The Ultimate Artifact Forging Bondage System

"Cultivation world..." Tang Bao murmured to herself. Just then, a clear, mechanical, yet inexplicably pleased voice suddenly echoed in her mind. [Ding—The Strongest Artifact Refining System has successfully bound to the host.] [Synchronizing host identity information...] [Synchronization complete.] [Host Name: Su Tang Bao] [Identity: Outer disciple, miscellaneous affairs, Qingyun Sect] [Age: Fifteen] [Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 1 (Extremely deficient in spiritual energy)] [Talent: Low-grade spirit root (weak fire attribute)] [System Core Function: 100% success rate in artifact refining. Regardless of poor materials or unskilled techniques, finished products can always be crafted.] [Special Heavenly Dao Rule: All artifacts, spiritual tools, and magic treasures refined by the host will automatically lean towards "binding, restraint, control, and taming" functions. This is a special blessing from the Heavenly Dao to the host, cannot be turned off, cannot be changed.] [Current Available Permission: Basic Artifact Refining.] [Hint: The host may attempt the first artifact refining experiment with existing materials.] Tang Bao froze in place. 100% success rate in artifact refining? That was definitely a good thing. But what the hell was that second sentence about "leaning towards binding"? She subconsciously touched her empty sleeves, which only contained a few low-grade spirit stones and some broken spirit threads—the original owner of this body was clearly dirt poor. "System, explain that more clearly. What do you mean by leaning towards binding?" [Simply put, the items the host refines will prioritize functions such as binding, fixing, restricting movement, and stimulating sensitive areas.] [For example: ordinary ropes will become spirit ropes that automatically tighten; ordinary rings will become lock rings that can bind limbs or genitals; ordinary beads will become vibrating beads that can be inserted into the body.] [This is arranged by the Heavenly Dao, and the host cannot resist.] Tang Bao was silent for three seconds. Then she stared at her own slender fingers and suddenly smiled. "Alright, it's a cheat anyway. Let's try it first." She got off the bed, her bare feet stepping onto the cold bluestone floor. Although the room was small, there were some discarded materials piled in the corner: a few withered spirit herbs, two cracked low-grade spirit stones, and a roll of blackened hemp rope, picked up from who knows where. Tang Bao dragged all these items to the bedside and sat down cross-legged. "System, teach me how to refine." [Place the materials in front of you and communicate with the system using your intent.] [Suggested refining target for this time: Basic binding spirit rope. The materials are poor, but sufficient.] Tang Bao took a deep breath, arranged the spirit herbs, spirit stones, and the roll of hemp rope in a circle. She closed her eyes and, following the system's instructions, slowly infused the meager spiritual energy within her body into the materials. The next second, a miracle happened. The spirit herbs instantly burned into smoke, the low-grade spirit stones shattered into powder, and the hemp rope was enveloped in a layer of pale red light. The light grew brighter and hotter, and finally, with a "buzz," it condensed into a blood-red thin rope, lying quietly in her palm. The rope was about three feet long, uniform in thickness, with fine runes faintly visible on its surface. It felt warm and soft to the touch, pulsing slightly like a living thing. Tang Bao's eyes lit up. "It succeeded? So quickly?" She carefully picked up the red rope and examined it. The runes glowed faintly under the stimulation of spiritual energy, possessing an indescribable dangerous beauty. "System, how do I use this rope?" [Inject spiritual energy to activate it. Once activated, it will automatically seek the nearest bindable target and complete the binding.] Tang Bao nodded and subconsciously sent a trace of spiritual energy into the rope. She just wanted to test its feel. However, the next instant— "Snap!" The red rope exploded like ignited gunpowder. It wrapped around Tang Bao's body with a speed so fast it was almost a blur. First, her hands. Her wrists were twisted behind her back, the knot tightening fiercely at her wrist bones, leaving deep red marks. Next were her forearms and elbows, her entire arms firmly secured behind her, unable to move. Then, her legs. The red rope started from her ankles, spiraling upwards, tightening around her calves, knees, and thighs, binding her two slender legs tightly together. When it reached the base of her thighs, the rope suddenly split, precisely embedding itself between her lips. That thin strand was wet and hot, directly pressing into the soft flesh of her lips, pinning her tender clitoris beneath the rope. As long as Tang Bao breathed slightly, the thin rope would fiercely rub against that spot. Her chest was given special attention. The red rope crossed in front of her chest in a standard tortoise-shell pattern, tightening from the base of her breasts, lifting and squeezing the slightly developed flesh high. The tightening made her breasts swell, her nipples forced to stand erect, trembling slightly in the cold air. With every tightening of the rope, the base of her breasts was squeezed tighter, bringing a sensation of both pain and numbness. Tang Bao was fixed in a kneeling position, her hands bound behind her, her legs together, her upper body leaning back slightly. Because her chest was lifted so high, she was forced to arch her back. "Wait, wait a minute—! System! Stop!" [The host's current spiritual energy is insufficient to forcibly release.] [This rope will continue to absorb the host's spiritual energy to maintain the binding until the spiritual energy is depleted.] [Estimated time for complete release: approximately one day and one night.] Tang Bao's face instantly turned pale. She struggled desperately, but every struggle caused the red rope to tighten a notch. The thin strand embedded between her lips ground against her clitoris with every movement, bringing