Chapter 152

On the 107th floor, inside the Punishment Chamber.

A group of women surrounded two stripped and bound women, commenting freely.

“These are the outsiders? Not bad-looking.”

“Eh? This little girl is still a jade tiger!”

Hearing this, Duan Mu Yao flushed with anger. “Who—who said that?! I have them! At least I used to!”

Li YiYa’s gaze lingered on Ji YunJing’s astonishingly ample bosom. “Even though they’re about the same height, she’s way more endowed than Senior Sister Duan Mu.”

“You—!” Duan Mu Yao’s pride was shattered. She gritted her teeth and hissed, “It’s just my bloodline holding me back! I’ll grow bigger in the future!”

“Senior Sister Duan Mu when she grows up? I don’t remember her being that big,” Zhou Qin added coldly, using her thumb and palm to outline a very obtuse angle—barely an A-cup at best.

“AHHH! I’ll fight you all!”

Watching the playful bickering between the sisters, Tan Tai Yuruo, the ever-gentle “mother” of the group, smiled faintly—though inwardly, she felt a little guilty.

She really hadn’t paid attention to Duan Mu Yao’s birth mother’s… assets back then.

If only I’d picked someone with a bigger chest…

Now, whenever they trained together, Duan Mu Yao’s gaze would linger on her own swaying curves with unmistakable envy.

Liu Ruyan glanced at the purple-haired beauty who had just finished tying the last knot with expert precision. “All done?”

“Tight and secure,” Xu QingYao assured.

Liu Ruyan raised an eyebrow. “How do you even know this technique? Isn’t this called tortoise shell binding?”

Xu QingYao’s enchanting face flushed slightly, as if recalling something. She licked her lips with lingering satisfaction.

“My dear nephew uses it on me often. Over time, I’ve gotten quite skilled.”

The other women: “…”

Elder Xu is truly invincible!

Under Liu Ruyan’s direction, Chu Ning and Zhou Qin worked together to hoist Ji QianYue into the air, her hands and feet bound in a reverse arch.

“What about the other one? Aren’t we hanging her up too?”

“No need,” Liu Ruyan shook her head.

“That one wasn’t nearly as arrogant. Just send her straight to A’Chen while she’s still warm.”

Their orders had been to teach the intruders a lesson first, but since Ji YunJing hadn’t done anything particularly offensive, they might as well skip straight to the main event.

By now, delivering women to Ning Chen had become routine for Liu Ruyan.

“I’ll take her!” Li YiYa volunteered eagerly, summoning a clone to help carry Ji YunJing upstairs.

“Master~, do you want a woman?”

The moment she entered the room, Li YiYa cheerfully carried the unconscious Ji YunJing to the bed.

Ning Chen glanced over, unsurprised—he’d been watching everything through the surveillance screens.

“Just put her here for now.”

He intended to leave her on the bed and wait for her to wake naturally while he continued observing the spectacle downstairs.

But Li YiYa misunderstood.

Feeling the Soul-Devouring Spear stirring, Ning Chen looked away from the screens in surprise—only to see Li YiYa and her clone positioning Ji YunJing over him, one hand already guiding the spear into place.

Li YiYa grinned sweetly. “Don’t worry, Master~, it’ll be over soon.”

With a slight push—

Plop!

Though the path was narrow, after the initial resistance, the “rocket launch” proceeded smoothly.

Ning Chen noticed the heated flush on the “little girl’s” cheeks and the way her body responded even in unconsciousness.

Clearly, there was something extra in that secret drug.

Soon, the Central Continent’s Alchemy Pagoda was “blood-sacrificed.”

Moreover, Ning Chen discovered something astonishing.

Ji YunJing was deceptively well-equipped—not in terms of her “lantern,” but her “gourd.”

Not only was the storage capacity just right, but every inch deeper introduced a new challenge, like interlocking rings.

Entering was possible, but exiting?

Each rounded ridge would catch on the spear’s tip, locking it in place.

Though, like Luo FanShuang, she was easy to enter but hard to leave, the sensation was uniquely fascinating.

“Mmm…” Ji YunJing let out a faint, pained moan, but even as she was fully submerged, she didn’t wake.

Worried she might tip over, Li YiYa had a sudden idea.

Pulling out a long rope, she threaded it through Ji YunJing’s bound hands and hung her from the bed’s canopy like laundry.

The length was set just right—Ji YunJing’s body formed a taut “V,” keeping the rope stretched tight.

Now, Ning Chen didn’t even need to move.

Just a slight thrust, and she would swing like a pendulum—though this time, face-to-face.

“Well, Master? Are you satisfied? Comfortable?” Li YiYa’s elf-like ears twitched as she grinned, eagerly seeking praise.

“Mn. I’ll reward you with three days of mobility,” Ning Chen drummed his fingers approvingly.

“Really?!” Li YiYa’s eyes sparkled with joy. “Thank you, Master~!”

Each month, the number of times she was allowed to move freely was limited.

Most of the time, Ning Chen treated her like a living sheath—just maintenance for his weapon.

So three whole days of unrestricted movement?

As long as no one interrupts…

Over the years, after midnight, unless Ning Chen specifically allowed it, no one dared disturb him.

Plenty of opportunities!

“Alright, you can leave now,” Ning Chen waved her off.

“Yes, Master~!”

Meanwhile, downstairs.

Chu Ning poked Ji QianYue’s chest curiously, making the bound woman sway like a swing. “Will she break free violently when she wakes up?”

