Crossing the Douluo Continent, starting with a self-detonation and a bondage system.

"Junior Sister Lin, before we begin the secret technique, I need to explain a few things," Ning Tian said with a serious expression. "Firstly, during this process, you need to trust me completely and not resist. Secondly, there might be some... physical contact, all for the purpose of unblocking your meridians. Don't overthink it. Lastly, no matter what happens, do not scream loudly, or you will suffer qi deviation." Lin Wan'er listened, her heart pounding with fear, but thinking of the potential improvement to her martial spirit's quality, she bit her lip and nodded. "I, I understand." "Very good," Ning Tian smiled with satisfaction. "Then, let's begin." He stood up and walked behind Lin Wan'er. "First, I need to bind your hands behind your back. This is the first step of the secret technique, called 'Sealing the Yuan,' which can prevent the leakage of soul power and allow the medicinal effects to circulate better within your body." Before Lin Wan'er could react, she felt her wrists tighten. Ning Tian, who had produced a crystal-clear rope from somewhere, the Immortal Binding Rope, skillfully pulled Lin Wan'er's hands behind her back, crossed them, and tied them. The knot was both secure and gentle on her skin. "Young, Young Master..." Lin Wan'er began to panic. "Don't move," Ning Tian's voice whispered in her ear, his warm breath fanning her earlobe. "It will be over soon." His fingers moved nimbly, and the Immortal Binding Rope seemed to have a life of its own, weaving around Lin Wan'er. First her wrists, then it wound upwards, completely immobilizing her arms behind her back. Next, the rope circled her shoulders, crossing in front of her chest to form an intricate knot. Lin Wan'er felt her body tighten, her breathing becoming difficult. What terrified her even more was that she found she couldn't mobilize her soul power at all – the rope seemed to have sealed all the soul power within her! "Young Master, my soul power..." "It's normal," Ning Tian said gently. "This is the effect of 'Sealing the Yuan.' Don't worry, it will be restored after the secret technique is finished." As he spoke, his fingers hooked Lin Wan'er's chin, forcing her to lift her head. Moonlight streamed in from the skylight, illuminating the girl's frightened face. Tears welled up in her large eyes, making her look pitifully vulnerable. "So beautiful..." Ning Tian murmured in admiration. "Young, Young Master, this posture is so strange..." Lin Wan'er squirmed, trying to break free, but how could she escape the Immortal Binding Rope? Instead, her struggles only caused the rope to tighten further around her body, accentuating her youthful curves. "Don't move," Ning Tian's voice took on a commanding tone. "The next step is 'Unblocking the Meridians.'" He moved to the front of Lin Wan'er, crouched down, and placed his hands on her calves. "Ah!" Lin Wan'er cried out, her body stiffening. Ning Tian's palms were warm, and through the thin fabric of her skirt, he could clearly feel the smoothness of her skin. He slowly moved his hands upwards, from her knees to her thighs, his touch gentle yet undeniably forceful. "Young Master... there..." Lin Wan'er's voice trembled with tears, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Your meridians are severely blocked," Ning Tian lied with a straight face. "They need to be thoroughly unblocked." His fingers had already slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, touching the skin of her inner thigh. Lin Wan'er trembled, trying to press her legs together, but Ning Tian forcefully parted them. "Is it tight enough?" he whispered. Shui Bing'er bit her lip, daring not to answer. "Bear with it," Ning Tian chuckled, "After the ceremony, your husband will loosen it for you." He supported her as they completed the absurd ritual of bowing to each other. "The ceremony is complete—usher the bride to the bridal chamber—" The festive music reached its crescendo, and the guests cheered and applauded. Shui Bing'er, supported by the matrons of honor, walked towards the back hall. Her steps grew increasingly stiff. The extremely tight binding behind her back had already made her arms numb, and the constriction on her chest made it difficult to breathe. But she couldn't cry out, couldn't scream. She could only maintain a dignified posture, being led, bound, to the bridal chamber under everyone's gaze. The bridal chamber was set up in Ning Tian's residence, decorated festively. The matrons of honor helped Shui Bing'er to sit on the edge of the bed and then tactfully withdrew. The door closed, leaving only the two of them in the room. Ning Tian walked up to Shui Bing'er, reached out, and lifted her chin, gazing at her exquisite face, half-hidden by the beaded veil. "My wife, you are truly beautiful today." He reached out and removed her phoenix coronet. The beaded veil fell, revealing Shui Bing'er's flushed face. Tears welled in