Binding the Immortal Record

On the vast Tianhuan Continent, nestled within the Lingyun Mountain Range, the night was as thick as spilled ink. The mountain wind howled through the pines, emitting a low, mournful cry. Lin Fuchen sat cross-legged beneath a gnarled ancient pine, a faintly glowing cyan rope in his hand. He gently caressed its surface with his fingertips, feeling its cool, smooth texture, a subtle ripple of spiritual energy emanating from it. A slight smile played on his lips, his eyes glinting with a spark of heat. Three months had passed since his transmigration to this immortal cultivation world. From his initial bewilderment, he had finally arrived at the turning point that would change his destiny – the awakening of the "Binding Immortal System." Within his mind, the system's voice was cold and mechanical, devoid of any emotion: "Mission Issued: Capture Yue Jinli, the Saintess of the Tianyin Sect. Requirements: Restrain her using the rope, complete initial taming, and make her submit. Rewards: Cultivation technique 'Lingxi Jue', upgrade of the beginner item 'Spirit Binding Rope'." Lin Fuchen lowered his gaze to the Spirit Binding Rope in his hand. The rope was no thicker than his thumb, its entire body a translucent cyan, like jade, with what appeared to be fine scale patterns on its surface. It felt lighter than air in his grip, yet was incredibly strong. He wound the rope around his fingers and pulled gently. The rope tautened, emitting a faint hum. He murmured, "The Saintess... Yue Jinli of the Tianyin Sect. Rumor has it her beauty is unparalleled, pure and untainted. If I could bind her, the sight of her struggling..." His throat bobbed, and countless sensual images flooded his mind, deepening the smile on his lips. He stood up, shaking the dust from his coarse grey linen robe, and cast his gaze towards the Tianyin Sect, hidden in the distant clouds and mist. Faint immortal music drifted from there, accompanied by shimmering spiritual light, like a scene from paradise. Lin Fuchen took a deep breath and began to walk. He knew that with his current cultivation at the early stage of Qi Refining, a direct confrontation would be suicidal. Only by cunning could he have a sliver of a chance. Three days later, Lin Fuchen, disguised as a wandering herb-gathering cultivator, infiltrated the Spirit Spring Secret Realm on the outskirts of the Tianyin Sect. This was where Yue Jinli performed her monthly blessings. Spiritual energy permeated the surroundings, and a stream gurgled, its clear water reflecting the snow-white magnolia blossoms scattered across the ground. A faint floral fragrance filled the air. He hid behind a thicket of dense bushes, holding his breath and concentrating. In the distance, a white figure, like a celestial maiden, slowly emerged from the woods. Yue Jinli was clad in a light, gauze-like white robe, as thin as cicada wings, subtly revealing her graceful figure. Her ink-black hair cascaded to her waist, swaying gently in the breeze, framing her face, which was as bright as the moon. Her brows were like distant, painted mountains, her eyes as clear and cold as a frigid spring, her nose high and straight, her lips thin and嫣红 (嫣红 - a vibrant, alluring red), her skin so fair it was almost translucent, emitting a faint, ethereal glow, like unblemished immortal jade. A string of silver bells hung from her waist, tinkling with her every movement, accentuating her slender form and her boneless, supple waist. Beneath the white gauze, her curves were hinted at, her legs long and straight. Her bare feet stepped onto the bluestone, each movement as light as a dance. A faint reddish birthmark was subtly visible on her ankle. Lin Fuchen's throat tightened, his gaze burning with desire, almost unable to tear himself away. He whispered to himself, "This appearance... truly lives up to the name of Saintess. If I could bind her hands, her slender waist tightened by the rope, the sight of her struggling as her gauze dress tears..." He suppressed the surging lust in his heart, quietly took out the Spirit Binding Rope, and recited the incantation. The rope moved like a spirit snake, lurking in the grass, waiting for its moment. Yue Jinli seemed to sense something, and stopped. Her delicate hand lightly touched the silver bells at her waist, her voice as cold as ice: "Who?" Her gaze swept across the surroundings, carrying a hint of disdain and vigilance. Clearly, she had encountered too many petty individuals who dared to covet her beauty. Lin Fuchen's heart pounded, but he remained outwardly calm. He had previously sprinkled beast-attracting powder by the spring. Moments later, a low-level spirit wolf, drawn by the scent, roared and lunged at Yue Jinli. Her delicate brows furrowed, and she flicked her fingers. An invisible sound wave rippled outwards. The spirit wolf let out a mournful cry, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then lay still. Seizing the moment of her distraction, Lin Fuchen suddenly threw the Spirit Binding Rope. The rope transformed into a streak of cyan light, rapidly coiling towards Yue Jinli's wrists. She reacted with lightning speed, her figure flashing. As her white gauze billowed, the silver bells chimed urgently, and a sound wave, like an invisible blade, sliced the Spirit Binding Rope in half. The severed rope fell powerlessly to the ground. Lin Fuchen cursed