin looked like a ripe peach.

Beside them, Li Yunling was whipping her mother's perineal slit. Li Que had spread her legs wide, her hand reaching down to pull her labia apart, exposing every fold. The whip was thin, flexible, tipped with nine tails that spread out on impact. Each stroke landed with a wet snap across the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

"Again," Li Que commanded, her voice steady. "Aim for the clitoris this time."

Li Yunling adjusted her aim and struck. Li Que's body shuddered, but she did not cry out. Her breathing deepened, and a trickle of wetness ran down her inner thigh.

Shen Xingmian worked methodically on Shen Mengyue's slit, alternating strokes between the clitoris, the vaginal opening, and the anus. Each impact made Shen Mengyue's body tense, but her face remained serene, almost meditative.

The count rose. Fifty. One hundred. One hundred fifty. Two hundred.

Lin Yuxin finished the two hundred board strokes and immediately picked up the whip. She knew the routine. She moved behind her mother, and Lin Qiaoxin obediently lowered her upper body until her chest touched the ground, her buttocks raised high, her legs spread wide.

The whip cracked against her perineum. Once. Twice. Three times.

When the one hundred strokes on the perineal slits were complete, the three older women's buttocks were a ruin of purple and black bruises. Swollen flesh wept small droplets of blood. Their perineal areas were raw, striped with red welts that crossed over their most sensitive nerves.

And yet, Lin Qiaoxin let out a contented sigh. Li Que's thighs were slick with arousal. Shen Mengyue's eyes were half-closed, her lips parted in quiet pleasure.

"Thank you, Master, for the punishment," they said in unison.

Xuanfa nodded and turned his gaze to the three younger women. "Your turn. The Mysterious Wood Board. One hundred strokes each."

Lin Yuxin, Li Yunling, and Shen Xingmian immediately knelt and presented their buttocks. They were Golden Core stage cultivators, not yet strong enough to endure the Heavenly Dao Board. The Mysterious Wood Board was lighter, but still carried enough force to leave deep bruises.

Xuanfa raised his hand. Six Mysterious Wood Boards materialized from thin air, three floating on each side. They positioned themselves to the left and right of each kneeling woman, alternating.

"Begin."

The left board swung. *THWACK.* The right board swung. *THWACK.* The alternating rhythm was mechanical, relentless.

Lin Yuxin gasped as the first blows landed. She had been spanked every day since she could remember, raised from childhood as Xuanfa's personal female slave. Yet each stroke still carried its own unique pain.

"Remember, Yuxin," Lin Qiaoxin called out from where she knelt, still catching her breath. "A female slave should accept all punishment and humiliation from the master and take pride in it. What do you feel right now?"

"Pain," Lin Yuxin admitted through gritted teeth. "But also... honor."

"That's right." Li Que’s voice was firm. "Yunling, what is the purpose of pain?"

Li Yunling's buttocks were already turning crimson under the alternating boards. "It reminds us of our place. It purifies our thoughts. It makes us worthy of serving Master."

*THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.*

Shen Mengyue spoke to her daughter in a gentler tone. "Xingmian, focus on your breathing. Let the pain flow through you like spiritual energy. Transform it into devotion."

"Yes, Mother." Shen Xingmian's voice was soft, but steady. She closed her eyes, and the blows continued to land, left and right, left and right.

The count reached fifty. Lin Yuxin's buttocks were swollen, the skin stretched taut over the bruising underneath. Li Yunling's athletic backside showed deep purple marks that would take days to fade. Shen Xingmian's pale skin had turned a dark red that was almost purple at the points of impact.

"Sixty," Xuanfa announced. The boards continued their merciless rhythm.

Lin Qiaoxin crawled over to her daughter, her own ruined buttocks dragging behind her. She reached out and stroked Lin Yuxin's hair. "You're doing well. I can see Master is pleased."

Lin Yuxin managed a weak smile. "I want to make you proud, Mother."

"You already do."

"Seventy."

Li Que approached Li Yunling. She did not offer comfort. Instead, she said, "Don't cry out. A female slave of the Chastity P

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The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the mountain pass of the Zefeng Sect. The air was still, heavy with the kind of silence that precedes a storm. Then the ground began to tremble.

Over sixty fully armed demon clan guards crested the distant ridge, moving in perfect formation. Their armor was black as obsidian, their weapons gleaming with barely suppressed killing intent. At their head strode a woman with sharp features and cold eyes—A Zi, a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator known for her unwavering loyalty to the Saintess. Behind her, the guards moved as one, sixty-three late Golden Core cultivators who had trained for decades in a combined attack technique that could overwhelm three or four Nascent Soul experts without breaking a sweat.

They came to a halt at the base of the mountain pass, and what they saw made their blood run cold.

Su Qianyao knelt on the bare stone, her silver hair cascading down her back, her hands bound behind her with gleaming black chains. Her pale skin was flawless, unmarked save for the black slave collar at her throat. And her buttocks—those perfect, full curves—were raised high in the air, presented like an offering. Behind her stood a masked enforcer, a heavy wooden paddle in hand.

*Crack.*

The paddle connected with Su Qianyao's right buttock, and she gasped, her body lurching forward before she caught herself, holding the position.

A Zi's face contorted with rage. She stepped forward, her voice amplified by spiritual power until it thundered across the mountain pass like a war drum. "Zefeng Sect! Release the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan at once! You dare to lay hands on Su Qianyao? You will face the full wrath of the demon race!"

The enforcer paused, paddle raised, and looked toward the mountain pass.

Two figures emerged from the shadows of the sect's outer gate, walking slowly, deliberately, their footsteps echoing on the stone path. They were naked. Completely, utterly naked, their bodies exposed to the afternoon light without a shred of clothing, without a hint of shame.

The guards stared, their battle-hardened minds struggling to comprehend what they were seeing.

The woman on the left was tall and proud, her black hair flowing past her waist like a river of ink. Her features were delicate but stern, carrying an innate nobility that no amount of nudity could diminish. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist slender, her hips flared with the proportions of a warrior goddess. Her legs were long and powerful, her skin pale as snow. And her buttocks—those round, plump mounds—were crisscrossed with fading red marks, evidence of recent discipline. This was Bai Zhenshuang, once the Sword Immortal of the Heavenly Sword Sect, now wearing nothing but a black slave collar and the title of Shuang Nu.

Beside her walked Hua Qianyu, her green hair loosely tied, soft strands hanging by her ears. Her face was gentle as spring water, her features so kind and approachable that she seemed more like a healer from a village clinic than a cultivator of the Divine Transformation stage. But her body told a different story—plump and well-proportioned, full breasts that swayed with each step, hips that curved generously, a figure that spoke of fertility and warmth rather than combat. The fading marks on her buttocks were lighter than Bai Zhenshuang's, but they were there nonetheless, a reminder of her new station. She too wore the black slave collar. She too called herself Yu Nu.

The two women stopped at the edge of the sect's outer gate, their nudity on full display before the assembled demon guards.

A Zi's eyes widened, then narrowed with cold fury. "Bai Zhenshuang. Hua Qianyu. I see now that the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Hundred Flowers Valley have allied themselves with this... this degenerate sect. You have both fallen far from your former glory, parading your bodies like common whores."

Bai Zhenshuang's expression remained cool, aloof, as if she were standing in her own sect's grand hall, fully robed and surrounded by disciples. But her voice, when she spoke, carried a strange undertone—not shame, not defiance, but a calm certainty that bordered on devotion.

"You are wrong, A Zi," she said, her voice crisp and clear. "I am no longer the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect. By the grace of Xuanfa Tianzun, I have been accepted as a female slave, named Shuang Nu. I receive the spanking punishment daily, as is my duty and my honor."

The guards exchanged glances of disbelief. The Sword Immortal. The woman who had once dueled five Nascent Soul cultivators to a standstill. Calling herself a slave. Praising her own punishment.

Hua Qianyu spoke next, her voice gentle, carrying a warmth that seemed almost out of place. "I too am no longer the Valley Master of the Hundred Flowers Valley. By the grace of Xuanfa Tianzun, I have been granted the position of female slave, named Yu Nu. I must receive the spanking punishment daily, and I do so with gratitude. Furthermore, your Saintess Su Qianyao is staying here voluntarily."

A Zi's face contorted. "Voluntarily? You expect me to believe that the Holy Maiden of the Demon Clan—"

*Crack.*

The paddle struck again, and Su Qianyao let out a moan that echoed across the mountain pass. But it was not a moan of pain. It was low, throaty, almost... pleasurable.

A Zi's jaw clenched. "Enough! Guards, attack! Rescue the Holy Maiden!"

The sixty-three guards surged forward like a wave of black iron, their formation snapping into place, weapons drawn. The air crackled with killing intent.

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu did not retreat. They did not summon robes or armor. They stood, naked and unarmed, and faced the charge.

Bai Zhenshuang's hand moved, and a sword formed from pure frost appeared in her grip—the legendary Ningshuang, condensed from thin air. She stepped forward, her naked body twisting into a sword stance, and the first wave of guards met her blade.

Ice exploded. Three guards were thrown back, their armor shattered, their weapons frozen solid.

Hua Qianyu raised her hand, and green energy bloomed around her. Vines erupted from the stone, wrapping around the legs of four guards, tripping them, binding them. She moved with a fluid grace that belied her gentle appearance, her plump body weaving between attacks with surprising agility.

The battle raged.

And through it all, the sound of the paddle striking Su Qianyao's buttocks continued, a steady rhythm that underscored the clash of steel and the roar of spiritual energy.