her eyes, her silvery-white hair cascading over the red wedding dress, creating a stark contrast. "Husband..." she choked out, "My hands... my arms are numb..." "No rush," Ning Tian moved behind her, examining the intricate knot. "This 'wedding bond' is something I prepared specially. It's made of red-dyed silkworm silk, both festive and secure. Do you think it looks good, Bing'er?" Shui Bing'er dared not turn her head, only feeling Ning Tian's fingers gently toying with the ropes. The extremely tight binding extended from her wrists to her elbows. The ropes were wrapped in the 'Kikko-shibari' style, forming diamond-shaped patterns that completely immobilized her arms behind her back. The knot was tied at the center of her shoulder blades, a complex 'leaf knot,' both aesthetically pleasing and difficult to escape. "Husband... please... untie it..." Shui Bing'er pleaded, weeping. "Untie it?" Ning Tian chuckled lightly. "On our wedding night, why would I untie the bride?" As he spoke, his fingers had already slipped into the collar of her wedding dress. "No... don't..." Shui Bing'er tried to struggle, but the extreme tightness of the bonds rendered her completely immobile. She could only watch helplessly as Ning Tian's hands ravaged her body. The red wedding dress was unfastened piece by piece, revealing the snow-white skin beneath. But Ning Tian did not loosen the binding behind her back. Instead, he added a few more strands to the ropes, tying her arms even more tightly. Shui Bing'er was laid flat on the wedding bed, her arms bound tightly behind her, and her legs spread and tied to the bedposts with ropes. She wore a red bodice and underpants, her silver hair spread out, her ice-blue eyes filled with tears and shame. "Bing'er," Ning Tian leaned down and whispered in her ear, "From this day forward, you are my wife. This wedding bond is the contract between us as husband and wife." "One stick of incense, start the timer," Ning Tian whispered in her ear, his warm breath fanning her earlobe. With a flick of his mind, the Immortal Binding Rope (Intermediate) slid from his sleeve, instantly coiling around Huo Wu's body. "What is this?! Let go of me!" Huo Wu roared, her soul power erupting as her Fire Shadow martial soul manifested, engulfing her in raging flames! Her eyes turned amber, and behind her, a phantom of a fox made of fire appeared, the heat wave instantly sweeping through the entire hall. But how could the Intermediate Immortal Binding Rope be so easily broken? The rope ignored the flames, instantly binding her hands behind her back, then wrapping around her chest and waist, forming a complex "Kagomari"! The ropes crossed in front of her chest, accentuating the nascent swell of her breasts. Though Huo Wu's figure hadn't fully matured, it was already taking shape. The binding rope tightened her pale red uniform, outlining alluring curves. "Ah! You're despicable!" Huo Wu cried out, a mixture of shock and rage. Her body ached from the rope's constriction as she struggled desperately. But the more she struggled, the tighter the rope bound her, digging deep into her skin, leaving red marks on her fair and tanned complexion. "All's fair in war," Ning Tian said, holding the bound Huo Wu and looking at the stunned Huo Lie Tian. "Dean Huo, the stick of incense hasn't even finished burning, and Miss Huo Wu is already... immobilized." Huo Lie Tian watched his daughter, securely bound with her hands behind her back, her chest pushed out by the ropes, her legs entangled, only able to writhe slightly. His face was ashen, but he dared not act—the pressure from two Titled Douluo was locking onto him. "You... let me go!" Huo Wu struggled desperately, her fire martial soul burning fiercely, but the Immortal Binding Rope only tightened with the flames, her skin burning. Tears welled up in her eyes. She had never endured such humiliation, being held by a man nine levels weaker than her, bound in such a shameful manner. Ning Tian looked down at the young yet proud girl in his arms. Huo Wu's cheeks were flushed red with anger and shame, her amber eyes brimming with tears, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall. Her lips were bitten pale, her chest heaving, the rope digging deeply into the soft mounds with each breath. "Miss Huo Wu, a bet is a bet," Ning Tian whispered in her ear, his voice gentle yet unyielding. "From this day forward, you are my fiancée." "You... you're dreaming!" Huo Wu choked out. "I'd rather die than marry a despicable scoundrel like you!" "Is that so?" Ning Tian chuckled, lightly pressing a finger against her bound waist. "Then Miss Huo Wu had better stay alive and watch how I... tame this fiery spirit of yours." As he spoke, he picked up the tightly bound Huo Wu and gave a slight nod to Huo Lie Tian. "Dean Huo, the engagement is settled. I will come to escort the bride in three days. For these three days, Miss Huo Wu will accompany me back to my sect to... cultivate our relationship in