What? Shibari can also lead to enlightenment! I am the Immortal of Rope Bondage!

[Host: Yu Qing] [Level: 1 (0/100)] [Skills: None] [Points: 0] [Shop: Locked] "Bondage... to get stronger?" A smile, uncontrollable, curved Yu Qing's lips upwards. She, a master of rope bondage who dared to attempt high-risk self-binding even in modern times and had won national championships, had transmigrated to this ancient world and awakened a system tailor-made for her? This was simply opening a door to paradise for her! [Newbie Mission Issued: Host, please complete one effective bondage within 24 hours (Difficulty: Lowest). Mission Reward: 100 points, Newbie Gift Pack.] "Lowest difficulty effective bondage?" Yu Qing tapped her chin, her mind racing. She was unarmed now, not even a single rope. How could she complete an "effective bondage"? She looked at her hands, then at her surroundings. A bold, yet exciting idea formed in her mind. She stood up and searched the area. Fortunately, she soon discovered a tough, vine-like plant under a bush. She tugged at it; it was incredibly resilient, perfectly usable as a rope. With "rope" secured, the next step was the "bondage object." She couldn't possibly tie up a wild rabbit, could she? The system probably wouldn't recognize such a low-difficulty task. Her only option was herself. Yu Qing found a relatively flat patch of grass and began. First, she shed the cumbersome leather bodice. Then, using the tough vines, she started to bind her ankles. As a master, she could create intricate patterns even with rudimentary materials. She didn't opt for a simple binding. Instead, she chose a simplified version of the classic "Kogote Hitoe" (small hands bound behind the back) – she first brought her ankles together, tightly wrapped them with vines for several turns, then left a long length of vine to pass between her legs and around to her back. Next came the crucial step. She needed to bring her hands behind her back, bind her wrists to her ankles, and simultaneously achieve a prayer-like pose. This process required immense flexibility and balance. In modern times, she could do it with her eyes closed. But in this unfamiliar environment, it still presented a challenge. She took a deep breath, brought her hands behind her back, fumbled, and threaded her wrists through the loop of vine she had prepared. Then, with effort, she pressed her hands together in a prayer pose. Finally, using her still-mobile fingers, she pulled the end of the vine taut and tied a beautiful, inescapable knot. Done! As she completed the final movement, she was transformed into an immobile "human zongzi" (a type of sticky rice dumpling wrapped in leaves). She knelt on the grass, her upper body leaning forward slightly due to her arms being bound behind her in a prayer pose, appearing both vulnerable and possessing a strange, captivating beauty. [Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the newbie mission!] [Bondage Assessment: Basic Self-Bondage, Difficulty: Low, Duration: 0/Pending, Danger Level: Low. Comprehensive Rating: Effective.] [Mission Reward: 100 points have been issued, Newbie Gift Pack has been sent to system space, please check.] "Ding!" Another clear notification sound. Yu Qing felt something appear in her mind. With a thought, an icon for the Newbie Gift Pack materialized before her eyes. She chose to open it without hesitation. [Congratulations to the host for obtaining:] [1. Points x200] [2. Basic Unbinding Skill (Beginner): While bound, can expend a small amount of mental energy to untie simple knots.] [3. Portable Space (1 cubic meter): A sub-space for storage. Anything except living creatures can be stored.] [4. "Omni-Rope" x1: Made from modern polymer materials, extremely durable, can change shape and length at will.] Yu Qing's eyes instantly lit up. Especially the "Omni-Rope" and the "Basic Unbinding Skill"! She opened her eyes to find herself in a small, dark, damp room, reeking of mildew and dry hay. She tried to move, but her body was completely immobile. She looked down, her pupils contracting instantly. She was bound, tightly! Rough hemp ropes, tied with a technique both familiar and alien, savagely ravaged her body. Her hands were tied behind her back, the ropes biting into her wrists until they were purple. The ropes from her wrists converged behind her, forming a shackle she couldn't escape. Her elbows were also bound tightly together, preventing her upper body from straightening. What brought on a deeper sense of shame was that her ankles were also bound