*Crack.*

"Ah... yes..."

*Crack.*

"More... please..."

*Crack.*

The guards could not believe their ears. Their Holy Maiden, the seductress who had brought countless cultivators to their knees, was moaning in pleasure as her buttocks were beaten to a pulp.

Bai Zhenshuang's sword danced, frost spreading across the battlefield. She was a whirlwind of pale skin and flowing black hair, her nudity somehow making her more terrifying rather than less. She did not fight like a woman defending her modesty. She fought like a disciplined warrior who had nothing to hide.

Hua Qianyu's vines and healing energy wove together, creating a web of green light that ensnared and confused the enemy. She did not engage in direct combat, but her control of the battlefield was absolute.

A Zi, the guard leader, activated her combined attack technique, and the remaining guards fell into formation, their spiritual energy merging into a single, devastating force. A beam of black light shot toward the two naked women.

Bai Zhenshuang raised her sword, Hua Qianyu raised her hand, and they met the attack together. The explosion sent shockwaves across the mountain pass, cracking the stone, shaking the very foundations of the sect.

When the dust cleared, the two women stood unharmed, their bodies unmarked, their faces calm.

Behind them, the paddle continued to fall.

*Crack.*

Su Qianyao's body shuddered. Her buttocks were now deep purple, swollen, the skin stretched taut. And still, the paddle fell.

*Crack.*

She screamed—not in pain, but in release. Her body arched, her back bowing, her bound hands clenching. A shudder ran through her from head to toe, and she collapsed forward, panting, her legs trembling.

One of the guards, a young woman with wide eyes, cried out, "How is this possible? The Saintess... she's having an orgasm from being beaten!"

The formation wavered. The guards' morale, already shaken by the sight of their Holy Maiden moaning on the ground, shattered completely. They were fighting two Divine Transformation cultivators while their leader was... enjoying herself.

A Zi gritted her teeth, but she could see the battle was lost. Her guards were scattered, their combined attack broken, their spirits crushed.

"Retreat!" she shouted, her voice raw with fury. "Retreat!"

The demon guards pulled back, gathering their wounded, retreating down the mountain pass.

Su Qianyao, her buttocks a mass of purple and black, lay on the ground, panting heavily. She raised her head with difficulty, her silver hair plastered to her face with sweat, her red eyes glazed with pleasure.

"Sisters of the guard," she called out, her voice intermittent, broken by gasps, "Yao Nu is truly here voluntarily. Yao Nu has always... wanted someone to beat her buttocks... to pieces."

The guards stared at her for a long moment. Then they turned and fled.

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Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu stood before Xuanfa in his private meditation hall, their bodies still bare, their heads bowed in respect. The afternoon light filtered through the latticed windows, casting golden bars across their skin.

Xuanfa sat on a simple wooden platform, his black training clothes immaculate, his face unreadable. He studied the two women for a long moment, then nodded.

"You have done well," he said, his voice flat, devoid of emotion. "The demon clan guards have been driven off. The Saintess remains."

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu bowed lower. "Thank you, Master," they said in unison.

Xuanfa's fingers tapped the armrest of his platform. "Now, I have your first task as my female slaves. Two minor sects have allowed their disciples to clash with the Zefeng Sect, showing lax discipline. The first is the Palace Master of the Blue Fall Palace, Yun Qing'er. The second is the Valley Master of the Nine Nether Valley, You Lan. Neither sect has Nascent Soul cultivators. They are insignificant."

He paused, his cold eyes sweeping over the two women. "Their punishment shall be light, as a warning. Command Yun Qing'er and You Lan, along with the disciples who clashed with the Zefeng Sect, to voluntarily strip off all their clothes, kneel at the mountain pass of the Zefeng Sect, raise their buttocks, and be spanked. One hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao Board daily, for three years. If they resist, severe punishment will be imposed."

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu bowed again. "We shall carry out your will, Master."

---

The Blue Fall Palace sat nestled in a valley of eternal autumn, its buildings constructed from wood that had been enchanted to never rot, its courtyards filled with falling leaves that never touched the ground. The disciples went about their daily duties, unaware of the storm approaching their gates.

Then the gatekeeper screamed.

Bai Zhenshuang walked through the outer gate of the Blue Fall Palace, her naked body exposed to every disciple who looked. Her black hair flowed behind her, her pale skin gleaming, her sword Ningshuang held loosely at her side. But she did not walk like a woman ashamed. She walked with her head high, her shoulders back, her steps measured and confident. Her full breasts swayed with each step, her hips rolled with fluid grace, and the fading red marks on her buttocks seemed almost like war paint.

Inside, her heart sang with obedience. She was Shuang Nu. She was her master's slave. And she was proud to display herself for him.

The disciples of the Blue Fall Palace stared in shock. Some covered their mouths

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Inside Xuan Tian Realm, the ethereal space shimmered with ambient spiritual energy. Six naked women knelt in a row before Xuan Fa, their black slave collars gleaming dully against their skin. Lin Qiaoxin, Li Que, Shen Mengyue, Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao kept their heads bowed, hands resting on their thighs, waiting in absolute stillness.

Lin Qiaoxin spoke first, her voice carrying its usual playful lilt despite the gravity of her report. "Xin Nu has completed the inspection of the eastern territories. The disciples of Zehuang Sect have made remarkable progress in formation mastery. The defensive arrays around the sect can now withstand a full-scale assault from three Divine Transformation experts simultaneously."

Li Que nodded curtly. "Que Nu has overseen the combat training. The disciples' close-quarters techniques have improved by forty percent. Their reaction times are now comparable to mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators."

Shen Mengyue added softly, "Yue Nu has instructed the disciples in swordsmanship. The new sword formation, Azure Moonfall, has been mastered by the inner disciples. Their Qi circulation is seamless."

Bai Zhenshuang spoke next, her cool voice like frost. "Shuang Nu has observed the cultivation world's movements. The most notable development is the reputation of the six female slaves beneath Xuanfa Tianzun—Xin Nu, Que Nu, Yue Nu, Shuang Nu herself, Yu Nu, and Yao Nu. These six, naked and bearing their slave collars, have been traveling throughout the realm, seeking out female cultivators who have offended the master and spanking them severely. The cultivation world speaks of us with fear and reverence."

Hua Qianyu nodded gently. "Yu Nu has been tending to the alchemy curriculum. The disciples' pill refinement success rate has increased by thirty percent. Our stock of healing elixirs is now sufficient for a century of sect operations."

Su Qianyao then spoke, her voice a seductive purr that seemed to caress the air itself. "Yao Nu also took the time to seduce a talented female cultivator named Nangong Xue. Her older sister is Nangong Wan, the sect leader of the Crimson Flower Spirit Domain, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Yao Nu has woven threads of temptation around Sister Xue, and she has begun to yield. But lately, she has been resisting fiercely. Her pride is a delightful obstacle."

Li Que's lips curled into a disdainful smirk. "Hand her over to Que Nu. I'll beat her buttocks dozens of times and see if she still dares to talk tough. A few sharp slaps will loosen that stubborn tongue."

Xuan Fa stood before them, his black training clothes stark against the shimmering realm. His expression remained cold, unreadable, as he regarded each woman in turn. "You six have performed well. From now on, when you meet me, you don't need to kneel; just give a salute."

The six women looked up, surprise flickering in their eyes, followed by deep gratitude. Such a privilege was unprecedented among Xuan Fa's slaves.

Xuan Fa raised his hand, and six black leather belts materialized in his grasp. Each belt was made of scales so dark they seemed to drink the light, imbued with a faint, writhing energy. "This is a magical artifact refined from the hide of the demon beast Ink Flood Dragon, named Shadow Chasing Belt," he announced. "When infused with spiritual power, it will automatically chase and spank, no matter what action or posture, you can't escape. Although not as painful as the Heavenly Dao Board, it should suffice as additional punishment."

Su Qianyao accepted the belt with gleeful reverence, her red eyes glittering. "The master has truly given a precious treasure. Yao Nu's fat buttocks can't be satisfied with just four hundred strokes daily. Yao Nu will use this belt to beat her greedy buttocks hard. The sting will keep her craving more."

Lin Qiaoxin bounced slightly on her knees, her youthful face bright with excitement. "So we can be spanked anytime? Great! Xin Nu has been missing the feel of discipline between training sessions."

Li Que took her belt and tested its weight. "Que Nu will use maximum spiritual power to drive the belt and beat her own buttocks to a pulp. If they're not black and blue within the hour, she has failed."

Shen Mengyue pressed the belt against her chest, her voice soft but sincere. "Thank you, master, for the generous gift. Yue Nu will use it properly to punish her own buttocks. Every stroke will remind her of her place."

Hua Qianyu bowed her head, gripping the belt with gentle fingers. "Yu Nu will use the artifact well to ensure her buttocks feel pain. A disciplined body serves the master best."

Bai Zhenshuang raised the belt, her cool features hardening with resolve. "In gratitude for the gift, I will repay it by punishing my buttocks. I will definitely beat them to a pulp. Shuang Nu's flesh will bear witness to her devotion."

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At Zehuang Sect, the morning sun cast golden light across the training grounds. Disciples moved through their routines, their naked bodies gleaming with exertion, completely unashamed of their exposed forms. The sect's creed demanded absolute openness, and they embraced it fully.

Shen Mengyue stood before a group of sword disciples, her body nude save for the black slave collar encircling her neck. Her waist-length black hair swayed as she demonstrated a precise thrust. "Focus your Qi through the blade's edge. Let the sword become an extension of your spirit, not a tool you wield."