waves of sharp, tingling pleasure. Her breasts turned purple from the tightening, her nipples aching and swollen, almost deformed by the rope. "Mmmph...!" She bit her lip, trying to circulate her energy to break free, only to find that the already scarce spiritual energy within her was being continuously siphoned away by the rope. The more she circulated her energy, the tighter the binding became. There was no one in the room. [Detected available materials. Can refine "Novice Binding Spirit Rope." Success rate 100%.] [Hint: The finished product will possess functions such as automatic tightening, stimulation of sensitive points, and absorption of target spiritual energy.] Tang Bao's mouth twitched. She looked up at Lin Qingxue. This girl had a well-proportioned figure, her breasts were even fuller than her own, her waist was slender, and her legs were long. She was clearly the type who practiced diligently and was almost completely ignorant of matters between men and women. "Alright," Tang Bao nodded. "But my method of refining artifacts is a bit special. You'll have to watch by the side, so if there's any problem, we can deal with it in time." Lin Qingxue hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay." The two returned to the stone house. Tang Bao laid out the materials on the ground, sat down cross-legged, and slowly injected spiritual energy according to the system's guidance. This time, the materials were good, and the process went much more smoothly. Green smoke rose, and the spider silk rapidly melted and reformed in the spiritual light, finally condensing into a silvery-white thin rope, about five feet long, with faint runes glowing on its surface. Lin Qingxue's eyes lit up: "So beautiful... Is this the immobilization rope?" "More or less," Tang Bao handed over the thin rope. "Try the feel of it first." Lin Qingxue took the silver rope and curiously wrapped a finger around it. The rope was warm and soft, trembling slightly like a living thing. "How do I activate it?" "Just inject a little spiritual energy." Lin Qingxue sent a wisp of spiritual energy into it as instructed. The next instant, the silver rope erupted. "Snap—!" The speed was astonishing. Lin Qingxue didn't even have time to react before she was completely entangled by the silver rope. Her hands were tied behind her back, the wrists bound tightly; her legs were spiraled from the ankles all the way up to the roots of her thighs, binding her legs firmly together. The most outrageous part was her chest—the silver rope precisely wrapped around the base of her breasts, crossing to lift and compress the two mounds of full flesh high, creating deep cleavage. The nipples were repeatedly rubbed by the edge of the rope, quickly becoming hard and poking two obvious points through the fabric. And between her legs, a strand of the thin rope separated and directly embedded itself between her lips. "Ah—!" Lin Qingxue let out a short scream, her entire body fixed in a kneeling posture, her upper body forced to straighten. Because her chest was squeezed so tightly, her breathing became rapid. "Su, Junior Sister Su! W-what's going on?! Untie me quickly!" Tang Bao herself was startled and quickly tried to use her spiritual energy to touch the silver rope, only to find that it was frantically absorbing Lin Qingxue's spiritual energy to reinforce the binding. [ "I am Shen Qingwan, from the Eighth Courtyard of the Outer Sect." Her voice was clear and cold, but not arrogant. "Junior Sister Lin mentioned that Junior Sister Su can refine... special binding artifacts." Tang Bao looked her up and down. Shen Qingwan's figure was more voluptuous than Lin Qingxue's, the curve of her breasts faintly visible beneath her long robe, yet her waist was astonishingly slender. Her cultivation exuded the aura of the fourth level of Qi Condensation, making her a standout in the outer sect. "What do you wish to refine?" Shen Qingwan took out an exquisite jade box from her sleeve. Inside lay several rare Seven-Leaf Spirit Grasses, three high-grade spirit stones, and a roll of silkworm silk that shimmered with a faint golden light. "The materials are here. I desire an artifact that can simultaneously bind my limbs and... sensitive areas, and can act continuously within the body." Tang Bao's heart stirred. The system chimed in almost simultaneously: [Material grade is sufficient. Can refine "Intermediate Invasive Binding Spirit Rope".] [Function Preview: Automatically tightens around all critical body parts; splits into fine threads to penetrate the flower path and rear passage; continuously vibrates and stimulates sensitive points; efficiently absorbs target's spiritual energy.] [Success rate: 100%.] Tang Bao nodded. "I can do it. However, it would be best if you stayed here during the refining process, in case any issues arise." Shen Qingwan was silent for a moment, then finally sat down nearby, her expression as calm as if she were waiting for an ordinary transaction. Tang Bao took a deep breath, arranged the materials, and infused them with spiritual energy. This time, the light was more dazzling than ever before. The silkworm silk melted and reformed in the spiritual light, the Seven-Leaf Spirit Grasses turned into green smoke and merged into it, finally condensing into a fine, pale golden rope. The rope was thinner than the previous silver one, but it pulsed with a dangerous sheen, and two extremely fine tendril-like branches extended from its end. Shen Qingwan took the golden rope, her fingertips trembling slightly. "How do I activate it?" "Just infuse it with spiritual energy." She did as instructed. The next instant, the golden rope erupted. Its speed was faster than the silver rope, and in the blink of an eye, it had coiled around Shen Qingwan, binding her completely. Her hands were forced behind her back, the rope so tight that her wrist bones turned white; her legs were spirally bound from the ankles up to the thighs, forcing her two slender legs together tightly. The golden rope across her chest crossed into a complex tortoise-shell pattern, lifting and compressing her full breasts, creating a deep cleavage. Her nipples were forced to