The Bound Heroine

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Mo Sixia woke up slowly, her head was dizzy and she felt short of breath. She found that there was a rope around her neck. The pressure of the rope made it difficult to breathe. At the same time, she felt that her hands were tied behind her back, and her joints were stretched to the limit and tied painfully. She subconsciously struggled, but the rope around her throat tightened, which frightened her so much that she stopped moving. The feeling of suffocation made Mo Sixia's brain almost stop because she was already lacking oxygen.
Mo Sixia tried to scream, but the rope around her neck prevented her from making a sound. Her pretty face turned purple, and she couldn't utter a single word. The only thing she could understand was the sight of her shackled legs. Her clothes were relatively intact, except for her shoes and socks, which had been pulled off and shackled at her ankles. Mo Sixia's purple face flushed red, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. When she came to her senses, she found herself in a cell surrounded by hard rocks, with only one locked iron door. Mo Sixia struggled to her feet, a simple action that took her almost half an hour. Her stomach burned with hunger, making her realize that she had been unconscious for at least two days. Trembling, she stood up, trying to avoid aggravating her bound arms. As soon as she stood up, everything went black, and she leaned against the wall, almost falling back to the ground. The chains on her feet clanged, but the guards outside the cell didn't hear them.
Although Mo Sixia didn't faint or fall again, she still felt dizzy. She remained leaning against the wall in a daze for an unknown amount of time before a guard dragged her out.
A splash of ice water brought Mo Sixia to her senses, but her breath was immediately pulled back by the rope around her neck. She tried to cough, but the rope was forced down her throat. The jailers, as if having a change of heart, untied the ropes.
While bound, she had almost no feeling in her body, especially from her shoulders down, as if her arms didn't exist. As soon as the ropes were removed, her arms drooped limply before she could adjust. Finally, when the rope around her neck was untied, her throat was both sore and itchy, and she couldn't help but cough a few times. Then, a tingling, itchy sensation spread through her upper body, especially her arms, for a full half hour before it subsided.
The head jailer said, "Mo Sixia! Your attempt to assassinate the Emperor is a crime deserving of death and the extermination of your entire family! However, the Emperor is benevolent and remembers your Mo family's past contributions to the country, so he has spared your life. If you return to the court to atone for your crimes..." He saw Mo Sixia glaring at him and knew that without tempering this woman's arrogance, there would be no progress. So he changed his tone and said, "Mo Sixia, don't be so arrogant. Do you know your current situation? Killing you is easier than crushing an ant for me. Don't be so fearless just because the Emperor has taken you in. You have quite a few enemies... Haha!"
Mo Sixia felt a chill run down her spine. She was a smart woman and naturally knew what "quite a few enemies" meant. It meant that those who had grudges against her would bribe the jailers to torture her, making her suffer a fate worse than death for ten days.
The jailer could tell from her expression that she was afraid, so he changed his tone and said, "Why bother? Why suffer like this? You're already desperate, but I can help you, as long as you nod your head..." Before he could finish, Mo Sixia interrupted him, "Cough, I'm afraid you don't have the guts!" Her throat felt like it was splitting open, and speaking aggravated the chafed wound on her neck, causing her face to change color in pain, but she still continued, "The first person I'll kill when I get out is you!"
The jailer leader sighed and ordered the torture to begin. Several jailers pressed Mo Sixia to the ground and kicked and beat her, then picked up the scare baton and beat the fallen Mo Sixia indiscriminately. The jailers, accustomed to inflicting torture, showed no pity for the screams, until the leader shouted to stop. Mo Sixia's clothes were almost torn to shreds, and her snow-white skin was covered with bruises and dark red marks.
"Mo Sixia, great heroine Mo, how was that beating with the rod? Did it loosen your muscles?" the head jailer asked Mo Sixia.
Mo Sixia had almost fainted from the beating, and even after the jailer poured a basin of water on her, she was still not fully conscious. The head jailer gave another order.
*Crush!
* "Mo Sixia! Let's see if your bones are harder, or if my crusher is harder! Pull!"
"Ah! Ah…" The excruciating pain in her fingers instantly brought Mo Sixia's muddled mind back to reality. The relentless pain stimulated her nerves, leaving her mind blank, filled only with agony!
A wooden stick was shoved into Mo Sixia's mouth, almost touching her throat. A rope was threaded through a drilled hole at the back of the stick and tied tightly behind her head, making her gag and cutting off her means of screaming to release her pain. Another stick was placed behind her knees, and two jailers stomped on it. The two jailers in front of her increased their pressure, producing a barely perceptible cracking sound.
Mo Sixia fainted again.
When she awoke, a day and a night had passed. She woke in her cell, and the excruciating pain in her fingers as she braced herself on the ground caused her to fall back down. The jailers didn't bind her, only placing earthen handcuffs on her wrists.
As experts in torture, these jailers knew Mo Sixia was powerless to resist. Although they had given her some water while she was unconscious, she hadn't eaten for five days, making even standing difficult.
Mo Sixia's stomach was numb with hunger, and her body was as weak as the guards had guessed. After discovering that Mo Sixia was awake, the guards dragged her out and locked her wrists with chains threaded through the mud shackles. The remaining chains crossed the rotating wheel on the roof, pulling the other end of the chain to lift Mo Sixia off the ground. The tearing pain in her wrists made Mo Sixia try to stand on tiptoe, but as the chains continued to rise, even on tiptoe she couldn't reach the ground.
At this moment, two upright bricks were placed beside her. Mo Sixia hurriedly spread her feet and stepped on the bricks, her toes just barely touching the ground. Only two toes on each foot could touch the bricks, and her entire weight pressed down on her four slender toes.
As Mo Sixia's toes throbbed with pain, she smelled the aroma of food. Before her eyes lay a table laden with culinary delights: roasted mutton, carp, chunks of chicken, and grapes—the sweet and sour scent pungently assaulting her nostrils. Apples, bananas, oranges, and various other fruits were also plentiful. Four jailers sat at the table, eating and drinking heartily, completely oblivious to Mo Sixia's reddened eyes.
Every whiff of the delicious aroma was torture for Mo Sixia. Hungry and nauseous, she should have fainted, but the excruciating pain in her wrists and toes kept her wide awake. After the four jailers finished eating, four more arrived to continue the feast. Mo Sixia thought to herself, "I should beg for mercy... I'm already..." but all she could manage were cries of pain and groans.
The jailer leader, surnamed Yin, could tell that the heroine's pride had been somewhat eroded. One group of jailers finished eating, and another group arrived, the delicious food filling the entire cell with its enticing aroma.
In her futile struggles, the mud shackles on her wrists chafed and drew blood. Having stood there for an unknown amount of time, Mo Sixia's toes had lost all feeling and could no longer support her weight. Her entire body weight slumped onto her wrists, the tearing pain causing a hoarse groan to escape her throat. She frantically tried to brace her toes against the bricks beneath her feet, but instead dislodged them.
Tears streamed helplessly from her eyes; she had collapsed. The mud shackles on her wrists felt like they were piercing her flesh, and no amount of struggling could alleviate the pain. Just then, a sweet aroma assaulted her nostrils and pierced her heart.
Finally, the prison guard chief, surnamed Yin, heard the words he had been waiting for:
"Waaah, I can't take it anymore! Ah, it hurts, it hurts so much... Please let me go!"
Chapter Two: Unexpected Rescue.
For some reason, Mo Sixia's surrender was not accepted. Instead of letting her go, the prison guard chief, surnamed Yin, ordered two tall, strong servants to take out leather whips and begin whipping her.
The tough leather whips cut deep into her flesh with every lash, leaving at least a red welt or even tearing her skin. After several lashes, red welts appeared on Mo Sixia's chest, back, and thighs. She screamed in pain, but the prison guard chief showed no mercy and ordered the torturers to apply more force. The two strong men also showed no pity.
"Ah!" A bloody welt appeared on her calf, and Mo Sixia screamed in agony. Before she could finish screaming, her thigh was also whipped raw, followed by her breasts. There was no blood, but how could such a sensitive area feel any better than before? As she was being whipped, Mo Sixia suddenly went black and fainted. After a burst of ice water, she was plunged back into the excruciating hell of the whip.
For a full quarter of an hour, Mo Sixia's body was crisscrossed with red welts like a fishing net, and dozens of shallow bloodstains left drops of blood that vaguely outlined a skull on the ground!