Behind her, the Shadow Chasing Belt hung in the air, coiled like a serpent. As she extended her arm, the belt snapped forward, cracking across her bare buttocks with a sharp slap that echoed across the training grounds.

*SMAACK!*

Shen Mengyue didn't flinch. Her stance remained perfect, her voice steady as she continued, "The Azure Moonfall formation requires synchronization. Each disciple must move as one entity, breathing as a single lung."

*CRACK!*

The belt struck again, landing precisely on the same spot. Her skin reddened, a faint welt rising, but she adjusted her grip on the training sword and turned to face another angle. "Twist your wrist here. The blade should sing through the air, not fight it."

Beside her, Bai Zhenshuang taught another group of disciples, her long black hair flowing as she performed a flawless parry. The Shadow Chasing Belt hovered behind her, and as she pivoted, it lashed out, striking her full buttocks with brutal precision.

*WHAP!*

Bai Zhenshuang's expression didn't change. Her voice remained cool, instructive. "In battle, hesitation is death. Your blade must know its path before your mind decides. Trust your muscle memory."

*CRACK!*

The belt struck again, this time catching her left cheek. The impact sent a wave of motion through her flesh, but she didn't pause. She corrected a disciple's grip, her fingers brushing against the young woman's wrist. "Tighter here. Loose grip loses the blade."

Across the training field, Li Que led a combat sparring session. Her fiery red hair was pulled into a high ponytail, her athletic body gleaming with sweat as she traded blows with three disciples simultaneously. The Shadow Chasing Belt whipped behind her, striking her buttocks with rhythmic precision.

*SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!*

Each time the belt connected, Li Que's body absorbed the impact, but she never broke her rhythm. She ducked under a punch, swept a disciple's legs, and delivered a precise palm strike to another's chest. "Faster! Your footwork is sluggish. I should be able to spank you with my eyes closed while beating you in a fight!"

*CRACK!*

The belt struck again, harder this time. A faint bruise bloomed on her reddened skin, but her fire-attributed Qi flared, and she continued her demonstration, her voice sharp with authority.

Lin Qiaoxin sat cross-legged in a formation chamber, surrounded by floating arrays of light and geometric patterns. Her youthful face was focused as she manipulated complex symbols, teaching a class of disciples how to layer defensive wards. The Shadow Chasing Belt curled in the air behind her, and as she gestured to adjust a rune's alignment, it struck her buttocks with a sharp *THWACK!*

"Pay attention to the resonance frequency," Lin Qiaoxin said, her voice bright and cheerful despite the blow. "If the tones don't harmonize, the formation will collapse like a bad punchline."

*CRACK!*

The belt struck again, and she giggled slightly, adjusting her position. "See? Even when Xin Nu is getting spanked, she can still teach. That's mastery of multitasking."

The disciples exchanged glances, but they had long grown accustomed to their elders bearing punishment while performing their duties. They returned their focus to the formations.

Hua Qianyu worked in the alchemy pavilion, surrounded by bubbling cauldrons and racks of spirit herbs. Her green hair was loosely tied, strands framing her gentle face as she measured ingredients with precise hands. The Shadow Chasing Belt drifted behind her, and as she reached for a vial of Phoenix Tears, it lashed out.

*SMACK!*

The strike caught her plump buttocks, but her hand remained steady, pouring the liquid into a mortar. "Add the Phoenix Tears slowly," she instructed the disciples watching her. "Too fast, and the mixture will become volatile. The essence must be coaxed, not forced."

*CRACK!*

The belt struck again, and her breath hitched briefly, but she continued grinding the ingredients, her voice never wavering. "After the base is complete, add the Frost Lotus petals one by one. Count to ten between each addition."

Su Qianyao lay on a silk cushion in the divine sense training hall, her silver hair spread around her, her voluptuous body relaxed as she guided a disciple through sensory expansion. The Shadow Chasing Belt hung above her, and the moment she closed her eyes to concentrate, it descended.

*WHAP!*

The belt struck her full buttocks with a wet, heavy sound. Su Qianyao's red eyes flew open, a gasp escaping her lips, but she quickly regained composure. "Extend your consciousness outward," she purred, her voice thick with pleasure. "Feel the threads of Qi in the air. Let them dance along your awareness."

*CRACK!*

Another blow landed, and she arched her back, a soft moan mixing with her instruction. "If you can feel my punishment—the sting of the belt—you're too focused on sensation. Reach beyond your skin."

The disciples concentrated, some faltering as the sounds of discipline filled the hall. But the six elders continued, each stroke of the Shadow Chasing Belt becoming an accepted rhythm in their teaching cadence. Behind them, the black leather belts didn't relent, chasing their buttocks with mechanical devotion, striking again and again until their skin bloomed crimson and purple, but their voices never broke, their movements never faltered. Waves of flesh rippled with every impact, slapping sounds echoing through the sect, but the six women acted as if the punishment didn't exist, their dedication to their duties absolute.

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Inside Xuan Tian Realm, Xuan Fa watched the scenes unfold through a crystal projection, his expression unreadable. When the recording ended, he turned to Bai Zhenshuang, Hua Qianyu, and Su Qianyao, a hint of amusement flickering in his cold eyes.

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

Bai Zhenshuang and Hua Qianyu were stunned for a moment. Bai Zhenshuang shook her head slowly. "No. Shuang Nu is grateful. Thanks to Shen Mengyue capturing me, I was spanked severely by the master and became his female slave. My pride was shattered, but in its place, purpose was forged."

Hua Qianyu placed a hand over her heart. "Yu Nu echoes Shuang Nu's sentiment. Thanks to Li Que's capture, Yu Nu was submitted to the master's discipline. My buttocks still remember the Heavenly Dao Board's kindness."

Su Qianyao licked her li

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The Wuling City Inquisition Conference sprawled across a vast plateau ringed by towering stone pillars carved with ancient runes. Thousands of cultivators filled the arena, seated in tiered galleries or standing in clusters, their auras clashing and mingling in a cacophony of power. At the center, six women walked calmly through the crowd, their bare feet padding softly on the stone. They wore nothing but black slave collars around their necks, and the gaze of every cultivator in the arena locked onto them.

Lin Qiaoxin led the group, her black hair tied in low twin tails that bounced with each step. Her youthful face held a mischievous grin, and her slim, well-proportioned figure moved with an easy grace that belied her nudity. She seemed utterly unbothered, her small breasts swaying as she turned to survey the crowd. Beside her, Li Que strode with the confidence of a warrior, her fiery red hair pulled into a high ponytail that swept behind her. Her athletic build was taut with muscle, every line of her body speaking of power and pride. She met the stares of male cultivators with a cold, disdainful sneer.

Shen Mengyue walked behind them, her waist-length black hair cascading over her shoulders and partially veiling her body. Her figure was both ethereally pure and seductively enchanting — fair skin glowing in the sunlight, full breasts, a slender waist that curved into generous hips. She held her head high, her expression serene and calm, as if she attended a garden party rather than a public competition. Beside her, Bai Zhenshuang moved like a sword unsheathed. Her delicate, stern features bore an innate nobility, her long black hair flowing behind her. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist slender, her buttocks round and plump. She looked straight ahead, her gaze cold and detached.

Hua Qianyu followed, her long green hair loosely tied at the back, a few strands hanging by her ears. Her face was gentle as water, soft and delicate, with a natural approachability. Her figure was plump but well-proportioned, her curves soft and inviting. She smiled faintly at the shocked faces around her, her demeanor warm. Last came Su Qianyao, her long silver hair shimmering, her bright red eyes scanning the crowd with a seductive allure. Her figure was curvy, with full breasts and hips and a slender, soft waist. Every movement she made seemed designed to draw the eye, her lips curved in a knowing smirk.

The surrounding cultivators reacted with a mixture of shock, shame, confusion, and anger. Men stared openly, some with lustful gazes, others with disapproval. Female cultivators blushed or turned away, their fists clenched. A burly cultivator in golden robes stepped forward, his face red with indignation. "The Inquisition Conference is a cultivation convention!" he barked. "What kind of decorum is it to be naked?"

Lin Qiaoxin stopped and turned to face him, her grin widening. "Then what do you want Xin Nu to do? Crawl on the ground?" She tilted her head, mockingly thoughtful. "I don't mind, but it's not good for participating in the conference." She gestured at the arena. "I'd hate to get my knees dirty."

Shen Mengyue spoke calmly, her voice carrying over the murmuring crowd. "We are all female slaves of Xuanfa Tianzun. A female slave must remain naked at all times. There is no decorum for a slave but obedience."

Another cultivator, a lean man in blue robes, sneered. "I didn't know a naked female slave could participate in the conference. Perhaps the rules have changed without my knowledge."

Li Que's eyes flashed with fire. She turned to face him, her arms crossed over her chest. "I remember the criteria for participating is being a cultivator above Golden Core," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "It doesn't say female slaves can't participate. Or are you afraid that a naked woman might beat you?"

Bai Zhenshuang added coldly, her voice like frost, "Could it be that you don't have the confidence to defeat a naked female slave? If so, feel free to withdraw now. No one will miss you."

A female cultivator in white robes rose from her seat, her face twisted with indignation. "You female slaves are a disgrace to all female cultivators! You willingly debase yourselves, turning the noble path of cultivation into a brothel farce!"

Hua Qianyu turned to her, her expression gentle and untroubled. "We female slaves have no dignity," she said softly. "Everything is for our master. Bearing the master's punishment and humiliation is a female slave's duty. It is not for us to question, only to obey."