stand erect, forming two distinct points beneath her long robe. The most crucial part was the two fine branches. They seemed to have a will of their own, precisely probing into the moist crevice between her legs. One directly penetrated deep into her flower path, while the other pressed against the entrance of her rear passage, slowly pushing its way in. "Mmm...!" Shen Qingwan's clear, cold expression shattered instantly. She was fixed in a kneeling posture, her upper body forced upright, trembling slightly from the sudden fullness within her. The golden rope began to vibrate—not violently, but with a fine, continuous, precise grinding against her sensitive points. The thread in her flower path pressed against the softest flesh at its deepest point, each vibration bringing an overwhelming wave of pleasure; the one in her rear passage slowly moved in and out, bringing a feeling of fullness from the intrusion of a foreign object. "Ah... Haa... What, what is this...!" Shen Qingwan's voice finally carried a hint of panic. She tried to channel her spiritual energy to break free, but the golden rope immediately began to greedily absorb her spiritual energy, tightening its hold instead. Her breasts were squeezed until they turned purplish, her nipples rubbed raw against the edges of the rope, causing both pain and numbness. The two threads between her legs continuously deepened and vibrated, making her flower path and rear passage wet and soft. Her arousal quickly flowed down her inner thighs, staining the green robe with dark patches. "No, don't... too deep... Haa... Stop, stop..." Her composure completely crumbled. Her eyes reddened rapidly, her breathing becoming ragged. Yet, her body, due to the continuous stimulation, writhed uncontrollably, only causing the threads within her to penetrate deeper. Tang Bao stood by, watching Shen Qingwan, who usually held herself with such dignity, reduced to this state by the artifact she had just refined. Her throat felt a little dry. The system's voice carried a hint of pleasure: [Intermediate Invasive Binding Spirit Rope under practical testing.] [Target's sensitivity is extremely high, spiritual energy absorption efficiency increased by 40%.] [Estimated complete release time: approximately one and a half days and nights.] Shen Qingwan was bound for a full day and night. During the day, she could still bite her lip and endure, but by night, she had completely broken down. Orgasms came one after another, each one causing her body to convulse violently. Her flower path and rear passage clenched tightly around the threads within her, yet the continuous vibration forced out more arousal. Her nipples were rubbed red and swollen, shining, and the rope across her chest seemed to be embedding itself into her flesh. Before leaving, she glanced back, a faint smile playing on her lips. Lin Yiyi closed the door and held the dress up against herself. The size was surprisingly perfect. She already disliked Zhao Qingyan, but the dress was genuinely beautiful, so she decided to try it on. The pale green fabric clung to her body, soft and cool, unexpectedly comfortable. She took a couple of casual steps, feeling nothing unusual, and prepared to circulate her qi to reorder her disrupted spiritual energy. The next instant— *Snap!* Chaos erupted. The runes on the inside of the sleeves suddenly lit up, and the entire dress seemed to come alive, constricting. The loose sleeves tightened instantly, forcibly pulling her arms backward until her wrists were pressed tightly together behind her back, then firmly secured by the fabric—a standard straight-arm bind. Simultaneously, the hem rapidly extended downwards and tightened, constricting her legs from the knees to her ankles, locking them together so tightly that she couldn't even bend her knees. Lin Yiyi was fixed in a rigid, upright stance, her arms bound behind her back and immobile, her legs squeezed into a straight line by the hem, making even a single step impossible. "What... what is this?!" Her face contorted in shock, and she immediately channeled her Foundation Establishment stage spiritual energy, attempting to break free. But the more she circulated her qi, the tighter the restraints became. The straight-arm bind exerted an astonishing force, causing her shoulders and elbows to ache; the hem around her legs tightened like countless fine ropes, leaving deep marks on her thighs, knees, and calves. Even more agonizingly, as the hem constricted, it precisely wedged itself into the most sensitive area between her legs, gently caressing with every breath she took. "Mmm...!" Lin Yiyi's breathing grew ragged. As a cultivator at the early Foundation Establishment stage, her body was already far more sensitive than ordinary disciples. Being so securely bound, and with the fabric continuously stimulating her inner thighs, warm liquid soon began to seep out uncontrollably. She wanted to cry out for help, but found her voice slightly suppressed by the runes at the collar, only managing to emit faint whimpers. Just as she was consumed by shame and anger, struggling desperately, the courtyard gate was gently pushed open. Zhao Qingyan walked in. She looked at Lin Yiyi, pinned in place by the straight-arm bind and the leg constriction, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. Then, she raised an eyebrow and spoke in a deliberately drawn-out tone: "Well, well, isn't this our Elder Lin." She slowly approached, circling Lin Yiyi, her gaze lingering on the breasts pushed high by the binding and the legs clamped tightly together. "How did you end up tied like this?" Lin Yiyi's face instantly flushed crimson, a mixture of rage and shame: "Zhao Qingyan! Untie me!" Zhao Qingyan acted as if she hadn't heard, reaching out to lightly tease Lin Yiyi's reddened nipples, feeling the tremor beneath her fingertips, and chuckled softly: "So tight, your qi must be all over the place, right? I thought you were quite resilient usually, so why can't you even stand steady now?" Her fingers traced down along the fabric wedged between her legs, pressing slowly against the most sensitive spot through the damp cloth. Lin Yiyi trembled all