together. Then, a rope extended upwards from her ankles, passed between her legs, and dug deeply into her most private, softest parts, before connecting to the knot at her wrists behind her back. With every breath, every unconscious struggle, that deeply embedded rope brought a friction that was both shameful and thrilling. This was no simple binding, but a punitive restraint filled with possessiveness and humiliation! These bandits were experts?! Yu Qing's cheeks instantly flushed crimson, not from fear, but from a complex emotion mixed with anger and… a perverse excitement. She, a master of Shibari, was bound in such a humiliating way by a group of bandits! This was an utter disgrace! Just then, the dilapidated wooden door of the small room creaked open, and a tall figure entered. It was the one-eyed man. He held a bowl of dark, unidentifiable gruel and walked to Yu Qing, squatting down before her. "Awake?" he grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth. His cloudy eyes roamed unscrupulously over Yu Qing's curves, made more pronounced by the ropes. "Little lady, don't think of any tricks. Once you're in our Black Wind寨, you'll be our寨夫人. Behave, and you'll be treated well. If you don't… hehe, the wolves in these mountains haven't had a good meal in a long time." He finished speaking, raked his rough fingers heavily across Yu Qing's cheek, then set down the bowl and turned to leave, slamming the door shut behind him. Yu Qing listened to his receding footsteps, the anger and shame in her eyes slowly replaced by a cold, playful calm. "寨夫人? Wolves?" she murmured to herself, but a dangerous curve involuntarily formed on her lips. "It seems you've mistaken me for a lamb to be slaughtered…" At that moment, the familiar mechanical voice sounded in her mind again. [Ding! Host detected in a restrained state. Evaluating restraint… ] [Restraint Type: Modified Chinese Traditional Binding, Difficulty: Medium, Danger Level: High.] [Overall Assessment: A perfect, artistic "teaching case."] [Unlock "Escape" Mission: Successfully escape this restraint within 1 hour.] [Mission Reward: 500 points, unlock initial Shibari skill "Bind Hands" (can bind an ordinary person to the point of being unable to escape on their own).] Yu Qing's breath hitched. The "Bind Hands" skill! It was exactly what she needed most right now! With this skill, she would have the capital to protect herself and… to "create" in this world! She immediately tried to use the newly acquired "Basic Escape Skill" to untie the knots behind her. But she quickly realized she had been too optimistic. Although the knots tied by the bandits seemed crude to her, they were numerous and extremely cunning, with many dead knots nested within live knots. Her "beginner" skill was simply insufficient to solve this level of complexity. "Here," Cyclops said to Yu Qing as he threw over a bundle of rough twine from the side, "Aren't you a master? Don't you know some bullshit art? Now, you take all three of them and tie them up for me! If they aren't tied up as nicely as my lady, I'll let you know why the flowers are so red today!" Yu Qing looked at the three girls who were trembling in fear, with fear and pleading in their eyes, but her heart did not ripple in the slightest. She was not a saintly mother. In a world where human life was like grass, compassion was the cheapest and deadliest thing. She had only one creed in life: die a Taoist, not a poor one. If you want to live, if you want to climb up the ladder, you are destined to step on other people's bones. These girls are the best "stepping stones" she used to please the bandit leader in front of her, in exchange for her own chance of survival. "Yes." Yu Qing faintly answered and took the bundle of twine. She walked in front of the first girl, who was so frightened that she backed up, looking at her with tears in her eyes, her mouth constantly chanting, "Please, let me go ...... please ......" Yu Qing's face was expressionless, like she didn't hear any sound. She stretched out her hands and easily subdued the girl like she was carrying a chicken, then made her sit on her knees with her back to herself. Her skill in Bound Hands was on full display at this moment. Her fingers danced rapidly over the girl's body, and the ropes seemed to come to life in her hands. She didn't use the "Diamond Shape Binding" that she had used against the lady before, but switched to a "Peach Binding" that was more suitable for the girl's body shape. She first cut the girl's arms behind her back, and fixed them with a