Su Qianyao smiled seductively, her red eyes glinting. She stepped closer to the indignant female cultivator, her voice a silken purr. "Sister, how about you also try spanking? Yao Nu's buttocks get beaten to ecstasy every day by the boards. It's a pleasure you cannot imagine." She reached out as if to touch the woman, who recoiled with a gasp of horror.

The female cultivator turned and stormed away, muttering curses. The six female slaves exchanged glances, their expressions ranging from amusement to indifference, and continued toward the registration tables.

The conference began with a blare of spirit horns and the crackling of formation arrays. The six female slaves each affixed a thin, black belt around their waists — the Shadow Chasing Belts. They activated them with a pulse of spiritual power, and instantly the belts writhed, extending long, flexible straps that coiled like bloodthirsty beasts. The straps shot upward and then down, slapping hard against the women's exposed buttocks with a sharp crack that echoed across the arena.

The belts did not stop. They tracked the women's movements with uncanny precision, striking repeatedly — slap, slap, slap — each impact sending a shudder through flesh. The sound was rhythmic, relentless, a percussive beat that accompanied every step, every gesture. The women's buttocks reddened under the onslaught, but none of them flinched. They did not so much as wince. Their faces remained composed, their postures upright, as if the belts were no more than an annoying breeze.

Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang stepped onto the sword competition platform. Two cultivators faced them, both at Divine Transformation Middle Stage, their swords drawn and auras blazing. The belt straps lashed Shen Mengyue's buttocks as she drew her sword, Zixia, the blade humming with purple light. A slap landed on her right cheek, making it jiggle. She did not react. Bai Zhenshuang unsheathed Ningshuang, and the cold of her blade misted the air. A belt strap caught her left buttock, leaving a red mark. She narrowed her eyes, focusing on her opponent.

The match began. Shen Mengyue moved like water, her sword strokes fluid and precise. Each time she lunged or parried, the belt whipped her buttocks, the slaps punctuating her movements. A particularly hard strike made her rear bounce, but her sword did not waver. She disarmed her opponent with a twist of her wrist, then swept his legs out from under him. Bai Zhenshuang fought with cold efficiency. Her sword techniques were sharp, each cut aimed at vital points. The belt strapped her buttocks relentlessly — left, right, center — but she moved through the punishment as if through falling rain. She sidestepped a thrust, then drove her pommel into her opponent's temple. In moments, both cultivators lay defeated, groaning on the ground.

Shen Mengyue and Bai Zhenshuang sheathed their swords. The belts continued to spank them as they bowed to the judges, their buttocks now a deep pink. The crowd stared in disbelief.

Li Que and Hua Qianyu moved to the alchemy competition. A massive cauldron sat at the center of a ring, and three teams of alchemists were already heating their ingredients. Li Que raised her hand, and a plume of crimson flame erupted from her palm, controlled and intense. She directed it into the cauldron, where Hua Qianyu had already placed a precise combination of spirit herbs. The belt straps slapped Li Que's buttocks as she channeled her fire, her muscles tense, her focus absolute. A strike landed on her left cheek, then her right, each impact sending a tremor through her athletic form. She did not falter. Hua Qianyu's hands moved with practiced grace, adding ingredients at precise intervals. The belt struck her plump buttocks, making them quiver, but her expression remained serene. She stirred the concoction, her fingers steady.

Opposing alchemists struggled to maintain their flames and mixtures, distracted by the spectacle of the two women being spanked while working. One alchemist's potion boiled over, releasing a cloud of acrid smoke. Another misjudged an ingredient and his cauldron cracked. Li Que's flames grew hotter, Hua Qianyu's mixture stabilized, and within the allotted time, a crystalline pill formed at the bottom of their cauldron. It was flawless, radiating a soft golden light. The judges examined it, then announced their victory. Li Que and Hua Qianyu smiled, their buttocks now bright red from the continuous spanking.

Lin Qiaoxin stepped into the formation competition. A grid of rune-covered stones lay before her, and she was tasked with solving three increasingly complex arrays. The belt strap snaked around her slim waist, slapping her buttocks as she knelt to examine the first formation. Crack! She traced a rune, her fingers precise. Slap! She adjusted a spirit stone, her mind racing through calculations. The belt hit her again and again, the sound sharp and wet against her reddened skin. She did not slow down. Her fingers moved with the speed of thought, dismantling the first array in seconds, the second in a minute. For the third, she paused, studying the intricate pattern. A belt strap struck her full on the right buttock, making her gasp softly — not from pain, but from the sudden flash of insight it triggered. She laughed and rearranged three runes. The array dissolved. She had won.

Su Qianyao took her place in the divine sense competition. She sat cross-legged on a stone platform, her silver hair pooling around her. The belt immediately began spanking her, the straps curling around to strike her full buttocks with sharp, rhythmic slaps. She closed her red eyes, focusing her divine sense. Across from her, three cultivators also sat, their brows furrowed as they attempted to probe her mind. Su Qianyao's divine sense was a silken trap. She let them in, then ensnared them with illusions of pleasure and pain. She showed one cultivator visions of himself being spanked, his pride shattered. She showed another a beautiful woman who morphed into a demon. The third she simply overwhelmed with a wave of ecstatic sensation that left him drooling. The belt slapped her buttocks throughout — slap, slap, slap — each strike making her shudder with a mix of sensation. She maintained her concentration effortlessly. Within minutes, all three opponents were unconscious or gibbering, and she was declared the winner.

The six female slaves regrouped at the center of the arena, their buttocks glowing red under the sunlight, the Shadow Chasing Belts still spanking them without pause. They stood tall, their faces calm, as if the constant punishment were nothing. The crowd watched in stunned silence.

Then a cultivator shouted from the stands, "If Xuanfa Tianzun's female slaves are this powerful, what of him? How strong must he be!?"

Murmurs spread through the crowd, some awed, some fearful. The reputation of the Zefeng Sect soared in that moment, cementing itself as one of the most formidable sects in the cultivation world. The six female slaves bowed to the judges, then walked out of the arena, the sound of the belts striking their buttocks fading into the distance.

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Days later, in a grand hall deep within the Crimson Flower Spirit Domain, a large assembly of female cultivators gathered. Hundreds of women filled the chamber, their faces a mix of anger, fear, and determination. At the head of the hall stood

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The sky over the Zefeng Sect darkened as the enormous formation of female cultivators descended from the clouds. One hundred thousand of them, their auras intertwining like a vast net of spiritual power, their robes fluttering in the wind as they filled the heavens and covered the earth. At the forefront stood two figures whose presence alone caused the very air to tremble—Nangong Wan and Zhiyun, both late-stage Deity Transformation powerhouses, their gazes fixed upon the mountain gate below with unyielding determination.

"Zefeng Sect!" Nangong Wan's voice echoed across the peaks, amplified by her spiritual power. "Your tyranny ends today. We have come to overthrow this den of wickedness and free all those you have enslaved!"

Zhiyun raised her hand, and the hundred thousand cultivators behind her let loose a thunderous roar of agreement. The sound shook the mountains, sending birds scattering from the forests below.

For a long moment, silence answered them.

Then the gates of Zefeng Sect slowly swung open, and six figures emerged.

They walked with unhurried steps, their bare feet pressing against the stone path, their naked bodies unashamed under the gaze of a hundred thousand pairs of eyes. Each of them wore only a black slave collar around her neck, the mark of ownership gleaming faintly in the afternoon light.

Lin Qiaoxin came first, her black hair tied in low twin tails that bounced with each step, her youthful face split by a carefree grin. Her slim figure was taut with hidden power, every line of her body speaking of countless hours of discipline. She looked at the massive army before her and laughed softly, as if amused by a child's tantrum.

Behind her walked Li Que, her fiery red hair swept into a high ponytail, her athletic build radiating confidence. Her muscles moved beneath her skin like coiled serpents, and her eyes burned with the fire of someone who had never met an equal. The brand of her collar seemed almost like a decoration, a token of submission she wore with paradoxical pride.

Shen Mengyue followed, her waist-length black hair cascading down her back, her features carrying both the purity of a maiden and the allure of a mature woman. Her body was a study in contrasts—ethereal yet seductive, demure yet dangerous. The collar around her neck did nothing to diminish her dignity; rather, it seemed to enhance it, as if she had chosen this path with full awareness.

Bai Zhenshuang walked beside her, her delicate features sharp as ice, her long black hair flowing behind her like a river of ink. Her full breasts and firm buttocks drew glances despite the gravity of the situation, but her gaze was cold and detached, as if she stood above the crowd of onlookers in spirit if not in station.

Hua Qianyu came next, her gentle face soft as water, her long green hair loosely tied, a few strands hanging beside her ears. Her figure was plump but perfectly proportioned, exuding a warmth that seemed incongruous with the severity of the moment. She looked upon the army with mild eyes, as if seeing not enemies but patients in need of healing.

Su Qianyao brought up the rear, her long silver hair gleaming like moonlight, her bright red eyes dancing with mischief. Every curve of her body was designed to tempt, every sway of her hips a deliberate provocation. The collar at her throat seemed almost a joke, as if she had chosen captivity as the ultimate seduction.

The six women stood before the mountain gate, their nakedness a stark contrast to the robed army before them. The cultivators fell silent, their righteous anger momentarily displaced by confusion and something else—something that bordered on unease.

Zhiyun stepped forward, her face twisted with disdain. "Shen Mengyue," she called out, "you were a sect leader. Bai Zhenshuang, you led the Heavenly Sword Sect. Hua Qianyu, you governed the Hundred Flowers Valley. Yet here you stand, naked and collared, the playthings of a tyrant. Have you no shame? Have you forgotten what it means to be a cultivator?"