advance." "What?!" Huo Lie Tian exclaimed, "This... this is against the rules!" "Rules?" Gu Rong said sinisterly. "Dean Huo, it is your daughter's fortune to marry our young master. If you are unwilling..." He unleashed his level 95 pressure, and Huo Lie Tian's face instantly turned pale. He stumbled back several steps, a trickle of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Uncle Gu, don't frighten Dean Huo," Ning Tian said calmly. He looked down at the furious yet powerless Huo Wu in his arms, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "Miss Huo Wu, rest assured, I will 'tame' this fiery spirit of yours properly..." Huo Wu buried her face in his chest, falling silent. But Ning Tian could feel her body trembling slightly—it was anger, and fear. Ning Tian held her and strode out of the hall, met by the resentful yet silent gazes of the Blazing Academy members and the satisfied laughter of Chen Xin. At the foot of the volcano, the scorching sun bathed them in its warmth. Ning Tian looked down at the bound, fiery red girl in his arms, immensely satisfied. Another S-class target, acquired. Hu Liena was suspended in the center of the secret chamber, her delicate body forming an alluring curve. The once magnificent Holy Maiden robe of the Spirit Hall had long since vanished, replaced by the "Nine Revolutions Heart-Binding Rope" from the Restraint System – a top-tier bondage item that Ning Tian had redeemed with 100,000 system points, specifically designed for targets S-class and above. "Mmmph… mmmph…" Hu Liena's cherry-like lips were firmly sealed by a jet-black gag, intricately carved with runes. Every time she attempted to spit it out, the runes would glow faintly, further constricting her spirit power. Her foxy, alluring eyes were filled with shame and defiance, yet a hint of unfathomable haze lay hidden within their depths. "System Prompt: Target Hu Liena (S+ Class) Restraint Level 65%, Spirit Power Suppression Rate 78%. Recommend using the 'Nine-Coil Chain' binding method to increase restraint level." Ning Tian stood before her, a playful smile gracing his lips. He reached out and lifted Hu Liena's delicate chin, gazing at her slightly parted red lips, from which saliva uncontrollably trickled down, glistening under the candlelight. "Your Highness the Holy Maiden, this gag is a 'Soul-Sealing Mouth Clamp' I specially prepared for you. It not only seals your little mouth but also continuously erodes your spirit power resistance." Ning Tian chuckled softly, his finger tracing her smooth cheek. "Look how beautiful you are now, where is the slightest trace of the Spirit Hall Holy Maiden's dignity?" Hu Liena struggled desperately, but the Nine Revolutions Heart-Binding Rope held her tightly. The ropes were based on the Japanese Shibari technique of "Kikkō-dori" (tortoise shell binding), yet incorporated the unique soul guiding patterns of the Douluo Continent, weaving intricate patterns across her body. The ropes began at her slender neck, crossing at her collarbones, then tightly encircling her full breasts, creating a deep indentation in her cleavage that made her rounded mounds stand out even more prominently. The ropes continued downwards, tightening at her flat abdomen, accentuating her slender waist, and finally forming a shameful rope between her perky buttocks, sinking deeply into the cleft. Her arms were bound behind her back, her wrists hoisted upwards, her elbows bent, forming a perfect "reverse-hand Guanyin" pose. This binding forced her chest forward and her waist backward, presenting her entire body in an extremely shameful yet incredibly alluring arched posture. "Mmmph… mmmph mmmph!" Hu Liena thrashed, her fox tail swaying powerlessly behind her. Ning Tian circled around to her back, admiring his handiwork. Hu Liena's nine fox tails had also been specially treated – each tail was secured at its base with thin cords, then all nine were braided into a single bundle and tied together with a thick rope, forcing them to curl upwards and exposing the most sensitive coccyx area at the base of her tails. "System Prompt: Target coccyx sensitivity detected +300%. Recommend targeted stimulation to accelerate taming process." "So, your fox tails are your sensitive spot." Ning Tian chuckled lightly, reaching out to gently caress the bound tails. "Mmmph—!" Hu Liena's body trembled violently, and a muffled whimper escaped her lips. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson, and her legs involuntarily clamped together, only to be squeezed even tighter by the rope between her buttocks. Ning Tian retrieved a black cloth strip from his system space – the "Soul-Corroding Mouth Cloth," a more advanced gag than the ball. He removed the gag from Hu Liena's mouth, and before she could even close her lips, he stuffed the cloth strip inside. "Mmmph… woo woo…" Hu Liena tried to push the cloth out with her tongue, but Ning Tian skillfully wrapped it inside her mouth, filling every corner, and then tied a firm knot behind her head. "That's better." Ning Tian looked with satisfaction at her bulging cheeks. "A stuffed mouth cloth is more humiliating than a gag, isn't it? You can feel the cloth absorbing your saliva, becoming increasingly swollen, and preventing you from uttering a single word." Chapter 55: Twin Bind of Ice and Fire, Training of the Same Origin Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, underground secret chamber "Ice Fire Cave." This was a space specially modified for the training of Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu. The room was divided into two halves by an invisible boundary – one half was the "Ice Prison" forged from ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, and the other half was the "Fire Domain" solidified from the earth's core magma. The two extreme temperatures converged at the boundary, forming a strange mist. Shui Bing'er and Huo Wu were fixed on the "Ice Fire Platform" at the boundary. Their restraints were the "Twin Birth Bind" – a joint binding solution specifically designed for the ice and fire same-origin characteristics. The two women were tied back-to-back, Shui Bing'er's Ice Phoenix spirit and Huo Wu's Flame Lord spirit were forced into resonance within the bind. Shui Bing'er's arms were bound behind her with the "Ice Straight Arm Bind" – the Ice Silk Rope, imbued with her spirit power, became bone-chillingly cold. Each loop was tightened to the extreme, digging into her tender skin and forming pale blue indentations. The rope started from her wrists and wound around her shoulders, forcing her arms to be completely straight, forming a straight line with her shoulders. Huo Wu's arms, on the other hand, were subjected to the "Fire Reverse Arm Bind" – the rope was scorched hot by her flames, also winding from her wrists to her shoulders, but in the opposite direction. This forced her arms to bend backward to their extreme limit, her elbows protruding backward, touching Shui Bing'er's elbows, forming an "Elbow Bind" connection. The two women's wrists were bound together behind their backs. The spirit powers of ice and fire collided at the intersection of the ropes, generating violent spirit power fluctuations. However, the bind prevented them from separating, leaving them no choice but to endure this painful yet wondrous resonance. Their legs were fixed with the "Ice Fire Leg Bind" – their thighs and calves were pressed together, and the ropes wound around them from their ankles to the roots of their thighs. However, Shui Bing'er's left leg was bound to Huo Wu's right leg, and Shui Bing'er's right leg was bound to Huo Wu's left leg, forming a "Crossed Leg Bind." This posture forced the two women into close proximity, their most private parts rubbing against each other under the constriction of the ropes. Most peculiar were their mouths – Shui Bing'er held the "Ice Soul Gag," a ball of ice condensed from her spirit, filling her mouth, causing her lips to bulge slightly, and her exhaled breath carried a chill. Huo Wu, meanwhile, had the "Flame Tongue Gag," a metal clamp that held her tongue in place by her lips. The tip of her tongue was slightly reddened from the heat, and saliva flowed continuously. "System Prompt: Target Shui Bing'er, Huo Wu 'Twin Bind of Ice and Fire' complete, bind degree 91%, spirit resonance rate 88%, 'Same Origin of Ice and Fire' skill charging." Ning Tian stood before the Ice Fire Platform, toying with the "Ice Fire Regulator" – a prop redeemed from the system that could control the balance of ice and fire attributes. "Bing'er, Huo Wu, Bibi Dong will arrive tomorrow," his voice echoed strangely at the convergence of the two temperatures. "Your Same Origin of Ice and Fire is the key to dealing with her, but I need to ensure you can fuse perfectly in this bound state." He pressed the switch on the regulator, injecting fire attribute spirit power into Shui Bing'er and ice attribute spirit power into Huo Wu. "Mmm—! Woo woo woo—!" The two women simultaneously let out high-pitched whimpers. Shui Bing'er felt scorching spirit power surge into her body, colliding with her icy spirit. The pain of ice and fire intertwining made her writhe madly, but the "Crossed Leg Bind" kept her pressed tightly against Huo Wu, unable to separate. Huo Wu felt a bone-chilling cold invade her flames, almost extinguishing her spirit, and her body trembled violently. He simultaneously undid all her "aura restraints." The suppression vanished instantly. The origin of the hundred-thousand-year soul beast surged out like a breached dam. The entire secret chamber trembled violently, the runes on the beast cage glowing with blinding light, forcefully containing all her pressure within the cage. A corner of the pink velvet carpet was lifted by an invisible force, and the air became thick with a soul beast aura so potent it was almost tangible. Xiao Wu completely collapsed. Deep red marks, some already oozing blood, were etched into her skin by the ropes. A trickle of