The Adventure of the Woman in Bondage

Two days prior, within a dilapidated tiled house flanking an ancient temple, a fair-faced maiden clad in purple sat with a furrowed brow. Upon closer inspection, it was evident that the girl's body was securely bound by an iron chain. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back, and the chains were wrapped several times around her arms, pulling them upwards. The chains then extended to her neck, winding around it a few times before securing her arms and torso, rendering her upper body completely immobile and causing significant discomfort. She struggled intermittently, but the only result was the clinking of chains, utterly futile. "Sister, the meal is ready!" A cheerful voice called from outside the door, and a maiden in green bustled in, carrying several dishes. Seeing the green-clad girl enter, the purple-clad maiden sighed helplessly. "How many times have I told you, a woman must maintain her composure and not always be so boisterous!" The green-clad girl placed the dishes on the table and said with a grin, "I know, Senior Sister. How many times have you told me?" "If you knew, you wouldn't have lost the key!" "Alright! Senior Sister, it's my fault. Let's eat first! Here, I'll feed you, ah..." The green-clad girl, still with a playful smile, brought the prepared food to her Senior Sister's mouth. The Senior Sister opened her mouth slightly, accepting the food. After a few bites, she thought, *This little one's cooking has improved considerably this month.* "Hey, hey! Senior Sister, how does it taste!" "Mmm!" The Senior Sister nodded. "It's good. I just wonder if you've been slacking off in your training this month." "Don't worry, Senior Sister. Until I find Master and he resolves the chains on you, I will definitely train hard to protect you!" The green-clad girl clenched her small fists, her expression earnest, appearing endearingly naive. "You always know what to say!"

"Vile wretch, if my senior sister weren't tied up, you'd never be her match!" Su Ruoyan protested indignantly. "Shut your mouth. We're not like you martial folk. All's fair in war, and capturing you is our general's prowess," a man with a lewd, overgrown mustache interjected before Ling Yao could speak. Meanwhile, Lin Kaorou was also bound. Her upper body remained as before, but her lower legs and knees were secured by two special ox-tendon ropes, and her ankles were shackled with iron cuffs spaced twenty centimeters apart. Several men escorted the two beauties to a prisoner transport cart. This cart was unlike any other; it was sealed on all sides with iron plates, lacking any bars, and featured only a small window on its iron door. It required three horses to move. "Get them inside!" a soldier commanded, unlocking the heavy iron lock on the cart's door. Seeing the cart, Lin Kaorou inwardly despaired. *What to do? If we're locked in there, escaping will be incredibly difficult. No, I must find a way.* "Senior sister, I'm sorry. If I hadn't been a burden..." Xiao Yan blamed herself. Her senior sister could have escaped even if she couldn't win alone; it was her fault for distracting her and getting them captured. Lin Kaorou shook her head. "Xiao Yan, get ready. We're escaping!" "Ah! What!" Xiao Yan exclaimed, startled by her senior sister's words. Then, joy surged through her. *Could it be that Senior Sister only pretended to be captured? Yes, it must be! How could someone as cautious as Senior Sister be distracted and caught?* "Hey! What are you two whispering about? Hurry up and get in!" two soldiers shoved the two beautiful women, shouting. Just then, the situation took a drastic turn. Lin Kaorou suddenly attacked, her legs snapping the ropes and chains binding them. Before the two soldiers escorting her could react, Lin Kaorou's whip-like kick struck them, sending them flying over ten meters away, seemingly beyond survival. "My apologies!" Lin Kaorou sighed inwardly. Simultaneously, she swept a leg forward, and a boot flew off her foot. The soldier escorting Su Ruoyan was struck by the boot and immediately knocked unconscious. Lin Kaorou's perfectly slender, elegant feet were now revealed. Her feet were as white as if carved from translucent mutton-fat jade. Upon closer inspection, one could even see the faint tracery of veins. Her five toes were tightly clenched. Two of her toes held a small razor blade. With a light tap of her foot on the ground, she moved to Xiao Yan's side. A sweep of her elegant leg, and Xiao Yan felt her bindings loosen as all the ropes were severed. "Xiao Yan, hurry and go!"