Mo Sixia was hung from the chains like a corpse, her mind already blurred, her whole body on the verge of death, but the torture wasn't over yet. The guards brought a bucket of murky water and poured it over her.
"Ah!! Ah... Ah!! Ya!"
The seemingly lifeless Mo Sixia suddenly writhed helplessly in the air like a fish caught on a hook, constantly letting out beast-like roars for a full quarter of an hour.
When she was finally released, Mo Sixia immediately fell into a deep sleep, and no matter how the guards kicked and beat her, she didn't wake up. If it weren't for the faint breath she still had, one would have thought she was a corpse. The head guard wasn't satisfied and ordered someone to wake her up. A bucket of ice water was poured over her, and Mo Sixia's body twitched a few times but she still didn't wake up.
What had just been splashed wasn't normal water, but salt water. The pain from the salt water on her wounds exceeded the female warrior's tolerance, plunging her into a deep coma from which she couldn't wake up.
The head of the prison guards, named Yin Zheng, was ruthless and cunning from a young age, enjoying researching methods to torture women. Later, he took over this prison from his parents, and almost no woman who entered it ever left.
So how could he not stimulate Mo Sixia to wake her? Several silver needles were inserted into her head. Yin Zheng thought for a moment, then fed her some pills. He then took out several bottles and applied the ointment inside to Mo Sixia's genitals and breasts. Finally, he took out a porcelain bottle and placed it under the female warrior's nose. After a few breaths, Mo Sixia's eyelids twitched. Yin Zheng ordered his servants to unlock her handcuffs, twist her hands behind her back, and use several thin silver ropes to bind Mo Sixia's fingers tightly, then tie them to the iron chains from before.
This was a fishing line passed down from a fisherman on the coast; though as thin as silk, it could not be cut without a sharp weapon and was said to have been used for whaling.
The chains behind her pulled Mo Sixia up again, but with her hands twisted behind her back, she felt as if her fingers were being torn apart, and the tearing pain in her shoulders and back was unbearable.
Standing up and bending forward might have intensified the torture, but Mo Sixia had no strength to move her legs. She couldn't even cry out in pain; she could only groan helplessly. The way her arms were pulled behind her back caused her chest to be pulled, making it hard to breathe. The upward pull of the chains caused the fishing line wrapped around her fingers to dig into her flesh, carrying her entire weight. Her shoulder ligaments were strained, and her arm muscles were torn (don't think of exaggeratedly muscular women when you think of muscles).
Mo Sixia wanted to faint, but her mind was unusually clear. She was suspended even higher than before. There were two hooks on either side of the shackles covering her face, which Mo Sixia didn't even know were two iron balls hanging from them.
"Eek... ah..." A ten-pound iron ball, weighing about twenty pounds, fell onto her feet, causing the muscles in her legs to twist and twitch. But it wasn't over. Two more iron balls were hung on the chain in the middle of the shackles, and then the same fishing line tied the last two iron balls to her toes.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..." Sixty pounds had increased her weight by half; how could she not be in pain? Her fingers were bleeding from the shackles, the fishing line was embedded in her wounds, and her arms felt like they didn't belong to her; the pain was almost numbing.
"Give her a swing!"
Two jailers grabbed her ankles and pulled her backward, releasing her when Mo Sixia's feet were at head height.
"Ah. Ahhhhhh!"
"Keep swinging!"
"It hurts. Ahhhhhh!"
The moans grew hoarser with each swing, but only excited Yin Zheng more. Swinging was more painful than being suspended; she felt like her whole body was being torn in two. At this moment, Yin Zheng devised another scheme and ordered, "Stop! Pull her up!"
Hearing their leader's command, the jailers pulled the chains, lifting Mo Sixia up. When they reached the roof, Yin Zheng shouted, "Release!" The jailers released the chains, and Mo Sixia, carrying a 60-pound iron ball, fell freely from a height of four meters.
Of course, this wasn't the most cruel part. The cruelest part was that the free fall stopped abruptly. So suddenly, all the momentum in her body was concentrated downwards, bringing unbearable pain.
Mo Sixia couldn't scream anymore. She had bitten her lips until they bled, and blood flowed down her lip. Her wrists, ankles, and toes were torn apart; it felt like her flesh was being ripped apart. Blood dripped from her feet. A dull ache in her dislocated shoulder told her she couldn't withstand another blow.
"Pull her up again!" The clanking chains hauled Mo Sixia up three meters. Yin Zheng, for reasons unknown, moved an iron basin under Mo Sixia's feet and several tall tables around her.
Three jailers climbed onto the tables and brought two buckets and two long-handled brushes. The buckets contained a reddish liquid. The jailers dipped the brushes in the liquid and applied it to Mo Sixia's wounds. "Ugh, ahhh!" The burning pain shot through her nerves and into her brain. Her last lifeline was taken away—chili oil!
The iron basin under her feet was lit and set ablaze. The intense heat of the flames burned her body and her wounds, shattering her consciousness. The jailers didn't forget to sprinkle bags of salt into the chili oil and then apply it to Mo Sixia's body.
The sensation in her lower body was particularly intense; a few drops of her own fluid dripped into the flames. The electric shock-like feeling in her breasts made her unable to stop, and in the extreme pain… she actually climaxed.
"Yin Zheng!" A furious shout interrupted the torture. Yin Zheng was watching the heroine's smug surrender when the shout shattered his peace, and he was immediately terrified.
The newcomer was a woman dressed in a light blue outfit. "Yin Zheng! Who gave you the right to use this torture so freely?!"
"Ah! General Li, how could you…" Yin Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly gave his subordinates a look, outwardly offering flattery, but before he could finish, he was interrupted. "Put her down, I'm taking her away." Li Qing'er ordered. "Take her away? Do you have permission? This is…" Yin Zheng pretended to be upright, but in reality, his subtle movements were pre-arranged signals.
Li Qing'er dodged a hidden weapon from behind and then chopped down the jailer who lunged at her with a hand chop.
"You dare to ambush me?!" Li Qing'er shouted angrily, rushing forward to
tear Yin Zheng to pieces before he could finish his sentence. The jailers were not soldiers after all; the hand chop that had just severed their necks had terrified them, so they naturally rushed forward to their deaths. Yin Zheng, in a moment of quick thinking, shouted to Li Qing'er, "General Li! If I lower the chains, Mo Sixia will be burned to death!"
Li Qing'er, who was rushing forward, stopped in her tracks, her almond-shaped eyes wide open as she stared at him. Seeing that it was effective, he thought for a moment, and his old habit of lustful thoughts resurfaced, thinking of tying up this female general for his own amusement. So he shouted again, "General Li, if you want her to live, stand still! What are you all standing there for?! Tie her up!"
The white rope was folded into two strands, looped around Li Qing'er's neck, and pulled down from her shoulders, wrapping around her upper arm three times...
Chapter 3, Encountering Mountain Bandits
. Heh heh, Yin Zheng, clutching his throat, could not make a sound. Two thin needles, one inserted into his arm and the other into his throat.
Just as the jailer was about to tie the final knot on Li Qing'er's wrists, she somehow produced several thin needles and tossed them at an angle, piercing Yin Zheng's throat amidst his smug gaze.
Li Qing'er swayed and shook off the jailer behind her. Seeing her hands bound, the jailers became bolder and pounced on her. With a powerful kick, she sent the leading jailer flying, his life hanging in the balance. Her foot landed, and she took a step forward, delivering a straight kick to another jailer's chest, knocking him to the ground. This time, the jailers were stunned.
"You, come here," Li Qing'er gestured to a seemingly more docile jailer, indicating he should come closer.
The binding technique was exceptional; even without the final knot on her wrists, Li Qing'er couldn't find a way to untie herself. The remaining knots were tied where her fingers couldn't reach, and despite her struggles, the ropes didn't loosen even slightly.
"Get behind me."
"Okay!"
"Untie the ropes!" The jailer had originally planned to grab Li Qing'er when he touched her, taking the opportunity to capture her and tie her up like a pair of horses, but when he saw the fine needle on Li Qing'er's fingertips, he immediately abandoned this absurd idea.
The hand bindings were all knotted tightly, and the jailer behind her had been trying to untie them for half an hour without much success. The thin white rope was exceptionally strong, and Li Qing'er had tried to break it with a fine needle before. Urged on by Li Qing'er, the jailer panicked and messed up the knots, which made Li Qing'er so angry that she almost flicked the fine needle into his throat.