inwardly and rolled behind a tree to hide, but his heart was not in disarray. He had anticipated that his initial sneak attack would not succeed easily. Yue Jinli let out a cold snort, her gaze like a knife sweeping towards him: "Insignificant wretch, you dare to spy on this seat?" Her jade-like feet tapped lightly, and her figure moved like the wind, heading straight for Lin Fuchen's hiding place. In the depths of the Lingyun Mountain Range, amidst a dense forest shrouded in a veil of mist, shadows danced and the wind whispered low. Ye Xiaoji leaned against an ancient locust tree, her breathing slightly ragged. Her brocade robe bore a few dark crimson bloodstains. A sonic wave had grazed her left earlobe, and droplets of blood trickled down her slender neck, staining her collarbone. Her eyes, like silk threads, held a cold sneer as she muttered, "That bitch Yue Jinli, her sonic waves are quite something." She retrieved a dark crimson pill from her sleeve and swallowed it. Her complexion improved slightly, but her eyes still flashed with resentment. Lin Fuchen trailed far behind her, his footsteps so light they were almost imperceptible. He tightly gripped the repaired Spirit Binding Rope in his hand. Though severed by Yue Jinli, the rope had been restored to its former glory by the system, its verdant body faintly pulsing with spiritual light. He held his breath, his gaze fixed on Ye Xiaoji, thinking to himself, "Injured and alone, this is the perfect opportunity to strike." Ye Xiaoji's brocade robe clung to her voluptuous figure, the black and red fabric accentuating her high breasts, slender waist, and rounded hips, her curves both alluring and deadly. Her long hair was disheveled, a few strands clinging to her sweat-dampened cheeks, adding a touch of disarray that only enhanced her seductive charm. Lin Fuchen licked his dry lips, his eyes burning with desire, and murmured, "This demoness... she has more wildness than a saintess. If I could bind her, the way she struggles would be utterly intoxicating." Lin Fuchen took out the "Soul-Bewitching Incense" from his embrace. This small sachet exuded a faint, cloying sweetness that could weaken a cultivator's will. He crushed the sachet, letting the wind carry it towards Ye Xiaoji's direction. Then, he disguised himself as a lone cultivator, hunched his back, and walked out slowly, saying in a low voice, "Esteemed immortal, you seem to be quite injured. Do you require any healing spiritual medicine?" Ye Xiaoji turned her head at the sound, her gaze as sharp as a knife. She scrutinized Lin Fuchen's dusty coarse cloth robe and lean frame, then scoffed, "An ant in the early Qi Refining stage, daring to speak to me?" Her tone was dismissive, clearly not taking him seriously. However, she caught a faint, unusual scent and frowned slightly, attributing it to the mountain flowers. Lin Fuchen lowered his eyelids, concealing the cunning in his eyes, and said softly, "I am merely a passing herb collector. Seeing as you are injured, I happen to have a few Spring Return Pills..." He took out a worn porcelain bottle from his embrace and offered it. Ye Xiaoji snorted coldly, took the bottle, and opened it. Indeed, they were low-grade healing pills. A flicker of disdain crossed her eyes as she casually swallowed the pills and said lazily, "Consider yourself fortunate. Now begone." Lin Fuchen's lips curved slightly. He took a few steps back but did not leave. He chanted a mantra, and the Spirit Binding Rope silently slithered out from his sleeve, gliding along the ground towards Ye Xiaoji. The Soul-Bewitching Incense's effects were gradually taking hold; her eyelids grew heavy, and her movements became a little sluggish. Just as she turned to leave, Lin Fuchen struck suddenly. The Spirit Binding Rope, like a green spiritual snake, swiftly coiled around her wrists. Ye Xiaoji sensed the movement and turned sharply, but it was too late. The Spirit Binding Rope ensnared her slender wrists. The rope was extremely elastic and tightened instantly, biting into her fair skin and leaving a faint red mark. She let out a low cry and tried to break free. As spiritual energy surged, her dark red bell chimed urgently, and a poisoned needle shot from her sleeve, aiming straight for Lin Fuchen's face. He was prepared and dodged to the side. The needle grazed his ear and embedded itself in the tree trunk, emitting wisps of black smoke. "Despicable scoundrel!" Ye Xiaoji cursed, her voice tinged with weakness from the Soul-Bewitching Incense. She yanked her arms with all her might, but the Spirit Binding Rope only tightened further. The rope wrapped around her wrists twice, then slid down towards her shoulder blades, passed under her armpits, and circled to the front of her chest. Lin Fuchen's fingers moved slightly, and the rope, like a living creature, tightened beneath her breasts, leaving a deep red indentation. The brocade robe was pressed tightly against her skin, outlining the contours of her high bust. Her breath hitched, a mixture of shame and anger. "You lowlife, how dare you lay a hand on me?" Lin Fuchen sneered and slowly approached, saying in a low voice, "Your Highness the Demoness, no matter how fiercely you curse, it won't change your current predicament." The rope danced in his hand, looping over her shoulders and tightening again, hoisting her arms high above her head, forcing her upper