The new official's reign began with a bang, and his subordinates, fearing they might get burned, dared not disobey. They first inspected the outermost area. There wasn't much to see here, mostly ordinary criminals. These prisoners weren't even shackled, just haphazardly locked together. It was obvious Xiao Yan and the others wouldn't be held here, so Yang Hu hurried past. Next, they descended to the next level, the D-class cells. The inmates here were different from those above; they were all people who had committed grave offenses. There were far fewer people on this level than the one above. The inmates were all desperate fugitives, so they were mostly held one to a cell. Clearly, Xiao Yan and the others couldn't be on this level either. Wasting no more time, Yang Hu rushed to the next level down, the C-class cells. This level was much stricter, holding only death row inmates. Each person was shackled and chained, and the guards weren't in small groups but patrolled every few cells. Yang Hu suspected Xiao Yan and the others might be on this level, so he slowed his pace, meticulously examining each cell. Unfortunately, after nearly an hour of searching every cell, he found not a single woman on this level, let alone Xiao Yan and the others. That meant they could only be on the next level down, the B-class cells. His subordinates led Yang Hu deeper into the prison. The further they went, the darker it became, the colder the temperature, and the quieter it grew. They passed through a long, narrow corridor and finally arrived at the B-class cells. The security on this level was on an entirely different scale compared to the one above. The cells on the previous level were at least made of iron bars, allowing a clear view of the inmates. However, this level housed prisoners in completely enclosed cells. Apart from a ventilation grate on the large iron door of each cell, there was no way to see inside. Furthermore, each cell was guarded by two jailers, watching over them twenty-four hours a day. Through the introductions of his subordinates, Yang Hu learned that this level held martial arts experts from the jianghu. Any one of them could cause chaos in the prison if released. The people held here were extremely dangerous, and once incarcerated, they were essentially imprisoned for life. Yang Hu nodded and, feigning experience, casually opened the ventilation grate of a cell. He saw a woman in tattered clothes locked inside. Her hair was a mess, but it couldn't conceal her exquisite face. Her prison uniform was torn in many places, exposing a generous portion of her full, rounded breasts. Her hands were not visible, as she was bound tightly with thick black ropes, her arms clearly held behind her back. In addition to the dense rope bindings, several chains extended from the wall behind her, tightly securing her delicate body and fastening her firmly to the wall. Her feet were also shackled, each foot secured by a manacle embedded in the floor. The woman sensed she was being watched and her beautiful eyes snapped to Yang Hu.

With her upper body bound, the two brothers pressed a lever beside the torture bed. The chains that extended from the sides of the bed slowly retracted back into it. As the chains on the sides disappeared, Qiu Hanyue was forced to lie down. But were the two brothers kind enough to stop there? Of course not. After Qiu Hanyue was completely laid down, the chains on the sides continued to retract, tightening the restraints on her body as they did. "What... what are they doing? It... it hurts so much. It feels like all my bones are going to shatter. My breathing..." Qiu Hanyue's face flushed red with pain. Only one thought echoed in her mind: why are they treating me like this? Did... did I really kill Gao Qiu? "Mmm... mmm... (Let me go!)" Qiu Hanyue cried out helplessly in her heart. Were she and her mother truly going to die in this hellhole? The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became, and two streams of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. "Look, brother, she's crying!" said the smaller of the two binders. "Is it tied too tight?" "Don't be a busybody. Lord Gao ordered us to tie her as tight as possible. She's a martial arts master, and with Mr. Song here, she won't die," said the larger binder. The smaller one listened. Though he felt a pang of pity, he said no more. Besides the chains, there were several iron shackles by the torture bed. While they were talking, they fastened three large iron shackles around Qiu Hanyue's neck, below her chest, and around her tightly chained abdomen. After securing them, they took a larger crank and, with a [REDACTED] of the torture bed, tightened these shackles until they could be tightened no further. This way, her upper body was completely immobilized. Next was her lower body. Since Gao Qiu had suffered greatly from her legs, he had specifically emphasized that her legs must also be dealt with meticulously. The binding method for her legs was similar to the rest of her body, starting with the iron chains from the torture bed. However, more chains were used on her legs, starting from her thighs all the way to her ankles, a total of eight layers of chains, using sixteen chains. With such dense binding, even a celestial being couldn't break free. After binding, they tightened them as before, securing Qiu Hanyue's beautiful legs firmly to the torture bed, and then locked them down with four large iron shackles. "Wuwu... wuwu..." This binding was too brutal. Even a condemned prisoner wouldn't be tied like this. Although Qiu Hanyue was a martial arts master, her true abilities manifested in another personality. This current personality was only slightly stronger than an ordinary woman. This binding had already taken half her life, making her wish for death. "My beauty, wait a moment. I'll give you one last safeguard, and then we'll be done," the taller binder said with a sinister grin. What, there's more... This truly brought tears to the beauty's eyes. Where else on her body could she be bound? Qiu Hanyue was both enraged and heartbroken. However, what they brought this time was not ropes or shackles, but a pair of shoes. These shoes were strange, not flat like ordinary shoes, but with very high heels, as if propped up by pillars. "These come from the Western Regions, called high heels. You've never seen them before, have you, beauty? I'll put them on your tender little feet now." Qiu Hanyue frowned slightly. But after all, they were just shoes. Her bare feet were a little cold, and perhaps wearing them would warm them up. However, this thought was quickly extinguished. When the binder put the shoes on her feet, she realized how naive her thoughts had been. At first, there was nothing when the shoes were on her feet. But then the binder activated a mechanism on the shoes. Suddenly, Qiu Hanyue felt something pierce her feet. The pain made her break out in a cold sweat. But after a while, the pain disappeared, and her entire feet became incredibly itchy. "Mmm... mmm... Ah..." Qiu Hanyue's beautiful eyes widened, her face turning bright red. Her soles were unbearably itchy, as if countless ants were crawling on them. She couldn't help but want to laugh, but her mouth was sealed, and her laughter only turned into a series of mmm sounds. Her feet, the only part of her body that could move slightly, twitched constantly, trying desperately to shake off the shoes. But with her ankles firmly locked by chains and shackles, such a small movement was utterly incapable of dislodging these high-heeled shoes, which were clearly a size smaller than her own feet. Perhaps to make her even more desperate, the binder tied the straps of the high heels to her ankles, making her completely abandon any hope of removing them. "Mr. Song really has a way. He thought of putting silver needles in the shoes. With these shoes, even if this vixen has strong leg techniques, as long as her feet touch the ground, she'll be made to wish for death." "Heh heh, beauty, you stay here and suffer for now. Brother will be leaving. Oh, and here's a piece of advice, remember it well: it's best not to move your feet. The more you move them, the itchier they'll become. Hahahaha!" With that, the two men left the cell.