over, her legs feeling weak, almost buckling, but the hem held her fast, forcing her to maintain the rigid posture, at the mercy of the other's "care." "Don't... don't touch... Haa..." Zhao Qingyan leaned close to her ear, her voice soft and slow: "Let me 'take care' of you properly, Elder Lin." Her fingers increased their pressure, grinding repeatedly through the moist fabric. With her other hand, she pinched the swollen nipple and twisted it gently. Lin Yiyi's breathing completely dissolved. The straight-arm bind rendered her utterly incapable of resistance, and the leg constriction turned every subtle shift into self-stimulation. Zhao Qingyan's fingers were expertly skilled, targeting the most unbearable spots, and before long, she had Lin Yiyi's eyes reddening, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Zhao Qingyan... you... you are such a... despicable..." [Can refine "High-grade Counter-Binding Device · Dragon Binding Rope".] [Function Preview: Can actively bind a designated target, ignoring resistance from cultivators below the Foundation Establishment stage; possesses "Spirit Energy Seal" effect, temporarily locking down target's cultivation; equipped with "Sensitivity Amplification" rune, increasing target's sensitivity by 300%.] [Warning: After this artifact is refined, the host must use it with caution to avoid accidental injury.] Tang Bao's heart raced. This function... was clearly a weapon of revenge aimed at Zhao Qingyan. "What does Elder wish to refine?" she asked cautiously. Lin Yiyi's lips curved upward, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "I want a rope that can trap a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Not one that triggers passively, but one that can be controlled actively. I want Zhao Qingyan to also taste... the feeling of being bound and at the mercy of others." She paused, her voice lowering, with a tremor she herself didn't notice. "Moreover, I want her to suffer more than I did." Tang Bao was silent for a moment, then finally nodded. "Yes. However... during the refining process, Elder might need to cooperate with testing. For such a high-grade artifact, I cannot fully predict its effects." "No problem." Lin Yiyi sat down on the futon in the center of the stone room. "Let's start now." The refining process was longer than any previous time. The Binding Spirit Gold slowly melted in the spiritual fire, fusing with the Ice Heart Grass and Silkworm Silk, transforming into a slender, pitch-black rope. The rope was finer than the previous silver one, but it faintly pulsed with golden runes, as if alive. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Tang Bao's forehead. Refining high-grade artifacts consumed far more spiritual energy than she had imagined, almost draining her meager reserves. "The final step," she gritted out. "Someone needs to inject spiritual energy to activate the core rune. Elder, please." Lin Yiyi extended her hand, slowly injecting her Foundation Establishment stage spiritual energy into the black rope. The next instant, a sudden change occurred. The black rope erupted like ignited gunpowder. But instead of binding the person injecting spiritual energy as it had before, it coiled around Tang Bao like a spiritual snake! "What—?!" Tang Bao didn't even have time to react before she was completely ensnared by the black rope. Her hands were forced behind her back, the wrists bound tightly; her legs were spirally wrapped from the ankles up to her thighs, pressing them firmly together. The rope across her chest crossed into a complex tortoise-shell pattern, lifting and compressing her delicate breasts. Most critically, the golden runes on the rope's surface lit up, and a strange spiritual energy fluctuation instantly invaded her meridians— Her cultivation was completely sealed! "System! What's going on?!" she screamed in her mind. [High-grade Counter-Binding Device characteristic: Prioritizes binding the closest "refiner".] [Current status: Spirit Energy Seal is effective, host cannot circulate any cultivation techniques.] [Sensitivity Amplification rune activated, host's sensitivity increased by 300%.] [Estimated full release time: Unknown. Requires waiting for the artifact to "recognize" a new master.] Tang Bao's face instantly turned ashen. Lin Yiyi was stunned. She hadn't expected the magic artifact to bind the artifact refiner instead. "Tangbao?" She walked over, intending to untie the black rope. But as her fingers brushed against the rope, it recoiled as if alive, refusing to be touched. "I... I can't untie it..." Tangbao's voice was choked with tears. "This artifact... it wants a master..." She knelt on the ground, hands bound behind her back, legs pressed together, her entire body fixed in a posture of shame. The black rope tightened around her lips, gently caressing with each breath. The 300% amplification of sensitivity made every touch feel like an electric shock. Lin Yiyi looked at the scene before her, her expression changing. She looked at Tangbao's reddened nipples, at the deep groove the black rope carved between her legs, at the girl's flushed cheeks and tear-filled eyes, a result of the stimulation— This scene was so similar to what she had seen of herself in the mirror last night. "So... this is what it feels like to be bound." Lin Yiyi murmured to herself, her voice tinged with curiosity. She crouched down, meeting Tangbao's gaze, and reached out to gently touch the swollen flesh of her nipples, constricted by the rope. "Ah...! Don't... touch..." Tangbao trembled violently. Her body, with its amplified sensitivity, couldn't withstand any touch. Lin Yiyi's fingertip merely brushed against her, bringing an overwhelming wave of pleasure. "So sensitive?" Lin Yiyi raised an eyebrow, her fingers applying more pressure. She pinched and twisted the swollen, red tips. "What about this?" "Nnngh...!" Tangbao's body convulsed. Her flower pulsed uncontrollably, releasing a torrent of wetness that slicked the black rope. She tried to clamp her legs together, but they were bound too tightly. Her futile wriggling only caused the rope to dig deeper. Lin Yiyi watched her breakdown and suddenly smiled. "I