beautiful "back hand clap", then the ropes wrapped around her back to her chest, crossed in front of her chest, wrapped around her newly developing and still very young breasts, upward, through her armpits, back to her back, and tightened. Now, the girl's small, youthful breasts were lifted and squeezed by the ropes in just the right way, creating a strange beauty that was somewhere between innocence and seduction. Next, she had the girl bend over, pressing her forehead to her knees, and then began to work on her legs. She tied the girl's calves and thighs, tightly together with ropes, and then, intersecting the ropes connecting her legs and the ropes connecting her arms behind her back, she pulled hard. The girl's body was, in an instant, fixed into an immovable, peach-like, rounded posture. Her hands were clipped behind her back, her body was forced to lean forward, and the graceful lines of her entire back were made especially clear by the strangling marks of the ropes. The entire process was done in a single, fluid motion. The one-eyed dragon and his gang of henchmen, all looked dumbfounded. They have never thought that tying a person, can still be tied so ...... good looking. Yu Qing did not pay attention to their eyes, but with the same technique, the remaining two girls, also tied into two different sizes, different forms of "human-shaped peach". The three girls who were tied up solidly, unable to move, knelt on the ground side by side, like three pieces of art waiting to be appreciated. Although their faces were still streaked with tears, their bodies were bound by the ropes, presenting a frightening, fragile and seductive beauty. The one-eyed dragon's throat rolled and he gulped. He looked at Yu Qing, his eyes already filled with awe and ...... greed. "Good ...... good!" He said two good words in a row, then waved his big hand and said to Yu Qing, "Since you have this ability, I will let you go first today! However, you don't want to leave the mountain fortress either. From today onwards, you'll stay at the mountain fortress and specialize in helping me kidnap people!" Yu Qing laughed coldly in her heart, but her face showed a "grateful" expression as she nodded repeatedly. The long-vanished "Mind Rope" reappeared. But instead of binding her body, it manifested as an incredibly fine, almost invisible thread. This thread began to furiously, at high speed, rub back and forth against the thigh rope that Li Yueniang had tied within her. "Ah... ah..." Yuqing's body jolted violently! This internal, precise, high-frequency stimulation was something she had never experienced before! The invisible "Mind Rope" was like the most exquisite, most understanding personal vibrator, churning and grinding madly at the most sensitive core of her body! Her body, bound in a horse-straddle position, began to tremble uncontrollably and violently under this extreme, dual stimulation from the inside out. Broken, dream-like moans escaped her lips. Her consciousness started to blur. She felt like a tiny boat, tossed and submerged in the stormy waves of pleasure. She wanted to struggle, but she was firmly held by both the invisible and the tangible ropes, forced to passively endure the earth-shattering, repeated impacts. Finally, at the peak of an unknown number of waves, her mind went blank. "Wooo—!!!" A scream, suppressed to its absolute limit yet filled with boundless release, burst from between her tightly closed lips. Her body tensed like a drawn bow, then melted like liquid honey, collapsing completely and limply. A surging, scorching warmth, potent enough to melt the very soul, erupted from the deepest part of her being, instantly engulfing her limbs and extremities. She had reached an unprecedented, perfectly orchestrated climax, a complete liberation of both soul and body. As everything subsided, Yuqing lay on the ground, gasping for air. She felt the lingering aftershocks within her body, a satisfied, blissful smile gracing her face. Then, with a thought, she activated her "Basic Binding Release Skill." Closing her eyes, she concentrated, guiding the faint spiritual energy. She could feel it coursing down her spine, spreading bit by bit. It didn't attack the intricate knots but began to act upon her own body. Her shoulders felt incredibly soft, her joints as if they had lost their skeletal support. She subtly adjusted the angle of her arms, bound behind her back. With an almost inaudible "click," her shoulder joint dislocated slightly, at an angle impossible for a normal person. That tiny gap was all