The boss glanced at Qiu Hanyue's slender, beautiful legs, bound tightly by layers of chains. In the center of these chains, there seemed to be a release buckle. These buckles indicated that Miss Qiu's jade legs could be spread apart, but it wouldn't be easy to unlock them; a special mechanism would be needed to open the buckles. "Look for the mechanism. Can we spread the beauty's legs apart?" Qiu Hanyue was not unconscious at this moment. Her body was simply rendered incredibly sensitive by the torment, making her wish for death but unable to achieve it. Hearing their conversation, a sliver of hope ignited within her. These two didn't know where the mechanism was. If they were lucky, perhaps they would stumble upon another switch by chance, loosening these chains a little. The two searched the hard steel bed for a while and actually found a switch. "Brother, is this it?" "Who cares if it is or not? Pull it and see." The boss was impatient. He pressed the small lever. After a moment, nothing changed. "What the hell? Is this useless?" As the two wondered what this mechanism was for, they were unaware that Qiu Hanyue on the steel bed was already half-dead from the torment. It turned out that this lever was not a switch to spread her legs apart, nor was it a loosening switch. It was a tightening switch. Because the chains were already bound extremely, extremely tightly, to the point where they couldn't be tightened any further, the slight changes were not noticed by the two. But it was agony for Qiu Hanyue. She could barely even make a muffled sound now. "Huh? Why did this chick go quiet?" The two were still puzzled. If they had removed the blindfold from her eyes, they might have noticed her eyes rolling back. This mechanism was designed by Gao Qiu specifically to facilitate her torment. If it wasn't turned off, the shackles would continuously tighten. "You two idiots, if you don't loosen this soon, I'm going to die here," Qiu Hanyue cursed inwardly. Unfortunately, only a faint muffled sound escaped her lips. As the shackles tightened further, her body, altered by the drugs, began to succumb. "Pfft..." Her magnificent breasts heaved more violently, and a large amount of milk flowed from her chest. Her pussy also gushed with copious amounts of nectar, her entire body becoming increasingly decadent. The two couldn't figure out what was happening to the woman, but they only knew that their own bodies were overcome with lust.

"Sister Yao!" she exclaimed, rushing over. The person in the innermost cell was indeed Ling Yao, but her current appearance was a stark contrast to her former heroic spirit. She was slumped against the corner of the cell, bound tightly by dense and sturdy chains. Her hands were forcibly pulled behind her back, clasped together, and locked with a cylindrical iron shackle. Each elbow was also cuffed, with a rod extending from each shackle towards the center, forming a T-shape that rigidly fixed her arms. Two ropes were tied around her bare, delicate body, cinching her breasts in two places. Her already full, round breasts were forced to bulge, and on her tender, ripe nipples, two nipple rings with small chains were pierced through. The other ends of the chains were locked together, and another chain connected them, then led down to her most private place, connecting to a restraint ring that pierced her clitoris. In this Y-shaped configuration, any slight struggle would tug at her nipples and vulva, preventing her from making any large movements, lest she suffer unbearable pain. Of course, to deal with a martial arts master like Ling Yao, the restraints couldn't be so simple. On the wall behind her, a thick chain with a shackle was fastened around her neck, and other chains extended from the wall, binding her body tightly. These chains were as thick as an adult's thigh, and their sturdiness was self-evident. Three such heavy chains were used to bind Ling Yao securely, leaving her no possibility of escape. Not only that, but on top of these restraints, there were fine silk threads, as thin as fishing line, woven into nets that covered her entire body. These were Soul-Binding Silks, very precious but highly effective against martial arts experts. Without internal energy, any struggle using only her physical strength would cause these fine threads to slice into her body like sharp blades. With her body secured, her legs were also shackled by large iron chains extending from the wall, locking her ankles. The restraint rings at the ends of the chains were tightly fastened. Ling Yao's legs were spread and locked, but the restraints on her body weighed at least several hundred pounds. Now, even if her legs could move, with her martial arts sealed, she wouldn't be able to walk more than a few steps. Seeing her in such a miserable state, Linglong felt a pang of heartache and rushed over with a cry. Ling Yao heard the sound and slightly lifted her head. Seeing that it was Linglong, she was greatly surprised. "Ling... you... why are you here?" Linglong smiled and began to untie the two ropes around Ling Yao's chest. "Don't you remember, Sister Yao? I said I wouldn't abandon you." Upon hearing this, Ling Yao's expression didn't show any happiness. "I won't go with you. If I leave, my family will be in danger." "Listen to me, Sister Yao, the Ling Manor has already sold you..." Linglong quickly told her everything. Ling Yao was greatly shocked upon hearing this. "How could this be? Grandmother is dead, and... my mother has also been captured!" "That's right. Only you can save Madam now. I know where she is imprisoned, but the restraints are too tight and too strong. I can't save her." As she spoke, Linglong had already untied the two ropes constricting Ling Yao's chest, but she was helpless against the chains on her body. Ling Yao calmed her turbulent emotions and looked at Linglong, who was busy working on her. Her feelings were complex. This person was the instigator of all this; the death of Old Madam Ling and the imprisonment of Qiu Hanyue were all because of her. Yet, Ling Yao had grown up with her and couldn't bring herself to hate her. "It's useless. These chains are made of refined gold. You can't unlock them," Ling Yao said.