understand now." She withdrew her hand and stood up. "This artifact is indeed powerful. However... it seems to only recognize you as its master." She walked around the bound Tangbao, her gaze lingering on the woman's shapely, constrained body. "Since it can't be untied, we'll just have to wait for your spiritual power to recover." Lin Yiyi sat down on a nearby chair, her tone leisurely. "Until then... I'll take good 'care' of my artifact refiner." Tangbao's eyes widened. "Elder..." "Don't be nervous." Lin Yiyi took out a pill from her sleeve. "This is a Spirit Recovery Pill. It will help you regain your spiritual power quickly. However..." She paused, the corner of her lips curving upwards. "I want you to take it while you're still bound." She brought the pill to Tangbao's lips, while her other hand slipped into the gap between Tangbao's legs, precisely finding that most sensitive spot. "Nnngh...!" "Peak second stage, equivalent to Qi Refining Layer 9," Liu Qing said. "It's fast, breathes fire, and is highly intelligent. I've tried everything, but it refuses to yield." Tang Bao watched it silently for a moment. She took out the collar she had just refined from her sleeve – black leather, intricately patterned with silver, and inlaid with a dark red soul-controlling blood crystal in the center. Unlike the restraints used for humans, the runes on this collar were more brutal, more direct, carved specifically along the flow of the beast's meridians. "Open the cage." Liu Qing whirled around, his eyes wide. "What?! It'll tear us to shreds!" "Open it," Tang Bao repeated, her voice still calm. "Otherwise, we can't test it." Liu Qing gritted his teeth and finally activated the seal. The black iron gate slowly rose with a dull grinding sound. The Blazing Fox stood up almost instantly. Its fur stood on end, like a ball of ignited fire. It lowered its body, its growl sharpening into a screech, and the next second, a torrent of scorching flames erupted towards the entrance. Tang Bao dodged to the side. The flames grazed her sleeve, bringing with them a wave of scorching heat. She didn't retreat; instead, she stepped into the cage. The Blazing Fox visibly faltered. This human was too weak. The aura of Qi Refining couldn't even scratch its fur. Yet, the other party had walked in voluntarily, without even flinching. It bared its teeth again, gathering power in its hind legs, preparing to pounce— Tang Bao flicked her wrist. The collar traced a short arc in the air, flying precisely towards the fox's neck. The Blazing Fox reacted with lightning speed, twisting its body to evade, but the silver patterns on the collar suddenly lit up, transforming into countless fine threads that instantly ensnared its limbs and torso. "Awooooo—!" The scream was almost tearing. The fox crashed heavily to the ground, the collar tightening, digging deep into its neck. The silver runes began to burrow into its meridians, like countless tiny needles, infiltrating the flow of its demonic energy bit by bit. Tang Bao stood three steps away, forming hand seals. "Phase One: Spiritual Energy Suppression." The soul-controlling blood crystal suddenly blazed with red light. The demonic energy within the Blazing Fox felt like it was being choked by an invisible hand. It struggled desperately, its claws gouging deep furrows in the ground, but the harder it struggled, the tighter the collar became. Flames repeatedly condensed and dispersed in its mouth, leaving only a weak warmth. Its breathing grew heavy. Tang Bao changed her hand seals. "Phase Two: Sensitivity Amplification." This time, the change was more profound. The Blazing Fox's body suddenly stiffened. Its pupils contracted, and the tip of its tail trembled uncontrollably. It felt as if its fur had become the most sensitive nerve endings – the flow of air, the temperature of the ground, even the vibration of its own heartbeat, were all magnified infinitely. Even more terrifying, the collar began to release a strange spiritual energy fluctuation, directly stimulating its central nervous system. It wasn't pain. It was an amplified, almost sweet, stimulation. It tried to resist, but every struggle only intensified the stimulation. Its body began to go limp against its will, its enraged roars gradually turning into suppressed whimpers. It curled up, its tail tucked tightly between its legs, its vertical pupils already unfocused. "I hear the binding artifacts you’ve crafted are quite interesting," Chu Hongxiu said with a faint smile. "You’ve even got those two girls, Zhao Qingyan and Lin Yiyi, under your thumb. I want you to help me forge a more advanced one—a ‘Perfect Restraint Garment’ capable of completely controlling a target’s body, spiritual energy, and even their senses.” She pulled a storage pouch from her sleeve and tossed it onto the table. The pouch made a heavy, dull thud as it hit the surface; clearly, the materials inside were extremely precious. “Stellar Iron, Celestial Silkworm Silk, Soul-Controlling Crystals, and…” Tang Bao swept his spiritual sense over the contents, raising an eyebrow slightly. “Tendons from a Golden Core-stage demon beast?” “Dragon tendons from a Golden Core-stage ‘Soul-Binding Dragon,’” Chu Hongxiu said indifferently. “I want this straitjacket to be able to restrain even a Golden Core-stage cultivator. Of course, that’s only if… it passes the test on you first.” She leaned forward, her gaze fixed intently on Tang Bao: “I want you to try it on yourself. I want to watch you tremble, beg for mercy, and lose control inside my magical artifact. Only then can I be certain of its power.” Three hours later, in the center of the secret chamber. The “Perfect Restraint Garment” had been completed. It was a pitch-black, form-fitting garment, woven from fine chains of Stellar Iron interwoven with Celestial Silkworm silk. It covered the wearer completely from neck to ankle, with a row of intricate clasps down the back. The most terrifying part was the interior—countless dragon tendons, finer than strands of hair, ran through it, capable of independently controlling every muscle of the wearer. “Strip.” Chu Hongxiu commanded. Tang Bao shed her clothes, revealing