she needed! The wrist restraints that had been so tightly secured suddenly loosened. With a slight twist, her bound hands slid out of the seemingly unbreakable bonds like eels. With her hands free, the remaining restraints were easily undone. Yuqing lay on the ground, flexing her still-sore shoulders, a satisfied, happy smile on her face. She knew that from this day forward, her path in the "Way of Binding" in this ancient world had truly begun. But when he rushed to Tingyu Pavilion with excitement, he only saw Yuqing and An Yangzhi leisurely drinking tea in the courtyard. "Miss Yuqing... where is Yue Niang?" Xiao Jue asked somewhat anxiously. Yuqing raised her eyelids, glanced at him, and then said in a flat tone, as if talking about something trivial, "Oh, her. She made a mistake, and I've hung her up in the room to reflect." "Hung... hung up?!" Xiao Jue's heart sank, and an ominous premonition surged in his mind. He could no longer care about etiquette and rushed into Jingxin Pavilion in a single stride. Then, he saw the scene that would be unforgettable for the rest of his life, a scene filled with bloody and violent aesthetics. Li Yue Niang was suspended in mid-air in the room. Her body was bound tightly in a cruel and extremely contorted "chariot" posture. The rope connecting her hands and feet bore her entire weight on those fragile joints. Her body was covered in deep ligature marks left from the prolonged suspension. Her mouth was gagged with a wooden speculum, only allowing her to emit desperate, heart-wrenching whimpers. Her body, in mid-air, swayed gently with the night breeze blowing in from the window. Her tragic appearance, struggling in pain yet possessing a strange beauty, struck Xiao Jue's heart like a heavy hammer. "You... why are you doing this to her?!" Xiao Jue suddenly turned his head, staring intently at Yuqing with eyes full of anger and disbelief, his voice trembling slightly. Yuqing merely looked at him indifferently, as if at a petulant child. Just then, Li Yue Niang, suspended in mid-air, seemed to hear Xiao Jue's voice. She struggled to lift her head, looked at Xiao Jue, and then let out a more urgent, pleading whimper from her throat. Seeing her like that, Yuqing seemed to "magnanimously" sigh. She walked up to Li Yue Niang, reached out, and gently removed the gag from her mouth. "Haa... haa..." Li Yue Niang, now free, gasped for air, tears uncontrollably streaming from the corners of her eyes. "Yue Niang! You..." Xiao Jue's heart ached. "General..." Li Yue Niang looked at him, her voice hoarse but exceptionally clear, "No... it's not Teacher's fault... it's... it's Yue Niang... who made a mistake... it's Yue Niang... who willingly... accepted the punishment..." Xiao Jue was stunned. Seeing her completely submissive demeanor, Yuqing seemed to feel that the "lesson" was sufficient. With a thought, the "binding rope" wrapped around the beam instantly loosened. With a "bang," Li Yue Niang's body fell from mid-air, landing on a soft cushion placed nearby. She lay there, limp like a dying fish thrown ashore, utterly devoid of the strength to even move a finger. Fifty "shibari masters," clad in red qipao and black stockings, moved like a perfectly controlled, flawless machine. Every action they took was imbued with rhythm and beauty, yet executed with an astonishing, chilling uniformity. Simultaneously, they bent down and picked up the red ropes, which had been prepared in advance. At the same time, they approached the trembling "rope models" before them, dressed in JK uniforms and white stockings. Together, they reached out and, with exquisite precision and a display of controlled strength, performed the standard "koukou-ryou" (hands tied behind the back and raised high above the head), securing the hands of all fifty "rope models" behind their backs and lifting them high. The entire training ground fell into a deathly silence. Everyone present was utterly stunned by the spectacle before them—a scene of divine synchronicity, perfect execution, and overwhelming visual impact. They had never witnessed such coordination, such perfection, and yet such an unsettling display. Yuqing's consciousness raced, operating like a top-tier, obsessive chess grandmaster, directing these fifty pawns she had personally trained. "Rhombus chest binding, standard form." Another command echoed. The fifty "shibari masters" simultaneously commenced their second movement. The ropes in their hands seemed to come alive, coiling around the chests of the fifty "rope models." Their movements were