"You two, get out. I want to interrogate this female assassin alone." Mu Ziyou dismissed her two subordinates and locked the door to prevent any interruptions. Once she confirmed they were alone, she removed the gag from Zhao Yutong's mouth and asked, "Speak. Where is that man hiding?" "Hoo... you mean Brother Yang? What are you looking for him for? You're not planning to capture him, are you?" Zhao Yutong licked her lips, asking with a hint of unease. "I just want the two of you to leave. You're no match for Lin Kaorou on your own." "Hmph, you've tied me up like this, how can I trust you?" Zhao Yutong struggled, expressing her dissatisfaction. As soon as she spoke, she felt a coolness in her palm. An object landed in her hand. Zhao Yutong instinctively gripped it and looked up to see a key. "This is the key to your shackles. With your skills, even bound like this, it shouldn't be difficult to free yourself. Now, do you trust me?" "How do I know this key isn't fake?" "You can try it, but I'll have to re-shackle you afterward. It's not time for you to escape yet." Zhao Yutong tested the key. It was indeed real, and the shackles on her hands loosened slightly. However, Mu Ziyou quickly tightened them again. She wriggled her delicate body with a hint of displeasure and said, "Alright, I don't know what you're planning, but I'll trust you this once. Come a little closer." Zhao Yutong whispered a few words into Mu Ziyou's ear, causing her expression to change drastically. "What? He's in Lin Kaorou's cell?" "Shh! Keep your voice down, walls have ears," Zhao Yutong urged anxiously. Mu Ziyou regained her composure and scoffed, "Hmph, you're too bold. That man can't even fight. How could he possibly untie the ropes binding Lin Kaorou? And Lin Kaorou is only fed once every three days. He'll be half-dead from starvation by then." "Yes... I didn't think it through. Sister Mu, you're the kindest. You must save Brother Yang." "I have my ways. But before that, you need to stay put. I'll let you both go when the time is right." "I understand, Sister Mu. I promise to be good," Zhao Yutong said, sticking out her tongue playfully. Mu Ziyou then had her open her mouth and reinserted the gag before leaving.

"Damn these court lackeys, they've really sealed this place tight. Poor Lord Qingluo." Though the locks were secure, she observed they were all ordinary. With enough time, she could pick any of them. However, many of the locks were rusted, making her lock-picking journey arduous. Others might have been stumped, but she wasn't just any assassin. Within the Dark Night Pavilion, her lock-picking skills were unparalleled. "Crack, snap!" She proceeded to violently dismantle the locks, her speed even surpassing Yang Hu's key-based unlocking. With the door locks dealt with, the iron chains binding the cell door automatically loosened and fell to the ground. Mu Ziyou pushed the cell door open with force. Inside, a peerlessly beautiful figure leaned against a large bronze pillar in the cell. Two thick iron chains extended from either side of the pillar, piercing directly through the woman's fair, tender collarbones. Her body was tightly bound by a net of barbed wire, its barbs digging in. Her legs were forced apart, and her ankles were shackled by two restraints extending from the floor, forcing her into an inverted Y-shaped standing posture. "Qing... Lord Qingluo!" Mu Ziyou's cold, beautiful face showed a rare flicker of excitement. Ye Qingluo heard someone call her name and opened her alluring eyes, looking curiously at the beauty at the cell door. "And who might you be?" "Lord Qingluo, have you forgotten me? I'm Ziyou. You were the one who brought me to the Dark Night Pavilion." Mu Ziyou said, her voice trembling with emotion. Ye Qingluo tilted her head. She had been imprisoned here for nearly twenty years. Although her appearance remained that of a beautiful sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, she couldn't recall events from twenty years ago. "Then, are you here to save me?" "Yes, Pavilion Master. I've been undercover here for two years, waiting for this very moment." As she spoke, Mu Ziyou swiftly moved to Ye Qingluo's side. She tried to help Ye Qingluo undo her restraints, but as her hand touched the rope, she was instantly cut by the sharp barbs, blood flowing freely. "Damn it, these are so sharp." Mu Ziyou never expected these thin barbs to be so sharp. After all her efforts, not only could she not free Ye Qingluo, but she had also injured her own hands. Reluctantly, she had to find another way. This barbed wire rope had no knots; it seemed to be welded at some point. If she could find the welding point, perhaps she could break free. "Stop, these restraints are not something you can undo," Ye Qingluo said. "No, my lord, I won't give up," Mu Ziyou replied stubbornly. Ye Qingluo suddenly stared at her and said, "Do you really think I can't escape?" "What? My lord, you..." Ye Qingluo nodded and smiled, "That's right. The moment they opened the cell door that day, my power began to recover. However, there were still some interesting things waiting for me here, and I didn't want to leave yet." Mu Ziyou was filled with disbelief. However, she saw several broken iron balls on the ground. These were likely used to gag prisoners, but they were now destroyed. Looking closely, they appeared to have been bitten and shattered, with faint teeth marks. Since there was no one else here, it was certain she had bitten them. This meant Ye Qingluo wasn't lying; she could indeed escape. "Then... then why haven't you left, Pavilion Master!" Ye Qingluo glanced at her, "My power hasn't fully recovered yet. I had planned to leave in a few more days, but now that you've broken the cell door, they'll likely come looking for me soon." Mu Ziyou realized she had ruined Ye