“Relax. We’ve sealed her, trapped her in formations, blocked her acupoints, and drugged her. She won’t be able to use a shred of spiritual energy.”

“Master, what now?”

At NanGong Ling’s question, Liu Ruyan smirked.

“She trespassed into our sect’s forbidden grounds. Did she think she’d get off lightly?”

“Since A’Chen said we each get a turn to teach her a lesson… let’s begin.”

“Wake her up with a squirt!”

The moment she spoke, the women all turned expectantly to Tan Tai Yuruo.

“Why… why are you all looking at me?”

“Mother, you’re the best at squirting! Go for it!” Duan Mu Yao urged matter-of-factly.

Tan Tai Yuruo: “???”

She glanced at Liu Ruyan, who nodded seriously. “Consider it your task from A’Chen.”

Though reluctant, the mention of Ning Chen made her relent.

Blushing, she stepped forward, loosening her robes and removing her chest wrap to reveal a pair of “truths” rivaling Xu QingYao’s.

Forming a heart shape with one hand, she aimed at Ji QianYue’s face.

Three… two… one…

A squeeze—

SQUIRT!

The “fire hose” shot out in a perfect arc, landing dead center.

“Incredible!”

The women watched in awe.

Even Ning Chen, who was gently swinging upstairs while watching the live feed, was impressed.

Drenched in “AD Calcium,” Ji QianYue struggled to breathe, her face twisting in discomfort.

Seeing this, Tan Tai Yuruo retracted her “weapon” and stepped back.

Finally, with a soft groan, Ji QianYue’s eyes fluttered open.

Her upside-down view swayed slightly, her head still spinning.

Then—

A pair of snow-capped peaks, adorned with “red berries,” swung into her vision.

That shape… that color… Whose chest is—

Her pupils shrank.

WAIT, THAT’S MINE!

Sensation flooded back—the cool air on her skin, the tight ropes, the strained arch of her back, the bite of the restraints on her wrists and ankles.

She’d been captured.

Ji QianYue panicked.

Looking up, she saw the crowd of women before her—and one face she recognized instantly.

“Liu Ruyan!”

Her expression darkened with fury.

“Sect Leader Liu! What is the meaning of this?!”

Liu Ruyan crossed her arms, utterly unruffled.

“The meaning? I’d like to ask you—what was the meaning of trespassing into my sect’s holy land?”

Ji QianYue faltered slightly, but her rage quickly returned.

“How dare you! The entire Great Xia Dynasty is nothing but a puppet of the Ji Family! How could a mere sect within the dynasty commit such treasonous acts?!”

Xu QingYao chuckled, cutting in. “Oh? Who gave you the impression that our QingLian Sect belongs to the dynasty? What a joke!”

Every one of them—no, the entire sect—belonged to Ning Chen!

And soon, she would too.

“Stubborn fools!” Ji QianYue’s killing intent flared. She tried to summon her spiritual energy to break free—

She would crush these insolent ants!

But instead of her power responding, an odd heat surged through her body.

Her breathing hitched, her eyes widening in disbelief.

How—?!

Her cultivation was completely sealed!

She thrashed, but the ropes were too tight, her position too awkward—she couldn’t muster any strength.

“Release me! Release me at once!”

Now, she was truly desperate.

She was utterly at their mercy.

“I—I have a life-bound soul lamp in my family! If I die, the QingLian Sect will be annihilated!”

It was her last resort—a threat.

But Liu Ruyan only smiled.

“Don’t worry, Your Excellency. We don’t plan to kill you.”

“But those who break sect rules must be punished—no exceptions.”

“Once your punishment is over, we’ll let you go.”

She clapped her hands.

Xu QingYao stepped forward, a soft whip coiled in her hand.

“What—what are you doing?!” Ji QianYue paled, struggling anew.

“I recently learned a new whip technique. Your Excellency, please enlighten me.” Xu QingYao raised her arm.

“STOP! DON’T COME NEAR ME! AHH—!!!”

Soon, the crack of the whip and Ji QianYue’s cries filled the chamber.

Although Ji QianYue was a Void Refinement cultivator, with her spiritual power completely sealed and no training in body refinement, her physical resilience was nothing extraordinary.

Moreover, Xu QingYao had infused her strikes with a trace of spiritual energy—enough to easily breach her defenses.

Ji QianYue’s suspended body swayed violently as she instinctively tried to escape the torment.

But no matter how far she swung, she couldn’t avoid the inevitable return—and the next lash that awaited her.

Streaks of crimson bloomed across the pristine canvas of her skin.

As the saying goes, long illness makes a skilled doctor.

Though Xu QingYao had always been on the receiving end of punishments whenever she dragged Ning Chen into the Punishment Chamber, prolonged exposure had taught her the craft through osmosis.

Each strike of the “family discipline” whip carried more than just searing pain—it was laced with a lingering numbness, a prickling itch, and an unsettling tingle.

At first, Ji QianYue resisted with fury.

The moment the pain registered, she wished she could crush this audacious Nascent Soul ant daring to violate her.

But with no way to evade, she could only endure.

Yet gradually, within less than twenty strikes, her body began to burn hotter.

Every lash felt like it seared flames into her skin.

Horror flashed across Ji QianYue’s face.

What was this strange sensation?

Why did her heart stir with growing satisfaction… even anticipation?

No, I don’t want this!!!