so rapid they blurred the eyes, yet precise as a copier. In less time than it takes for an incense stick to burn, fifty perfect, powerful "rhombus chest bindings" were completed. "Prepare for suspension." Yuqing's voice resonated in their minds once more. The fifty "shibari masters" simultaneously tossed the long ropes, connected to the main ropes behind the "rope models," upwards. Fifty ropes traced fifty identical, perfect parabolic arcs through the air. Then, in unison, they accurately hooked onto the fifty prepared, cold suspension rings. "Tighten!" Yuqing's command was absolute, brooking no defiance. The fifty "shibari masters" simultaneously tightened their ropes. "Ah—!!!" Fifty long-suppressed moans, a unified chorus of pain and ecstasy, instantly filled the entire training ground. The fifty "rope models" in JK uniforms and white stockings, like fifty exquisite butterflies lifted by unseen hands, were simultaneously suspended in the air. Their bodies swayed gently. On their faces, expressions of agony mingled with the ultimate satisfaction. The entire training ground erupted. Everyone went wild. They cheered and shouted ecstatically, some even collapsing from sheer excitement. They knew that what they were witnessing today was far more than a mere performance. An Yangzhi gritted her teeth, and finally, chose to comply. She lowered her head, walked out from the crowd, and stopped before her father's horse. "Tie them all up for me!" General An Yang pointed his whip at the group of "rope artists" and "rope models" on the stage, who were pale with fright due to the sudden turn of events. He commanded in a deep voice, filled with icy killing intent, "I want to ensure every single one of them is bound tightly, so not a single one can escape! Especially that vixen!" His whip finally landed on Yu Qing. "I want you to tie her up yourself! Use all the skills you've learned! I want to make sure she can't move even a finger!" An Yangzhi's body trembled violently. She looked at Yu Qing, at her eyes, still terrifyingly calm. She knew this was her only choice. "Yes... Father," she replied in a low voice. Yu Qing looked at her former proud and arrogant disciple, who was now about to tie her up with her own hands. A complex, absurd feeling, difficult to describe, filled her heart. She did not resist. She knew her meager strength was no match for General An Yang's vast state apparatus. She could only choose to wait. An Yangzhi walked up to Yu Qing, her hands trembling. She took out the ropes and began to use the hands that Yu Qing had personally taught her to bind her teacher. Her movements were no longer hesitant or timid. She used all the techniques Yu Qing had taught her. She employed an extremely complex method of binding, one Yu Qing had never seen before, filled with resentment and unwillingness, tying Yu Qing so tightly that not an inch of space was left. She even, mimicking her father, wrapped layers of cloth around Yu Qing's hands, which were tied behind her back, forming a "rope ball" that left Yu Qing with no room to resist. When An Yangzhi finished, her face was already streaked with tears. She looked at Yu Qing, bound by her own hands like a "cocoon," and her heart ached as if being cut by a knife. Under An Yangzhi's command, the other "rope artists" began to bind their former "sisters." The entire training ground once again fell into a sorrowful and desperate silence. Finally, General An Yang ordered that all these women, bound and unable to move, be escorted to the imperial capital to await judgment. And Yu Qing, as the main culprit of this incident, naturally received special "treatment." She was not escorted like the others. She was locked into a specially made prison cart. It was not an ordinary prison cart. It was a huge cage, forged from the sturdiest dark iron. In the center of the cage hung a massive metal ring. Yu Qing was suspended from that ring. Her body was tightly bound by complex, malicious ropes. Her feet were tied, about a foot off the ground. Her body swayed gently within the prison cart as the wheels rolled. She was like a public display, a humiliating work of art. The prison cart slowly rolled past the crowds that had once cheered for her, gone mad for her. She saw the common people who had once looked at her with adoring eyes, now looking at her with fear and contempt. Her heart was filled with an indescribable, complex feeling. There was unwillingness. There was anger. There was humiliation. But more than anything, there was a calm, almost cold, self-mockery. She