Bound Eternal, like the Abyss's Shackled Nymph, Winds of Fortune

The space suddenly tore open, and from a deep blue, star-speckled spacetime tunnel, the nameless ancient coffin was kicked from behind, crashing heavily onto the mountainside. It tumbled several times before finally coming to a halt. "Hee-yah! Yah..." With the coffin lid pressed against the ground, Gao Yong gritted his teeth, channeling all his strength, his veins bulging. He managed to pry open a gap, quickly sticking his hand out to support himself. However, his hand was caught in the coffin's seam, eliciting another cry of pain. After much effort, he managed to flip the heavy ancient coffin over, along with his pile of equipment. Exhausted, Gao Yong lay by the roadside, panting for a long time. Regaining his spirits, he shielded his eyes with his hand, scanning his surroundings. After three months of rest, he pestered Ying Xiyuan to play again. As a result, Ying Xiyuan, with her arms bound behind her back, conjured an arm out of thin air and slapped the contract onto his face. This time, they had arrived in a world called the "Spiritual Crown Realm," and more importantly, it was the legendary cultivation world of Earth. Upon arrival, the air was not only much fresher than on Earth, but with a few deep breaths, the abundant spiritual energy, absent on Earth, quickly revitalized Gao Yong, who had been panting like a dog. As he marveled, a whistling sound came from above. It was about ten cultivators, dressed in white robes with crane patterns and topknots, flying on swords. They zipped past Gao Yong's head and disappeared into the distance. Seeing Gao Yong gawking excitedly like a gorilla, the handsome young master cultivator at the front, who looked like a senior disciple, sneered. "Country bumpkin!" However, he didn't know that after glancing through the "Myriad Phenomena Eye" given by Ying Xiyuan, which was used for showing off, Gao Yong was also extremely disappointed and shook his head in disdain. "So, just a few low-level grunts at the first realm." The cultivation world was indeed different. On the road not far away, even ordinary merchants and travelers, who hadn't stepped into the cultivation path, were riding spiritual carriages. These carriages, supported by formations powered by spirit stones, floated without wheels, pulled by colorful deer that could sense emotions. Gao Yong watched with envy as well-dressed individuals sat comfortably in the carriages, reciting poetry. He quickly rummaged through his own storage. To compensate for the lack of supplies during their last contract execution, Gao Yong had spared some precious space in the ancient coffin to bring along his solar-powered charger and his lightweight electric motorcycle, which weighed just over twenty kilograms. He had assembled and sealed it in a bag the previous night before sleeping, ready for use as transportation after crossing worlds. "This time, there shouldn't be any crazy woman chasing me with a horse and spear!" Before opening the bag, Gao Yong muttered with a hint of mischief, glancing around. Then, with excitement, he pulled open the canvas bag containing the motorcycle. But in the next second, his eyes widened like a bull's. Bound tightly by the God Binding Rope, her bronze skin revealed from the net-like restraints, her proud, bronze-colored abdomen, and her well-defined abs, also sculpted by the God Binding Rope, were evident. Her strong, sturdy jade arms and legs, bound behind her back, were unmistakably Xun's. "Mmmph... mmmph mmmph..." Sensing that she was finally free, Xun shook her head, which Gao Yong had personally covered, and whimpered. "My Light Bee motorcycle!" Hearing Xun's whimpers, Gao Yong clutched his head and squatted down in despair, wailing. Seeing that he didn't help her up for a long time, Xun, annoyed, boldly extended her jade feet and, bending her slender waist, sat up herself. However, as she angrily searched for Gao Yong with a ball in her mouth, her delicate body suddenly stiffened. Immediately, she began to tremble violently as if she had been electrocuted. A powerful surge of energy caused even Gao Yong, who was squatting in despair, to freeze. The hand holding Xun's binding rope trembled violently. The contract link between them felt as if it had been struck by something. At the same time, the various meters on the God Binding Rope, which covered Xun's bare body, were flashing with alerts. The fibers of the Nine Li Sacred Tree tightened and strengthened frantically, causing her sensitive, pulsating tree to writhe even more vigorously. Under Gao Yong's disbelieving gaze, Xun, biting her silver teeth tightly and struggling to whimper, twisted the binding ropes that had deeply indented her bronze skin. She managed to bite through the binding contract from Gao Yong. With a crisp snap, the fire energy belt Xun had given her, which was around her waist, exploded, leaving only the fire energy wristbands. Then, spitting out the restraints that had lost their binding ability, Xun gasped and exclaimed with surprise and joy, her body convulsing wildly. "Damn it, I've actually broken through to the peak realm, and two realms at once! I feel like I'm at the mid-stage of Heaven-Connecting now!" Wilting like a deflated balloon, Gao Yong dejectedly propped his chin with his hands, frowning, and grumbled, "As long as you're happy!" A formidable procession, not escorting nobility, but a prisoner's carriage. Eight-thousand-ton one-horned rhinoceroses, massive and ponderous, led the way, their spirit-iron harnesses dragging the dozens of meters long, heavy carriage. The carriage itself was like a moving fortress, so weighty that the spirit-stone levitation devices on its axles could only keep it suspended less than half a meter off the ground. Its fortress-like exterior was defended by over a hundred third-realm sharp-weapon cultivators, armed with swords and shields, clad in armor. The exposed inner layer revealed more than twenty Golden Core cultivators seated at various formation points, weaving a shell-shaped barrier that tightly encased the carriage. Within this barrier was imprisoned a woman, a woman of extraordinary, seductive beauty. Her raven-black, lustrous hair was gathered at the crown of her head, then swept over her right shoulder, tied with a luxurious black and red cloud-patterned ribbon. Adorning her crown was a silver circlet, intricately inscribed with mystical patterns and hung with three strings of precious spirit-gems – two long, one short – dangling before her forehead. Three seemingly unremarkable, yet upon closer inspection, obsidian-black, subtly gleaming hairpins were tucked into her left hair cluster. Her slender, fiery physique was clad in a similarly fiery red, exquisite shoulder robe. However, her matching long skirt had been stripped away, leaving her full, rounded, and pert white buttocks, her shapely legs, and her delicate, smooth feet exposed to the air. Her head and upper body were also revealed; the collar of her garment torn open, exposing her from her tender collarbone, to the proud, outward-curving mounds of her ample breasts, down to her abdomen with its defined lines and even contours, all the way to her pristine pubic mound. Her alluring, seductive eyes were tightly bound by a black blindfold shimmering with spirit patterns. Her jade-like cheeks were covered by a piece of black leather, molded to her facial contours and carved with the image of a mountain spirit. The spirit's gaze was directed at her crimson lips, where a round wooden object was slowly and continuously being inserted, teasing and caressing her delicate inner mouth, an intimate violation. Furthermore, a pair of short hooks dangled from the woman's blindfold, pulling her delicate nose upwards. Her nostrils, naturally demure, were stretched open like a pig's. Yet, amidst the muffled whimpers and the intimate violation within her mouth, the woman could only endure this humiliation helplessly, for the restraints binding her body were equally severe and robust. Her fragrant shoulders were bound by dark, shimmering ropes etched with blue and white spirit patterns, pulled taut and then secured behind her back, binding her jade-like arms tightly. The bindings were so constricting that the woman's delicate body trembled