Qingluo's plans. She had pretended to be captured and bound in this prison for over two years, constantly trying to find Ye Qingluo's whereabouts, but with no success. It wasn't until yesterday that she suddenly sensed Ye Qingluo's aura, prompting her to break free and come to rescue her. What she didn't know was that the entire cell where Ye Qingluo was held was specially made. It was filled with various potent drugs like bone-loosening powder, aphrodisiacs, and power-dissolving powder, all designed to target martial arts experts. The cell door was also sealed in a special way to prevent these toxic fumes from escaping, all to suppress Ye Qingluo's power. However, unfortunately, when Yang Hu came yesterday and opened the cell door, a large portion of these suppressing drugs and aphrodisiacs escaped. Furthermore, after Lin Kaorou's escape last time, the guards in the Class A prison cells were all executed. The current guards were new and unaware that when visiting Ye Qingluo and leaving her cell, they were supposed to add bone-loosening powder, power-dissolving powder, and aphrodisiacs to the cell to prevent her escape. This allowed Ye Qingluo to slowly begin recovering her power. It was the faint aura of this recovered power that Mu Ziyou sensed, leading to her escape and her search for Ye Qingluo. However, after being confined for so long, these specially made aphrodisiacs and power-dissolving powders had almost seeped into Ye Qingluo's body, causing her recovery to be slow. If Mu Ziyou hadn't arrived, her power would likely have reached its peak within a week, allowing her to escape at her leisure. But now that Mu Ziyou had opened the cell door, it meant that as soon as the guards returned, she would be discovered. "I... I'm sorry, Pavilion Master. I didn't know it would be like this..." "It's alright. I understand. Since you've been undercover here for over two years, you must have been eager to escape. I don't blame you." A sinister smile spread across Ye Qingluo's exquisite face. "But as you can see now, with my current power, I can't undo these restraints. So, the next thing awaiting me will be even more severe confinement."

"Let's get this over with quickly, don't disturb me. Seeing your faces makes me sick. Finish up and get out." As she said this, her gaze kept flicking towards Yang Hu, her meaning clear. "Hahahaha, the beauty is tied up like this, and she still has such a sharp tongue. I like it. Did you hear that, everyone below? Lady Lin has agreed. What are you waiting for?" Yang Hu gritted his teeth, clenching his fists tightly. But thinking that only by leaving could he save Lin Kaorou, he forced himself to suppress his rage, turned, and picked up the box from the ground. Walking up to Lin Kaorou, he whispered, "I'm sorry, Lady Lin!" Lin Kaorou's cheeks flushed, and she merely nodded slightly. Yang Hu's hands trembled as he lifted the almost transparent gauze wrapped around Lin Kaorou's chest. A pair of snow-white, perfectly round jade breasts were instantly exposed before him. The unique scent of a young girl mixed with a faint milky aroma wafted into his nostrils. Yang Hu couldn't help but tremble slightly and quickly shifted his gaze to the box, rummaging through it. He picked up a tool that looked like pliers. This was for opening the nipple clamps. Lady Lin's nipples were tightly bound by two clamps, and this was the only way to open them. "I'm starting," Yang Hu whispered. Lin Kaorou didn't reply, merely closing her eyes. Immediately, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. The unlocking tool had clamped onto the nipple clamp and was slowly pulling it open. The nipple clamps were indeed very tight. Even with the tool, it took Yang Hu quite some time to open one. At this moment, a deep clamp mark was left around the base of Lin Kaorou's nipple. As soon as the restraint was released, her chest, which had been feeling tight and swollen, seemed to find release. Suddenly, a stream of white, fragrant milk spurted out, spraying onto Yang Hu's face. Yang Hu froze, but noticed that although Lin Kaorou's eyes were tightly shut, her originally snow-white neck had turned red. It was clear she was very shy. "Damn it, they dare to humiliate Lady Lin like this. I'll kill them all," Yang Hu cursed inwardly. But he still had to continue. He took out something resembling a breast cup and placed it on Lin Kaorou's nipples. "Mmm..." Her breasts were still too sensitive. Even though the effect of the lactation stimulant had been greatly reduced by the previous sucking, the residual effect still made Lin Kaorou let out a soft moan. The cup covering her nipples acted like a suction device, continuously drawing out the enticing milk, which flowed into a small jar Yang Hu held in his other hand. "Mmm~" Their breathing gradually deepened. Yang Hu felt the plumpness in his hands becoming hotter and hotter, while the girl's breathing seemed to carry a deadly allure, lingering around his nose. He involuntarily turned his gaze to Lin Kaorou's face. At some point, Lady Lin had also opened her eyes and was quietly watching him. Her pale pink lips, her delicate nose, and her eyes, deep and radiant like stars... she was breathtakingly beautiful. Looking at this otherworldly, peerless immortal face, Yang Hu, as if possessed, couldn't help but press his lips against hers. "Mmph..." This time, not only Lin Kaorou, but even the guards watching from above were stunned. "What's going on? Is this kid tired of living? He dares to lay hands on this demoness." "Haha, looks like we'll have to find someone else next time. But to die in the embrace of a flower, even as a ghost, one would be romantic. To enjoy such a beautiful woman, it's worth dying for. I'm actually a little envious of this kid." The guards below stared with wide eyes, unable to resist mocking.