clear saliva hung from her lips, her eyes more dazed than before, and more submissive. "Perfect." Ning Tian watched her, a slight smile gracing his lips. "When Bibi Dong sees you bound like a plaything, she'll let her guard down, thinking you've been completely subdued. And all you need to do is unleash your origin at her moment of greatest relaxation, cooperating with my trap." The training lasted for a full three hours. When Ning Tian finally unlocked the beast cage, Xiao Wu was almost too weak to support herself. He took a specially made "pet collar" and fastened it around her neck, attaching a slender leash. "Final task, pet's posture." He pulled the leash, his voice low. "Crawl over." Xiao Wu obediently crawled forward on her knees. The "super straight arm bind" made her movements clumsy and difficult, while the "rabbit leg bind" prevented her legs from closing, forcing her to inch forward in a shamefully spread-legged posture. Yet, she still struggled to crawl to Ning Tian's feet in the manner of a pet, gently rubbing her cheek against his calf, emitting a contented, dependent whimper from her throat. "System prompt: Target Xiao Wu's 'Soft Bone Trial' complete. Restraint level exceeds 97%, unlocking 'Perfect Rabbit Bait' state. Rewards: Soul power level +2, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring Affinity +50%, Special Skill 'Soft Bone Instant Kill' (can instantly erupt while restrained)." Ning Tian leaned down, his hand slowly caressing her body, which was sculpted by the ropes. His fingertips felt the tightness of the ropes and the warmth of her skin, sensing her body tremble slightly at his touch. He pulled the leash, forcing her to lift her head. "Perfect. You are now the most perfect bait to deal with Bibi Dong." His voice was soft, yet carried an almost cruel tenderness. "When she sees you bound as my pet, her rage will create a flaw in her Rakshasa God Trial. And that will be our opportunity." He leaned down and placed a feather-light kiss on her lips, parted by the gag. "Tomorrow, your performance will determine the outcome of the entire war. Let's see how much of a surprise you, my little rabbit, can bring me." Xiao Wu let out a contented whimper. Her rabbit tail swayed gently behind her, her eyes filled with the devotion and loyalty of complete subjugation. On the pink velvet carpet, the red marks left by the ropes were starkly visible under the faint glow of the runes. The secret chamber fell silent once more, leaving only her faint breaths and the lingering, faint scent of fox in the air. Ning Tian's hand shot out a golden, divine rope – a tool specifically designed to restrain divine bloodlines. The God-Binding Rope, like a spiritual serpent, instantly pierced Bibi Dong's Rakshasa defense and coiled around her ankles. "What?!" Bibi Dong cried out in shock, feeling her divine power being suppressed. One loop, two loops, three loops… the God-Binding Rope tightened around her ankles, then rapidly climbed upwards. Bibi Dong tried to break free, but the Myriad Forms Immortal-Binding Array was in full operation. Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi, three Limit Douluo, attacked simultaneously, their soul ring configurations of four black and five red sealing her movements. "Impossible! I am the inheritor of the God Trial!" "God Trial?" Ning Tian sneered, "Before me, even gods are bound!" The God-Binding Rope continued to coil – from her ankles to her calves, tightening at her knees, forcing her legs to bend; from her knees to her thighs, forming a shameful thigh rope at her groin, deeply embedding itself into her most private parts. "Ah—!" Bibi Dong let out a delicate feminine cry, a vulnerability she had never shown before anyone. The rope distorted her Pope's robes, revealing the snow-white skin beneath. Ning Tian walked towards her slowly, a second God-Binding Rope appearing in his hand: "Your Majesty the Pope, your era has ended." He gestured for Qian Renxue to step forward. The bound Qian Renxue was forced to crawl on her knees before her mother, conveying complex emotions through her eyes – submit, Mother, this is the only way. "Xue'er…" Bibi Dong looked at her daughter's arms bound straight, her legs spread and suspended, her mouth gagged, only able to whimper. A wave of sorrow washed over her. Ning Tian gave her no time to grieve. The second God-Binding Rope flew out, coiling around Bibi Dong's arms – starting from her wrists, looping around to her shoulders, forming a "straight arm bind," forcing her arms to extend completely straight, forming a perfect line with her shoulders. Then, the two God-Binding Ropes connected behind her back, binding her arms behind her, the ropes at her wrists connected to her ankles, forming a "hand-foot connection bind." "No—!" Bibi Dong struggled frantically, the aura of the Rakshasa God Trial surging wildly, but the God-Binding Rope was indestructible against gods, tightening with each struggle, leaving golden marks on her skin. Ning