Hua Qianyu smiled gently, her voice soft as a spring breeze. "Being Master's slave is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me. I have found peace I never knew existed."

Shen Mengyue spoke calmly, her tone carrying the weight of experience. "Under Master's spanking punishment, I have improved greatly. My cultivation is purer, my mind clearer, my heart more settled than it ever was when I led the Xianxia Sect."

Bai Zhenshuang's voice was cold as hoarfrost. "I once showed disrespect to Master. He punished me with a spanking, and after he took me in, I came to understand my error. A female cultivator who does not know her place is like a sword without a hilt—dangerous only to herself."

Nangong Wan's face darkened. "Enough of this nonsense. Hand over my sister, Nangong Xue. Release her from your master's clutches."

Su Qianyao giggled, the sound light and musical. "It took Yao slave so much effort to lure Sister Xue here—how could I just hand her over? She's learning so much, you see. About discipline. About pleasure. About her place in the world."

Lin Qiaoxin grinned widely. "Why don't you wait a bit longer, Sister Wan? Maybe Nangong Xue will come to like being spanked. Many do, you know. They just don't know it yet."

Li Que snorted, her voice dripping with contempt. "Nangong Xue was pretty stubborn when she first arrived. I remember that first day—she cursed and struggled, swore she would never submit. But after I spanked her bottom raw a few times, now she cries and begs for mercy at the sight of a paddle. It's almost endearing, how quickly she learned."

Zhiyun's hand went to her sword. "You are all mad. Depraved. We will cleanse this place of your filth."

Lin Qiaoxin laughed again, the sound bright and carefree. "Silly girls. Don't you understand? A female cultivator's bottom is made for one thing only—to be spanked, and spanked hard. Painfully. That's what we exist for. We slaves obediently receive Master's spanking punishment every day, and it has made us better. Stronger. Happier."

Li Que cracked her knuckles. "And now a bunch of female cultivators dare to spout nonsense in front of Zefeng Sect. Dare to defy its dignity." Her eyes began to glow with crimson fire. "This matter will not end easily. Master will personally descend, and he will spank your bottoms countless times until they are raw and bleeding. You will learn."

Shen Mengyue's hand extended, and the air around her shimmered. "You should have stayed home."

Then they moved.

The six female slaves launched themselves at the hundred-thousand-strong army, and chaos erupted.

Nangong Wan and Zhiyun had prepared for battle. They had brought formations, strategies, overwhelming numbers. But they had not prepared for this.

Lin Qiaokin's formations unfolded like lotus blossoms, each petal a trap, each stamen a blade of spiritual energy that cut through defenses. She wove through the army like a dancer, her hands leaving trails of light that bound cultivators where they stood.

Li Que became a whirlwind of flame, her fists striking with the force of volcanic eruptions. Every punch sent cultivators flying, every kick shattered shields. She moved with the grace of a predator, her fire consuming spells before they could be cast.

Shen Mengyue's sword Zixia sang through the air, its purple light painting arcs of destruction across the battlefield. She was precision itself, her strikes finding gaps in defenses that others could not see, her movements fluid and unstoppable.

Bai Zhenshuang's Ningshuang sword left trails of ice in its wake. Wherever she passed, cultivators found their movements slowed, their ligaments frozen, their spiritual power sluggish in their meridians. She cut through them like a winter wind through autumn leaves.

Hua Qianyu did not fight directly, but her influence was felt everywhere. Her healing arts flowed through her companions, mending wounds as they appeared, replenishing their stamina, enhancing their speed. Flowers bloomed beneath her feet, each petal carrying restorative power that strengthened her allies and weakened her enemies.

Su Qianyao moved like smoke through the battlefield, her seduction techniques disorienting her opponents, causing them to hesitate at crucial moments, to see illusions where reality stood, to lower their defenses at precisely the wrong time. Her laughter echoed through the chaos, driving her enemies to distraction.

Fifty exchanges.

That was all it took.

The six women moved through the army like a hot knife through butter, their coordination flawless, their power beyond anything the alliance had anticipated. The hundred thousand cultivators fell like wheat before a scythe, their formations shattered, their morale crumbling.

And then the six slaves raised their hands together.

A massive spell took shape above the battlefield, runes of light spinning in complex patterns. The sky itself seemed to bend to their will. With a single word spoken in perfect unison, a wave of energy swept across the hundred thousand cultivators.

Clothing tore.

Robe after robe shredded into ribbons, then vanished into motes of fading light. The hundred thousand female cultivators found themselves suddenly naked, their bodies exposed to the open air, their dignity stripped away along with their garments.

They gasped and cried out, many covering themselves with their hands, others trying to flee, still others frozen in shock. The six slaves stood among them, equally naked but utterly unashamed, their collars gleaming as badges of honor.

And then Xuanfa appeared.

He did not descend from the sky or emerge from the mountain gate. He was simply there, standing at the head of the battlefield, his black training clothes immaculate, his cold and handsome face carrying no expression at all. His presence pressed down upon the hundred thousand naked cultivators like a mountain, and every one of them found they could not move.

"You are ignorant," Xuanfa said, his voice soft but carrying clearly to every ear. "A pack of female cultivators, daring to unite and attack my sect. Daring to defy me." He paused, letting the silence stretch. "I will make you all taste punishment until your bottoms are beaten to pulp."

His gaze fell upon Nangong Wan and Zhiyun, and with a flick of his fingers, spiritual power surged forward, forcing them to their knees. Their bodies bent forward despite their struggles, their bottoms raised high in the air, presented to the world and to their conqueror.

Behind each of them, two massive planks of wood materialized—the Heavenly Dao planks, their surfaces smooth and dark, humming with power.

"Five hundred strokes," Xuanfa said. "For your leadership. For your rebellion. For your arrogance."

The planks swung.

The first strike caught Nangong Wan across her bottom with a crack that echoed across the mountains. Her body jerked forward, a cry of shock escaping her lips. Zhiyun's first blow landed a heartbeat later, the sound of impact merging with Nangong Wan's.

Again and again the planks fell, each strike measured and precise, each one harder than the last. Nangong Wan gritted her teeth, refusing to give her captor the satisfaction of hearing her scream. Zhiyun did the same, her hands clenched into fists against the ground.

At fifty strokes, their bottoms were pink, then red.

At one hundred, the red deepened to crimson, small welts forming across the surface.

"I will not break," Nangong Wan snarled through clenched teeth. "I am Nangong Wan of the—"

The plank cut off her words with a particularly vicious strike that landed directly on the crease where her bottom met her thighs. Her breath caught, a whimper escaping before she could stop it.

Zhiyun's composure cracked at two hundred strokes. A sob tore from her throat, followed by a string of curses that turned into pleas as the planks continued their relentless rhythm.

At three hundred, both women were weeping openly. Their bottoms had tran

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Ten years had passed since Xuanfa first conceived of his Great Dao, and now it was complete.

The heavens trembled. The earth shook. A profound shift rippled through the fabric of reality itself, invisible to mortal eyes but unmistakable to any cultivator who bothered to sense the flow of the Dao. A new principle had been woven into the fundamental laws of heaven and earth.

Xuanfa stood at the peak of the Zefeng Sect's highest tower, his black training clothes billowing in the wind, his cold handsome face as expressionless as ever. Behind him, six naked women knelt in perfect alignment, their black slave collars gleaming dully in the fading light.

"Congratulations, Master," Shen Mengyue spoke first, her voice soft but clear. "Your Dao is now complete. You are the strongest in the world."

"Xin Nu congratulates Master," Lin Qiaoxin added with a wide grin, her twin tails swaying as she bowed her head.

"Que Nu congratulates Master," Li Que said proudly, her fiery red hair cascading down her athletic back.

"Shuang Nu congratulates Master," Bai Zhenshuang intoned, her cool voice carrying a hint of genuine reverence.

"Yu Nu congratulates Master," Hua Qianyu said gently, her green hair flowing like silk.

"Yao Nu congratulates Master," Su Qianyao purred, her silver hair catching the light, her red eyes gleaming with barely contained delight.

Xuanfa turned slowly, his gaze sweeping over his six slaves. "The Spanking Dao is established," he said, his voice flat and without emotion. "From this day forward, the punishment of female cultivators' bottoms is a law of heaven. Go. Announce it to the world."

The six women rose in unison, their naked bodies unashamed, their movements synchronized from decades of discipline. They wrapped themselves in robes only for the sake of travel decency, then departed for Wuling City.

The square of Wuling City was the largest gathering place in the central region of the cultivation world. It could hold tens of thousands of cultivators, and today it was filled to capacity. Word had spread quickly—something momentous had happened, something that would change everything.

The six female slaves of Xuanfa stood on the raised platform at the center of the square, their robes discarded, their bodies bare for all to see. The black collars around their necks marked them clearly as property, as slaves. Yet their postures held no shame, no hesitation.

Lin Qiaoxin stepped forward first, her grin wide and slightly manic. "Greetings, fellow cultivators! I'm sure you've all felt it—the shift in the Dao. Let me be the first to formally announce it: our Master, the Xuanfa Celestial Lord, has established the Spanking Dao. From now on, the punishment and discipline of female cultivators, especially the heavy spanking of their bottoms, is a fundamental law of heaven and earth."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Many female cultivators' faces paled. Others showed confusion, disbelief, or indignation.

"If anyone doesn't believe it," Lin Qiaoxin continued, "try sensing the Dao yourself. Go ahead. Reach out with your spiritual sense and feel the new principle that now governs our world."