The ropes that had been tied up in less than a quarter of an hour took more than half an hour to untie. Once her hands were freed, Li Qing'er ordered the jailers to put Mo Sixia down. Seeing Mo Sixia like this, Li Qing'er was so angry that she almost beat all the jailers to death. After the climax, Mo Sixia was obviously still unconscious. She ordered the jailers to find some medicine to treat Mo Sixia's injuries, but to avoid using any medicine to force her to wake up, as that stuff was poison and would turn people into idiots if used too much.
After bandaging her up, Li Qing'er checked her over and, finding nothing amiss, carried Mo Sixia away from the terrifying prison. Once there, Li Qing'er found an inn. Mo Sixia remained unconscious for three days before waking up. During those three days, Li Qing'er fed her a lot of liquid food, which finally helped ease her stomach. Opening her eyes and seeing Li Qing'er's face, Mo Sixia tried to sit up but couldn't. She murmured helplessly, "Why...why did you save me?"
When they were children, Mo Sixia and Li Qing'er were like best friends. Back then, Mo Sixia, Li Qing'er, Ling Yunzhi, and Mu Rongxue were the four best friends, carefree and happy.
Later, due to their different identities, they had to separate for various reasons, going down opposite paths.
"Someone doesn't want you to die, including me, so I came to pick you up and take you to a safe place," Li Qing'er said.
"Then can you untie the ropes for me?! I'm suffocating!!" "
Oh,"
Mo Sixia replied, now bound like a stick through the blankets, a result of Li Qing'er's prank, and of course, she couldn't sit up! --#Since the royal family hadn't released Mo Sixia's pardon, they didn't take the main roads, but instead bought two horses and traveled along mountain paths.
Although there were some bandits, they were practically invisible to them. They traveled for two days. If Mo Sixia had seen Li Qing'er's subtle, mischievous smile this morning, she would definitely have suggested taking a detour, though her suggestion wouldn't have been taken.
Sure enough, they encountered bandits less than an hour later. Mo Sixia, still recovering from her injuries, couldn't fight back, so Li Qing'er dealt with them. Unexpectedly, after dealing with the younger ones, the older ones arrived with a whole bunch of younger ones. "This is the rendezvous point, why are there a group of bandits?" With this question in mind, facing the surrounding bandits, Li Qing'er couldn't guarantee Mo Sixia's safety and had to let Mo Sixia dismount for her own safety, while Li Qing'er did her best to kill the bandit leader.
The bandits numbered about a hundred, most of them unarmed, perhaps because they had heard the report that there were two women, beautiful women, so they only carried ropes and the like. Behind the bandits was a fierce-looking man on horseback, wielding a long spear, who appeared to be their leader. In a single exchange, Li Qing'er easily felled two of them. The bandits were startled by her strength, but quickly recovered, some lunging forward, others using ropes as tripwires.
"It's not them! What is Ling Yunzhi planning?!" A hint of doubt flashed in Li Qing'er's eyes. She seemed to be waiting for something before striking, not delivering a heavy blow, but merely knocking the bandits to the ground without pursuing them. On the other hand, Mo Sixia's situation was not optimistic. She hadn't practiced martial arts for long, only focusing on swordsmanship; she hadn't learned any fist techniques, leg techniques, or anything like that. Now, without a sword, her fighting ability was less than ten percent. Although the bandits' movements were full of flaws in her eyes, she couldn't find a way to counter them.
"Ha, little beauty, stop struggling! Why not follow Master Tu! I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury!" The bandit leader, Shen Tuquan, rode slowly towards them on horseback. He was particularly fond of unruly women like Li Qing'er, his eyes lecherously fixed on her chest.
"Ee! Cough!" Li Qing'er unleashed her Heavenly Sound Wave technique, shouting twice, causing the surrounding bandits to stumble and take two steps back. Taking advantage of this opening, Li Qing'er broke through the encirclement. Shen Tuquan instantly snapped back to reality, thrusting his spear forward, but Li Qing'er dodged it with a flick of her wrist. A soft fist struck him in the stomach, sending him crashing to the ground with a thud.
"Damn! This little wench is pretty hot!" Shen Tuquan, thick-skinned and tough, immediately stood up after the fall and brandished his spear. Suddenly, a man in black robes appeared behind Mo Sixia. Sensing danger, Mo Sixia turned to block, but she was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground. She coughed up blood, unable to stand, and could only let the bandits bind her.
Observing the situation, Li Qing'er used a powerful kick to knock Shen Tu Quan away, but the black-robed man had already rushed in front of her.
"Heavenly Thunder Strike!" Li Qing'er lunged forward and elbowed the black-robed man in the chest. Without even flinching, the man punched her in the abdomen. Li Qing'er felt a tightness in her chest, and before she could spit out blood, a black hand reached for her neck. Then she knew nothing more.
Chapter Four, Black Iron Chains.
"My lord, the 'equipment' is complete. Would you like to check?" Shen Tu Quan respectfully asked the black-robed man.
"No need."
In the secret chamber of 'Shen Tu Village,' Li Qing'er awoke from unconsciousness feeling an itch on her neck. She wanted to scratch, but then realized her arms were bound behind her back and she couldn't move. Only then did Li Qing'er feel an unbearable itch all over her body. The ropes binding her were covered in fine hairs, which pricked her sensitive spot. But what truly drove Li Qing'er to the brink of collapse was her neck! From childhood, her neck had always been her most sensitive spot; she couldn't bear to let anyone touch it. Now, even the slightest movement of her head caused a stinging sensation, making Li Qing'er extremely uncomfortable.
Her lower limbs were also in dire straits; her legs were pressed together, unable to separate or move an inch, as if embedded in something. Li Qing'er sat up and saw that her thighs, knees, and ankles were each bound with black iron shackles. The shackles were secured by several mysterious mechanisms; even with her hands free, they couldn't be opened without knowing how. A short iron chain ran through the four shackles, connecting them. Li Qing'er lay down and tried to lift her legs with all her might, but they wouldn't budge. She tried to curl them up, but to no avail—they were too heavy!
These small shackles weighed over a hundred pounds! Li Qing'er noticed that besides the ropes and handcuffs, she was only wearing a bodice and underpants. Her pretty face flushed red, and she cursed the rogue in her heart. She sat up and tried to untie the knots with her fingers, but after groping for a long time, she made no progress except for feeling itchy all over her body. The person who tied her up obviously had great confidence in her and did not restrict her ten fingers, but her fingers could neither reach the knots nor untie them.
The binding posture was that of a woman in a "rear-handed Guanyin" position. The first rope used was a very long one, wrapped around the wrists, folding the upper and lower arms together and tying the knot at the elbows. The second rope was also continuous, wrapped around the chest, went behind the body, passed through the rope behind the back, and then pulled back to tightly bind the arms and torso. The person binding the body also deliberately tightened the rope several times on the chest, down to the shoulders, across the genitals and tied a knot, and then brought the rope back up from there and tied a knot on the chest. The third rope was first pulled down from the neck, then went around the back to reinforce Li Qing'er's already bound arms. The places that were originally just wrapped, such as the wrists and between the arms, were tied with tight knots. Then, it went around to the front of the chest, connected with the second rope, and finally went back around the neck and lightly wrapped twice and tied a knot.
Li Qing'er, who had failed to free herself, was somewhat discouraged. As if venting her anger, she twisted and struggled wildly and tried to get out of the way. The rope was indeed unexpectedly strong. It tightened the rope so much that it left deep indentations on Li Qing'er's arms without loosening at all, and her hands turned purple.
Exhausted from struggling, Li Qing'er lay back down. Since her legs were immobilized, she could only lie flat as before, unable to even turn over. She surveyed her surroundings—definitely a prison, and quite spacious at that. Before her were rough wooden bars, and she was roughly in the middle of the cell, lying on a stone bed or rather, a stone platform, her feet against the locked bars, her head facing the only window.
Hmm, if she wanted to escape, the cell itself wouldn't be a problem; neither the window nor the bars were particularly strong. But there were two problems: the shackles on her legs were too heavy to open, and the ropes couldn't be untied either. Okay, escape
was out of the question.