body to lean back slightly. The rope crossed behind her neck, connecting to the rope binding her wrists. With any struggle, the rope around her neck would tighten, constricting her throat and making her breathing rapid. Ye Xiaoji's eyes blazed with fury, but a haze of mist from the Soul-Bewitching Incense clouded them. She gritted her teeth, attempting to circulate her spiritual energy to break free, but the Spirit Binding Rope's spiritual suppression rendered every struggle futile. Lin Fuchen squatted in front of her, his gaze roaming over her body, a mocking smile on his lips. "Tsk tsk, such a figure, truly born to be bound." He reached out and patted her rounded buttocks. The flesh beneath the brocade robe trembled slightly, feeling full and soft. He whistled, his tone flippant, "Your Highness the Demoness, you usually kill without batting an eye, but now you're like a lamb awaiting slaughter." "Bastard!" Ye Xiaoji was overcome with shame and anger, her voice trembling with a hint of humiliation. She had never been so insulted. As the demoness of the Blood Shadow Demonic Sect, she had killed countless people, yet she had never been toyed with like this. But now, her arms were hoisted high, her joints aching as if rusted, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her hands. Lin Fuchen stood up, the Spirit Binding Rope moving again in his hand. He wrapped the rope around her slender waist three times, deliberately tightening each loop, making her waist appear even more slender. The hem of her brocade robe was pressed into several marks. He chuckled, his gaze falling on her long legs, and said in a low voice, "Just binding the upper half won't do. I need to make sure you can't move at all to feel at ease." The rope slid down her waist and circled between her legs. Lin Fuchen's fingers flicked, and a strand of rope precisely tightened between her thighs. Ye Xiaoji was caught off guard, her body trembling violently. Having never experienced such stimulation, she let out a soft cry, "Ah—!" The sound was short and sharp, filled with shame and anger, echoing through the forest. Lin Fuchen paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Oh, the demoness can be this delicate?" He deliberately tightened the rope between her legs, creating a shallow groove that pressed the brocade robe tightly against her skin, accentuating the curve of her buttocks. Ye Xiaoji's legs went weak, and she almost fell to her knees. The pressure from the rope made every movement bring indescribable humiliation and stimulation. She gasped and cursed, "You... you shameless wretch, I'll kill you!" "Kill me?" Lin Fuchen snorted, pressing his finger against her waist. The rope tightened again. "First, think about how you're going to get out of these ropes." He moved behind her, and the rope slid from between her legs to her lower back, connecting to the rope binding her wrists, forming a complete restraint system. With every struggle, the rope between her legs tightened further, and the rope around her neck also constricted, forcing her to abandon any thought of resistance. Ye Xiaoji knelt on the ground, her legs unable to close due to the rope. Her brocade robe was disheveled around her waist, revealing the skin of her fair thighs, which already bore several red marks. Her long hair was messy, clinging to her sweat-dampened cheeks. Her chest heaved with rapid breaths, and the brocade robe was so compressed by the ropes it seemed on the verge of tearing. She bit her lip until blood oozed, her eyes gradually shifting from anger to humiliation. Lin Fuchen squatted beside her, picking up a strand of her long hair. He sniffed it and said in a low voice, "Your Highness the Demoness, this scent is truly delightful. Don't worry, I won't kill you. It would be a shame to kill such a treasure." His gaze lingered on her, his tone laced with amusement. "With this figure, it's more interesting to keep you and play with you slowly." Ye Xiaoji glared at him, her voice trembling. "You dare to humiliate me, the Blood Shadow Demonic Sect will not let you go!" But before she could finish, her struggle caused the rope around her neck to tighten, making her gasp for air, her face turning red, and a mist forming in her eyes. She had never felt so powerless. Her pride as a demoness was utterly crushed at this moment. Lin Fuchen stood up, clapped his hands, and chuckled, "Blood Shadow Demonic Sect? After I'm done with you, I'll go meet your saint sisters." His gaze turned cold, his next plan already forming in his mind. Ye Xiaoji was his first "collection," but Yue Jinli was his true target. The dense forest was silent, save for Ye Xiaoji's heavy gasps and the faint rustle of ropes against her brocade robe. Lin Fuchen turned, dragging the bound Ye Xiaoji deeper into the woods. The mist thickened, obscuring their figures, leaving only her low whimpers to dissipate in the wind. Several days later, in a hidden cave within the Lingyun Mountain Range, the damp, cold air mingled with the scent of earth and moss. Water droplets seeped from the cave walls, pattering onto the stone floor with a monotonous echo. A woman was securely bound within the cave, her posture one of humiliation and helplessness. The ropes dug deeply into her skin, outlining her graceful form. Her hands were bound behind her back, twisted into a W-shape, and her legs were forced apart, folded