Tian reached out and tore off her Pope's robes, revealing her body, perfectly sculpted by the rope – more voluptuous, more mature than Qian Renxue's. Twenty years of suppression and the torment of the God Trial had made her body extremely sensitive. "Perfect," he whispered in her ear, his fingers sliding towards the thigh rope between her legs, "Taking mother and daughter together, it's finally realized." Bibi Dong let out a humiliated whimper, but the friction from the thigh rope brought on a stimulation that made her body tremble uncontrollably. She felt her divine power being suppressed, that feeling of being bound and dominated reminded her of the escape in Chapter 57, but this time, she had nowhere to run. Ning Tian took out the "Pope's Exclusive Gag" – a larger, more shameful item than Qian Renxue's, shaped like the Rakshasa God's scepter, but with a protruding middle, sufficient to fill her entire mouth. "Come, open your mouth, and together with your daughter, submit to me." Bibi Dong tightly shut her lips, but the God-Binding Rope tightened, the thigh rope digging in deeply, the stimulation forcing her to gasp with her mouth open. Ning Tian seized the opportunity and pushed the gag in— "Mmph—! Woo woo woo—!" The golden gag filled her mouth, the scepter-shaped part wedged against her lips, making her look as if she were being shamed by her own God Trial artifact. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming glistening threads on her chin, dripping onto her proud chest. "System prompt: Target 'Bibi Dong' (Level 99 Limit Douluo, Rakshasa God Trial inheritor) captured successfully, restraint level 98%, unlocked achievement 'Mother-Daughter Duo,' reward: Divine item 'Rakshasa's Fall' (accelerates Rakshasa God Trial corruption) ×1, Soul Power level +1, unlocked final plot 'Divine Taming.'" Ning Tian looked with satisfaction at Bibi Dong, completely bound by the God-Binding Rope – arms bound straight behind her, legs spread and fixed, the thigh rope deeply embedded, the golden gag in her mouth preventing her from closing her lips. The aura of the Rakshasa God Trial was completely suppressed, leaving only a bound, mature woman, kneeling with her equally bound daughter. "Take them away," he commanded, "Lock them in the 'Mother-Daughter Cage.' I want them to watch firsthand how each other is trained into my playthings." Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong were carried away together, their two bound, delicate bodies rubbing against each other on the stretchers, the golden ropes shimmering with a lustful sheen in the candlelight. And above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Tian gazed at the captured Spirit Hall soul masters scattered on the ground, a smile curving his lips: "From today onwards, Spirit Hall belongs to me. And this mother and daughter will be my most perfect collection." Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, underground secret chamber, "Angel's Cage." Qian Renxue was suspended in the center of the chamber on the "Angel's Rack" - a torture device custom-made for her by Ning Tian. Crafted from a combination of God-Binding Ropes and millennium profound iron, every inch was inscribed with runes designed to suppress her Six-Winged Angel martial soul. Her arms were bound behind her back in an "Extreme Straight Arm Bind" by the God-Binding Ropes, her elbows touching, wrists pulled towards her shoulder blades. The ropes dug into her tender skin, leaving deep purple indentations. Her shoulders were forced back to their limit, her chest fully exposed, her sensitive, full breasts, so long suppressed for twenty years, trembling slightly in the air. Her legs were secured in a "Split-Leg Bind," her ankles fixed to iron rings on the floor. Her thighs and calves were folded, her knees pulled outwards to the sides, creating a shameful spread-leg posture. The crotch rope dug deeply between her legs, and with every breath, the rope chafed her most intimate parts, sending waves of tingling pleasure. The "Angel's Special Gag" had been removed from her mouth, but her lips were numb from being stretched open for so long. They parted slightly, revealing a pink tongue tip, saliva uncontrollably dripping from the corner of her mouth. "System Prompt: Target Qian Renxue's restraint level at 95%, soul power suppression at 98%, plot initiated." Ning Tian sat on the "Master Torture Chair" before her. Kneeling beside him was Hu Liena—once the Saintess of the Spirit Hall, now the "Teaching Assistant." She was bound in a straight arm bind, but her mouth now held a "Teaching Ball Gag" for demonstration. "Qian Renxue, inheritor of the Angel God, twenty years of infiltration, disguised as a crown prince," Ning Tian's voice was icy. He tapped the armrest lightly with his finger. "Now, I will teach you your first lesson—how to be a qualified captive." He gestured for Hu Liena to step forward and demonstrate. The bound Hu Liena crawled on her knees to Ning Tian's lap, using her