and writhed uncontrollably. As her jade arms twisted, the ropes only dug deeper into her firm flesh and delicate skin, offering no escape. A circular, radiant blue light-ring encircled her torso, precisely holding her tightly bound form open in the center. Cuffs of the same blue and white circular restraints adorned her wrists, ankles, and even her big toes. The woman's sensuous, slender jade legs were arched, her feet flexed, stretched wide and taut. It was unclear what grave crime this woman had committed, for her buttocks were subjected not only to humiliation but also to punishment and restraint. Three large, non-human, artifact-grade rods, controlled by one of the two cultivators within the barrier, rhythmically and rapidly entered her urethra, anus, and vagina, then swiftly withdrew, creating wet, squelching sounds that even Gao Yong, hiding by the roadside, could clearly hear. The woman, subjected to this discipline, writhed and trembled uncontrollably, her buttocks and thighs shaking, her crystalline fluids flowing freely. Her breasts were also subjected to this torment. From nipple to base, three blue and white restraint rings continuously tightened and shifted on her breasts. With each sway, her breasts were kneaded into tumultuous waves. Two deep nipples, adorned with small bells that chimed with every movement, twisted and tormented her. Finally, as the woman was forced to arch her jade feet, and feathers from unknown spirit birds continuously teased her, she endured the torture of intimate violation and anal kneading while simultaneously being stimulated on her feet. The woman, imprisoned within the restraint rings, writhed and struggled, her delicate body contorted. However, due to the strong bindings and restraints, she could only spread her body in a human-shaped posture, accepting the discipline and confinement. Her veiled, gagged jade mouth seemed to wail, yet also to emit stifled laughter. As the carriage passed by, Gao Yong, jolted by the movement, clearly saw tears of pleasure streaming from beneath the woman's blindfold as she whimpered and trembled. This magnificent display of restraint and bondage truly stunned Gao Yong. He watched, mouth agape, as the massive escorting team disappeared far into the distance. Only then, when the rope in his hand tugged him back to reality, did he turn his head. Was it Xun, her hips swaying, pulling his slender rope, or someone else? He glanced at her mouth, which was pursed so sourly it could hang a bottle of oil. "In your world's terms, you're a real scumbag! You see one, you want to tie one up!" "I wish I could tie one up! This scale of restraint, this deep spirit discipline and escort! It's beyond my reach!" His hand had just reached the jade-like arms bound behind her back, and her delicate body was already taut with exertion. Even as she endured the frantic manipulation within her core, a faint, scorching heat emanated from Xun, who was beside him. Just as he was about to utter a few perfunctory words, the black-robed woman, who had just been dominating the battlefield and controlling three demonic puppets with poison, cried out in disbelief and horror. "The ancient immortal cultivator of the Celestial Court, the Scarlet Flame Demoness Xun, who once annihilated a nation, and the Rope Saint of the Myriad Immortals Alliance, Gao Yong, who has captured her!!!" "Retreat!" Before Gao Yong could even react to being bestowed such a formidable title by Ying Xiyuan, the three cultivator assassins acted with extreme decisiveness. They steered their magical artifacts and turned to flee. Before escaping, the black-robed woman flung a handful of magnetic poison sand towards the three of them. However, facing the sky full of poisonous sand, a look of disdain appeared on Xun's face. She and Nine Phoenix, like ancient predecessors, cultivated not only their powers but also the primordial laws of nature. Otherwise, how would her title of "scorching the earth for a thousand miles" have come about? With a cold snort, the air in front of her instantly turned malevolent. While her buttocks were bound, she effortlessly incinerated the magnetic poison sand, which had destroyed dozens of magical artifacts in an instant, melting it into smoke. The black-robed woman, riding the slightly enlarged three demonic puppets, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fled desperately. This title seemed to work quite well. However, the previous title of "Binding Envoy of the Xingnu Mountain Villa" had already caused Gao Yong considerable trouble. He pursed his lips at the retreating backs of the three, then turned his gaze back to the ten-ringed magical artifact emitting a blue light, and the beautiful, seductive woman who had been blindfolded, gagged, and thoroughly tormented. Gao Yong, once again puffing himself up with borrowed authority, waved his jade-like arm. "Above, Scarlet Flame Demoness, shatter this artifact!" The chuunibyo-esque title made Xun feel rather exasperated. However, her eyes, hidden by the blindfold, rolled charmingly. Xun, still obliging, let out a heavy breath from her jade nose, adorned with a nose ring. Another wave of scorching heat was directed at the continuously rotating ten-ringed magical artifact. The artifact, once forged by a Red Dust Immortal of the Eighth Realm as a confinement tool, creaked and groaned under the heat before finally snapping apart with a loud crack. With a thud, she fell from the artifact. Her jade-like arms were bound, but she landed on her backside, driving all three of the immortal jade rods that had been used to torment her buttocks into her urethra. The woman, who had just endured the ordeal, cried out in pain, her beautiful head thrown back, tears welling up in her eyes. "Wuuuu wuuuu wuuuu..." "Wuuuaaah..." Even for this powerful and seductive woman, falling from mid-air with her hands bound behind her back, the pain was so intense that she couldn't recover for a long time. It was Gao Yong, acting the gentleman, who reached out and pulled her up by the rope binding her jade-like arms behind her. However, he couldn't remove the spherical restraint around her. Even without the ten-ringed artifact's confinement, this thing had a magical formation within it. As he tugged at the pale blue magical pattern band wrapped around the seductive woman's head, a fierce electric current jolted him, causing him to cry out. Half of his arm went numb. Xun saw Gao Yong's pitiful expression. This scumbag glanced at her again. Although she was displeased with him flirting with girls, she couldn't resist his pleading gaze. Moreover, this thing had actually dared to electrocute Gao Yong severely, which made Xun quite angry. With an arrogant cold snort, she loosened the divine restraint on Gao Yong slightly and used her mental power to condense a ball of fire, which she then used to swiftly burn through the woman's magical pattern band. "Wuuuaaah..." Gao Yong immediately became enthusiastic again and went to pull it out. He never expected that what came out of the woman's mouth, described as humiliating, was so long – a full twenty centimeters. After it was removed from her deep, magnificent throat, still slick with the woman's fragrant moisture, she let out a few sharp gasps before recovering. "Hoo hoo hoo..., Thank you..., Thank you, Lord Rope Saint, for saving me!" "Hmm, may I ask the young lady's name, and why you are so heavily bound and escorted? And why did those people want to kill you?" Her eyes, still covered by the ten-ringed artifact's blindfold, darted slyly. Twisting her jade hands, bound behind her, a pained expression couldn't help but surface on her seductive face. She slightly lowered her delicate head. "My name is Li Cui. I am the daughter of an official from the Northern Continent's Hanyun Empire. Because my father offended a powerful figure, my entire family was confiscated, and I was branded a criminal woman and exiled to the Celestial Prison. "Those people just now were likely assassins sent by the powerful figure my father offended." "Oh, in that case, Miss, you should flee! Farewell!" Unexpectedly, after she finished speaking, Gao Yong's expression instantly turned cold. He let out a dismissive snort. The seductive woman was startled, and her jade arms, bound behind her, trembled