Just as she thought this, another guard suddenly embraced Zhao Yutong from behind, one hand grabbing her breast, the other pulling her silky hair in front of his face to inhale greedily. He sneered, "Little sister, you just want to seduce us into unlocking your shackles, and then kill us both to escape, right? Too bad, we're not that stupid." "Pfft!" Hearing their words, Zhao Yutong couldn't help but laugh. "What are you laughing at?" one guard asked, puzzled. "I'm laughing at how naive you two big brothers are!" Zhao Yutong chuckled. "Actually... even like this, I can still kill you both." The two guards exchanged a glance upon hearing this, then burst into laughter. The guard touching Zhao Yutong's soft chest looked at her hands, which were almost entirely bound by chains. He reached out and fiddled with the locks, the metal clanging as he laughed, "Kill us! Little sister, your joke is too funny. Look at yourself now. Not to mention other places, just binding your hands took us six Xuan Iron chains. These aren't ordinary Xuan Iron chains, but forged from thousand-year-old cold iron from the extreme north, incredibly precious. A single one is enough to subdue any renowned martial arts master in the jianghu, let alone six. Moreover, these restraints were personally applied by Elder Xuanwu. Not only are they incredibly strong, but they completely suppress the meridians in your hands, leaving you powerless even if you have strength." The other guard, who was toying with the sole of Zhao Yutong's foot, also laughed, "Indeed. Besides these chains, the ones on your wrists are the most venomous 'Bone-Binding Locks' in the jianghu. If you dare to struggle, you'll wish you were dead. Even the formidable Lin Kaorou is now shackled with these and is obediently bound in the lowest dungeon. How could you possibly break free? And this is just the binding on your hands... let alone..." Seeing that she wasn't afraid, he caressed Zhao Yutong's bound legs, "Do you know what is binding your legs and body?" "Oh? And what might that be?" To their disappointment, Zhao Yutong's face still held a faint smile, her expression calm, as if she weren't the one bound. "Heh heh, little sister is quite composed. But don't be scared by what's next. The locks on your legs are the 'Life-and-Death Chains' forged by the Blood Demon Sect of the ancient demonic path. Once these chains are bound to you, they not only absorb your inner energy, but the joints will slowly disappear. After forty-nine days, they will burrow into your flesh and blood, becoming inseparable from you, hence the name Life-and-Death Chains. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll be accompanied by these restraints for the rest of your life." "Hahaha, exactly, exactly. You're all tied up like this, tell us, how exactly are you going to kill us?" "Ha... Are you done talking? Sorry, you were talking so much I almost fell asleep and didn't hear much. But if you ask me how I'm going to kill you..." Zhao Yutong yawned, her face wearing the same smile as always. She slowly shifted her tightly bound legs, stretching out her beautiful legs, which were still being played with by the guards, and pointed her toes towards his brow. With a calm smile, she said, "Like this..." As soon as she finished speaking, a steel needle shot out from between her tender, jade-like toes, piercing through the brow of the guard still playing with her delicate foot. A trickle of blood flowed from his head, and he fell straight down, dead before he could even grunt.