A moment of silence fell over the square as thousands of cultivators—male and female alike—extended their senses to probe the newly established Dao. What they found made many of them gasp. It was there, undeniable, woven into the very fabric of reality. The Spanking Dao was real. It was absolute. And it applied to every female cultivator without exception.

Lin Qiaoxin's grin widened. "Now every sister's bottom has to be spanked raw every day. You wouldn't want to go against the Dao's rules, would you?"

Li Que stepped forward, her athletic body tense with pride. "Que Nu's Master is the strongest in the world. If he says all female cultivators should be spanked, then all female cultivators should be spanked. I used to think I was invincible at the same realm. I was wrong. Master showed me the truth, and now I serve him with all my heart. You would all do well to follow his Dao."

Shen Mengyue stepped forward next, her bearing calm and regal despite her nakedness. "Now female cultivators being spanked is one of the laws of heaven. Please take care of yourselves. The Dao does not permit resistance. The Dao does not forgive defiance. Submit, and the punishment will be bearable. Resist, and it will be doubled."

Bai Zhenshuang's voice was cold as she took her turn. "Shuang Nu used to be proud too. I was the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect. I thought myself untouchable. But after being punished by Master and tamed as a slave, I realized that a female cultivator's bottom should be severely punished. It is our nature. It is our purpose."

Hua Qianyu's gentle voice followed, soothing despite the harshness of her words. "Don't be afraid of spanking, everyone. Though it hurts, it is also part of cultivation. I have learned more about humility, about discipline, about the proper order of things through Master's spankings than I ever learned through meditation or alchemy."

Su Qianyao giggled, her red eyes dancing with mischief. "Yao Nu doesn't care about all this anyway. As long as I can be spanked every day, that's fine." She turned and patted her own pale bottom, the sound sharp and clear in the shocked silence of the square.

Lin Qiaoxin clapped her hands together. "Now then. We're going to demonstrate true spanking for all of you. Watch closely. This is what submission looks like."

The six female slaves arranged themselves in a line on the platform, facing the crowd. In perfect unison, they knelt. In perfect unison, they bent forward, pressing their foreheads to the stone, raising their bottoms high in the air. Six pale posteriors, each slightly different in shape and size, all presented for the world to see.

Behind each woman, a plank of solid black wood materialized out of thin air. Then another. Two Heavenly Dao planks for each slave, floating on either side of their raised bottoms.

The first strike landed simultaneously for all six women.

*CRACK.*

The sound was deafening, echoing across the square. Six bodies jolted forward. Six sharp gasps escaped six pairs of lips. Red marks bloomed across six pale bottoms.

*CRACK.*

The second strike came without pause. Then the third. The fourth. The fifth.

The planks moved with mechanical precision, alternating from left and right, striking the same spot repeatedly. The red marks deepened to purple. The purple swelled into lumps. The skin stretched and shone from the strain.

Lin Qiaokin's grin had vanished, replaced by a grimace of pain. But her eyes still held their mischievous glint. She bit her lower lip and took the punishment without crying out.

Li Que's athletic body trembled with each strike, her muscles tensing and releasing. Sweat beaded on her fiery red hair. She refused to make a sound, her pride barely holding.

Shen Mengyue's breathing became ragged. Her body swayed with the impact of each blow. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, but she did not let them fall.

Bai Zhenshuang's cool composure cracked with each strike. Her hands clenched into fists on the stone. Her teeth ground together. She had never imagined she would be here, naked and beaten before the entire cultivation world, but she did not regret it. Master's Dao was absolute.

Hua Qianyu's gentle nature showed in her suffering. She whimpered softly with each strike, her body accepting the pain with a kind of sad grace. Her green hair had fallen forward, covering her face, but her tears dripped onto the stone below.

Su Qianyao, surprisingly, seemed to be enjoying herself. Her hips rocked slightly with each strike, and a soft moan escaped her lips with every blow. Her silver hair clung to her sweat-slicked back.

*CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.*

Fifty strikes. One hundred. Two hundred.

The bottoms of the six female slaves had transformed from pale to red to purple to a deep, angry black-blue. The skin was swollen and tight, crisscrossed with welts and bruises. Each new strike landed on already abused flesh, sending fresh waves of agony through their bodies.

Three hundred. Four hundred.

Lin Qiaokin was crying openly now, tears streaming down her face, but she did not move from her position. She did not try to cover her bottom. She did not beg for mercy. She took every strike as it came.

Li Que's body had gone limp, held up only by her arms. Each strike made her whole frame shudder. Her pride had been replaced by raw endurance.

Shen Mengyue's tears had fallen freely for the last hundred strikes. Her breath came in ragged sobs. But her bottom remained raised, presented, accepting.

Bai Zhenshuang had fallen silent. No sounds escaped her, but her body shook violently with each blow, and her fingers had left scratch marks on the stone platform.

Hua Qianyu's sobs were audible now, soft and pitiful. "Master... Master... thank you... thank you for this punishment..."

Su Qianyao's hips still swayed, her moans growing louder. "Yes... yes... more... spank Yao Nu more..."

Five hundred.

The final strike fell. The Heavenly Dao planks vanished as suddenly as they had appeared.

The six female slaves collapsed onto the platform, their bodies trembling, their bottoms a mass of purple and black swollen flesh. Tears stained all their faces. But as they lay there, gasping for breath, their expressions held no resentment, no anger.

Only obedience.

Lin Qiaokin pushed herself up on trembling arms. Her voice came out broken and hoarse. "See? This... this is spanking. A female cultivator's bottom... was born to be severely spanked."

Li Que managed to raise her head, her red hair plastered to her face with sweat. "Que Nu... accepts this truth."

Shen Mengyue slowly, painfully, knelt upright. Her bottom screamed in protest, but she ignored it. "Yue Nu... accepts this truth."

Bai Zhenshuang followed suit, her movements stiff and agonizing. "Shuang Nu... accepts this truth."

Hua Qianyu wiped her tears and knelt. "Yu Nu... accepts this truth."

Su Qianyao giggled weakly, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of pleasure and pain. "Yao Nu... loves this truth."

The female cultivators of Wuling City stared in horror and disbelief. They had seen Divine Transformation powerhouses brought to their knees, beaten until they could barely move, and still those same powerhouses spoke of acceptance, of truth, of the natural order.

But the Dao was the Dao. None could deny what they had sensed. None could resist what heaven itself had decreed.

From that day forward, the cultivation world changed forever.

Every morning, as the sun rose, a tremor would pass through the spiritual energy of the world—the signal that punishment time had begun. And every female cultivator aged eighteen or above, regardless of realm or status, had to respond.

In the grand halls of ancient sects, female elders would strip off their robes, kneel on their meditation mats, and raise their bottoms to receive their hundred strikes. Heavenly Dao planks would materialize behind them, and the sound of spanking would echo through halls that had once known only the chanting of scriptures.

In the middle of a heated battle between two rival sects, a female cultivator would suddenly freeze, her sword dropping from her hand. She would strip where she stood, kneel in the mud, and present her bottom to the sky. Her opponent would watch, sword raised, as her enemy was beaten by invisible planks. And when the hundred strikes were finished, the battle would resume as if nothing had happened.

In the alchemy chambers of the Hundred Flowers Valley, a female pill refiner would be in the middle of a critical concoction when the punishment time came. She would set down her tools, strip off her robes, and kneel right there on the stone floor, her bottom raised among the bubbling cauldrons. Her apprentices would look away, pretending not to see, but the sharp cracks of the planks and her stifled sobs filled the chamber.

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The morning sun cast long shadows across the marble steps of the Sword Heaven Sect as a figure approached the main gate. The disciples on duty blinked, rubbed their eyes, then stared in disbelief.

Shen Mengyue walked with the natural grace of a willow in the wind, her bare feet making no sound on the cold stone. She was completely naked. Her waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a silken curtain, framing a face that held both the ethereal purity of a celestial maiden and the seductive charm of a demoness. Her skin was fair as jade, flawless and luminous in the morning light. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist slender, her hips curved with mature womanly appeal. In her right hand, she held a sword—Zixia, her legendary blade—but she wore not a single thread of clothing.

Round her neck gleamed a black slave collar, stark against her pale throat.

The disciples of the Sword Heaven Sect gaped. Some blushed and turned away. Others stared openly, unable to reconcile the image before them with their memories of the esteemed former sect leader of the Immortal Mist Sect. Shen Mengyue had once been a figure of immense prestige, a sword cultivator whose name commanded respect across the cultivation world. Now she walked naked through their sect's gate as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

And indeed, to her, it was.

Since becoming the Moon Slave of the Venerable Xuanfa, she had never worn clothes again. A female slave should display her nudity. A female slave should be seen in her natural state, owned and marked, her body a testament to her master's dominion. She felt no shame. She felt only the quiet pride of belonging to the most powerful man in the world.

The disciples parted before her like water before a blade. None dared to block her path. The Heart Slave, the Bird Slave, and the Moon Slave under the Venerable Xuanfa's crotch were infamous. Their cultivation levels were profound, their loyalty absolute, and their willingness to execute their master's will was legendary. This one was Shen Mengyue, the Moon Slave, and she was not to be trifled with.

She stopped at the center of the main courtyard and raised her voice. Spiritual power carried her words through the entire sect, clear and commanding.

"Bai Zhenshuang, Sect Leader of the Sword Heaven Sect, appear before me. The Venerable Xuanfa has sent his Moon Slave to deliver his decree."

The compound fell silent. Disciples exchanged nervous glances. Then, from the main hall, a figure emerged.