involuntarily, tightening the ropes deeper into her skin, even digging into her luxurious black and red patterned outer garment. "Lord Rope Saint, I am but a weak woman, and I am heavily bound. If a great man like you abandons me here, you are casting me into certain death. How can Lord Rope Saint bear to do so!" Her expression grew even more sorrowful. The seductive woman even knelt at Gao Yong's feet, her hands bound behind her. The way she called him "Lord Rope Saint" was exceptionally sweet and alluring, but it only made Gao Yong more annoyed. Crossing his arms, he snorted coldly. "Miss, as a lady of a prominent family, you possess cultivation of the Seventh Realm. The strength of your Hanyun Empire is truly extraordinary! If you were free, with your abilities, you could have easily dealt with those three assassins, who were only at the Fifth Realm." "Farewell!" Gao Yong had already suspected this seductive woman was no ordinary person when he saw the imposing escort. After all, he was a rope master and had encountered too many powerful women. He didn't underestimate women like ordinary people. Now, this woman was also trying to deceive him, which made him even more annoyed. Saving her and preventing her from being executed on the spot was already fulfilling his gentlemanly whim. Since they couldn't reach an agreement, it was best to part ways amicably! Saying this, and holding the rope that bound Xun's buttocks, Gao Yong truly turned and walked away. With a casual flick of his fingers, Li Rong, bound and suspended, spun 180 degrees, now hanging upside down. Her elegant hair cascaded down, and the abundant moisture from her aroused arousal dripped enticingly onto her own cheeks. Before the seductive woman could adjust to the inverted position, he beckoned again, and she was swung back upright. "Mmmph... the speed of the rubbing... it's too... too fast... my pussy is going to explode, ahhh!" Gao Yonglang raised an eyebrow. The three clusters of auspicious clouds spun like a motor, rapidly squeezing and rubbing Li Rong. The intense pleasure brought tears to the eyes of the enchanting Han Yun Guoshi. Her delicate tongue, unable to bear the extreme sensation, darted out, and as her bound arms were rubbed into a frenzy, she gasped and pleaded. Despite her pleas, she endured several minutes of violent rubbing before Gao Yong snapped his fingers, and the auspicious clouds slowed down. Even so, Li Rong felt as though her repeatedly squeezed parts were aching, swollen, and about to fall apart. But before she could catch her breath, the three soft jade-like objects that had been alternately working her urethra and asshole seemed to have been injected with adrenaline. They worked with the efficiency of a three-cylinder engine from Gao Yong's world, making a "puchi" sound as they furiously entered her rear. Her urethra, asshole, and the space between them – the three soft jade-like objects blurred as they moved. Her asshole spasmed violently with arousal, forcing crystalline moisture from her lips. The dignified Li Guoshi, her hands clasped, wailed incessantly. "My ass... my ass is going to explode, Rope Saint! Spare me... spare Rong, mmmph!" Instead of slowing down, Gao Yong, with great interest, toyed with his fingers, controlling Li Rong's ankles, knees, and toes. With a flick of his wrist, he lifted her thighs, fully exposing her asshole, which was making "puchi" sounds. Then, with the other leg, Li Rong, suspended in mid-air, cried out as her legs were spread into an 'M' shape. Her asshole gushed like a stream, and the intense pleasure made her eyes roll back. After several minutes of exquisite sensation, a gentle twist of her feet allowed Li Rong to slowly regain consciousness. She saw her body was angled to the right, her right leg raised in a front-kick pose. Her foot arched upwards as Gao Yong lifted her leg, and then flexed downwards as he pressed with his little finger. A faint smile touched her lips, and amidst her gasps, Li Rong asked incredulously, "Great Lord... is this your first time controlling the Ten Rings Technique?" Her tone clearly implied he was a country bumpkin! Gao Yong, who was thoroughly enjoying himself, felt his face flush. But how could he damage the image of a "Great Expert of the Eighth Realm of Ascension"? As Xun chuckled, her muscles trembling from being tightly bound, Gao Yong coldly snorted with an air of superiority. "How could it be? I just haven't used such a thing for thousands of years. I was just testing if the various formations and restrictions were still functional! Cui, let's go!" "Cui?" Before Li Rong, the seductive vixen, could understand, Gao Yong lifted a pale blue formation, about two to three meters in diameter, from the Prison of Sin carriage. He held it behind him, and as he walked, he led Li Rong by her bound legs, her buttocks trailing behind him. Xun, like a loyal horse, followed him. "Rope Saint, the distance to... ohhh... there are still tens of kilometers to Xie'e. Why don't you use... uwah... use a sword or other methods to travel? It would be faster... ohhh... Great Lord... my feet... mwahahaha... you're rubbing them too fast! Ahahaha... Great Lord... mmmph!" Her body was rubbed until it made "puchi" sounds, her asshole gushing with fluid. With each "bo" sound, her feet were rapidly stimulated. Bound and suspended, she could only shamefully and helplessly arch her back, her legs kicked to the side, her buttocks spread open to receive the intense stimulation. The dignified He Shou, now a half-step away from becoming an immortal, was made to burn with desire by Gao Yong, the Rope Master, and cried out tears. "I'm going to die, I'm going to die... Eeeeek!" ... Having transmigrated to the space-blue star, Gao Yong, accustomed to the towering metropolises of his previous life, had proudly believed that no civilization outside of Blue Star could develop such magnificent metropolises. However, upon entering the vicinity of Xie'e, he was greatly astonished. With the target still twenty kilometers away, a vast complex of buildings appeared majestically before him. It resembled the ancient city walls he had seen in the Xiangxiao world, but it was twice as tall, with fifty-meter-high city walls forming a magnificent barrier on the horizon. Furthermore, twenty-meter-high watchtowers floated above the city walls, forming a dense network. Through the dense array of watchtowers, magnificent floating pavilions and towers within the city came into view. Xie'e, his current target, was in the city. The towering Prison God Mountain rose from the ground, extending far beyond the city walls, with opulent palaces floating around it. This magnificent sight was no different from the divine realm described on the internet, causing Gao Yong to grit his teeth. "Ohaha... Rope Saint, we've arrived at the city... the city... there will be city guards to escort you in a Flood Dragon carriage... ohahaha... the Flood Dragon carriage goes directly to Xie'e. Then you can just lock me up in the prison!" Having been here before as an escort, Li Rong was now treated as a criminal, shamefully bound to the Ten Rings, awaiting judgment. This gave Li Rong a myriad of complex emotions, her voice tinged with a bittersweet tone. However, having climbed from an ordinary rogue cultivator to the Guoshi of the Han Yun Empire, Li Rong's resilience was clearly profound. Enduring the rapid stimulation, she made good use of her body, adjusted by Gao Yong into a raised and bound position, to lift her soft and alluring jade foot as much as possible within its restraints, arching it. Her stimulated buttocks also tensed. Her half-exposed body appeared exceptionally seductive, and her voice even became more enchanting. She then said meaningfully, "However, if the Rope Saint fancies my beauty, you could petition Xie'e to intervene in my case. During this time, you could keep me by your side as a captive." "Shameless harlot!" Gao Yong, still immersed in the awe of the cultivation civilization, ignored her. Xun, however, was displeased. She turned her head, her eyes covered by thick goggles. Despite being blindfolded, she glared fiercely at Li Rong and angrily rebuked her, "Flirting and showing off, utterly shameless!" "That's still better than... hahaha... better than some witch who is