her slender body. A fifteen-year-old girl with fair skin, her breasts were just beginning to develop, resembling two unripe fruits; her waist was slender, and the valley between her legs was sparsely covered. “Put it on.” Tang Bao picked up the restraint suit and began slipping it on, starting from her feet. The cold fabric against her skin made her shiver slightly. She fastened the buckle at her back, and the suit instantly tightened, wrapping tightly around her entire body like a second skin. “Activate Phase One: Basic Restraint.” Chu Hongxiu formed hand seals, and the runes on the restraint suit lit up. In an instant, Tang Bao felt countless thin cords extend from within the suit, wrapping around her limbs, waist, chest, and even her neck. Her hands were pinned behind her back, her wrists securely bound; her legs were pressed together, wrapped in ropes from her ankles to the base of her thighs; the garment tightened across her chest, making her petite breasts protrude; the collar around her neck tightened, making it slightly difficult for her to breathe, though not to the point of suffocation. “How does it feel?” Chu Hongxiu circled her once, reaching out to pinch her breasts, which had been distorted by the tight binding. “The restraints… are very tight,” Tang Bao said calmly, though her body had already begun to tremble slightly. “My spiritual energy circulation… is 90 percent sealed.” “Very good,” Chu Hongxiu smiled. “Initiating Phase Two: Sensory Control.” She snapped her fingers. Instantly, Tang Bao felt countless tiny tentacles extend from the inside of the restraint suit, covering her entire body. The tentacles began to rub gently, as if countless tiny mouths were sucking on her skin. “Mmm…!” Tang Bao couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. Her sensitivity had been amplified, and the slightest friction brought multiplied stimulation, sending shivers down her spine. “Sensitivity test.” Chu Hongxiu reached out and gently flicked Tang Bao’s nipple through the restraint suit. “Ah…!” Tang Bao shuddered all over; the sensation was amplified several times over, instantly making her legs go weak. She could feel her nipples harden, pressing against the restrictive fabric of the straitjacket—a sensation that was both painful and tingly. “You react quickly,” Chu Hongxiu nodded with satisfaction. Her fingers slid between her legs, pressing against her labia through the straitjacket. “What about here?” “Mmm… no…” Tang Bao wriggled her hips, but the straitjacket held her fast—she couldn’t even close her legs slightly. Chu Hongxiu’s finger precisely located her clitoris and began to rub it slowly. The palace was vast, a hundred zhang high and a thousand zhang wide, yet it was empty, save for an altar at its center. Upon the altar sat a person. Or rather, a… bound person. It was a woman, appearing no older than twenty, with exquisite beauty and skin like snow, clad in white. But she was ensnared by countless obsidian chains – her wrists pierced and secured to the altar's sides; her ankles bound and nailed to the altar's base; her neck choked by a chain connected to a mechanism above; her waist entwined by chains, nearly severed; most terrifyingly, two chains pierced her shoulder blades and two her knees, fixing her in a sprawling 'X' shape, suspended in mid-air, utterly immobile. Her white robes were already stained crimson, dried blood and fresh intermingling to form grotesque patterns. Yet, her face held no pain, only… satisfaction, and a mad, obsessive devotion. She raised her head, looking at Tang Bao, and offered a weak smile: "You've come… I've waited for you for so long… Su Tang Bao…" Tang Bao's pupils constricted. This woman… overlapped with an image in the system database. 【Target detected: Third Elder of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, "Eternal Prisoner Immortal."】 【Status: Self-bound, ongoing for three hundred years.】 【Cultivation: Late Nascent Soul, suppressed due to self-sealing, unable to exert full power.】 【Note: Three hundred years ago, in pursuit of the ultimate path of restraint, she imprisoned herself here, constantly seeking more potent sealing methods.】 "You…" Tang Bao spoke, his voice a little dry, "Why did you want to see me?" "Because you are the only one… who understands me." The Eternal Prisoner Immortal's voice was weak, yet carried a mad obsession, "These three hundred years, I've tried countless methods of restraint. Mortal chains, cultivator talismans, ancient seals… but none were enough, none were tight enough, none were… enough to prevent my escape." She shifted her body, the chains grating with a piercing shriek, blood welling from her wounds, but a look of enjoyment spread across her face: "See, these chains, I've grown accustomed to them. I can break free, whenever I wish, I can break free at any moment. But I don't want to… I want tighter, more inescapable ones…" She stared at Tang Bao, her eyes gleaming: "I've heard of your artifacts. Thousand Mechanism Brocade, Yin-Yang Twin Locks, Hundred Flower Immortal Binding Rope… You understand restraint, you understand that… exquisite beauty of complete control. So, I want you to help me forge an artifact." "What artifact?" "An artifact… that will forever bind me." The Eternal Prisoner Immortal's voice trembled with extreme longing, "Tighter than these chains, more inescapable, more… preventing my escape. I want… to completely lose my freedom. Forever. Eternally. Until the end of time." She paused, her gaze becoming distant: "I want you, with all your knowledge, all your skills, all your… soul, to forge the ultimate cage for me. To make me… an eternal prisoner." Tang Bao looked at her, at the chains piercing her body, at the longing in her eyes for captivity, at her expression of mingled satisfaction and pain, and suddenly understood. This was… more extreme than Liu Meiniang, more extreme than Zhou Yu, more extreme than anyone else… a prisoner. She wasn't forced; she was willing. What she craved, what she pursued, was the ultimate restraint, the ultimate loss of freedom. For three hundred years, she had been searching for a cage from which she could never escape, but she