Bai Zhenshuang walked with measured steps, her bearing as cold and aloof as the snow on a distant peak. Her features were delicate and stern, with an innate nobility etched into her brows. She wore robes of white and blue, her long black hair cascading down her back. Her figure was striking—full breasts, a slender waist, and a round, plump backside that even her flowing robes could not fully conceal. In her hand, she held Ningshuang, her Condensed Frost sword, its blade gleaming with a pale blue light.

She stopped ten paces from Shen Mengyue and regarded the naked woman with calm, appraising eyes. A flicker of surprise crossed her face—not at Shen Mengyue's nudity, but at the recognition of who she was. Shen Mengyue, the former sect leader of the Immortal Mist Sect, the master of the Zixia sword art, now standing before her naked and collared.

But Bai Zhenshuang's composure returned in an instant. She raised an eyebrow.

"What business does the Venerable Xuanfa have with me?"

Shen Mengyue smiled, a gentle, serene expression that did not reach her eyes.

"Bai Zhenshuang, you have spoken disrespectfully of the Chastity Phoenix Sect. The Venerable Xuanfa has taken note of your words. He decrees that you are to strip off all your clothes, kneel at the entrance of the Chastity Phoenix Sect, stick out your buttocks, and be beaten. One hundred strokes of the Heavenly Dao Board on the buttocks daily for ten years. This is considered a light punishment."

The disciples of the Sword Heaven Sect erupted in fury. How dare this naked woman speak to their sect leader in such a degrading manner? How dare the Venerable Xuanfa issue such an insulting decree? Swords were drawn. Angry voices filled the air.

Bai Zhenshuang raised a hand, and silence fell.

She looked at Shen Mengyue with cool, measured eyes. "I only respect those I choose to respect. Your master is not among them. And I have confidence in my own strength to protect this sect. If he wishes to punish me, let him come himself."

Shen Mengyue's smile did not waver. She spoke gently, almost kindly. "Bai Zhenshuang, I advise you to reconsider. This is only a light punishment. If you resist, the Venerable Xuanfa's punishment will be ruthless. You do not wish to know what he is capable of."

"Everything will be decided by strength," Bai Zhenshuang replied. She drew Ningshuang, and the air around her grew cold. Frost spread across the ground.

Shen Mengyue sighed, a soft, regretful sound. "Very well."

She drew Zixia.

The battle that followed was a storm of steel and spiritual power. Swords clashed, the ringing of metal echoing across the courtyard like a thousand bells. Bai Zhenshuang's Ningshuang technique was flawless, each strike precise and devastating, ice trailing in its wake. She was confident in her ability, and with good reason—she was one of the most powerful sword cultivators in the world.

But Shen Mengyue matched her strike for strike, and more.

A hundred exchanges later, Bai Zhenshuang's sword flew from her hand. She stood frozen, Shen Mengyue's Zixia at her throat.

Bai Zhenshuang's eyes widened. She had never imagined that there could be a sword cultivator stronger than herself in the world. The disciples of the Sword Heaven Sect watched in shocked silence, their confidence shattered.

Shen Mengyue lowered her sword. Her voice was calm, almost matter-of-fact.

"After thousands of spanking punishments from my master, my strength has greatly increased. The pain and discipline have forged me anew. I have already informed my master of your resistance via transmission talisman. He says that your stubborn resistance adds to your crime. You are to be taken back to the Chastity Phoenix Sect for severe punishment." She paused, meeting Bai Zhenshuang's eyes. "Will you continue to resist to the end and implicate the Sword Heaven Sect? Or will you kneel and accept punishment?"

Bai Zhenshuang stood still for a long moment. Her disciples called out to her, urging her to fight, to flee, to do anything but submit. But Bai Zhenshuang's voice, when she spoke, was cold and calm.

"Since I, Bai Zhenshuang, have been defeated by your hands in terms of skill, I am willing to accept any punishment. Disciples of the Sword Heaven Sect, do not seek revenge for me. This is my affair alone."

She reached up and undid the clasp of her robes. The white and blue fabric fell away, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of them, standing naked in the morning light.

Bai Zhenshuang's body was a study in contrasts. Her features were delicate and stern, but her figure was lush and full. Her breasts were full and firm, her waist slender, her hips wide. Her buttocks were round and plump, jutting out proudly even as she stood. Her skin was pale, flawless, unmarked by any blemish. She looked every inch the proud sword immortal she was, even in her nudity.

She knelt. Her hands rested on her thighs. Her head was held high.

Bai Zhenshuang's voice was cold and calm: "Since I, Bai Zhenshuang, have been defeated by your hands in terms of skill, I am willing to accept any punishment. Disciples of the Sword Heaven Sect, do not seek revenge for me. This is my affair alone."

Shen Mengyue stepped forward. In her hand, she held an Immortal Binding Lock—a black collar, cold and gleaming. She fastened it around Bai Zhenshuang's neck. The lock clicked shut, and Bai Zhenshuang's spiritual power was sealed away, leaving her as weak and vulnerable as an ordinary mortal.

The disciples watched in shock and fear as the naked Shen Mengyue led their naked Sect Leader Bai, crawling step by step, to the front of the main hall. The sight was surreal—two beautiful women, both naked, one leading the other like a tamed beast. The Sword Heaven Sect had never known such humiliation.

Shen Mengyue stopped before the main hall and turned to face the assembled disciples. Her voice carried across the courtyard, loud and clear.

"Bai Zhenshuang's crimes are as follows: first, she spoke disrespectfully of the Chastity Phoenix Sect. Second, she stubbornly resisted punishment. Now, she is to receive a public spanking of four hundred strokes on the main hall of the Sword Heaven Sect. Afterward, she will be taken to the Chastity Phoenix Sect for severe punishment."

Bai Zhenshuang knelt at the foot of the steps, her expression calm and accepting. She did not beg. She did not plead. She simply waited.

Shen Mengyue looked at her. "To maximize your humiliation, the Venerable Xuanfa has decreed that I will not use the Heavenly Dao Board. Instead, I will use your own sword scabbard to spank your buttocks."

Bai Zhenshuang's eyes flickered, but she said nothing. She bent over, pressing her hands to the cold stone steps, and stuck her buttocks up high. Her round, plump backside was presented fully to the watching crowd, her most private parts exposed to the gaze of her disciples and juniors. She closed her eyes and prepared herself.

Shen Mengyue picked up the scabbard of Ningshuang. It was made of jade-white material, cool and smooth, with blue runes etched along its length. She infused it with her spiritual power, and the scabbard floated before her, turning in the air.

Then it struck.

The first blow landed with a sharp crack that echoed across the courtyard. Bai Zhenshuang's body jolted, but she made no sound. A red mark appeared on her pale buttock.

The second blow fell, then the third, then the fourth. Shen Mengyue controlled the scabbard with precision, each strike landing on a different spot, ensuring that every inch of Bai Zhenshuang's buttocks was covered. The scabbard was harder than wood, harder than leather, and it bit deep with every blow.

The disciples watched in horrified silence. Some covered their eyes. Others wept. But none dared to intervene.

Forty strokes. Eighty. One hundred. Bai Zhenshuang's buttocks were turning from red to purple, from purple to black. Bruises bloomed across her skin like dark flowers. She bit her lip, drawing blood, but still she made no sound.

Two hundred strokes. The skin began to split. Cracks appeared in the dark flesh, and blood welled up, dripping down her thighs. Bai Zhenshuang's body trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but she held her position. She would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.

Three hundred strokes. Her buttocks were a mess of blood and torn flesh. The scabbard struck with a wet, meaty sound now, each blow splattering blood across the steps. Bai Zhenshuang's vision swam, her mind clouded with pain, but she clung to consciousness with iron will.

Four hundred strokes. The scabbard stopped.

Bai Zhenshuang's buttocks were beaten to pulp. There was no skin left, only a raw, bloody mass of torn muscle and tissue. Blood pooled beneath her, running down the steps in thin rivulets. Her body shook with silent sobs, but she still made no sound.

Shen Mengyue looked down at her calmly. "That concludes the spanking. Now, for the perineal slit whipping."

Bai Zhenshuang's eyes widened, but she had no time to react. Shen Mengyue used her spiritual power to spread Bai Zhenshuang's legs apart, exposing her most intimate parts to the air. Her cunt lips were pink and moist, her anus a tight little pucker, both now fully visible to the staring crowd.

Shen Mengyue summoned a whip. It was a thin, black leather whip, flexible and sharp, its tip splitting into two fine strands. It floated in the air, coiling like a living snake.

"One hundred lash

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Li Que strode through the gates of Hundred Flowers Valley, her bare feet pressing firmly against the stone path. She held her head high, her athletic frame moving with the confidence of a predator. Her fiery red hair was tied in a high ponytail that swayed with each step, and her skin glowed with the warmth of someone who had cultivated fire for centuries. The black slave collar around her neck gleamed dully in the sunlight, a stark contrast to her proud bearing.

The disciples of Hundred Flowers Valley froze mid-step. Some dropped the baskets of herbs they were carrying. Others covered their mouths with their hands. A young man with a hoe turned bright red and stared at the ground. A female disciple gasped and quickly looked away, her cheeks burning. All of them had heard tales of the female slaves of the Zefeng Sect, but seeing one in the flesh was something else entirely.