Could this be Ling Tianzhi's doing? Li Qing'er thought to herself, and it seemed quite possible! That man in black robes couldn't possibly be a master from a mountain stronghold like this, and why would such a stronghold have such heavy shackles?! Why would they have such torturous ropes, especially on her neck?! It couldn't have been a 'coincidence' that they'd hit so many of her weaknesses!
Whew!
Li Qing'er suppressed her anger, deciding to settle accounts with Ling Tianzhi when she saw him! She was relieved now that she believed Ling Tianzhi wouldn't risk her and Mo Sixia's safety. As for that man in black robes…who was he? She seemed to recognize him, but she couldn't quite place him.
After thinking for a long time without success, Li Qing'er was about to go to sleep when she heard footsteps, about six people. So she pretended to be asleep and waited for them.
"My lord, she's been brought here. Look, she's right here." The voice sounded a lot like Shen Tu Quan's.
"You two, go in and do as this lord just said!" This voice was Shen Tu Quan's, but where was the other one?
Just then, Li Qing'er heard the sound of the wooden fence being opened. Judging from the footsteps, there were two people. They were going to…
"Ah!!"
"Ah!" The bandit who had climbed up to Li Qing'er was also startled by her scream. He had only lightly brushed a feather against her neck… Why such an exaggerated reaction? "Ah! What are you doing?! Um…" Li Qing'er tried desperately to move her legs, but her ankles were restricted by heavy shackles, allowing only small movements. The other bandit was tickling her soles with that feather!
She wanted to laugh, but how could she laugh in this situation? Where was her dignity?!
"Hahahaha, stop tickling me, hahaha, ahhh, you! Hahahaha, stop it, hahahaha!" When she hadn't thought anything through, she was trying to hold back her laughter, but as soon as the feather touched her neck, it burst out of her mouth and became uncontrollable. The reason for her escape didn't matter anymore. The tickling had interrupted her thoughts, and she could only release the tickling sensation all over her body by laughing instinctively. Her legs kept twisting and even overlapping, wishing that her toes could curl up like her fingers to protect her soles. Although her upper body was tied up, it wasn't as fixed as her lower body. The bandit in charge of her upper body was also very annoyed. So he simply didn't just focus on her neck. When Li Qing'er sat up, he used the feather to tickle her back, palms, and back of her neck. When she lay down, he tickled her stomach and armpits. Li Qing'er, whose face was red from laughing, couldn't do anything about it.
"Hahaha, despicable hahaha, admit defeat hahahahaha, what do
you
want
haha
...
"But why did you grab me, Sister Sha Yi! You even let them tickle me!" The man in black robes didn't answer or react, which made Li Qing'er even more certain of his identity. "Sister Sha Yi, let me go! Ah! Waaah!" "Gag her."
Chapter 5, Ling Yunzhi
"Your Majesty's martial arts are superb; I am no match for you."
"Since you've lost, then lend me the 'Golden Scale Guards' of your Qinghu Island according to the bet."
"Of course, of course..."
Ling Yunzhi was speechless after the battle.
What a rip-off! When did the Emperor become so powerful?! I've practiced martial arts since childhood, and this is the first time in twenty years that I've known the Emperor is stronger than me?! He's too strong; his right arm was injured after only ten moves. To defeat him, I'd have to bring Sha Yi along.
However, Ling Yunzhi wasn't one to back down, so he naturally honored the bet and contributed his sect's martial arts to the court.
"Brother Ling, you need not feel sorry. Once I unify the world, I will naturally reward you and ensure that your sect, Qinghu Island, will have a place in my Great Song Empire." Emperor Zhao Hanwu said, seeing Ling Yunzhi's embarrassment. The Golden Scale Guard of Qinghu Island was the most elite army he could think of. Now that he had this army at his command, foreign tribes would not be afraid!
"Your Majesty is too kind. I will certainly bring all two hundred Golden Scale Guards with me. I hope Your Majesty will allow me to take Mo Sixia..."
"It's alright." The Emperor waved his hand to interrupt him and continued, "Just take her to Qinghu Island. I don't need to care so much about an assassin who didn't even touch the hem of my clothes. Besides, I captured her to lure you here, to make this bet, and then to obtain your Golden Scale Guards."
Hearing the Emperor's agreement, Ling Yunzhi breathed a sigh of relief. Although he and Li Qing'er had secretly plotted to rescue Mo Sixia, the Emperor's pardon relieved them of any worries. Before he could thank him, the Emperor suddenly said, "Ling Yunzhi, do you know why I was able to win?"
Ling Yunzhi was taken aback, but instantly had the answer. "In terms of swordsmanship, Your Majesty is naturally no match for me, but your sword techniques are superior to mine, and our weapons are also far inferior."
"Yes," the emperor didn't deny it. "In terms of swordsmanship, I naturally can't compare to you, but should I say you're overly ambitious, or that you're too pure? You actually abandoned all sword techniques to focus solely on the Azure Heaven Sword Technique; otherwise, you might be stronger than you are now."
"No, this is the heart of the sword. Your Majesty, you wouldn't understand the way of the sword. How can one reach the pinnacle if their heart isn't pure?"
"Heh, I once found the complete Azure Heaven Sword Technique manual in a tower and spent three months mastering the introductory chapter."
What?! Ling Yunzhi was shocked again. He was considered a genius on Qinghu Island, yet it took him half a year to master the introductory chapter and three years to fully understand it. Three months to complete it? What? A genius among geniuses?
"But when I saw the true first move of the Azure Sky Sword Technique, I immediately put down this supreme sword manual and switched to practicing the Thunder Sword Technique. Once I perfected the Thunder Sword Technique, perhaps I could even comprehend the first move of the Azure
Sky Sword Technique. It's too powerful; I can't even imitate it slightly." Yes, Ling Yunzhi knew that although he had mastered the introductory chapter of the Azure Sky Sword Technique to a high degree, and had few rivals in the martial world, he hadn't deciphered the true first move! The
Azure Sky Sword Technique originally only had three moves. Because no one could decipher it, countless generations of effort and summarization led to the creation of an "Introductory Chapter" containing 390 sword moves, including all known sword moves and counter-moves.
It's worth noting that martial arts are divided into two categories: modern conventional martial arts and forbidden techniques passed down from mythological times, which are not included in the Introductory Chapter. No matter
how profound a sword technique is, it's impossible to strike two places at once. However, when Mo Sixia wielded the demonic sword "Bloodless Skull," it felt as if three swords were attacking simultaneously—this was a technique from the mythological era! Of course, Mo Sixia was currently bound like a four-horse with her hooves tethered, locked in a cage, blindfolded and gagged, only able to whimper. Giving her anything would be useless.
After leaving the palace, Ling Yunzhi mounted his white horse and rode towards Shentu Village. At Shentu Village...
"Woo woo woo woo woo woo! Woo woo woo woo!"
Shentu Dog grabbed Li Qing'er's feet, twisting her toes backward so she couldn't curl them, while its other hand lashed out with a feather duster at the soles of her feet.
"Woo woo! Woo woo woo woo!"
"Haha, you really hurt me yesterday!" Shen Tuquan heard Li Qing'er's helpless whimpers with her mouth gagged, and he tightened his grip even more. Although Li Qing'er's martial arts were better than his, she wasn't good at strength. Besides, how could a woman's toes possibly bend this muscular man? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from Shen Tuquan's large hands. Her toes were being bent backward so hard that she wondered if they would break. But the more she struggled, the more excited Shen Tuquan became, and he tightened his grip even more. With her mouth gagged, she was even deprived of the right to laugh. The unreleased itching sensation was stuck in her throat, and the urge to itch intensified several levels. The ruthless Sha Yi ordered the bandits to blindfold her, then plug her ears, and light a fire in the kang (heated brick bed) beneath her.
Unable to see or hear, Li Qing'er was completely unaware that firewood had been lit beneath her. An iron chain pierced through her arms and locked her to iron rings on both sides of the bed, forcing her to lie down and preventing her from sitting up. Then, her stone bed began to heat up, initially warm, then scorching hot, like a steamer, making her sweat profusely. Her back became burning hot, and the iron chain prevented her from sitting up to escape the scalding heat, leaving her only to endure the burning sensation. Several furry creatures crawled on her belly, some on her chest, and some licked her neck. The pain and itchiness carried Li Qing'er to the highest heavens and then plunged her into the deepest hell. There was a hole in front of her heels on the stone bed, and the thieves used thin ropes to tie her toes and pull them forward so that her soles extended into the hole. The heat of the burning flames hit her soles directly, and Shen Tu Dog held the ropes to prevent her from retracting her feet. Sweat dripped down and was evaporated by the flames onto her feet. She lowered her head, and soon her feet were washed with sweat.