all muscle, has no feminine charm, and nothing to sell!" Even with her formidable Qi, Xun could break free from the golden ropes, but she couldn't. At this moment, her pride, her unparalleled formidable Qi, was being rapidly circulated by the entire binding formation. The points where Gao Yong had tied the golden ropes acted as accelerators, with the force provided by the profound iron from her thighs and the earth's脉柔之力. This combination, in line with the Dao of Heaven and Earth, created an immense momentum that even she couldn't shake, leaving her to merely let her Qi circulate circle after circle. Now, she was like a billionaire with hundreds of billions tied up in the stock market, having not a single cent in her pocket, unable to even buy a steamed bun, starving. "Wuwuwu~~~" Even the proud, green-clothed female swordswoman was starting to panic. She bit down harder on the ball, veins bulging on her forehead and jade neck. Her left foot, planted on the ground, trembled violently from the pressure. Since she couldn't circulate her Qi, she decided to pull the two profound irons from her thighs out of her anus. Without the surge of earth脉之力, she could stabilize her internal energy within a few cycles and break free from these golden ropes that seemed like mere threads to her. But the subtlety of this posture lay in the fact that only one jade foot could touch the ground, in a position that was almost a full squat, yet just shy of it. Whether she tried to stand up or maintain her current position, her bent legs were under the greatest strain. Moreover, she was being disciplined by waves of powerful Qi and pleasure. Her left big toe was also one of the channels for the Qi, and the pleasure waves from her buttocks traveled through her veins, making her toes tingle with intense stimulation. Even though her silver teeth had left shallow marks on the ball, and her jade legs were so weak from pleasure that she couldn't muster even a tenth of her strength, during the stalemate, her right big toe, which was pulling on her anus, couldn't help but twitch. The intense pain stimulated her already thoroughly pleasured anus, causing another explosive release. It had only been seven or eight minutes. Her entire body trembled violently. The green-clothed female swordswoman, who had endured various brutal tortures for a month before breaking in the past, whimpered again, her eyes rolling upwards uncontrollably. "Wuwuwu..., Wu wu..." Gao Yong's binding of her in this esoteric and wicked position once again revealed its power. Her supporting left leg went weak, and she could no longer help but collapse onto her seat with a "plop." The profound irons in her thighs were directly inserted into her anus, and the one inside even formed a bulge on her abdomen. The deeper the insertion, the stronger the surging earth脉之气, the more intense the pleasure. Her anus contracted uncontrollably from the pleasure, her eyes rolling wildly. This time, the female swordswoman experienced pleasure for a full twenty seconds before, with her tongue pressing against the ball, her mind buzzing, she struggled to regain consciousness. Damn it! It's too intense! Gao Yong's "playing the pipa backwards" binding posture revealed its wicked point for the third time. Having just regained consciousness, her body was numb from the pleasure of the fused heaven and earth Qi. Although her left leg was still pleasantly sore and numb, throbbing with unbearable pleasure, the green-clothed female swordswoman still had to support herself with her jade foot and push her buttocks away from the objects in her anus, creating a slight distance to reduce the output. She had never experienced such frequent pleasure in her life, feeling the hot fluid continuously flowing down her thighs. Panting, she slightly raised her elegant head. This arrogant woman was being pleasured to death, but just as she was enduring pleasure from her buttocks that was more intense than any full-power assault, Gao Yong, the scoundrel, burped and bid farewell drunkenly. "Miss... *hic*... Miss, you... *hic*... enjoy yourself here. This mortal, this lowly ant... *hic*... this lowly ant takes his leave..." The drunken Gao Yong was quite vengeful. His self-deprecating words made the green-clothed female swordswoman, who was suffering and enjoying the "playing the pipa backwards" posture, even more furious. However, no matter how she twisted her bound jade arms, roaring and cursing in rage, and twisting her body, her jade nose was hooked by the evil flow, twitching like a pig's nose. Her rounded buttocks, which she was squatting on, remained firmly stuck on the two profound irons. In her agitation, her right big toe couldn't help but twitch again, causing her anus to explode with pleasure for another instant, almost making the formidable female swordswoman climax on the spot. How can I be humiliated by a mere mortal! She felt her anus again, the wet fluid flowing down her thighs. Her ankles and toes were soaked and sticky. Hearing Gao Yong, supported by Li Rong, stumbling out of the room, and the fact that he even closed the door for her, everything made the female swordswoman feel even more ashamed. Calm down! Calm down! Shouting internally, the green-clothed woman forced herself to stabilize her breathing, holding her right foot, which was hanging from her jade neck, steady. Even though she couldn't even clench her legs and use her muscles to offset some of the pleasure from her buttocks, she still tried her best to support herself with her soft left leg and maintain a stable squat. Try to hold on longer, don't climax so quickly. More importantly, don't lose consciousness again. If she's penetrated again while already weak in the legs from the first time, Gao Yong will never escape! No longer able to maintain the stability she had at the beginning, like a standing pine, her left leg trembled violently. Yet, the female swordswoman, biting on the ball, sneered with fighting spirit. When I break free, I'll see how this ant dares to be so arrogant tomorrow! I'll tie him up like a silkworm pupa and throw him into the sea to feed the turtles. Mmm... Damn it! My butt is too stimulating, it's happening again! "Wuwuwuwu mmm..." ... Gao Yong was truly surprised. After a series of rigorous examinations by the brothel, the haughty Seventh Princess Xuan Mingyue was actually classified as a horse. However, compared to being forced to wear ultra-tight hoof boots, endure foot torture, and be whipped to pull a carriage, Xuan Mingyue clearly preferred to be a mare. Twisting her tightly bound arms behind her back, she couldn't help but kick her slender, jade-like legs and started to cry. But Gao Yong had already incurred the great karma of enmity with Yue Lu Xian, so how could the women of the Beast Taming Camp indulge her? One beast tamer embraced her slender waist from behind, while the other two held her smooth, fair, and tender left and right feet, respectively. They began to pull on the tight hoof boots, and amidst Xuan Mingyue's struggles, the snug boots were firmly wrapped around her jade feet. "Mmmph ahhhh..." With a swift tightening of the laces, the Princess's exquisite, jade-like, fair, and translucent feet, with their exceptionally delicate shape, were cruelly confined by the magical hoof boots. The narrow boots pressed tightly against the arches, making her feet feel constricted and stuffy. The half-hoof-shaped heel forced her to stand on her tiptoes. Finally, she was released and landed on the ground, her toes directly meeting the hard, agonizing foot studs, which had been designed to torture the Princess to the brink of death. Twisting her bound arms, Xuan Mingyue even cried out, wanting to cheat and sit down. "Mare, stand up and continue to accept restraint!" But the beast tamers wouldn't indulge her princess temper any further. Two of them raised their butt paddles, etched with special pain-inducing magic arrays, and struck the Seventh Princess's plump, full buttocks fiercely. With crisp slaps, her pair of fair, tender, and round buttocks bounced like water balloons. "Yowowowow... No... Don't hit me anymore! This Princess will stand up... I'll stand up..." *Slap~~~* "You must refer to yourself as a beast!" "Oh ahhh~~~ Yes! This beast will stand up, this beast will stand up