lips, stretched open by the gag, to showcase the "Basic Oral Service" technique—her tongue flicking nimbly, her lips tightening to create a vacuum, her throat muscles relaxed. Qian Renxue turned her face away, her golden eyes filled with humiliation and rage. "You... kill me..." "Kill you?" Ning Tian sneered. He stood up and walked before her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "That would be too easy for you. I want you alive, to watch your pride be crushed bit by bit, to turn you from a high and mighty angel into my plaything." He released her hand, and suddenly— "Slap!" A loud slap landed on Qian Renxue's cheek. Her head snapped to the side, golden hair flying. A bright red palm print instantly appeared on her face. "Ah—!" she cried out. After twenty years of pretending to be a crown prince, she had never been treated like this. This direct violence was more humiliating than the restraint of the ropes. "Look at me," Ning Tian commanded. Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, tears welling in her eyes, but stubbornly refused to turn her head. Ning Tian sneered and reached out, his fingers encircling her slender neck—his fingers were long and strong, fitting perfectly around her throat. He slowly tightened his grip. "Nnngh—!" Qian Renxue's eyes widened instantly. Her throat was choked, her breath cut off. Her face turned red from suffocation, her legs kicking wildly within the restraints, but the split-leg bind made even her struggles appear feeble. Her hands were bound behind her, unable to resist. She could only feel Ning Tian's fingers tightening, the threat to her life making her experience true fear for the first time. Three consecutive slaps, each one making Zi Ji's head whip from side to side. The gag's dragon head shape ground against her mouth, deepening her shame. Tears welled in her violet eyes, dragon tears, dark crimson and imbued with a faint dragon power. They traced paths down her cheeks, mingling with saliva, and dripped into the ravines her breasts formed under the ropes. Ning Tian stopped, looking at her swollen cheeks. He reached out and kneaded her chest, bound by the dragon's milk restraints, feeling the softness beneath the taut ropes. "Now, tell me, who are you?" He loosened part of the gag's fastenings, allowing her to speak indistinctly. "I... I am..." Zi Ji's voice trembled, choked with sobs. Her pride had been utterly crushed. "I am... Master's... dragon slave..." "Not humble enough." Ning Tian sneered, and slapped her again. "Say it again." "Wuwu..." Zi Ji wept, tears streaming down her face. "I am... Master's... bitch... dragon bitch... Please, Master... play with me..." Ning Tian smiled with satisfaction. He ran his hand over her body, sculpted by the dragon maiden's turtle shell binding, from her neck to her chest, then to her waist, finally sliding down to the crotch rope. "Very good. From now on, you are my dragon bitch. Your ropes, your gag, your body, all belong to me." He re-secured the gag, leaving Zi Ji suspended on the dragon torture rack, bound by the dragon maiden's turtle shell, dragon's milk, and dragon gag. In the darkness, she was left alone to feel the shame of her restraints, awaiting the next "favor." And within her, her thirty thousand years of dragon power were being utterly enslaved to... desire. Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, the underground "Myriad Fragrance Hall." It had been transformed into a special "Twin Fiend Altar" – two jade platforms standing side-by-side. One was emerald green, crafted from thousand-year-old jade, exuding an aura of life. The other was dark red, carved from volcanic rock, radiating intense heat. Connecting the two platforms was a golden soul guiding light, the "Twin Fiend Lock," allowing Bi Ji and Zi Ji's powers to flow into each other, their fates intertwined. Bi Ji was secured to the jade platform. Her "Emerald Upgrade Binding" had been adjusted to "Emerald Gentle Binding" – the spiral arm bindings wrapped eighteen times, but the ropes were loosened, allowing her limited movement. Her wrists were pulled forward, allowing her to touch Zi Ji. The chest rhombus binding was nine loops, but it no longer compressed her heart. Instead, it pressed against her mammary glands, allowing healing energy to flow slowly. Her nipples, engorged, stood erect. The waist binding was wrapped around her abdomen, but it no longer sealed her origin. Instead, it guided healing energy towards the Twin Fiend Lock. The "Emerald Tear Plug" in her mouth had been replaced with a "Soft Emerald Plug," shaped like a small swan egg. It allowed her to speak, but only in a soft, muffled voice. Saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth, forming crystalline threads on her chin. Zi Ji was secured to the volcanic rock platform. Her "Dragon Maiden Turtle Shell Binding" had also been adjusted to "Dragon Maiden Gentle Binding" – the ropes of the turtle shell binding were loosened, but the dragon's milk binding