Not only her feet, but sweat also dripped from her forehead, soaking her undergarment as if it had been submerged in water.
"Quick! Look! She peed!" shouted a sharp-eyed and talkative thief. Sure enough, the female general had lost control of her bladder. Shen Tu Quan ordered the thief to grab the rope binding her feet and go over. He saw that Li Qing'er's underpants were not only soaked with sweat but also had a clear water stain. Li Qing'er, like Mo Sixia, was on the verge of orgasm, weakly trying to twist her upper body and hips. Seeing this beautiful sight, Shen Tu Quan couldn't help but feel his male instincts kicking in, letting out a lewd chuckle.
"Hehe, little beauty, little slut, already in heat? Hehehehehe!!" Lost in his lust, Shen Tu Quan reached for Li Qing'er's underpants. "Grandpa... Ahhhhh!!! Ah!"
"Did I! Let! You! Touch! Here?!"
What was going on? Just as Shen Tu Quan's filthy hand was about to touch Li Qing'er's underpants, Sha Yi grabbed his hand and flung him backward, sending the muscular man crashing against the wall for a long time before he could get up.
"That's it. Tomorrow
..."
The bandit didn't dare utter a sound, quickly grabbing his things and pulling Shen Tu Quan out of the cell, disappearing from Sha Yi's sight. Sha Yi looked at the helplessly groaning Li Qing'er, removed the gag from her mouth. "Hmm~~ Ah! Ah!"
The black-robed Sha Yi flicked a pill into Li Qing'er's mouth, then gagged her again, plunging Li Qing'er back into endless hell... In the mountain stronghold's main hall, "Big brother, cough! That Sha Yi is really too much!" Shen Tu Quan complained to his older brother, Shen Tu Diao, when Sha Yi wasn't around. "By the way, big brother. That Sha Yi is actually a woman! She's actually a woman!" "So what if she's a woman? What can you do to her?" Shen Tu Diao said helplessly. "I don't believe it! Even if she's invulnerable, can't we just drug her? We'll strip her naked and chain her up, brother! Aren't you always the one who loves conquering tough women? We..." "That makes sense, let's do it! I'm waiting to rip off that mask and see what she looks like!" Shen Tu Diao's heart was ignited by Sha Yi's fervor, but his left eyelid kept twitching. Just as he was about to arrange for his men to set up a bandit, a mountain bandit came tumbling in. The fiery Shen Tu Diao was immediately annoyed by this interruption and said, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic!" "Boss! Second Boss! There's a white-clad swordsman down the mountain. He's coming up!" "Damn it!" Shen Tu Diao cursed. Three days, two people came up! Three days ago it was that guy named Sha Yi! That Sha Yi is unbelievably strong, he single-handedly defeated hundreds of desperate men from their mountain stronghold with just one woman! After dealing with this reckless guy, we'll drug her and strip her naked! "Men! Grab your weapons and charge!"
Shen Tu Diao picked up a large, ghost-headed scalpel, Shen Tu Quan picked up his fine steel spear, and the 'men' grabbed their swords, spears, and clubs and followed. To be honest, Ling Yunzhi is very handsome, exceptionally handsome. Coupled with his current appearance in white robes and wielding a long sword, he could easily charm countless young women. But there are no young women here…
“Who are you? State your name! Your Grandpa Shentu doesn’t kill nameless men!” “Enough nonsense, prepare to die!” After saying this, Ling Yunzhi charged forward with his sword, aiming straight for Shentu Diao’s chest. Shentu Diao parried the sword with his blade, but Ling Yunzhi retreated and twisted his sword tip, thrusting towards Ling Yunzhi’s face. After several rounds, Shentu Diao hadn’t gained the upper hand and was nearly killed by Ling Yunzhi’s sword. He shouted, “Attack together!”
“Boy! Die!” Shentu Quan thrust his steel spear, the tip piercing the air towards Ling Yunzhi’s head. Ling Yunzhi shifted his footwork, dodging the spear and slashing down a bandit beside him. With a flick of his sword and a thrust of the blade, Shentu Diao was forced to raise his sword to defend himself. However, no one in the midst of the fierce battle noticed that a figure in black robes had already arrived beside them.
The Breath-Severing Thrust! Shen Tu Quan twirled his steel spear and thrust it out with a sudden, sharp twist, the tip like a drill, cutting through the air as its name suggested, aiming straight for Ling Yunzhi's heart.
But at that moment, a dark hand grabbed the spear shaft and pulled it back. Before Shen Tu Quan could react, a knee struck him in the stomach. The 300-pound man flew several meters, blood gushing from his mouth and flowing five steps away, already dead. "Second Brother!" Shen Tu Diao roared at Sha Yi, his eyes blazing with fury. "Sha Yi! I'll kill you!!"
Enraged, he swung his sword down at Sha Yi's head with both hands. Sha Yi didn't dodge or evade, smashing the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand with a punch, shattering Shen Tu Diao's head. Before the fragments of the ghost-headed broadsword even hit the ground, Shen Tu Diao's head shattered into pieces like a broken watermelon. Even in death, he never saw what was beneath Sha Yi's ghost-faced mask. What he had thought before was just a joke.
With a single chop, Sha Yi severed the neck of a bandit. Before his companions could react, he killed another. Only then did a few of the bolder bandits lunge at Sha Yi, but they were all quickly killed. The black-robed figure vanished like a death knell, leaving behind a dozen bandits who disappeared forever. Terrified, the bandits fled down the mountain, but Sha Yi was faster, a blur of motion as he chased and killed them.
"No need to chase," Ling Yunzhi called after Sha Yi, asking, "Where are the other two?"
Sha Yi didn't answer, only looking up in the direction of the mountain stronghold. Ling Yunzhi continued, "Have they finished?"
Finished... They... So it was all his doing!
Chapter Six, The Sunrise on Qinghu Island.
In a carriage, a black-robed figure drove the horse, pulling the carriage box behind.
Sitting in the carriage, Li Qing'er looked weakly at the couple embracing in front of her, feeling a wave of despair wash over her… Yes, these two were Ling Yunzhi and Mo Sixia. When they were rescued from the bandits' den, Ling Yunzhi confessed his feelings to Mo Sixia, and she actually accepted! Hence, the scene before her.
Mo Sixia sat nestled in Ling Yunzhi's lap like a little bird. Li Qing'er thought to herself, "Big sister, pshaw, little sister, you're supposed to be a heroine! How can you act like a bride-to-be!"
Okay, this guy's a bit crazy. Li Qing'er sorted out her thoughts and understood Ling Yunzhi's plan. Mo Sixia had also been tortured by the bandits, and just when she was in despair, Ling Yunzhi appeared and rescued her. Combined with the trauma of her previous imprisonment and her past feelings for Ling Yunzhi, this allowed him to completely 'conquer' Mo Sixia.
(Skip the lovey-dovey scene! Skip the travel time!) Anyway, Ling Yunzhi brought the three women back to Qinghu Island.
"Yunzhi, am I really...beautiful?" Mo Sixia asked shyly to Ling Yunzhi, her head bowed. She was dressed in a red gown, cold and alluring, her long black hair cascading down like a waterfall. The red dress was embroidered with gold patterns, luxurious and elegant, like fireworks blooming in the sky. Golden ropes bound her hands together behind her back, the gold threads perfectly outlining her figure. Ling Yunzhi was stunned, quickly supporting Mo Sixia's shoulders, his gaze burning as he said, "It's decided! This will definitely be your wedding dress when we get married!"
Mo Sixia let out a soft moan and nestled into Ling Yunzhi's arms, feeling his pounding heartbeat. Her pretty face flushed red, too shy to lift. Ling Yunzhi, holding her soft, warm body, couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart. He hugged her tightly, completely disregarding the two people beside them. "
What is this all about..." Li Qing'er thought to herself, wondering what Sha Yi was thinking. This outfit was designed by Li Qing'er and Mo Sixia after a long time. After arriving at Qinghu Island, Ling Yunzhi observed that Mo Sixia wasn't particularly averse to the rope restraints; in fact, the torture aroused her masochistic desires. So, Ling Yunzhi incorporated ropes into the wedding dress, even though they weren't getting married yet.