now... Eeeeeyaaahhh..." Her arms were tightly bound behind her, and her powerful cultivation at the Separation Stage was suppressed by the restraints. Twisting her clenched fists, which were bound together behind her back, she could only endure the torment of her fair buttocks being violated by others. This feeling of helpless masochism made Xuan Mingyue feel like she was dying from the beatings, yet a indescribable sense of masochistic pleasure began to surface. Enduring the pain, Xuan Mingyue staggered to her feet with difficulty. She even obediently referred to herself as a beast. But the way this beast rose from her knees gave the Princess, who had been on the verge of collapse, a strange sense of stimulation. Before Xuan Mingyue could fully comprehend it, the two beast tamers who had been spanking her buttocks brought forth heavy, three-layered carriage restraints. With a metallic clanging, they were firmly placed on her. At the same time, the third beast tamer held a horse bit and, in a particularly humiliating manner, placed it in her mouth. The horse bit was tightened in her mouth, firmly securing her lips. Her hands were helplessly bound behind her back, and then she was successively locked with heavy, three-layered shackles. From her thighs to her midsection, and then to the upper part of her torso, close to her head, she was tightly shackled. Each movement made her bite down on the bit, causing her to whimper. However, as the beastly restraints tightened, a humiliating pleasure fermented like aged wine, causing Xuan Mingyue to tremble with excitement. Seeing that the Princess had no choice but to cry out in submission to the restraints, the remaining dozen or so prisoners classified as mares also ceased their struggles. With soft gasps, they allowed the beast tamers to guide them into wearing the foot torture boots, shackles, and the beast-transforming, humiliating horse bits. However, their restraints were only two-layered, not the three-layered, phoenix-engraved, gilded restraints of Xun, and the wings on their horse bits, which covered their peripheral vision, were only made of thousand-year-old silver leaves, not ten-thousand-year-old gold. As expected of a cultivation sect, the prison vehicle used to confine these female beasts was the same one Gao Yong had seen upon his arrival – a mobile fortress, tens of meters long and wide, and over ten meters high. The female beasts classified as mares were fitted with collars and tails symbolizing their status according to their identity and cultivation. The beast tamers then led them, according to their cultivation levels, into the tiered prisons of the second, third, fourth, and fifth layers of the prison vehicle, which resembled a pyramid. The prison cells, crafted from ten-thousand-year-old cold iron, exuded a chilling sense of torment. With humiliating expressions, they were then ordered by the beast tamers. They had no choice but to shamefully twist their tightly bound jade arms and straddle the thick, large, and erect butt-riding posts on the ground. Their tails were raised upwards, beginning the first training of canine transformation. "Dog squat and wag your tail!" "Hurry up and wag it!" "Faster, you!" With tones of humiliation and torment, the handsome and dashing black-clothed beast tamers of the Beast Taming Camp swung their whips. Four tamers trained one dog at a time, from four directions. The whips fell like raindrops on their bodies and buttocks. These whips were also inscribed with the research results of the Beast Taming Camp – magic arrays that could deepen the pain sensation by dozens of times. Amidst the crisp cracking sounds of the whips, tears streamed down their faces, and their moans forced them to contort their large or small, round buttocks in shame. Their aphrodisiac tails swished in the air, and their vaginas were rubbed by exceptionally thick, granular objects, causing these former celestial maidens, who were ordinary people's idols, to whimper and cry out in pleasure. Just as they were being humiliated, the mares in front were also properly restrained. Not to mention, Xun, this eighth-tier Scarlet Flame Demoness, certainly had a grand entrance. The camp commander Ou Jing personally arrived in front of the large prison vehicle and cast spells with her hands. With creaking sounds, thirteen carriage shafts for driving horses extended from the front of the prison vehicle, corresponding to the thirteen mares. Xun was in the center position, and her corresponding buttocks had only two bases. The others had two thick, large, and granular poles erected upwards, etched with evil aphrodisiac magic arrays. The true essence flickered on the array patterns, appearing exceptionally wicked. "Mount up, mare!" To the right of Xun, as the "Scarlet Flame Demoness" indifferently spread her jade legs, Xuan Mingyue and the other mares were roughly pushed by the beast tamers, their fragrant shoulders pressed down, and they were forced to straddle the carriage shafts. Then, as Ou Jing's hands flashed with icy blue true essence power, the carriage shafts were forcefully lifted, and with a *plop*, they entered Xuan Mingyue and the others' vaginas and anuses. The punishment methods of the Zhu Xiang Pavilion were not much stronger than those of the Pin Guo Camp, but to show the most righteous punishment among the five forbidden lands, and to make the female cultivators who came from the Yellow Springs Road fully realize their loss of dignity and freedom, and their status as female prisoners awaiting execution, they had to first endure three hundred "killing prestige" planks after coming down. In the main hall of the Zhu Xiang Pavilion's Killing Prestige Hall, densely packed rows of long, wide benches were neatly arranged. Unlike ordinary benches, these had holes on top, fitted with shackles, and golden nails hammered into the holes. The female death row prisoners, escorted in, were forced to pant and twist their bound arms as they were led to the execution benches. Then, disciples of the Zhu Xiang Pavilion would untie the bamboo shoulder straps from their shoulders, and two escorts would press down forcefully on the bamboo. With a muffled "poof," the thick rod of the execution bench was roughly pulled out from between the female death row prisoners' buttocks, snapping back with a twang. The plump flesh, full of collagen, was pulled out and then snapped back in. This was too stimulating. Even the most fierce and tough female death row prisoners couldn't help but cry out in agony as their buttocks were stretched, and they squatted down with their arms bound behind them. The experienced female disciples of the Zhu Xiang Pavilion, dressed in green, immediately seized this opportunity. Grabbing the shoulders of the female death row prisoners, they pressed them face down onto the execution benches before they could react. Their full breasts were secured in the shackles, their legs were fastened, and then their bare feet were tied to the long bench. "Wuuuaaaah..." With their hands bound behind their backs, unable to move, their full breasts painfully shackled to the execution bench, and their legs tied, the female death row prisoners were like lambs to the slaughter, only able to whimper and present their sensitive buttocks, awaiting the descent of the execution planks. And their wait was not in vain. With synchronized movements, as if dancing, the green-clad female disciples responsible for restraining the female death row prisoners would spin around and elegantly draw out the long bamboo planks from their waists. The pain arrays carved on the planks began to flash with an arcane blue light. With a whistling sound, a crisp "crack" landed on the right buttock of a female death row prisoner. A row of plump, round, or slightly elongated white buttocks immediately bounced like jelly, revealing a row of red marks. In the Killing Prestige Hall, a series of sensual yet piercing wails immediately erupted. But before they could endure the first wave of intense pain, the second plank fiercely landed on their left buttocks. Two disciples of the Zhu Xiang Pavilion jointly administered the punishment. With a series of crackling blows, the sensitive buttocks rippled and bounced, the red marks overlapping. Amidst the wails, Bu Renqing spoke with