knew this was the path she had chosen. This path was destined to be filled with thorns and danger. She had to endure it all. Yuqing pulled herself out of the despairing fantasy of the mall and refocused her gaze on this real world brimming with opportunity. While the space battleship remained a distant dream, the "Rope Art Immortal Pavilion" before her was a tangible ladder to the future she could grasp. She was determined to build this ladder higher, and make it sturdier. She took out the hundred qipaos, one thousand pairs of black stockings, one thousand pairs of white stockings, and the thousands of gags that the system had rewarded her with, distributing them to everyone in the "Rope Art Immortal Pavilion." In an instant, the entire pavilion was transformed. The "immortals" who had previously worn ancient long dresses were now all clad in these modern, fatally alluring "battle suits." Some wore form-fitting black qipaos that accentuated their curves, paired with mysterious and sexy black stockings; others donned pure, schoolgirl-esque white qipaos with innocent and enticing white stockings. Adorned with gags of various colors, the entire "Rope Art Immortal Pavilion" seemed to have become a timeless, dreamlike, fatally attractive paradise of desire. This unprecedented visual impact propelled the reputation of the "Rope Art Immortal Pavilion" to a new, unprecedented height. It was no longer just the hottest topic in the capital; it had become an indispensable symbol of status within the entire upper class. To have a place here, to discuss "rope art," had become the proudest asset of the dignitaries and nobles. Yuqing, seizing the momentum, began the highest level of "special training" for Anyang Zhi and Li Yueniang. She imparted all the knowledge and techniques she had received from the system regarding "Mastery of Suspension Binding" to them, without reservation. She wanted them to become the sharpest two swords in her hand. Anyang Zhi, as the daughter of the great general Anyang, possessed an innate, unyielding pride and ferocity. She learned the fastest and most ruthlessly. She even dared to attempt the most dangerous, injury-prone, and difficult suspension binding techniques. Her style was filled with power and a desire for conquest; every binding was like an intense battle. Li Yueniang, after her "suspension binding" lesson, had become more delicate and focused. She could keenly sense the slightest emotional shifts in her "art pieces," guiding and soothing them in the most gentle yet firm ways, allowing them to feel a peculiar sense of being cared for even amidst extreme pain. In just half a month, the two of them had completely mastered all the suspension binding techniques, and in some aspects, they were already showing signs of surpassing their teacher. Just as Yuqing felt her "teaching staff" was sufficiently powerful, the familiar, cold mechanical voice echoed in her mind once more. [Ding! Advanced Mission Triggered: Twin Stars Shine!] [Mission Content: Anyang Zhi and Li Yueniang, working together, must perform a complete, high-difficulty, two-person suspension binding performance in a public setting at the "Rope Art Immortal Pavilion."] [Mission Requirements: 1. The performance must be jointly completed by Anyang Zhi and Li Yueniang. 2. At least three different high-difficulty suspension binding techniques must be used during the performance. 3. The performance must receive "astonished" evaluations from all guests present.] [Mission Reward: Points x8000, Unlock Special Skill "Group Consciousness Synchronization" (allows for temporary mental linkage with multiple individuals for synchronized emotions and commands), System Mall refreshed.] Yuqing's heart skipped a beat. "Group Consciousness Synchronization"! What a heaven-defying skill! If she could learn this skill, she could control all the "rope models" simultaneously during the performance, making them execute synchronized, awe-inspiring movements! What a maddening, miraculous spectacle that would be! She knew she had to complete this mission, and complete it perfectly. She immediately found Anyang Zhi and Li Yueniang and told them about the mission. "What? You want us... to perform in public?!" Anyang Zhi's first reaction was refusal. She could accept playing these wild games with Yuqing in private, but to bind and display herself in front of so many outsiders... she still felt a little... ashamed. "I don't want to either..." Li Yueniang lowered her head and whispered, "So many people watching... I... I'm afraid..." The concubine