If they weren't getting married, what would be the point of writing a book about it?
"Uh… I'm sorry you had to see this," Ling Yunzhi said to the two women behind him.
"Uh… you know how to be embarrassed? I thought your skin was thicker than a city wall…" Li Qing'er retorted.
"The color is too conspicuous, easy to spot; the top is too narrow, hard to hide things; the skirt is too long, easy to get stepped on…" "Wait, you don't need to comment," Ling Yunzhi interrupted, cutting off any further comment. Was this dress meant to kill someone?!
"Shall we begin?" Ling Yunzhi asked Li Qing'er in a low voice. Li Qing'er replied, "Yes!"
"Hey, you guys are going to... Ah!" Li Qing'er pulled back the blanket and wrapped Mo Sixia inside, then tied Mo Sixia inside with the blanket. "Hey, hey, hey! What is Qing'er doing... And you! Take off my shoes... Ah, no, don't tickle me."
Ling Yunzhi took off Mo Sixia's shoes and ran his fingers along her white socks. What girl isn't ticklish? A gentle tickling sensation stimulated Mo Sixia's mind. Ling Yunzhi chuckled and flicked his fingers faster, maintaining a ticklish feeling without making her laugh. The massage-like comfort on her soles undoubtedly made Mo Sixia feel lightheaded. Just as Mo Sixia was enjoying herself for a while, Ling Yunzhi quietly took off Mo Sixia's white socks, channeling his internal energy into his fingertips, and rubbed the soles of Mo Sixia's feet. "Ah haha
... It itches so much… When Mo Sixia woke up, she found herself in a cage. The cage wasn't too big or too small; she couldn't stand up and could only sit inside. Her wrists were shackled, and if she sat down, her thighs would be hoisted above her head. Just then, a warm breeze blew by, and Mo Sixia was shocked to find that she wasn't wearing any clothes! Looking around, Ling Yunzhi was distracted, thinking it must be Li Qing'er's prank. Uh, look below, this is a pool of water! "Sister, Sixia is awake!" Sure enough, Li Qing'er's voice rang out. Li Qing'er, dressed in a green robe, held a large brush in her hand. Mo Sixia immediately had a bad feeling and squatted down, asking, "Qing, Qing'er? What are you going to do?" Li Qing'er replied, "Give you a bath." Before Mo Sixia could answer, the cage descended into the water. She quickly closed her eyes and held her breath, and was quickly pulled out of the water. At the same time, Li Qing'er put the brush into the cage and washed Mo Sixia's body. "Hahaha, Qing'er, no hahaha, don't brush hahaha!!" The cage sank into the water again. Luckily, it wasn't being brushed this time, otherwise Mo Sixia would have choked on the water. Then it was pulled out again. "Hahaha, leave a way out for yourself hahaha, so we can meet again in the future hahaha." "Hahaha, Li Qing'er hahaha, spare me hahaha, I'm warning you hahaha, cough cough ah ah!" A mouthful of water choked her throat. She went back into the water and didn't have time to hold her breath. The cage stopped in the water with only Mo Sixia's nose and above above the water. The brush cleaned Mo Sixia's body in the water. Mo Sixia would choke on the water if she moved her head even slightly, but her size forced her to twist violently. First her abdomen, then her ribs, and then her ticklish armpits, brushed over a dozen times. The sensitive nipples were pricked by the bristles, sending electric shocks through Mo Sixia's body. Before she could even process it, she choked on a mouthful of water. Next, her back was brushed, followed by her legs, thighs, and the backs of her knees. Mo Sixia was somewhat relieved that Li Qing'er hadn't gone so far as to brush her private parts. There were even small fish sucking on the soles of her feet, a sensation even more intense than fingers or a brush. "Hahahaha, Qing'er, hahahaha, sister, hahahaha, spare me, hahahaha, I hahahahaha!" "Hahahaha, help me, hahahaha, cough!" Half an hour later, Mo Sixia was finally pulled ashore. The perpetrators of the whole thing, Sha Yi and Li Qing'er, were completely oblivious. What did Sha Yi do? She was, of course, controlling the cage's ascent and descent. After being released, Mo Sixia was taken back to the house by Li Qing'er to rest. The sun was high in the sky; what rest? Try being tickled for that long! Things change, and Mo Sixia's revenge plan finally began. "Hahahaha, this is too much ! Haha ... "Quiet down~~" "Waaaaah. Waaaaah..." It wasn't until three hours later that Ling Yunzhi discovered Li Qing'er, her face deathly pale and eyes glazed, half-dead and locked in a wooden tub... Chapter Seven, Sword and Rope Art. After arriving at Qinghu Island, Mo Sixia's life became 'peaceful'. The biggest threat was only Li Qing'er's 'playfulness'. Besides that, they often sparred with Ling Yunzhi. The punishment for losing was... hehe. Today, Mo Sixia sparred with Ling Yunzhi, using wooden swords. "Sister Sha Yi, who do you think will win?" The two were evenly matched, and Li Qing'er couldn't tell who had the upper hand. Mo Sixia? Her sword hadn't even touched Ling Yunzhi. Ling Yunzhi? He was being suppressed the whole time. "If we don't consider stamina, the chances are fifty-fifty, but can Mo Sixia's stamina hold up? If not, Ling Yunzhi will probably win because Mo Sixia is too weak." Sha Yi analyzed the battle. Mo Sixia's sword thrusts often involved two or three variations, and Ling Yunzhi could only discern her intentions when she was right in front of him. Therefore, he couldn't press her attack relentlessly. However, thanks to his superior swordsmanship, Ling Yunzhi was able to block her thrusts, ultimately leading to this stalemate. Mo Sixia's sword flashed like raindrops, sometimes parrying, sometimes slashing, sometimes circling. Ling Yunzhi always managed to either dodge or block or deflect the attacks the instant they struck him.

Just as Sha Yi had said, Mo Sixia's swordplay, though strange, was extremely taxing on her stamina and energy. After a quarter of an hour, Mo Sixia felt her vision blur and her hands felt as heavy as lead. Her sword tip veered, and Ling Yunzhi found an opening, tapping her wrist with his sword tip and knocking the wooden sword from her hand. Ling Yunzhi chuckled, picked up Mo Sixia, and carried her off the dueling platform.
"Master, your victory wasn't honorable," Sha Yi said.
Ling Yunzhi remained silent, placing Mo Sixia on a chair and sitting down to rest.
"If I'm not mistaken, this swordplay utilizes rapid arm movements over a short distance to generate power, allowing for multiple simultaneous thrusts, is that right?" Sha Yi asked Mo Sixia.
Mo Sixia was startled and replied, "Yes." "
By mastering the power, you can retract your force at the moment of impact and change direction to strike again, attacking different points to make it feel like two or more swords are thrusting at you simultaneously, right?"
Mo Sixia said helplessly, "Yes."
"It shouldn't just be your hands; you can also use special footwork to move quickly around the enemy, making it impossible for them to figure out which side you're on, right?"
"Ahhh!" Mo Sixia was about to collapse, covering her head and standing up to complain, "Sister Sha Yi, how do you know so much about my martial arts?! Do you know my master?!" "
No. Or rather, I forgot." Sha Yi looked at Mo Sixia's face, which was full of black lines, and said, "I only said this because I understood your fighting style. Is there a problem?"
Okay, Mo Sixia was a little dizzy. Sha Yi turned to Ling Yunzhi and said, "Master, in terms of swordsmanship, you are stronger than her, but only by a limited margin. In terms of sword techniques, she is much stronger than you." "
Then what should I do?"
"Fight me. All three of you together." Sha Yi said, walking to the dueling platform. He stood there blankly for an hour before the three below came up. As for the reason, Mo Sixia probably needed to recover her strength to its best condition. Anyway, Sha Yi wasn't in a hurry, and she almost fell asleep standing on the dueling platform.
In less than a quarter of an hour, three of the four on the platform collapsed. Sha Yi, dressed in a black robe, stood beside the three with his left hand behind his back and his right hand in a hand-blade shape. His face was covered by a mask, so his expression could not be seen. His clothes... were already disheveled.