particular glee to Gao Yong. "Lord Sheng, the Zhu Xiang Pavilion only deals with the most wicked and evil women in the cultivation world, bloodthirsty and murderous fanatics. Here in the Killing Prestige Hall, we use spirit-grade pain array bamboo planks to strike their buttocks three hundred times, to extinguish the arrogance of these evil women with extreme pain and severely punish their wicked deeds. Thereafter, every seven days, the female death row prisoners who have not yet been executed will be brought here to receive another 'killing prestige' plank, to achieve the purpose of constant suffering to make them repent their sins." Bu Renqing was not a sadist, but the extreme hatred for female criminal cultivators was a tradition of the Zhu Xiang Pavilion. The Zhu Xiang Pavilion was founded by a group of avengers whose sect was destroyed fighting against the Immortal Court. Their cultivation was sharp and aggressive, but they were sword cultivators who harmed themselves and others, charging into the front lines without regard for their lives. Therefore, they were the first to decide on the fate of the prisoners divided after the destruction of the Immortal Court. The vanguard female immortal who commanded the Immortal Court's Kou Xian Army, Hong Xiang, was their great enemy. After the destruction of the Immortal Court, the descendants of the Zhu Xiang Pavilion transferred this hatred to criminal cultivators who committed evil deeds, such as murder and arson. Their righteous indignation made the Zhu Xiang Pavilion the most severe forbidden land for dealing with criminal cultivators. Although Gao Yong could not fully agree with their worldview, as some of the criminal female death row prisoners being beaten and awaiting execution might have committed murder due to momentary impulse or unspeakable reasons, and some were political sacrifices for resisting the sect's rule, he could not fault the Zhu Xiang Pavilion for their righteous indignation and intolerance of any wrongdoing, because this was the meaning of their existence. And as his expression grew heavy, he discovered that Xun had also been brought to the Killing Prestige execution bench. Her firm and wild, full buttocks were also shackled, and her jade feet, clad in the high-heeled boots Gao Yong had tied on, could not be removed. She was bound like a bow at the end of the bench, and two green-clad female executioners were spinning and drawing out the extremely painful bamboo planks like dancers. But with a crisp "crack," Xun, who was shackled and looking towards Gao Yong, gritted her teeth in anger but did not even frown. Her shapely, fiery buttocks, though rippling like waves, did not even leave a red mark. The Zhu Xiang Pavilion disciple who wielded the bamboo plank, however, had not anticipated such a powerful rebound force. For a moment, her hands were pulled up by the artifact used for punishment, and she almost stumbled backward. This scene instantly silenced the entire Killing Prestige Hall for a second. The female disciples who were still diligently carrying out the punishment, and the wailing female death row prisoners, all turned their attention to the scene. Gao Yong was even more dumbfounded. This was a complete disgrace. Bu Renqing's expression darkened, and the enraged female disciple, ignoring the rhythm, roared and channeled her true qi. With a whistling sound, she swung the extremely painful bamboo plank again, and with a crisp "crack," it fiercely landed on Xun's beautiful buttocks once more. This time, the sound was even crisper and louder, and Xun's bronze-skinned buttocks bounced again. The prepared female disciple gripped the bamboo plank firmly, and the second executioner followed suit, the bamboo plank again striking Xun's left buttock, causing her buttocks to ripple. It seemed the punishment had returned to its proper course, but Xun, whose buttocks were shaking, with her arms bound behind her, could not even clench her fists, which were bound together. Although she gritted her teeth tightly, her expression showed no sign of pain, and she continued to glare angrily at Li Rong, who was taking advantage of Gao Yong's stunned state and pressing her "huge balls" against his arm. Although I don't think Gao Yong can extract anything, Bu Renqing really wants to know for what absurd reason her master, the successor of Zhu Xiang Pavilion, betrayed the entire Zhu Xiang Pavilion back then. With the cooperation of the top refining masters of the entire Zhu Xiang Pavilion, at noon, the restraint device Gao Yong requested was also built. In the museum of his world, there are complete dinosaur skeleton exhibits hanging from the ceiling. This restraint device is similar to the frame used to hang skeletons, but upside down, and a bit like a miniature roller coaster. Steel rods, made of unknown precious materials, stand on a human-shaped metal base on the ground. The middle row conforms to the curve of the human spine, and the sides spread out like the limbs of a bound person. The ends of the iron rods are cuffs engraved with Vajra Dharma formations. This device looks simple and unremarkable, but upon closer inspection, the divine light of the simple and unadorned formations is faintly visible, giving it the aura of a great mountain. According to Ming Ziyan's calculation of its strength, it is unknown whether it can restrain a True Immortal of the Ninth Realm, but it is more than enough to restrain a Red Dust Immortal of the Eighth Realm. Although Gao Yong's request was only to build a training frame that could restrain Zhongli Hong. Next, the training frame, which Gao Yong named "Brother Wei," capable of easily training a female beast of the Sixth Realm and enabling her to unleash an ordinary blow comparable to a Ninth Realm True Immortal with immortal energy and practiced true qi, and a special training frame for the buttocks, also stood in the tray as unadorned as an ancient sword. In addition, Gao Yong's "goodies," two nose rings resembling farmers' rakes, also lay menacingly in the tray. There was also a set of steel bone-like shackles, and a set of what looked like steel material, round like Go boards, were also stacked in the tray Gao Yong prepared for "guests," their purpose unknown. Finally, after seeing that the ground tiles and foundation had been blasted open by a "hard" force, Gao Yong added an extra order: a large target, over three meters tall, wearing armor, with arms spread wide, in a human shape. However, the rough outline of the human-shaped target always made Gao Yong feel a sense of familiarity. But that didn't matter. With the "ingredients" ready, it was time to "receive the guest." For Zhongli Hong, who almost inherited the position of Zhu Xiang Pavilion Master and was known as the foremost swordswoman after the Immortal Court's establishment, the Zhu Xiang Pavilion clearly showed great respect. Thirty-two Golden Core stage elite disciples formed a Double Lock Vajra Formation to escort Zhongli Hong. First, her jade arms, bound for thousands of years with the tightly knotted Immortal Binding Ropes, were still tied behind her back. She was taken down from the fire rack without being untied. As she was brought before the torture, her tanned jade arm muscles bulged from the rope loops of the five bindings, exuding an exceptionally intense wildness and a sense of tight restraint. With her jade arms bound behind her back, Zhongli Hong's mature and firm breasts were also firmly restrained by a double-layered yoke. The deep tan, two-layered, rounded yoke trembled heavily with her steps, exuding a strong sense of cruelty. A total of eight Golden Core disciples pulled the Thunderclap Vajra chains, stretching the four corners of the double-layered Thunderclap Wood Yoke, controlling the movements of this foremost swordswoman. Furthermore, her breasts, trapped in the middle of the yoke, were tightly clasped by two spirit-treasure-level golden collars. Delicate golden chains connected them, and two Zhu Xiang Pavilion disciples held the chains outside, controlling her pair of breasts. A total of ten disciples were deployed just to control her breasts. Even so, Zhongli Hong's buttocks could not escape. After being pierced by a probing rod, while this mature female sword cultivator was still weak and frail, Zhu