had never found it. And now, she had found Tang Bao. "Do you know what this means?" Tang Bao asked calmly. "If I succeed in refining it, you will never be able to break free, never be able to die, never be able to… find release. You will become part of the artifact, an eternal prisoner, until the end of the world." "I know." Immortal Prisoner smiled, a smile of exquisite madness. "That is what I desire. Eternal imprisonment, ultimate bondage. Su Tang Bao, can you do it?" Tang Bao fell silent for a long time. The system was blaring alarms, warning of the danger of this commission, warning of the consequences of touching heavenly taboos, warning of… unknown risks. But finally, Tang Bao looked up, meeting Immortal Prisoner's eyes directly, and said calmly: "I can." [Ultimate Commission: Eternal Prisoner.] [Objective: Refine the "Eternal Binder," permanently imprisoning a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, rendering escape, death, and… release impossible.] [Materials: Provided by the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets, including ultra-rare materials such as "Sands of Time," "Spatial Fragments," and "Remnants of Heavenly Dao Chains."] [Time: Unknown, may take several years.] [Reward: ??? (May include insights into the Heavenly Dao, eternal life, or… an eternal curse.)] [Warning: This artifact will touch upon heavenly taboos, potentially triggering unpredictable consequences, including but not limited to: heavenly punishment, karmic entanglement, soul corruption…] Outside the window, the underground palace had no windows, but Tang Bao knew that an unprecedented refining process was about to begin. And this time, what she would forge was not a toy for others, not a tool for humiliation, but… an eternal cage, the ultimate restraint, a Heavenly Dao-level… confinement. "This knot," Tang Bao explained, her fingers tracing the rope around the neck, "is called the 'Knot of Submission.' It won't choke you, but it will make you feel... controlled. With every breath, you'll feel my presence." Ye Wushuang certainly felt it. The rope wasn't tight, but it prevented her from lowering her head, from avoiding Tang Bao's gaze. She could only tilt her head back, chest pushed forward, displaying her most shameful self completely. "Done," Tang Bao stepped back, a satisfied glint in her eyes. "Look at yourself." She gestured, and a water mirror rose before Ye Wushuang. The reflection in the mirror made Ye Wushuang almost unrecognizable— Her body was completely covered in golden ropes. From her neck to her ankles, each knot pressed precisely against her sensitive points. Her breasts were lifted high, creating deep cleavage; her waist was cinched to a perfect grip; the ropes between her legs dug deeply into her lips, exposing her most private parts entirely. Her hands were bound behind her back, unable to cover herself, unable to resist. She looked... like a work of art. A meticulously bound, decadent work of art for admiration. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Tang Bao embraced her from behind, her hands covering her rope-bound, prominent breasts, gently kneading them. "This is called 'Kikko-shibari,' because the rope patterns resemble a turtle's shell. But in our Fuling Hall, it has another name..." "What is it?" Ye Wushuang's voice trembled. "'The Garment of Submission'," Tang Bao's fingers slid between her legs, pressing her swollen clit through the ropes. "Women who wear it eventually... willingly submit." Her fingers began to move slowly, and at the same time, the Seven Emotions Binding Immortal Rope sensed Ye Wushuang's emotional fluctuations, tightening and vibrating automatically, stimulating all her sensitive points simultaneously! "Ah... ah... no... too... too intense..." Ye Wushuang threw her head back, letting out long moans, her body trembling violently, but she was bound so tightly she couldn't even fall, forced to endure this overwhelming pleasure. Tang Bao's lips brushed against her earlobe, licking gently. "Beg me, Elder Ye. Beg me to make you climax." "I... I won't... ah..." Ye Wushuang struggled, but her body betrayed her. She writhed her hips, chasing Tang Bao's fingers, chasing the approaching peak. "Beg me," Tang Bao's fingers suddenly stopped. "Or I'll leave you bound like this, forever on the edge, never finding release." "No... don't..." Ye Wushuang broke down, tears streaming down her face. "Please... let me... let me climax... I'll do anything... I'll do anything, Master..." "Very good," Tang Bao smiled, her fingers resuming their motion, while she bit down on her nipple. "Remember this feeling, remember who you are..." "You are my prisoner, my artwork, my... slave." "Ah—!" Ye Wushuang let out a piercing scream, her body convulsing violently. The pleasure fluid gushing from her cunt flowed along the ropes between her legs, dripping onto the floor. The climax came so fiercely, so enduringly, that she almost fainted, but the neck rope kept her conscious, forcing her to endure it all, feeling the ropes tighten automatically during the orgasm, binding her tighter, deeper, more... eternally. When the climax finally subsided, Ye Wushuang slumped into Tang Bao's arms, her eyes unfocused, a satisfied smile on her lips. Tang Bao unbound her, but didn't remove all the ropes, keeping the restraints on her neck and wrists—they were marks, brands, proof of ownership. "From today onwards," Tang Bao whispered in her ear, "you belong to Fuling Hall. Your body, your soul, your orgasms... all belong to me." Leaning against Tang Bao's chest, listening to her strong heartbeat, Ye Wushuang softly replied, "Yes... Master." "Today's lesson," Tang Bao walked to the bed and placed the box on the low table, "'Seven Star Spirit Binding Array'. Not an interaction of three, but a resonance of seven—no, nine." Jin Tong's heart trembled. Nine people? That would mean... "All the collectibles," Tang Bao opened the box, revealing nine ropes of various colors neatly arranged inside—vermilion, ink black, snow white, golden yellow, emerald green, indigo, deep purple, and two rolls of transparent "ice silkworm silk," "will participate today. You will learn how to