"Is she really that strong?!" Mo Sixia clutched her chest, trying to get up. In the previous battle, it was indeed the three of them ganging up on Sha Yi. Initially, they surrounded Sha Yi, and then all three thrust their swords forward simultaneously. But at that moment, Sha Yi swayed her feet and dodged all three swords at once. Then, she slashed at Ling Yunzhi and Mo Sixia with her right hand, forcing them back. Li Qing'er, behind her, also retreated a few steps, and the situation returned to the three of them surrounding Sha Yi.
Sha Yi didn't break through their encirclement, letting them surround her, but she always managed to dodge with her mysterious footwork, even using her opponents to defend herself. Sha Yi slashed at the three of them with her left hand behind her back and her right hand in a chopstick shape, and then... the three of them fell to the ground.
"She didn't use her full strength. Remember the last time at the bandit's den?" Li Qing'er, who was also lying on the ground, said.
"Calm down." Ling Yunzhi, lying face down next to Mo Sixia, said this and received glares from the two women.
Sha Yi had indeed held back; otherwise, she could have shattered their skulls with a chop, or they would have been dead in the first round.
Hearing the whispers of the three below, Sha Yi said, "Master, and the two young ladies, have you ever heard a saying?"
"How would we know that saying if you don't tell us?"
Sha Yi said, "If you don't reach a certain level, everything is nonsense. If you reach a certain level, everything is nonsense."
That evening
, Ling Yunzhi tied the last knot and said to Mo Sixia, "If I tie the rope like this, your hands won't be able to move. So what will you do?"
Mo Sixia crossed her slender wrists behind her waist, and after being bound, she pressed the rope against her lower back and wrapped it around her waist twice and tied a knot. Mo Sixia fumbled for a while, but her fingers couldn't reach the knot. After struggling a few times, she found that the rope wasn't as hard as hemp rope, but had some elasticity. Just as she managed to break free a little, she was pressed back by the rope's resilience. This situation was far more physically demanding than usual struggles, and after a few tries, Mo Sixia felt her arms were sore and she couldn't break free anymore.
"This is a binding method I learned in a place called Dongying Island. Actually, this isn't the complete version," Ling Yunzhi said, picking up another rope and passing it over Mo Sixia's shoulders, around her breasts, pulling it downwards forcefully. He then tightly wrapped the rope around her cleavage, bringing it as close together as possible and tying it into a knot. The entire rope formed a beautiful and alluring horizontal "8" shape on her high breasts. Her breasts looked as if they were being squeezed out. Then, he connected her wrists and tied a knot behind her back. The originally elastic rope tightened, making it difficult for Mo Sixia to breathe. Seeing that Ling Yunzhi had picked up another rope, she pleaded with him, "Look how tied I am, please don't tie me up anymore."
"No, you might still be able to break free like this," Ling Yunzhi grabbed Mo Sixia's arms and twisted them backwards.
"Ah! No, don't hurt me anymore, ah..." The rope wrapped around Mo Sixia's elbows, and even though she was quite flexible, it felt like it was being torn apart. Once the knot was tied around Mo Sixia's arms, she couldn't move them. The tight rope forced her to forcefully lift her head and chest to relieve the pressure.
Her helpless twisting made Mo Sixia even more alluring. Her pale red dress seemed to bloom like flames. Her arms were bound behind her back, and her shy and charming appearance excited not only Ling Yunzhi but even Li Qing'er.
"So, so beautiful!" Li Qing'er stared at Mo Sixia for a moment, her face slightly flushed.
She imagined herself falling into the hands of thieves, bound and led by ropes, her back twisted behind her and tightly bound with hemp ropes, her dirty hands reaching for her erect breasts... She struggled desperately but couldn't escape even a little. It turned out that her legs were also folded and tightly bound. He stuffed his underwear into her mouth...
"Ah~~" Li Qing'er, who was daydreaming, snapped back to reality. "Ling Yunzhi!!! What are you doing, waaaaah! Waaaaah!"
"Hehe, someone was really eyeing it just now!" Ling Yunzhi pulled off Mo Sixia's socks and stuffed them into Li Qing'er's mouth. Li Qing'er wanted to resist, but while she was daydreaming, Ling Yunzhi had already put his hands behind his back and put on a pair of handcuffs, and they were even made of clay with no gap between the wrists. She was naturally no match for Ling Yunzhi's strength, so she couldn't stop the socks from being stuffed into her mouth. Then Ling Yunzhi picked up a rope and tied Li Qing'er up as well, pulled off her socks, and tied her feet to the rope connected to her arms. Then he took out a porcelain bottle and, under Li Qing'er's terrified expression, grabbed her ankles and used cotton swabs to slowly smear the substance on the soles of her feet.
A beautiful woman in a green dress, bound like a four-horse chariot, has been created!
"Let's begin," Ling Yunzhi said somewhat ambiguously in Mo Sixia's ear. Mo Sixia hummed in agreement, shifting her legs on the bed and wiggling her hips as she moved towards Li Qing'er. To Li Qing'er's puzzled look, she stretched out her jade-like legs and
touched the soles of Li Qing'er's feet with two toes. "Ugh? Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" The two toes touched the soles of Li Qing'er's feet. After the ointment was applied, Li Qing'er's soles became extremely sensitive, feeling like touching icy glass with the slightest touch. At first, it was just an itch, but then Mo Sixia's toes brushed across the soles of her feet, and a tingling, numb itch spread across her soles, penetrating her skin and reaching deep into her bones... Mo Sixia adjusted her lying position and continued to gently touch the soles of Li Qing'er's feet with her toes. The not-too-intense tingling made Li Qing'er feel lightheaded, more comfortable than any massage.
"How was your time, you two?" Ling Yunzhi's voice pulled Li Qing'er back from her reverie. Li Qing'er snapped back to reality from her blissful state and glared at Ling Yunzhi with displeasure. Suddenly, Ling Yunzhi had an idea. "Don't be so unsatisfied," he said. "I'll give you something even more exciting!" He then took out a porcelain bottle, walked to Mo Sixia's side, placed her feet on his lap, and used a cotton swab to apply the medicinal liquid to every inch of her skin.
"Ah, it itches! Oh, do you want it everywhere too? Haha, it itches!" After applying the medicine to the soles, insteps, and between the toes, Ling Yunzhi lifted the hem of Mo Sixia's red skirt and applied the medicine to her inner thighs. The cotton swabs made Mo Sixia giggle repeatedly during the application. Actually, Ling Yunzhi wanted to apply some medicine to Mo Sixia's nipples as well, but then decided against it.
Li Qing'er struggled somewhat, but it went relatively smoothly, since she was already bound tightly. He lifted Li Qing'er's collar and applied the medicine to her neck, shoulders, the backs of her knees, and the insides of her palms.
"Wait, it itches, the soles of my feet... and my legs too..." Mo Sixia felt a slight itch, and rubbing her feet together helped to alleviate it somewhat. A slight itch also spread through her skin to her thighs, and Mo Sixia quickly tightened her thighs to feel a little better.
"That won't do." Ling Yunzhi grabbed Mo Sixia's left foot and pulled it apart. Then, with Mo Sixia screaming, he used a rope to loop around her ankle, folding her calf and thigh together. He did the same to her right leg, and finally tied it to her hands attached to her back, forcing her legs to split apart.
"Alright! I've applied a kind of aphrodisiac to your bodies. It won't cause you much harm, it will just... make you itchy!"
"Ah~~ No. Yes. Wipe it off quickly... It's... It's so itchy..."
"Waaaaah! Waaaaah~~~ Waaaaah!!!"
Ling Yunzhi looked at Mo Sixia, who was trying not to laugh, and Li Qing'er, who had her mouth gagged, and said, "The only way to counteract this drug is to wash it off with water! Otherwise, the longer it's left on, the stronger the drug's effect will become, lasting for two hours. Alright, now it's your time to save yourselves! I'll leave you handcuffs, keys, and a razor blade... Where should I put them?"
Ling Yunzhi walked around thoughtfully for a couple of minutes, then folded a black veil and blindfolded Mo Sixia. He then put the key into a small soft ball and stuffed the ball into Mo Sixia's mouth.
"Hahahaha, you blindfolded me, hahahaha, why are you doing this, hahahaha, waaaaah, waaaah!"
"Waaaah! Waaaaah! Waaaaah! @……#%……#%……!"
After blindfolding Li Qing'er, Ling Yunzhi wrapped the not-so-sharp blade several times with cotton cloth, then put it in a small bag filled with fluff and sponge, placed it in Li Qing'er's palm, and wrapped it around Li Qing'er's hands.