into an M-shape, revealing her shameful undergarments. Ropes at her knees were tied to the stone wall behind her, rendering her immobile. A rough leather collar was fastened around her neck, connected to a rope that was tightly secured to an iron ring on the wall, restricting her movement. Her mouth was stuffed with a clean cloth, covered on the outside by a dark red silk scarf, obscuring the lower half of her beautiful face, leaving only her eyes visible – eyes filled with shame, anger, and a hazy, unfocused gaze, glistening with moisture at the corners. She struggled, the ropes leaving marks of varying depths on her skin. Her skin, damp from prolonged restraint, was beaded with fine sweat. Her wet undergarments clung to the roots of her thighs, outlining her hidden contours. Her long hair was disheveled, sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead. Her chest heaved with rapid breaths, her brocade robe torn and tattered, revealing large patches of fair skin. She tried to twist her body, but her efforts were in vain due to the restraints. Each struggle tightened the collar around her throat, forcing out low whimpers. The sounds were weak and desperate, like a trapped fledgling, evoking a sense of pity. A third party, if present, would surely sigh at the woman's predicament. Her pitiable appearance was like that of an innocent heroine fallen into misfortune, subjected to undeserved humiliation. Her body, confined by ropes, her posture trembling with shame, would stir compassion in anyone. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice the string of dark red bells at her waist. Though broken, the bells exuded an eerie, seductive aura – this woman, bound like a helpless maiden, was none other than Ye Xiaoji, a demoness from the Blood Shadow Demonic Sect. Ye Xiaoji had been imprisoned here by Lin Fuchen for several days. That day, she had fallen into his trap in the dense forest, bound by the Spirit Binding Rope and dragged to this cave. In the days that followed, she had endured unprecedented humiliation and training. Lin Fuchen, using ropes and words, had systematically broken her pride, training her body and mind. Now, her body had gradually grown accustomed to the stimulation, becoming sensitive to the point of being unbearable. Whenever the ropes tightened, she felt a strange heat rise from within her, a mixture of shame and anger, yet she could not resist the peculiar pleasure. Her eyes were downcast, her gaze hazy, her mind churning with complex thoughts: "I, a dignified demoness, have fallen to such a fate... Will I be bound here by this bastard forever?" She gritted her teeth, the cloth in her mouth muffling her whimpers, yet a tear escaped the corner of her eye, tracing a path down her cheek and landing on the ropes across her chest, leaving a small wet stain. She hated her powerlessness, and even more, she hated her body, which was gradually betraying her. Footsteps approached from outside the cave. Lin Fuchen entered, carrying a wild rabbit. He wore a coarse cloth robe, speckled with bits of grass, and a short knife in his hand, its blade still bearing traces of blood. His gaze swept over Ye Xiaoji, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards into a playful smile. Sensing his arrival, Ye Xiaoji's head snapped up, her eyes filled with stubborn defiance. She struggled forcefully, the ropes tightening further. Her M-shaped legs trembled slightly, and the knots at her knees pulled against the iron ring on the stone wall, emitting a faint squeaking sound. Her undergarments were already soaked, clinging to her skin and revealing a shameful outline – evidence of the previous training. She glared at him, her eyes a mixture of shame and haze, but unable to conceal her humiliation. Lin Fuchen dropped the rabbit and slowly approached, crouching before her. He lifted her sweat-dampened chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. He whispered, "Well, Your Highness the Demoness, how have you been these past few days? Look at those tears, truly heartbreaking." His tone was mocking. He flicked his finger against the collar around her neck, causing the rope to tighten, constricting her throat and eliciting a low "Mmmph" sound. Ye Xiaoji glared fiercely at him, her eyes defiant, but the gag prevented her from speaking. She tried to turn her head away, but the collar restricted her, forcing her to look up at him. Lin Fuchen's gaze roamed over her body, from her W-shaped arms bound behind her back, to her chest, pushed high by the tightening ropes, to her M-shaped legs forced apart, and finally settling on her soaked undergarments. He whistled and chuckled, "Tsk tsk, it seems the training has been effective. Your body has learned to respond on its own." He stood up and unfastened the Spirit Binding Rope from his waist. The rope was a lustrous jade green, emitting a faint spiritual glow. He leaned in, looping the rope around her shoulder. When he pulled it taut, it dug into her fair skin, leaving a deep red mark. His movements were practiced and rough. The rope passed under her arms, circled her chest, and tightened beneath her breasts, forcing her upper body to arch forward. The remnants of her brocade robe were squeezed almost to tearing, revealing more of her snow-white skin. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving as the rope rubbed against her skin, causing a stinging sensation and a wave of heat. Lin Fuchen chuckled, his fingers pinching her waist, feeling its supple texture, before sliding the rope down towards her lower body. He threaded a section of the rope between her legs, pressing into the gap between her undergarments and her thighs. The rope pressed against her most sensitive area, and with a strong pull, Ye Xiaoji's body jolted violently, letting out a suppressed moan: "Mmmph—!" The sound, muffled by the gag, was indistinct yet undeniably seductive. Her legs instinctively clamped together, but the M-shaped binding prevented them from closing, and the ropes at her knees pulled against the stone wall, limiting her struggles. "Still so stubborn," Lin Fuchen snorted. He pressed his finger against the inside of her thigh, tightening the rope again, creating a shallow groove. Her soaked undergarments were squeezed even tighter, outlining a shameful contour. Tears streamed faster from Ye Xiaoji's eyes, a mixture of shame and a hint of allure she refused to acknowledge. Her body was so sensitive it was almost unbearable. Each friction of the rope made her tremble, while her mind screamed in despair, "I can't... I can't surrender like this!" Lin Fuchen watched as her defiant gaze gradually crumbled, revealing a seductive expression. He patted her cheek with satisfaction and whispered, "Your Highness the Demoness, this expression is much better than when you're killing people." He stood up, his gaze lingering on her helpless, bound form, a surge of pleasure coursing through him. Lin Fuchen seized the opportunity, and the Spirit Binding Rope shot out like a green serpent, swiftly coiling around her wrists. Her reaction was lightning-fast, her sonic wave transforming into a blade to slash at the rope, but the poisonous mist had weakened her spiritual energy, making her a beat too slow. The rope ensnared her fair wrists, tightening to leave a faint red mark. Lin Fuchen yanked hard, forcing her arms behind her back. Yue Jinli struggled to rise, her white gauze fluttering, silver bells tinkling. She hissed, "Let me go!" Her voice, clear and cold, held a trace of defiance. Her legs kicked out, attempting to push him away, but Lin Fuchen stomped on her ankle, rendering her immobile. He sneered, the Spirit Binding Rope in his hand twisting rapidly. The rope snaked down from her shoulder blades, through her armpits, and across her chest. The white gauze tightened, accentuating her slightly full breasts and slender waist. The rope circled twice beneath her breasts, constricting to leave a deep red mark. Her breath hitched, her chest heaving violently as she let out a muffled groan. Lin Fuchen leaned in close, whispering, "Your Highness, the Saintess, struggling is useless. This rope was made just for you." He pressed a finger to her shoulder, forcing her to her knees. The rope continued its journey, winding from her back to her waist, cinching her pliant waist. The hem of her white gauze was pulled open, revealing her fair abdomen, her skin glowing in the firelight. He wrapped the rope around her waist three times, tightening with each turn. The marks deepened, her waist forced into an unnatural straightness, her breathing ragged. A flicker of defiance crossed Yue Jinli's eyes. She tried to circulate her spiritual energy to break free, but the combined effects of the poisonous mist and the soul-bewitching incense left her mind hazy. She watched Lin Fuchen with cold eyes, her voice low, "You despicable wretch, you will pay for this." Her tone was icy, yet it couldn't quite mask her resignation. Lin Fuchen snorted, lifting a strand of her long hair with his finger. He murmured, "Pay? We'll talk about that once I've finished binding you." He threaded a rope between her legs, tucking it between the white gauze and her undergarments. The rope pressed against the juncture of her thighs. With a sharp tug, her body jolted, and a short, sharp cry escaped her lips, "Ah—!" The sound, clear and laced with shame, echoed through the cave. Had there been onlookers, they would have marveled at the scene—the Saintess Yue Jinli, the aloof and noble fairy of the Heavenly Sound Sect, now kneeling in a crude cave, her white gauze disheveled, the rope tightening around her delicate form. The rope between her legs chafed her most sensitive parts, forcing out a shameful moan. Her hair was scattered, her silver bells silenced, the firelight painting her skin crimson, her body marked by the rope, like a magnolia flower battered by a storm. Lin Fuchen squatted before her, his gaze lingering on her long legs. He whispered, "Your Highness, the Saintess, these legs mustn't move about carelessly." He began binding her legs from the upper thighs, each loop meticulously tightened. The rope crisscrossed between her legs, forming a net-like pattern. Her thighs were squeezed, slightly distorted, the white gauze bunching up to reveal more of her fair skin. He moved downwards, the rope coiling around her knees, her calves, all the way to her ankles. Finally, he tied a tight knot around her bare feet, her toes curling in tension, glistening. Yue Jinli met his gaze with cold eyes, a mixture of defiance and resignation. She tried to struggle, her legs pushing out with force, but the restraint of the rope rendered her efforts futile. The rope tightened further, bringing a sharp sting and a wave of heat. She bit