bit her lip and rose, walking to the center of the hall. At Yuqing's signal, she trembled as she unfastened her outer robe, leaving only her inner garment. The silk material was thin, and the morning light shone through, faintly revealing the outline of her waist. Yuqing took out a roll of crimson silk rope from her sleeve – silkworm silk, the most suitable material for beginners from the system store, as soft as spring water and as tough as ox sinew. "Turn around." The concubine turned her back, her spine stiff, like a startled sparrow. Yuqing's fingers, dipped in a little fragrant balm, touched her nape, and the concubine flinched violently. "Don't dodge," Yuqing's voice was close to her ear, her warm breath brushing her earlobe. "The rope will remember your every tremble. Dodging is useless." Before the words fell, the red rope had already coiled around her wrists, binding them behind her back. The technique was so fast it was almost imperceptible. By the time the concubine came to her senses, her arms were fixed behind her, her collarbones forced open, her chest involuntarily thrust forward. The rope head moved upwards,绕过肩颈, and crossed in front of her chest. "This is called Tortoise Shell Binding," Yuqing explained to the concubines watching intently throughout the hall as she tightened the rope. "Watch carefully, the knot should fall three points below the scapula. This spot here—" she pointed to a spot on the concubine's back, "—is a vital point on the Du meridian. It can keep her conscious and allow the qi and blood to surge upwards." The concubine let out a soft whimper. The ropes on her chest were slowly tightening, the silk garment being deeply indented, outlining the curves of two mounds of snow-white flesh. The crimson rope net interlaced above them, forming a diamond-shaped tortoise shell pattern, rising and falling slightly with her rapid breaths. "Lift your head," Yuqing pinched her chin, forcing her to look at the bronze mirror in the corner of the hall. The woman in the mirror had flushed cheeks and watery eyes. The grooves created by the rope net on the plain white silk garment were shockingly deep. Her bound hands struggled futilely behind her back, which only made her chest heave more violently. Where was the timid look from before? She was like a butterfly with its wings caught in a spiderweb, except the spiderweb was woven with gold thread, making even her embarrassment radiant. A few gasps echoed through the hall. "This is just the beginning," Yuqing's hand slid down, the rope head circled her waist, and tightened sharply. The concubine cried out, her knees buckling, and Yuqing caught her by the lower back. "Kneel," Yuqing's hand pressed on her shoulder with irresistible force. "Next is the Five-Pointed Prostration Binding. It tests not the body, but the spirit. The more you resist, the more uncomfortable it will be. If you yield, the rope will become your bed." The concubine was pressed to her knees on the soft cushion, and Yuqing's movements became slow and ritualistic. The red rope coiled up from her ankles, folding her feet, and tying them together with her bound hands behind her back. Her entire body was folded into a bow shape, her spine curving beautifully like a crescent moon. Her head and neck were forced back, her dark hair cascading down, revealing the most vulnerable lines of her throat. "Look at her now," Yuqing surveyed the crowd, flicking the taut knot with her finger. "The most powerful killing move she can employ is the docile submission of offering her neck for slaughter." The concubine could no longer speak. The rope tightened at the base of her thighs, precisely at the most sensitive point. With every breath, she could feel the friction of the rough silk threads. She wanted to struggle, but she was bound too tightly. She wanted to feel shame, but her mind was burning like a fire. Tears welled up inexplicably, not from pain. "Alright," Yuqing untied the slipknot at her wrists, letting her collapse softly onto the cushion. "Next." The hall was silent. The Empress coughed lightly. "It's... novel." "Does Your Ladyship wish to try?" Yuqing asked with a smile. Just as the Empress was about to speak, someone suddenly stood up from the back. "I will," the Consort Hua strode out, her black fitted outfit hugging her taut figure like gunpowder. "I want to see if your ropes can bind the body of someone from a military family." Yuqing raised an eyebrow and switched to a roll of black hemp rope. The rough texture made her palms feel hot, perfectly suited