maintain the beauty of individual restraint within a group, and how to become part of the whole." She gestured for the maids to come in and change Jin Tong, Liu Mei Niang, and Jin Huan Xian Zi. "Go to the 'Spirit Binding Array' and prepare." The Spirit Binding Array was located in the deepest part of the underground of the Spirit Binding Hall, a vast circular stone chamber, thirty zhang in diameter. Complex array patterns were carved into the floor, with seven main positions distributed in the shape of the Big Dipper, the central one being the "Tianshu" position, surrounded by the "Xuan," "Ji," "Quan," "Heng," "Kaiyang," and "Yaoguang" star positions. As Jin Tong walked in, the other six collectibles were already in place. Yun Qinghan stood at the "Tianshu" position—the senior disciple of the Spirit Binding Hall, now the most humble "array eye." She was stripped of all her clothes, wearing only a "chainmail binding" woven from countless fine chains, covering every inch of her skin from neck to ankle. The chains formed special patterns in key areas, both concealing and emphasizing. Her hands were tied behind her back, secured with the "Back Hand Guanyin Binding"; her legs were tightly bound with the "Leg Together Standing Binding," allowing her to move only with small steps. Ye Wushuang was at the "Xuan" position—a former inner disciple genius, now an expert in "suspension binding." She was suspended in mid-air, her hands pulled above her head and secured with ropes, her legs spread into a "spread eagle" shape, her ankles also held by ropes. But this was no ordinary suspension binding; her body was rotated ninety degrees, face down and back up, forming a "horizontal suspension" posture, like a drawn bow. Lin Qingxue was at the "Ji" position—a former disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall, now a demonstration of "kneeling binding." She knelt on the cold Xuan Jade floor, her legs folded into a "kneeling sitting binding," her thighs pressed against her calves, her buttocks resting on her heels; her hands were pulled behind her back with the "Reverse Elbow Binding," her elbows touching, her wrists crossed, forming an extremely shameful "surrender" posture. Shen Qingwan was at the "Quan" position—a former steward of the Pill Room, now an ultimate display of "breast binding." Her breasts were tightly wrapped with a variation of the "tortoise shell binding," her breasts swollen into spherical shapes by the ropes, her nipples secured with specially made "nipple clamps," the ropes connected to a hoop above her head, so that any slight lowering of her head would tug at her nipples. Leng Ning Shuang was at the "Heng" position—a former cold-faced immortal, now a demonstration of "gag binding." A special "mouth gag" was inserted into her mouth, secured with ropes behind her head, preventing her from closing her mouth, leaving it slightly ajar, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, unable to be wiped away. Her hands were bound in front of her chest with "Front Hand Cross Binding," her legs forced apart with "Leg Spreading Binding," her most private parts completely exposed. Zhao Qingyan was at the "Kaiyang" position—a former inner disciple prodigy, now a demonstration of "rear passage development." Her hands were pulled above her head with "Suspended Hand Binding," her legs were spread and suspended with "Suspended Foot Binding," forming a "spread eagle suspension" posture; but most peculiar was that a special "rope plug" was inserted into her rear passage, the rope leading out from her rear passage and connected to a mechanism on the ground, so that any struggle would pull at the sensitive points of her rear passage. The last one was Li Hua—the former sect leader of Rakshasa Gate, now the ultimate in "complete restraint." She was placed in a special "restraint suit," a tight-fitting garment made of leather and ropes, completely enveloping her from neck to ankle, her arms forcibly crossed in front of her chest, her legs bound together, the entire person like a cocooned insect, only able to lie on a special display platform at the "Yaoguang" position, expressing desire with her eyes. "Nine stars in position." Tang Bao walked into the array, holding the nine ropes in her hands, "Today, you will experience the true profound meaning of the 'Seven Star Spirit Binding Array'." She first walked towards Yun Qinghan in the center—the "Tianshu" position, where the array eye was located. "As the senior disciple, you are the 'control center' today." Tang Bao untied Yun Qinghan's chainmail binding, but not to liberate, but to re-bind. She used the vermilion rope to bind Yun Qinghan into the basic form of a "tortoise shell binding"—the rope starting from the neck, crossing in a diamond shape on the chest, wrapping under the breasts, tightening at the waist, then extending downwards, forming a loop at the root of the thighs, and finally securing at the calves. But this was no ordinary tortoise shell binding. Tang Bao left two "rope loops" on Yun Qinghan's chest, which were the "hubs" for controlling the other six. "Xuan," Tang Bao walked towards Ye Wushuang, took the ink black rope, and connected her suspension ropes to the rope loop on Yun Qinghan's chest, "Your pleasure will be controlled by her." "Ji," she walked towards Lin Qingxue, using the snow white rope to connect her reverse elbow binding to another rope loop of Yun Qinghan's, "Your pain will be controlled by her." "Quan," Shen Qingwan's breast binding was connected with the golden yellow rope to the waist knot of Yun Qinghan's binding, "Your nipples will rise and fall with her breath." "Heng," Leng Ning Shuang's gag was connected with the emerald green rope to the back of Yun Qinghan's neck, "Your moans will be determined by her will." "Kaiyang," Zhao Qingyan's rope plug was connected with the indigo rope to the rope loop between Yun Qinghan's legs, "Your rear passage will feel her contractions." "Yaoguang," Li Hua's restraint suit was connected with the deep purple rope to Yun Qinghan's ankles, "Your restraint will tighten with her steps." Finally, Tang Bao walked towards Jin Tong, Liu Mei Niang, and Jin Huan Xian Zi.