her lip until blood beaded, whispering, "You base creature..." Her voice trembled, a final spark of stubbornness. Lin Fuchen stood up, clapping his hands, and chuckled, "Your Highness, the Saintess, curse all you want. Once you get used to the rope's embrace, you won't have the strength to curse." His gaze swept over her bound, helpless body, a surge of satisfaction rising within him. **Ye Xiaoji's Observation** Ye Xiaoji leaned against the stone wall, watching the scene with complex emotions. Yue Jinli's capture brought her a sliver of vengeful pleasure, yet seeing the delicate body beneath the white gauze constrained by ropes stirred an inexplicable sense of empathy. She murmured, "Saintess... you too have a day like this." Her voice was husky, tinged with mockery, but couldn't quite hide the humiliation in her eyes. Lin Fuchen glanced back at her, chuckling, "Your Highness, the Demoness, well done. This Saintess is thanks to you." He turned back to Yue Jinli, looking down at her bound, immobile form, and whispered, "From now on, you two sisters will keep me company." A cold system notification echoed in his mind: "Mission Complete: Capture the Heavenly Sound Sect's Saintess, Yue Jinli. Bonus Mission Complete: Induce Ye Xiaoji to cooperate in capturing Yue Jinli. Rewards: Cultivation technique 'Spiritual Breath Art', 'Spirit Binding Rope' upgrade, Spiritual energy increased to late Qi Refining stage." Lin Fuchen checked the system interface, a slight smile playing on his lips. Yue Jinli's capture and Ye Xiaoji's compliance brought him one step closer to his goal. He looked down at Yue Jinli, sneering, "Your Highness, the Saintess, welcome to my 'collection'." Yue Jinli glared at him, the defiance in her eyes gradually replaced by resignation. Her delicate body trembled slightly under the rope's embrace, her white gauze disheveled. The firelight made her appear like a shattered jade statue. Ye Xiaoji's low chuckle echoed in the cave, carrying a twisted sense of satisfaction. The damp, cold air of the Lingyun Mountain range surged like a tide within the cave. Only a few faint red embers remained of the campfire, casting mottled, eerie shadows on the cave walls. Yue Jinli knelt on the rough stone floor, her white gauze robes already in disarray. The gossamer-thin fabric was pressed tightly against her skin by the ropes, like a second layer of skin, outlining her graceful form. Her hands were bound behind her back with Spirit Binding Ropes, forcing her into an extreme "Reverse Guan Yin" posture. Her shoulders were stretched to their limit, her shoulder blades like butterflies poised for flight, yet pinned immovably by the ropes. The ropes looped under her armpits and tightened across her chest, pushing her breasts into a rounded, high swell beneath the white gauze, like two jade peaks threatening to burst through her clothes. With the slightest movement, they trembled, exuding a shameful allure. Her waist was cinched as slender as a willow by the ropes. Three circles of luminous green rope coiled around her midsection like pythons, leaving deep red marks on her skin, which glistened with sweat, like white jade scorched by fire. Her abdomen was as flat as a mirror, but taut from the pressure of the crotch rope. This rope passed between her legs, digging into the space between the white gauze and her undergarments, pressing against the tender flesh at the juncture of her thighs, creating a shameful shallow groove. Her legs were bound in an M-shape, thighs and calves folded and secured. Ropes connected her knees to the cave wall, her bare feet curled, her toes clenched into a tight ball from tension, glistening with a dewy sheen. A collar around her neck acted like a yoke, its ropes tethered to the cave wall, forcing her head to tilt back slightly. Her long hair, scattered like an ink waterfall, clung to her sweat-slicked cheeks, failing to conceal her clear, yet shamed and furious eyes. Yue Jinli panted, her chest rising and falling like waves. Each breath caused the ropes to chafe her skin, bringing a stinging heat. She tried to struggle, twisting her arms with all her might, but she was like a caged bird chained by iron links. Her joints ached as if rusted, impossible to shake off or loosen, leaving her arms stiffly locked behind her. Viewed from the front, her arms seemed to have vanished, leaving only a pair of bare shoulders, their pale skin flashing in the firelight, like a desecrated jade statue. Her lips were tightly clenched, drawing blood. A low whimper escaped her throat, "Mmm... mmm..." The sound was clear and trembling, filled with endless shame and helplessness. Lin Fuchen squatted before her, his fingers lifting her sweat-dampened chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. He chuckled, his tone laced with mockery. "Your Highness the Saintess, you don't look much like the pure immortal maiden of the Heavenly Sound Sect like this. More like a canary tied up in a cage." He lightly flicked the collar around her neck. The Soul Locking Ring vibrated, and the ropes tightened, constricting her throat. She let out a suppressed "Mmm." Yue Jinli glared at him, the shame in her eyes burning like a fierce flame. Her clear eyes, however, were misted by sweat and tears. She tried to circulate her spiritual energy to break free, but the combined effects of the poisonous mist and the soul-bewitching incense