Xiang Pavilion disciples immediately helped her straddle the "Confining Boat"! It was a torture device made of ancient thunderclap wood, with vertical tails at the front and back, a triangular horse saddle in the middle, and a three-pronged torture plank for the buttocks, specifically used to restrain and torture the buttocks of noble female beasts. Four Golden Core disciples carried the plank, which was firmly wedged into Zhongli Hong's buttocks, and then a leather belt, like a chastity belt, was fastened to her hips, preventing her from escaping the training and punishment, yet also showing Bu Renqing's respect for her as the former head disciple, giving her the full treatment. In addition, a delicate and exquisite collar was placed around Bu Renqing's neck, fixed with two silver needles, and then controlled by two Zhu Xiang Pavilion disciples on either side, pulling the silver chains. Eight disciples were assigned to Zhongli Hong's mature and full buttocks. Another two disciples held the chains on her collar, front and back. Four disciples held the waist hoop on her muscular waist in a cross pattern. Eight disciples held her heavy shackles, and her bare, snow-white, tender jade feet were led by a total of thirty-two disciples, surrounding Zhongli Hong like stars embracing the moon. Fortunately, the Sun Moon Hall, where she was to be tortured and interrogated, inherited the spaciousness and grandeur of the cultivation world's courts; otherwise, so many escorts would not have fit. However, with her arms tightly bound behind her back, the heavy Confining Boat firmly wedged into her buttocks, her neck being led by a humiliating collar, and every step controlled by the disciples, Zhongli Hong still exuded an imposing aura. With her mature breasts held firm in the yoke, she walked proudly, silent and unyielding, as she was escorted. Even as she walked barefoot, her deep tan, fiery, firm buttock muscles were so wild and prominent that they dripped with immortal essence, yet she did not even frown. Arriving at the hall ahead of time to meet Gao Yong, Bu Renqing's pupils showed a complex emotion as she looked at Zhongli Hong, who was being escorted under severe torture. However, as the Pavilion Master of Zhu Xiang Pavilion, her responsibility compelled her to maintain a cold expression, forcibly suppressing her emotions, and indifferently saluting Gao Yong with a cupped fist. "The traitorous beast Zhongli Hong has been brought. Hand her over to the master!" Eight more disciplinarians then entered the iron lock formation. Four, wielding circular formations with their true essence fully unleashed, began to discipline Zhongli Hong. One, holding a similar circular formation, focused on her restraints. Another clasped his hands together before the confinement boat, carving a dragon scale, and infused it with true essence. Zhongli Hong's three torture implements within her buttocks immediately erupted with twelve-tenths power. The final two even forced Zhongli Hong to lift her feet slightly, pressing their circular formations against them and commencing their discipline. The stubbornness of a sword cultivator was truly formidable. If it were any other female cultivator, even one at the seventh or eighth realm, subjected to such comprehensive discipline, she would have been panting and wailing incessantly. Yet, despite her mature and stern face trembling slightly from the intense stimulation and discipline, Zhongli Hong gritted her teeth and endured. She strained her bound arms with such force that the immortal-binding ropes dug deep into her arm muscles. Trembling, Zhongli Hong held on, not even letting out a single groan, even until the very end. After a full half-hour of discipline, with her legs trembling violently and going weak, Zhongli Hong was finally laid down. As the confinement boat was released, she knelt on the ground, her firm buttocks riding the boat, spurting precious immortal essence. Her heavily shackled legs heaved violently. However, like Dao Quan, Zhongli Hong's condition, due to excessive discipline, was only about sixty percent of her peak strength. The surging sensation of immortal essence was not as intense as it normally would be, and her reactions were too indifferent, causing Gao Yong's brows to furrow involuntarily. Under his silent gaze, as her strength was completely drained by three consecutive violent thrusts of the Soul Severing Ghost Blade, her delicate body went limp. With dozens of disciples standing guard, those disciples quickly unfastened her heavy shackles and lifted her firm, angular, and fiery buttocks off the confinement boat. Only the shackles on her bare, slightly slender jade feet, the restraint around her core, and the collar were not immediately removed. Over ten disciples from the Zhu Xiang Pavilion clumsily lifted Zhongli Hong's solid torso, while the remaining people continued to hold the chains, laboriously hoisting her onto the body-restraining frame. Such caution demonstrated the immense power of the first hand after the destruction of the Immortal Court. It was no wonder Ming Ziyan and the others overreacted, building a body-restraining frame capable of imprisoning an eighth-realm expert, exceeding Gao Yong's requirements. As Zhongli Hong's body was placed upon it, the iron supports, rising and falling in a row along her back, immediately and completely restrained every segment of her spine. Eight vertical steel hoops on each side firmly gripped her bound upper arms, with two more steel hoops even securing her fingertips. The disciples inserted her fingers into the opened finger cuffs and locked them tightly. Her thighs were also dealt with. The shackles on her feet were finally removed, and then, under the watchful eyes of four guards, her legs were bent, split open like a frog's, and locked onto the eight vertical posts of the leg restraints. Her wet core was shamelessly exposed, awaiting discipline. Her delicate head was propped on a neck bar and secured by a tight band from her forehead. Only then was Zhongli Hong released from her leg restraints, only to be bound by specially crafted, immortal-grade double-layer shackles around her core. These were also supported by vertical posts, restraining her so completely that she couldn't even wiggle. Furthermore, with each closing steel hoop, runes from the Vajra Formation floated above them, creating a scene that was both solemn and magical. After being bound, Zhongli Hong resembled an incredibly sensitive and wild female frog specimen. Her fingers and toes were all fitted with toe cuffs, unable to even wiggle her buttocks. She was fixed on the body-restraining frame, unable to move at all, her core exposed, awaiting cruel interrogation. Yet, even when the silver needle was forcefully pulled out and pierced her core by the disciples, Zhongli Hong remained expressionless, not uttering a sound, not even a groan. Although this scene unfolded as Bu Renqing had predicted, it still caused a look of disappointment to flash in her eyes. Gao Yong, however, was completely unfazed. Like a surgeon engrossed in his work, he personally picked up his two rake-like nose hooks and approached. As Zhongli Hong, with her head held high, coldly closed her eyes and ignored him, he slowly hooked the left hook into the mature female swordswoman's nostril and pulled it upwards, securing the end to the forehead restraint. He then did the same with the right nostril. The rake-like nose hooks shamelessly stretched Zhongli Hong's nostrils wide open, pulling them upwards like a wild boar's nose. This distorted Zhongli Hong's originally stern and dignified mature face into a comical and ugly expression, finally causing her delicate brows to furrow. However, this humiliation was clearly far from enough to make her confess. Under the watchful and concerned eyes of the Zhu Xiang Pavilion disciples, especially Bu Renqing, Gao Yong picked up the stainless steel chess pieces and began to place them on Zhongli Hong's fiery, wild, dark-skinned body. Two pieces on her head, two at her navel, four points in the middle of her eight abdominal muscles, one on her core, three on each of her massive thighs, and two on the soles of her feet. In addition to these regular placements, Gao Yong also irregularly arranged pieces on her