remained, though the lifting force was reduced. Her breasts still stood proudly in shame, but the searing pain was gone. The waist belt was relaxed, allowing dragon power to flow slowly. The dragon maiden's gag in her mouth had been replaced with a "Dragon Maiden Soft Gag." The dragon head shape was smaller, allowing her to speak, but with a slurred voice that had lost all dragon majesty. Dragon saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, forming dark red threads on her chin. "Time stop!" The suspended Time Goddess suddenly activated her ability, a portion of power Ning Tian had allowed her to use. Time in the entire space was completely frozen, even the Space Goddess's spatial powers were locked in place. "How is this possible?! Sister, why are you helping him?!" the Space Goddess asked in shock from within the temporal rift. She saw her sister bound by countless silver ropes, a giant clock-shaped gag stuffed into her mouth, only able to let out muffled whimpers. "Mmmph..." The Time Goddess's clock-like eyes were filled with humiliation and helplessness. She wanted to explain, but the gag prevented her from speaking. Her body writhed within the ropes, showcasing her restraint, a silent plea – *Sister, escape quickly.* "Your sister is already this seat's pet." Ning Tian instantly appeared before the frozen Space Goddess, reaching out to pinch her delicate chin, forcing her to look at the Time Goddess. "See how much the Time Goddess is enjoying it. Now, it's your turn." "Dream on! I am the Lord of Space!" the Space Goddess gritted her teeth, her internal spatial power erupting wildly. "Spatial Collapse!" She attempted to collapse the entire space, to perish with Ning Tian. But Ning Tian was prepared. "Bonds of Time" suddenly extended from the Time Goddess, piercing the spatial barrier like silver vipers, coiling around the Space Goddess's wrists. "First, the Void Wrist Lock!" Ning Tian personally fastened the restraint onto the Space Goddess's wrist. A deep blue "Void Chain" clicked shut on her right wrist, tightening instantly, sinking into her pale purple skin and forming a deep blue indentation. The Space Goddess felt her right hand imprisoned at a fixed spatial coordinate, unable to teleport or fold space. "No... my space... let go..." Tears welled up in the Space Goddess's dark eyes, tears of the void, each drop containing spatial power. "Second, the Void Waist Lock!" Ning Tian picked up the thickest Void Chain and wrapped it around the Space Goddess's voluptuous waist. The chain coiled around her waist three times, each coil tightening by half an inch, pressing into her lower abdomen. The Space Goddess felt her void power being confined at her waist, unable to be mobilized. She tried to struggle, but the stopped time made her movements incredibly slow. "Ah... no..." she let out a suppressed moan, her pale purple skin flushing a deep crimson, the river of the void flowing faster beneath her skin. "Third, the Starry Hair Lock!" Ning Tian walked behind her and grabbed the Space Goddess's starry blue hair. Those strands connected to infinite space, yet were now roughly tied into twin ponytails, secured with hairpins carved from void crystals. The Space Goddess was forced to tilt her head back, her dark spatial eyes filled with humiliation, stars spinning violently in her pupils. "Don't... my hair... it connects to the spatial dimensions..." she pleaded vaguely, her voice trembling with shame. "Fourth, the Void Chest Lock!" Ning Tian moved to her front, his gaze falling upon the Space Goddess's explosive cleavage, encased by her starry long dress. He personally unfastened her long dress, revealing pale purple skin and a perfect body. Beneath the skin, the deep river of the void could be seen flowing. The two mounds of her chest were even more explosive than the Time Goddess's, their tips a tempting deep purple. Ning Tian took out the "Void Rhombus Rope," a cord woven from spatial fragments, and intricately wove a starry network across her chest. The deep blue ropes sank into her pale purple skin, dividing the explosive peaks into sections and forcing them to protrude further. "No... there... don't..." Tears streamed from the Space Goddess's dark eyes, void tears sliding down her perfect face, solidifying into deep purple pearls on the void rhombus ropes across her chest. "Fifth, the Void Ankle Lock!" Ning Tian crouched down and grasped the Space Goddess's bare ankles. Those ankles were exquisite as jade, the river of the void visible flowing around them. Deep blue void chains coiled around them, forcing her legs apart into a shameful spread. The Space Goddess felt her spatial power draining from her ankles, rendering her unable to stand, only able to kneel. "The final one... the Void Gag!" Ning Tian took out a massive "Spatial Gag," a cube carved from void crystals, with countless stars rotating and galaxies flowing within. "Open your mouth," Ning Tian commanded, his fingers pinching the Space Goddess's chin.