blurred her consciousness. Her body felt as if it were falling into an abyss, so heavy she lacked the strength to even lift her hand. She said in a low voice, "You base wretch... I will never yield!" Her voice trembled, carrying her last shred of defiance, yet unable to mask her powerless despair. Her body was like a magnolia flower battered by a storm. Beneath the white gauze, her skin was covered in fine beads of sweat, and the rope marks were everywhere, like shameful brands carved by a knife. The crotch rope tightened around the base of her thighs, and with every struggle, the rope dug deeper, the friction bringing an unfamiliar heat. Shame washed over her, drowning her noble demeanor. She roared inwardly, "I am the Saintess of the Heavenly Sound Sect, how can I endure such humiliation!" Yet her body's reactions betrayed her like a traitor. Her soaked undergarments clung to her sensitive parts, revealing a darker stain, as if silently mocking her powerlessness. Lin Fuchen stood up, the Spirit Binding Rope in his hand moving again. The rope was luminous green like jade, emitting a faint spiritual glow. He wrapped it around her chest once more, tightening it to press into her fair skin, forcing her upper body to arch further. The white gauze was stretched to the point of tearing, revealing more of her snow-white flesh. He said in a low voice, "Your Highness the Saintess, your chest is held so high, as if you're offering it to someone." He pressed a finger on the inside of her thigh, and the crotch rope tightened, causing her body to tremble. She let out a short, sharp cry, "Ah—!" The sound was clear and shameful, echoing through the cave. He leaned closer, his breath fanning her ear. He whispered, "Stop pretending to be cold. Your body is even more sensitive than Ye Xiaoji's." He tightened the crotch rope under her legs, the rope rubbing against her soaked undergarments, bringing a stinging heat. Yue Jinli bit her lip, trying to suppress the strange pleasure rising from within her body, but her trembling betrayed her. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, shame mixed with a hint of confusion she refused to acknowledge. Ye Xiaoji leaned against the cave wall, watching the scene with a complex expression. She let out a low laugh, her voice husky and mocking. "Your Highness the Saintess, don't you look down on me, a demoness? Now you're just like me, tied up like a plaything by this bastard." Her tone carried the satisfaction of revenge, but a flicker of humiliation crossed her eyes. She thought to herself, "Yue Jinli, you have your day too. Let's see how proud you can still be!" Yue Jinli lowered her head, her long hair obscuring half her face, tears falling silently. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the strange pleasure rising from within her body, but with every tightening of the rope, she felt an indescribable heat. Her body was like a drawn bow, taut to the point of breaking, yet with nowhere to escape. She struggled inwardly, "I can't... I can't surrender like this!" But the sensitivity of her body filled her with fear. She was afraid that she would completely succumb to this torment and become a puppet who only knew how to please. Lin Fuchen squatted before her, his fingers tracing her neck, touching the red marks left by the ropes, feeling the warm skin and the faint tremors. He said in a low voice, "Your Highness the Saintess, stop resisting. Look at this body, how obedient it is." He wrapped the rope around her waist once more, tightening it to force her to arch her back further. The rope marks were deep red, her skin glistening with sweat. She let out a low whimper, the defiance in her eyes gradually collapsing, replaced by a hint of resigned softness. Ye Xiaoji sneered, saying in a low voice, "Look at this immortal maiden, now she's like a tamed kitten." Her mockery was like a knife piercing Yue Jinli's heart. Shame and unwillingness churned within her, but her body's reactions left her unable to refute it. The tears in her eyes intensified, her clear eyes misted over, and her noble demeanor was gradually replaced by submission. Lin Fuchen patted her cheek with satisfaction, saying in a low voice, "That's right, Your Highness the Saintess. From now on, you and Her Highness the Demoness will serve me well." He stood up, his gaze lingering on the delicate bodies of the two women, bound by ropes. A surge of pleasure coursed through him. Yue Jinli's submission and Ye Xiaoji's humiliation filled him with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Her head bowed, long hair disheveled, clinging to her sweat-slicked nose and delicate cheeks. Her clear eyes were veiled with a mist, tears shimmering at the corners, on the verge of falling. She bit her lower lip, murmuring, "Must I… truly do this?" Her voice was soft and trembling, laced with reluctance and despair, a whisper like a mosquito's hum, as if questioning herself, or perhaps begging Lin Fuchen for a sliver of mercy. She raised her eyes to look at Liu Qingyao, whispering, "Qingyao, senior sister has wronged you…" Her tone was humble and sincere, filled with profound guilt, yet inwardly she thought, "If it can save you, what does it matter if I fall further?" Lin Fuchen slowly crouched down, his fingertips lifting her chin, forcing her to meet his mocking gaze. He chuckled, "Your Highness the Saintess, do not