for a fiery woman like Consort Hua. "Warrior's Binding," she moved behind Consort Hua. "No elegant knots needed. What's required is solid, unyielding restraint." Yuqing didn't give her a chance to breathe. She took out the **Soul Rejuvenation Rope**, which slithered out like a venomous snake and coiled around Qingwei's waist: "Immortal Master has cultivated the 'Forgetfulness of Emotions' for fifty years. Today, I will make Immortal Master... unforgettable!" The moment the **Soul Rejuvenation Rope** tightened, Qingwei let out a muffled groan. It wasn't pain, but an ache, a numbness that surged from her tailbone to the crown of her head, a sensation she hadn't felt in fifty years... a feeling. "This is the first level," Yuqing's voice was bewitching, "Ache." She then took out the **Spring and Autumn Brush**, its crimson tip drawing across Qingwei's neck, writing the character for **'Love'**. The characters appeared on her skin, indelible for three days, and grew warmer with each heartbeat: "This is the second level, Heat." Qingwei could no longer speak. Her Dao heart wavered under the triple sensory assault, but she held on, guarding her last line of defense – the **Ice Heart**. Yuqing saw her struggle and suddenly took out the **Deity Sealing Lock** from her embrace – the system's ultimate reward. Its golden body was attached to twelve silken threads, each connected to a beauty in the hall. "This is the final level," she tied the **Deity Sealing Lock** onto Qingwei's wrist, "Twelve attachments, to lock your Ice Heart for fifty years." The moment the lock fell, the **Twin Lotus**, **Intertwined Branches**, **Soul Rejuvenation Rope**, **Spring and Autumn Brush**, **Crimson Gauze**, **Snow Lotus Silk**, **Whirling Dance Silk**, **General's Order**, **Long Banner**, **Intertwined Branches**, and **Purple Gold Cords** in the hall resonated simultaneously! The twelve beauties simultaneously reached out, tying their respective ropes onto Qingwei. Qingwei's white robes gradually changed color amidst the intertwining ropes – from plain white to crimson, from icy cold to warm. Her hair loosened, cascading like a waterfall, tangling with Murong Yan's. Her Daoist robe tore, revealing skin identical to Murong Yan's, skin never before seen by anyone. But now, it was covered in rope marks of twelve different colors, like a Van Gogh painting, breathtakingly vibrant. "What... what is this..." Qingwei finally broke down, tears streaming down her face, "What... have you done to me..." "All Flowers Converge as One," Yuqing embraced her, feeling the body, stiff for fifty years, gradually soften in her arms, "Immortal Master, you are not alone. You are Murong Yan's other half, the Empress's old friend, the Virtuous Consort's sister, the Noble Consort's rival... you are the last missing piece of this harem. Without fire, ice is just ash; without ice, fire is just stone." The **Deity Sealing Lock** tightened, and the twelve silken threads vibrated in unison. Qingwei let out a long cry, a sound filled with fifty years of suppression, loneliness, unwillingness, and longing, finally erupting at this moment... Her Ice Heart shattered, her Dao heart was extinguished, but in its place, a living, beating human heart that could feel pain, itch, laugh, and cry. "I..." Qingwei looked at the beauties in the hall, at their eyes, some tearful, some smiling, some reaching out to embrace her, and suddenly smiled, a smile tinged with tears and relief, "I can... cry?" "Yes," Yuqing wiped away her tears, "From now on, you are not just Jade Void Immortal Master, but also my 'Dao Heart'. Teach me... when to let go, and when... to bind." Qingwei – no, now she was just Qingwei, no longer Immortal Master – reached out and voluntarily wrapped her arms around Yuqing's waist: "Teach me... to bind me first..." **[System Prompt: Congratulations to the Host for completing "The Hundred Beauties Scroll"! The Twelve Beauties have returned! Unlocked Final Form – "Myriad Ropes Converge"!]** **[Reward: Host gains the inheritance of "Rope Dao," capable of creating your own school of rope art, leaving a name in history. Obtain item [Mortal World Silk] – can connect all bound individuals in the world, forming an invisible giant net.]** **[Final Mission Activated: Rule the world with ropes, let this entire realm... become your rope art garden.]** The beauties in the hall exchanged smiles. The ropes intertwined between them, forming an invisible net that ensnared the deep palace, and also... the world. And Yuqing, finally became the true – Rope Immortal.