Li Que paid them no mind. She had been paraded naked through the streets of a dozen cities, had her bare buttocks beaten red and raw in front of crowds of thousands, had crawled on all fours like a dog through the main hall of her own former sect while her master watched with cold satisfaction. The eyes of a few hundred astonished herb-gatherers meant nothing to her. In her mind, there was no shame in displaying what belonged to her master. Her nudity was a badge of honor, proof that she had been claimed by the strongest man in the world. Let them stare. Let them whisper. They were merely ants who did not understand the glory of absolute submission.

From the main hall of the valley, a group of figures emerged. At the center walked Hua Qianyu, the Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley. Her long green hair was loosely tied at the back, with a few strands hanging softly by her ears. Her face was gentle as water, her features soft and delicate, exuding a natural approachability. She wore a flowing robe of pale jade green, and her figure was plump but well-proportioned, the curves of her body moving gracefully beneath the silk. Behind her walked a dozen of her core disciples, all of them dressed in the green and white robes of the valley.

When Hua Qianyu saw Li Que standing completely naked in the middle of her courtyard, she stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened slightly, but she maintained her composure. She had dealt with the Zefeng Sect before. She knew the reputation of its founder and the women who served him.

“Bird Slave,” Li Que said coldly, her voice carrying across the courtyard. She did not raise it, yet every disciple heard her clearly. “Come out and speak with me. I have an order from my master.”

Hua Qianyu stepped forward, her disciples parting to let her pass. She walked until she stood ten feet from Li Que, her hands clasped in front of her. “What does the Celestial Lord want with my valley?”

Li Que did not waste words. “Your disciples occupied the medicinal garden of the Chastity Phoenix Sect. You know the laws of the Zefeng Sect. Trespassing on sect property is a crime. Theft of sect resources is a crime. Failure to discipline one's juniors is a crime.”

Hua Qianyu's face paled. She turned and looked at her disciples, some of whom had the decency to look ashamed. She had not known about this. But ignorance was no excuse in the eyes of the Xuanfa Celestial Lord.

“The Celestial Lord's decree is as follows,” Li Que continued, her voice flat and emotionless. “The disciples who occupied the garden are to strip off all their clothes, kneel at the entrance of the Chastity Phoenix Sect, stick out their buttocks, and be punished. One hundred strikes of the Heavenly Dao Board on the buttocks daily for ten years, counting as a light punishment. Hua Qianyu, for failing to discipline her disciples, will also receive the same punishment.”

The courtyard fell silent. Some of the younger disciples began to weep. Ten years of daily spanking with the Heavenly Dao Board was not a light punishment. It was a sentence of continuous agony and humiliation.

Hua Qianyu's hands trembled. She looked at her disciples, young faces filled with fear and tears. Some of them were barely out of the Qi Refining realm. They would not survive ten years of that punishment. Some might not survive even the first day.

“I cannot allow this,” Hua Qianyu said, her voice soft but firm. “They are young. They made a mistake. I will face the Celestial Lord myself.”

“Then fight me,” Li Que said, a cruel smile spreading across her lips. “Defeat me, and you may plead your case before my master. But if I defeat you, you will crawl back to the Chastity Phoenix Sect on your hands and knees.”

Hua Qianyu closed her eyes. She had no choice. She could not let her disciples suffer that fate. With a sigh, she raised her hand and a jade-green staff appeared in her grip. Healing and alchemy were her strengths, but she was still a cultivator at the Divine Transformation Late Stage. She would not go down easily.

The battle began.

Li Que moved first, her body erupting in flames. She shot forward like a meteor, her fist wreathed in fire. Hua Qianyu raised her staff, and a barrier of green energy formed around her. The fire struck, and the barrier cracked, but held. Hua Qianyu swept her staff low, aiming for Li Que's legs. Li Que leaped, spinning in the air, and sent a torrent of flames downward. Hua Qianyu rolled to the side, the fire scorching the ground where she had stood.

The disciples scrambled back, watching in terror as two Divine Transformation cultivators clashed in their peaceful valley. Flowers withered from the heat. Trees caught fire. The air grew thick with smoke and steam.

Hua Qianyu was skilled, but Li Que was a monster. Decades of spanking discipline had tempered her body and sharpened her instincts. Decades of serving Xuanfa had taught her to endure pain and fight through it. And beneath it all burned the fire of a woman who had once been the deputy leader of the Vermillion Bird Sect, unparalleled in her fire divine ability.

Li Que feinted left, then spun and landed a kick to Hua Qianyu's ribs. The Valley Master stumbled, gasping. Before she could recover, Li Que grabbed her by the hair and slammed her face into the ground. Hua Qianyu tasted blood. Her staff clattered away.

“Yield,” Li Que said, her knee pressing into Hua Qianyu's back.

Hua Qianyu struggled, but Li Que was stronger. She tried to summon her healing arts, but Li Que sent a pulse of fire through her spiritual veins, disrupting her qi. Hua Qianyu cried out in pain.

“Yield,” Li Que repeated.

Hua Qianyu went limp. “I yield,” she whispered.

Li Que stood up and pulled out a transmission talisman from somewhere on her body—the disciples did not dare look closely enough to see where she had been hiding it. She crushed it, and a cold voice resonated through the courtyard. It was the voice of the Xuanfa Celestial Lord, calm and absolute.

“Hua Qianyu and the group from Hundred Flowers Valley have stubbornly resisted, adding to their crimes. Hua Qianyu is to be taken back to the Chastity Phoenix Sect for severe punishment. All of her disciples are to receive a heavy spanking.”

The disciples began to cry openly now. Some fell to their knees. Others clutched each other in despair. Hua Qianyu lifted her head from the dirt, her eyes wide with horror. She could not let this happen. She could not watch her children suffer because of her own failure.

“No!” she cried, scrambling to her knees. She crawled toward Li Que, her jade-green robe torn and dirty. “Please, Celestial Lord, I beg you! Punish only me! Double my punishment, triple it! I will take any suffering you wish, but spare my disciples!”

Li Que held the talisman steady. Xuanfa's voice came again, cold and emotionless. “If only she is to be punished, then she must receive severe punishment.”

Hua Qianyu did not hesitate. She tore off her robes, throwing them aside until she knelt completely naked on the ground. Her plump figure was exposed to all her disciples, her full breasts and wide hips on display. She pressed her forehead to the ground, continuously kowtowing before Li Que.

“Only me,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Punish only me. I will bear any pain. I will accept any humiliation. Please, my master, spare my disciples.”

Li Que looked down at her with cold satisfaction. She put away the talisman and produced an Immortal Binding Lock, a slender chain of dark metal that would wrap around Hua Qianyu's neck and bind her spiritual power. She fastened it around Hua Qianyu's throat, and the Valley Master flinched as the cold metal touched her skin.

“Rise,” Li Que commanded. “Crawl.”

Hua Qianyu obeyed. She got on her hands and knees and began to crawl toward the main hall of her own valley, her bare buttocks swaying with each movement. Her disciples watched in shock and horror as their leader, the gentle and respected Valley Master, crawled naked on the ground like an animal.

Li Que announced Hua Qianyu's crimes to the gathered crowd. “Hua Qianyu, Valley Master of Hundred Flowers Valley, has failed to discipline her disciples and violently resisted the law of the Zefeng Sect. Now, she is to receive a public spanking of four hundred strokes on the main hall of Hundred Flowers Valley, and then be taken to the Chastity Phoenix Sect for severe punishment.”

They reached the main hall. The wide wooden floor was smooth and polished, reflecting the image of the two naked women. Li Que pointed to a spot in the center of the hall.

“Bend over. Stick your buttocks out high.”

Hua Qianyu positioned herself, her tears falling onto the wooden floor. She placed her hands on the ground and arched her back, presenting her round, full buttocks to the open air. Her entire body trembled with shame and fear.

But before the spanking began, Li Que raised her hand and summoned her spiritual power. She reached out toward the distant medicinal garden of Hundred Flowers Valley, and a patch of dark green, hairy plants uprooted themselves and flew into her hand. Hua Qianyu's eyes widened as she recognized the plants.

Stinging Nettle Grass.

She knew herbs better than anyone. She had grown Stinging Nettle Grass herself for certain medicinal preparations. It was a plant that, upon contact, caused an intense, maddening itch that could drive a person to tear their own skin off. And now Li Que was grinding the leaves between her palms, squeezing out a thick, dark green juice.

Li Que knelt behind Hua Qianyu and began to smear the juice all over her buttocks. It spread across the pale skin, covering both cheeks, seeping into the crease, drippin down her thighs. Hua Qianyu gasped, then whimpered, as the itching began.

It started as a light tingle, then grew into a crawling sensation, and then exploded into an unbearable, maddening itch. Hua Qianyu squirmed, her hands clenching into fists. She tried to hold still, but the itch was too much. She reached back to scratch, but Li Que slapped her hand away.

“No touching,” Li Que said coldly. “You will wait.”

Hua Qianyu cried out in agony. She wiggled her buttocks, trying to rub them against the air, against anything. The itch felt like a million tiny insects crawling under her skin, biting and burrowing. She could feel her skin flushing red, the blood rushing to the surface. She wanted to scream. She wanted to claw at herself until the itching stopped.

“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse. “Please spank me. Hit my buttocks. Anything to make it stop.”

Li Que stood by and watched, a cold smile on her lips. She watched as Hua Qianyu squirmed and writhed, as she cried and begged. Fifteen minutes passed like an eternity. Hua Qianyu's disciples watched from the doorway, some crying, some covering their eyes, but none able to look away from the spectacle of their beautiful Valley Master reduced to a trembling, scratching mess.

Finally, Li Que spoke. “Very well. Since you beg so nicely.”

She raised her hand, and two Heavenly Dao Boards appeared in the air, floating on either side of

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