delay. If her progress can be accelerated, I might show leniency." He offered a spiritual jade bead, a thumb-sized, crystalline orb emitting a faint spiritual glow, cold and strangely alluring. He loosened the ropes binding her legs but kept her upper body and the ropes between her thighs secured, forcing her to move towards Liu Qingyao in a humiliating posture. The friction of the ropes between her thighs ignited a sting and a heat, and a low "woo" escaped her, echoing in the cave, shameful and captivating. Yue Jinli took the spiritual jade bead, her fingertips trembling. The warmth of her palm intertwined with the bead's chill, and her body jolted. The pressure from the ropes between her thighs sent a wave of numbness through her. Tears streamed down, falling onto the stone floor and creating faint ripples. She lowered her head, slowly moving towards Liu Qingyao, a monstrous guilt churning within her. "I am the Saintess of the Heavenly Melody Sect, and I must personally humiliate my junior sister… How can I atone for this sin?" Her eyes clouded with despair, her lips trembling, yet she could not stop. Liu Qingyao knelt to the side, her pale green robes tattered, her chest torn open, revealing her pearly collarbones and the gentle swell of her breasts. The white jade belt at her waist was askew, her slender waist nearly snapped by the ropes. The ropes, bound like a horse's harness, wrapped from her shoulder blades to her chest, leaving deep red marks. Her breasts were pushed high, and the torn hem of her skirt exposed her fair abdomen and long, elegant legs. The ropes between her thighs dug into her most private parts, her soaked undergarments revealing shameful traces. A spirit-sealing bead blocked her mouth, a phallic protrusion thrust deep into her throat, slowly draining her spiritual energy, causing a wave of nausea. She tried to struggle, her legs bound in a humiliating M-shape, unable to move. The friction of the ropes brought pain and heat. She let out a muffled "woo—," her clear voice laced with anger and despair. Flames blazed in her eyes, her beautiful face contorted with humiliation. Her long hair clung to her sweat-dampened cheeks, tears falling and staining the ropes on her chest, creating damp patches. She widened her eyes, looking at Yue Jinli as she approached, and let out a low cry, "Senior sister, you…" Her voice was muffled by the spirit-sealing bead, leaving only a faint whimper, angry and powerless. Inside, she roared, "Senior sister, how could you do this! I would rather die than yield!" Yue Jinli moved to Liu Qingyao's front, her kneeling posture forcing her chest forward. Her white undergarment clung to her delicate skin, her breasts trembling slightly, their rosy tips peeking through. She lowered her head, her fingertips trembling as she held the spiritual jade bead, whispering, "Qingyao, I'm sorry… Senior sister has no choice." Her voice was gentle and pained, filled with profound guilt, as her hand slowly reached for Liu Qingyao's skirt. Liu Qingyao's body jolted, and she tried to twist her waist to evade, but the restraint of the ropes left her immobile. The ropes between her thighs tightened, bringing a sharp pain. She let out a muffled "woo—," the fire in her eyes intensifying, tears falling faster. Yue Jinli's fingertips lifted the tattered hem of her skirt, revealing her pearly thighs and pale green undergarments. The soaked fabric clung to her untouched private parts, outlining shameful curves. Yue Jinli bit her lip until blood beaded, her trembling fingertips bringing the spiritual jade bead close to Liu Qingyao's most private area, whispering, "Qingyao, bear with it…" She inserted the jade bead between the ropes, pressing it against her soaked undergarments. As the vibration switch was activated, intense stimulation surged through Liu Qingyao's entire body like an electric current. She let out a short, sharp cry, "Woo—ah!" Her voice was clear and shameful, filled with anger and despair. Her body trembled violently, her legs trying to close, but the ropes rendered her efforts futile. The jade bead's vibrations pierced her most private parts like countless tiny needles, bringing an indescribable heat and numbness. Her private parts, untouched before, were now desecrated by her senior sister's own hands, a wave of shame washing over her, drowning her proud demeanor. The anger in Liu Qingyao's eyes gradually gave way to despair. A blush spread across her beautiful face, tears falling faster, dripping onto the ropes between her thighs and creating damp patches. She thought inwardly, "Such humiliation… I, the daughter of a Heavenly Melody Sect elder, how can I endure this!" Yet her body betrayed her like a traitor. The jade bead's vibrations stirred a pleasure she was unwilling to admit. Her breasts trembled with her gasps, their rosy tips hardening and burning, as if about to burst through her clothes. Lin Fuchen leaned against the cave wall, his gaze sharp as a hawk's. He said softly, "Your Highness the Saintess, do not forget what is above her." His tone was calm and mocking, with an undeniable pressure. Yue Jinli's body stiffened, a flicker of struggle in her clear eyes. She whispered, "I…" Her voice was weak and trembling, filled with reluctance. Lin Fuchen tapped the ropes between her thighs, intensifying the jade bead's vibration. She let out a low "yiyi," forced to continue.