A drop of water fell from the dim prison cell, landing on Qiu Hanyue's upturned, delicate nose. She slowly woke, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, her beautiful eyes slowly opening. "Where... where is this?" she looked around. The place was very dark, with only a few torches stuck in the walls. "So... so painful..." Just then, the sharp pain from all over her body yanked her back to reality. At the same time, her memories from before flooded her mind, and Qiu Hanyue instantly became fully alert. "Mmm..." She tried to move her body, but a strong sense of constriction came from all over. Only then did she realize her body was tightly bound. Ropes mercilessly tightened around her entire body. The ropes binding her were thin, like lamp wicks, made of golden thread. Though thin, these ropes were incredibly strong. Qiu Hanyue's hands were bound tightly behind her back. Two thin ropes passed under her delicate, slender shoulders, looping around her back. Several coils were wrapped around each upper arm, tied in a death knot. Then, they were pulled taut behind her back, binding her two jade arms tightly. At the most crucial knot, a large shackle was used to prevent her from breaking free. Her upper arms were bound so tightly that her forearms couldn't be spared. For these two beautiful yet dangerous hands, the binding couldn't be too loose. Several golden threads were wrapped around her slender,藕-like forearms, like a silkworm spinning a cocoon, layer upon layer, densely wound. She didn't know how many times they were wrapped, all the way to her wrists. After several complex death knots were tied, sturdy iron shackles were fastened. Her entire arms were bound, glittering gold, quite a sight. While it looked good to outsiders, the great beauty Qiu Hanyue was extremely uncomfortable. This kind of binding was naturally very tight. For an ordinary person, their hands might be ruined. Although Qiu Hanyue wouldn't be crippled, her blood circulation was truly impaired, and her wrists were already faintly tinged with purple. The binding of her hands was not loose, but that wasn't all. Another long iron chain extended from the back of her neck, crossing down over her two full, jade breasts, and locked behind her back, securing her arms to her body. The remaining length of the chain then intertwined and bound her abdomen, forming intricate rope nets. Another rope passed under her lower abdomen, pressing against her vulva, before returning behind her and locking onto the iron shackles at her wrists. The great beauty Qiu Hanyue's hands, even if they moved slightly, would pull on the ropes below. The binding method was quite insidious, but this was only the binding on her body. While the binding on her body was extremely secure, the restraint on her legs could not be described with just the word "tight." Her legs were not bound together. Instead, one jade foot was on the ground, secured by a shackle connected to the floor. Her ankles and toes were also locked to the ground. Her other beautiful leg was raised high, her long, slender, fair leg lifted until her ankle was above her head. Then, a shackle was fastened to her ankle, and one end of the chain was connected to the ceiling, forcing her to stand in this split position in the heavily guarded prison. "Mmm..." In this position, her lower body was wide open. Her tightly constricted jade vulva was leaking thin streams of unknown liquid, staining the ropes. Qiu Hanyue's face turned ashen. She remembered her previous experience of being captured by Gao Qiu and imprisoned in a secret dungeon. This time seemed to be just as terrible. Her mouth was also stuffed tightly with something. Layers of black cloth were wrapped around her alluring red lips, tied in a death knot behind her head, preventing her from spitting out the contents of her mouth. "Gag... oh... huff... huff..." The thing in her mouth was stuffed too deep, possibly reaching her throat. She felt a wave of nausea, and her breathing was very labored. As time passed, the black cloth slowly became soaked with her saliva. "Heh heh, little girl, you're awake!" Suddenly, an old voice echoed in the prison cell. "Mmm..." Qiu Hanyue was startled by the sudden sound. There was someone else here. She turned her head and saw an old man with white beard and hair. He was filthy, as if he hadn't bathed in a long time. His hands were locked on either side by chains. He squinted his eyes and leered at Qiu Hanyue. "Wuwu..." Qiu Hanyue tensed. She couldn't move at all. What if this old man came over? As if sensing her emotions, the old man chuckled, "Don't be nervous, little girl. My legs are crippled, I won't do anything to you." "However, to receive such severe treatment, it seems you are no ordinary person."

"Brother Yang, is that you?" "Hmm?" Hearing the voice, Yang Hu's face lit up with joy. "Sister Yutong!" He looked to the side and discovered a hidden iron door. It turned out this was a prison cell, and the two guards just now were the jailers. The key in his hand was for this cell door. Yang Hu quickly opened it and found Zhao Yutong locked inside. She was seen with her hands raised high, shackled to the wall by a thick iron cuff. Restraints were also locked onto her body, securing her to the prison walls. "Wait a moment, Sister Yutong, I'll get you down right away." Yang Hu was about to step forward when Zhao Yutong suddenly opened the cuffs with her hands. Then, she unlocked the other shackles on her body one by one. "Brother Yang, that's great, you're alright! I've missed you so much." As soon as the restraints on Zhao Yutong were removed, she excitedly threw herself into Yang Hu's arms. With the warm, soft jade in his embrace, Yang Hu's face flushed. He hugged her slender waist and pulled her away from him, asking in confusion, "Sister Yutong, since when did you become so skilled at picking locks?" He knew the methods of restraint used by the Dark Night Pavilion; it was impossible to break free so easily. "This was arranged by Sister Mu. She told me to wait for you here!" Zhao Yutong recounted her and Mu Ziyou's story to him. "So that's how it is. Rescuing Miss Mu from the celestial prison was indeed the most correct decision," Yang Hu sighed. "Mhm, exactly. Oh, right, Brother Yang, how is Lin Kaorou? Can she be saved?" Yang Hu shook his head, his expression dejected. "No, the restraints are too tight. I can't undo them." Zhao Yutong had clearly anticipated this, and her expression didn't change much. "Then what are your plans now? Are you going to leave here as Sister Mu advised?" "No, there's still one way. Someone has unsealed Lady Lin before." "Sealed? What is that?" Zhao Yutong was confused. "Lady Lin's martial arts and inner energy are being suppressed by something, and it's being continuously absorbed. That's why she couldn't break free from the ropes," Yang Hu explained. "But for a moment, her inner energy returned. Although it was only for a very short time, Lady Lin sensed that the thing absorbing her inner energy was hidden somewhere below the dungeon where she was imprisoned." "Ah, isn't the place where Sister Lin is imprisoned already the lowest level of the Dark Night Pavilion? How could there be another passage below that?" Zhao Yutong asked doubtfully. "No, wait..." Suddenly, she remembered something. "It seems there really is such a place." Yang Hu's spirits immediately lifted. "What place? Tell me quickly!" "Brother Yang, do you remember how we arrived on this level?" Zhao Yutong asked with a playful smile. Upon hearing this, Yang Hu suddenly realized. "Are you referring to the Gale Valley?" "That's right. When we arrived, we hadn't seen the bottom yet," Zhao Yutong said. "Of course, there's something even more important. The woman we rescued last time, she's not dead yet." "What? She escaped from Elder Qinglong?" Yang Hu was surprised. "Not only did she escape, she also killed Elder Qinglong," Zhao Yutong snorted coldly. This was her only miscalculation. "Killed... killed..." Yang Hu gasped. He knew Elder Qinglong's strength; he had been pinned down and unable to move just by his aura. Yet, such a powerful person was killed by Ling Lu. He wondered if releasing such a terrifying woman was a disaster. Zhao Yutong seemed to sense Yang Hu's worry. "Don't worry, Brother Yang. As long as the蛊 worm is still in that woman's body, she can't cause any major trouble. If she appears near us, I can control the蛊 worm and make her wish she were dead." Zhao Yutong said with a smile, but then she suddenly seemed to recall something. "Oh, speaking of which, that woman is very familiar with this place. If we can find her, we can ask her where the thing that sealed Lin Kaorou is!"