"Well then, goodbye!" Listening to the melodious moans, Ling Yunzhi led Sha Yi out of the small house.
Chapter 8, The Pretend Play Becomes Real
"Really, really too much..."
"Exactly!"
"I didn't expect it to take so long... hehe." Ling Yunzhi apologized to the two beauties with a smile. Because of some matters concerning the sect in the martial arts world, he had to intervene, and it really took him two days. The two women, bound in the bedroom, were kept under the influence of the medicinal liquid for two full hours, and then, because no one untied them, they were tightly bound for two days...
After the ropes were removed, their limbs were sore and numb that they couldn't move, so Sha Yi had to carry them to the hot spring to soak for a long time before they could come up for dinner. Actually, Ling Yunzhi wanted to go down and soak with them, but he thought better of it.
This time brought their games to a standstill for almost a week, and Ling Yunzhi also used this time to handle sect affairs. Once the seeds of desire are planted, they are hard to eradicate, and Mo Sixia and Li Qing'er were no exception. Although their experience a week ago was ecstatic, it left Mo Sixia and Li Qing'er with lingering memories, and their freedom of movement made them feel empty.
Mo Sixia and Li Qing'er also tied each other up and teased each other, but unfortunately neither of them had studied the binding methods and the other always managed to break free from the ropes. In addition, since they were both women, it wasn't very exciting. Before long, they took the initiative to find Ling Yunzhi, and finally, at Ling Yunzhi's suggestion, they decided to play a multi-person rope bondage role-playing game.
Almost all the rope bondage enthusiasts in Ling Yunzhi's circle of friends will participate in this big interactive event. According to the script, Li Qing'er plays a chivalrous heroine who punishes evil and promotes good, while Mo Sixia is a female demon. She uses insidious schemes to drug the heroine and take her back to her cave, where she is tortured in every way. In the end, she is rescued by righteous people, but the heroine has already fallen into depravity and has tied another heroine back to the demon's cave... This heroine is played by a female enthusiast. In the end, the demon's cave is breached, and the angry people unleash their fury on her, inflicting every imaginable torture on her. At the same time,
they hope to use "training" to bring back the two heroines who have been ruined... It will take at least two weeks for all the enthusiasts to come. No one will wait for them to come. In three days, Ling Yunzhi will take the two women to the private location for this performance and start this "theater" with the others who have already arrived. While performing, they will wait for those who have not yet come. It is agreed beforehand that there must be no rape, and it cannot be too bloody to cause permanent damage or be too disgusting. Otherwise… close the door, and Kill One will take care of it.
Kill One will act as a monitor throughout the entire place, rushing up to kill anyone who violates the above three rules. Originally, Kill One would be perfect for the role of the female demon, but if Kill One joins in, it would be too unromantic.
However… no one knows that there is an extra director.
During the three days, Mo Sixia practiced the binding techniques taught by Ling Yunzhi on Li Qing'er. It has to be said that the binding techniques in this small island of Japan are indeed magical. Now Mo Sixia can bully the 'cocoon' tied to the bed to her heart's content. Unfortunately, she did not notice the dark shadow behind her…
"Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!"
Li Qing'er's voice was translated into whimpering sounds by the gag. There was silence in her ears, and she felt cotton stuffed in her ears. She wondered if the role-playing game had started ahead of schedule? Mo Sixia had knocked her unconscious and gagged her without warning, blindfolding her. Seven iron shackles bound her neck, shoulders, wrists, waist, thighs, knees, and ankles. The chains on either side of the shackles were pulled apart, possibly connecting to joints on the ground, but Li Qing'er couldn't see exactly where they were locked. The ground was cold, just like a cave from a script.
She didn't know she wasn't the only one helplessly bound here. Mo Sixia lay beside her in an iron frame, secured with several small locks. Iron bars bound Mo Sixia so tightly she couldn't even move a toe.
They were blind and deaf, feeling only their own space. Therefore, they didn't know that a tenth of the female disciples of Qinghu Island had disappeared in a single day. This stone chamber was astonishingly large!
Dozens of women imprisoned inside only occupied a small portion of it, each confined to a space only slightly larger than themselves, unable to move, deprived of sight, hearing, and the ability to speak. They were unaware of each other's existence and didn't see that there were no doors around the stone chamber.
Li Qing'er struggled for a while, exhausted, but the restraints showed no sign of loosening. Only then did she realize how cold it was. Her mouth was gagged, her nose was affected, and the ropes binding her chest made it impossible for her to breathe deeply. After a while, Mo Sixia also woke up, her thoughts almost identical to Li Qing'er's. "This was Ling Yunzhi's doing, wasn't it? He tied me up before telling me, but this doesn't fit the plot!" she thought. "Where's Li Qing'er?"
Mo Sixia struggled a few times, but the cold iron showed no mercy, binding her body in excruciating pain. The biting cold prevented her from experiencing the pleasure of complete confinement.
Afterwards, the other women gradually awoke, their bodies bound and unable to move, unable to sense each other's presence. Fear spread through the airtight stone chamber. About half a day after Li Qing'er woke up, the door to the stone chamber opened, and dozens more of her sisters were imprisoned inside.
Nearly a hundred women were imprisoned here. This was the second day; the number of female disciples on Qinghu Island had decreased by another twenty percent.
When everyone was awake, about a dozen young girls entered the stone chamber. They were almost naked, wearing only long black stockings that reached their thighs. Each girl carried an incense burner, which she gently placed on the ground before leaving the chamber. The burners were evenly distributed among the women. The smoke from the incense burners was colorless and odorless, but the women unknowingly inhaled it, their skin turning slightly pink. They writhed aimlessly, seemingly unaffected by exhaustion or the chafing from their restraints. It was an aphrodisiac!
On the third day, the number of women brought in was the sum of the previous two days. This time, upon waking, they directly inhaled an aphrodisiac, arousing endless lust. However, the drug in the mist somehow suppressed their orgasms. Their souls, helplessly struggling in lust, could never be liberated. The girls wearing only socks returned, this time carrying small bottles. They approached the bound women and dripped a drop onto their genitals, nipples, and feet. The five drops of blood-like jelly began to wriggle and expand upon contact with the body, sprouting countless tentacles. The cool touch of the tentacles on the feet between the toes made the itch even more intense than on the fingers. The jelly enveloped their small feet, and if a magnifying glass existed in this era, one could see countless soft hairs brushing, turning, and vibrating on their toes.
The jelly on the nipples also began to stretch, covering the entire breast. Countless tiny spikes pierced the skin of the breast, and within them, countless fine hairs scratched the skin, making it just as itchy as the soles of the feet. The nipples were covered with tiny needles that kept pricking and stabbing.
The jelly-like substance in their private parts transformed into tentacles that reached inside, covered in suction cups that reached the most sensitive areas of their genitals, including the urethra and anus. Then, it released something similar to static electricity. Their genitals involuntarily became wet, and just as they were about to lose control and incontinence, the tentacles blocked their urethra, forcing them to hold it back. That damned smoke! It had brought them to the brink of orgasm countless times! And the surrounding cold environment was worse than being doused with cold water.
Yunzhi…save me…
On Qinghu Island,
Ling Yunzhi was extremely troubled by the timing of the female disciples' mass disappearances. Mo Sixia also disappeared on the first day, and even Sha Yi was sent out to investigate, but to his surprise, even Sha Yi had disappeared! Each time a female disciple disappeared, it was at midnight. Ling Yunzhi ordered the remaining female disciples to gather in one place, with many male disciples guarding the area. Finally, they discovered it was poison! And a strange poison at that.
The colorless and odorless poisonous smoke instantly rendered the female disciples unconscious, but the male disciples felt nothing, as if the smoke only affected women. The attackers retreated quickly, resulting in no one being captured. The next day, just as everyone relaxed their vigilance, Ling Yunzhi summoned the elders of Qinghu Island to discuss countermeasures. Then came the news that more female disciples had gone missing!
Because it was daytime, the attackers couldn't completely hide and their tracks were discovered. Ling Yunzhi led his sect's experts to a secluded corner of Qinghu Island, a large open area shaped like a pocket with only one entrance, the other three sides being broken walls. Ling Yunzhi followed and saw that the "attackers" were all girls, carrying them back to their rooms after just waking up, only to be...

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