jade arms, head, and chest. These were the fruits of his recent enlightenment, combined with the bug-like "Myriad Manifestations Eye" bestowed by Ying Xiyuan, which Gao Yong had developed into a secret discipline technique after his previous encounter with the drunken female sword immortal. He could see the intricate meridians within Zhongli Hong's body. With each placed piece, Zhongli Hong felt a fine thread of lightning strike her meridians. As the "chess game" became more complete, her true essence circulation completely escaped her control. However, for the "Eight Realm Rope Saint," who had "ascended to immortality" in "ancient times," this method did not surprise Zhongli Hong in the slightest. Since she was not surprised, her emotions could not be shaken. After Gao Yong had arranged the pieces on both the front and back of Zhongli Hong, he finally picked up the "Yin" and "Viagra" simultaneously and pressed them against Zhongli Hong's core and buttocks. As Gao Yong's thumbs pressed the fingerprints on the ends of the two immortal artifacts, a miraculous scene unfolded. Dazzling starlight, like a galaxy, was cast by the chess pieces around Zhongli Hong's bound and restrained acupoint-laden body. The trajectory of her true qi circulation was clearly visible within the starry river. As Gao Yong slowly moved his hands holding the dual artifacts, Zhongli Hong's delicate brows could not help but arch again. It was not because the torture was too painful to bear, but rather because it was too comfortable. Moreover, through Gao Yong's almost massage-like discipline, the spirit-gathering formations of the "Yin" and "Viagra" were actually slowly repairing her damaged meridians. "Rope Saint, this intention... oh oh~~~ what is this intention?" As a mature, passionate woman undergoing interrogation, Zhongli Hong found the unbearable, fierce torture more fitting than this tender, nurturing approach. Her fingers, spread open and bound in finger cuffs, twitched slightly in discomfort due to the sudden extreme comfort. Her jade toes, firmly restrained by toe cuffs, curled inwards uncontrollably. Panting, Zhongli Hong couldn't help but ask first. "Of course, it's for interrogation!" Gao Yong replied with a smile and then turned to Ming Ziyan, giving instructions. "Please fetch some more high-grade immortal essence and feed it to Madam Zhongli." Liu Yunjue, her face still cold and silent, followed them into the carriage. The moment she stepped in, a blush of shame and anger rose on her usually frosty, beautiful face. The style of the "Pinnacle Pavilion" was grand and luxurious. Thus, Gao Yong's ground palace was mostly furnished with opulent and expensive millennium redwood furniture, and the artifacts were equally extravagant, predominantly in dark gold. The upper section, which Liu Yunjue had repaired, the "Incense-Burning Pavilion," adopted a simpler style, with a cold blue as the main tone, reminiscent of the Nordic minimalist aesthetic from Gao Yong's world. As for the "Immortal's Embrace Tower," it was entirely in the "Red Romance" style. Red immortal stones hung from the ceiling, bathing the entire carriage in a rosy hue. The six decorative panels on the walls featured white marble bases, upon which were displayed six female cultivators, each at the fifth-realm Nascent Soul stage, equivalent to sect leaders or grand elders in major sects. They were bound nakedly as decorations. One could see female cultivators, each a minor celebrity in the cultivation world, their arms bound behind their backs with a complex weave of mithril silk and immortal-binding hemp, creating a dazzling rope that constricted their breasts. Like mercury, their luminous bindings were embedded in their ivory-smooth, snow-white skin. The bindings held their six pairs of similarly sized breasts high, and their twelve rosy nipples, adorned with nipple bells, were pointed skyward. The six female experts' hair was uniformly styled into high ponytails. Half of each ponytail was embedded into the marble background, while the other half was exposed. Mithril-colored, glittering eye coverings veiled their beautiful eyes, and mithril nose hooks adorned their high-bridged noses. Below, mithril-colored gag balls and leather completely concealed the lower half of their pretty faces and chins, also embedded into the background, forcing the six women to hold their chins high. Their firm waists were also bound to the background with glittering mithril waist cinchers. Pairs of perfectly sculpted buttocks were fitted into the background panels, with ornate mithril dildos inserted, their ends curving forward to display their glistening anuses and urethral openings, fully exposed and adorned with decorative lights. Their twelve fleshy thighs were split upwards at a high angle. Their upper thighs, knees, and ankles, as well as their big toes, were bound to the marble background with mithril-colored straps. Their two bare feet were beautifully bound on either side of the six women's heads. These six female cultivators, capable of flying and遁地 (fleeing underground), and holding considerable status, were now displayed like specimens on the wall as mere decorations, their breasts and anuses exposed. Unable to move, their bound hands behind their backs, the intense sense of humiliation and sadism made Liu Yunjue subconsciously identify with them. The thought of being treated like these animalistic objects after being imprisoned and enslaved sent a shiver of extreme, bestial humiliation through her, causing her fists, hanging at her sides, to clench until her knuckles cracked. "Ancestor Rope Saint, Senior Sword Absolute, please be seated!" The tea set and table also bore the distinctive mark of the "Immortal's Embrace Tower." Three Nascent Soul stage female cultivators, their arms bound behind their backs, their heads completely encased in mithril hoods, revealing only their noses adorned with hooked nose rings, pulled taut to open their nostrils, were naked. Their bodies were arched backward in a U-shape, like dancers. Their three pairs of breasts were held high, supporting a crystal-clear, transparent round tabletop. Their six bright red, stiff nipples perfectly fit into the recessed pits of the ten-thousand-year-old transparent crystal tabletop. The three women's waists were bound to the central table pillar with a band of soft, mithril-plated immortal leather. Their protruding buttocks were perfectly fitted into the branches that spread out like tree limbs, with three upward-pointing dildos pressing tightly against their anal openings and urethras. Their six bare feet, soles facing upward, were bound by their ankles and toes with mithril immortal beast leather straps to the stone base on the ground, rendering them completely immobile. Their anal openings and anuses, agitated by the pleasure array within, were unable to move, and they couldn't help but tremble intensely and rapidly. There were also three real leather chairs. The leg rests of the long seat supported a pair of snow-white, soft, pear-shaped buttocks. Their anal openings and urethras were tightly plugged with short dildos. Their two bare feet were delicately and tenderly embedded in the armrests, allowing the seated person to place their hands on their soles. Two large breasts extended from the waist, acting as soft and firm lumbar support. Xun Guan, as a female beast, was not qualified to sit. As a maid respectfully bowed, Gao Yong handed over the leash attached to her large buttocks. Xun Guan, unwillingly, was led and hopped to a large, circular dog bed, where she lay down like a shameful bitch. Her hands, bound firmly to her large buttocks, were brought together as she curled up on her side. However, after a few twists, she found it quite comfortable. This woman, a former general, no longer cared about the humiliation of lying naked in a dog bed like a bitch. She sprawled out and began to enjoy it. Gao Yong also sat on a specially made chair, his thighs resting on the soft buttocks, his back against the breasts. To be honest, as soon as he sat down, the female cultivator within the seat immediately began to serve him. Her securely bound, soft buttocks writhed, massaging his thighs, while her soft breasts twisted, massaging his waist. Indeed, the sensation was quite comfortable.