"What do you want with me?" Ningxiang asked warily, her dislike for her disciple's nemesis evident. "Hahaha, don't be nervous, I'm here to let you go," Ye Qingluo chuckled. "Let me go? You'd be that kind?" She was full of disbelief. Ye Qingluo merely smiled, walking over to Ningxiang and placing her hands on the shackles binding her wrists. "So these are shackles forged from thousand-year-old cold iron!" she exclaimed, and with a forceful pull, she tried to break them. But the next second, her smile froze. The shackles were harder than she could have imagined, and she couldn't break them. "This thing is so hard? No, it feels like something is suppressing my power." She realized, looking around the room that confined Ningxiang. The walls were made of strange blue bricks that greatly suppressed her strength. "So that's it, this room is made of spirit-sealing stones," Ye Qingluo smiled. "Quite the undertaking, but certainly worth it to imprison you." "But don't worry, Sister Xiangxiang, this won't stop me." Ye Qingluo took out a pill from her embrace and swallowed it, instantly boosting her internal energy. She then tore apart the shackles binding Ningxiang with brute force. As the restraints vanished, Ningxiang slumped to the ground, her body weak. Having been bound for so long, she couldn't even get up on her own. Ningxiang struggled to turn her head to look at Ye Qingluo, disbelief in her eyes. "You're really just letting me go?" "Of course, but I need you to do me a favor." Ye Qingluo smiled. "What favor?" "You'll know when the time comes. However, to prevent you from escaping, I'll still have to tie you up." Ye Qingluo said with a smile, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and squatting beside Ningxiang, placing her hands behind her back. With a "click," her newly freed hands were locked behind her again. Ningxiang, having been bound for so long and with her powers suppressed by the room, was unable to resist, allowing Ye Qingluo to do as she pleased. Merely restraining her hands wasn't enough to put Ye Qingluo at ease. She then produced a bundle of golden ropes and began to bind Ningxiang's delicate body. She first helped Ningxiang's limp form up, leaning her against herself. She then took out the ropes and, after wrapping them tightly around Ningxiang's chest a few times, shifted downwards, binding her breasts snugly. The excess rope was then brought behind Ningxiang, tightly binding her slender arms together. Ningxiang was completely naked. Under the binding ropes, her two large, firm breasts appeared even more magnificent. Ye Qingluo, feeling playful, couldn't resist reaching out and grasping one, caressing it. "Mmm... Ah~~ What are you doing? Let... let go!" Ningxiang cried out in surprise. But Ye Qingluo paid no heed. One hand continued to toy with her alluring breasts, molding them into various shapes, while the other slowly traced a path down her delicate body. "No... don't do that~ Mmm~~" Sensing the direction of the hand, Ningxiang desperately squeezed her inviting legs together, trying to stop the intrusive hand. But after being bound for so long, she was no match for Ye Qingluo, who easily bypassed her defenses and entered her most intimate place. "Mmm~~ Mmm~" Ningxiang trembled as if electrocuted, her fragrant body becoming even softer. Soft moans escaped her lips. But Ye Qingluo was not satisfied with such a gentle invasion. She then inserted two fingers into Ningxiang's nether regions. "Stop... stop it... You can't... there~~" The sudden assault on her core left her deeply embarrassed. She could only open her bewitching, hazy eyes and plead with Ye Qingluo. "Heh heh, that won't do, will it?" The enchantress had no intention of complying. One hand continued to stir within her lower body, while the other ceaselessly teased her full, soft breasts. "Mmm~~ Mmm~~ I... Mmph~" Ningxiang's mind was a blank. Her internal resistance couldn't overcome the physical pleasure. Her cheeks flushed crimson, her breathing grew rapid, and Ye Qingluo could clearly feel waves of fragrant heat on her face. Seeing that the moment was ripe, the beautiful Ye Qingluo's lips pressed against Ningxiang's mouth. Her tongue easily parted Ningxiang's teeth. At this point, both beautiful women were captivated by each other's allure, greedily seeking each other's essence. "Mmph mmph~~" Suddenly, Ningxiang's body, tightly bound by the ropes, began to tremble uncontrollably. Her legs, which had been clamped tightly together, weakly loosened, and Ye Qingluo felt a warm flow between her hands.