【Binding Rope】(4)

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Chapter Four: Bingyan's Departure

The next day, when Cheng Yanbing appeared in the town square, she was greeted by a cheering

chorus of tens of thousands of people. The prolonged binding hadn't made her haggard; instead, it had made her even more upright and beautiful. The square was still

packed with people, all eagerly awaiting Cheng Yanbing's arrival. The order of the procession was exactly the same as the day before;

everyone had slept in the square, waiting all night. Words were useless; another day of parading began. Cheng

Yanbing no longer showed a trace of fatigue, even though she had almost reached her physical limits—

blisters on her feet, rope marks all over her body, purplish-black bruises, and a faltering gait. But in her eyes was an unparalleled

determination. She knew that in this life, she no longer belonged to herself. For the woman she loved, for an

unseen hope, she would no longer weep. No matter how distant that hope might be, she would move forward step by step.

For eight hours straight, Cheng Yanbing hadn't rested a moment. She was only fed

some , and although she was so hungry she could barely stand, she ate only a token amount

to sustain her life. Water could be excreted through sweat, but food had only one pathway, and

that pathway was already firmly blocked.

At five o'clock, Cheng Yanbing gave an apologetic look to the crowd who hadn't yet reached the front of the line, and her stomach began its

journey home again.

The forest was in sight. Cheng Yanbing cautiously looked around. The three trashy people hadn't appeared. She

secretly rejoiced and quickened her pace. Just a few more steps and she would be in the forest; once she entered,

she would be safe. But just then, 'whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,' five dark figures suddenly sprang out of the forest and

tackled her to the ground. Ugh! Cheng Yanbing smiled bitterly to herself: "Not only did these people come, but there are two more of them.

It seems another catastrophe awaits me." Everything proceeded as before, but this time, Cheng Yanbing's eyes

no longer revealed panic, but a silent contempt and provocation. "Yes, I can't resist, but what

can do to me? This time, the money is in a box that can only go in, not out. Let's see how you take it."

Everything was as expected. The five thugs discovered that not only could they not satisfy their sexual desires, but they couldn't even

take the money. Their resentment intensified, and they began to torture Cheng Yanbing even more severely. Whips, wooden sticks,

punches, kicks—they used every means possible, seemingly without any mercy.

After several rounds, there wasn't a single unscathed spot on Cheng Yanbing's body. The men still showed no

sign of stopping, and Cheng Yanbing didn't back down at all. For her, the pain had long since disappeared; all that remained was a heart full of hatred.

Powerless to resist, she could only stare wide-eyed at these lawless bastards.

Bingyan watched, her heart aching with indescribable pain, but she wasn't particularly anxious. This was all

a trial by heaven for Cheng Yanbing. Defying the heavens to cultivate was no easy feat; without enduring hardship and endless trials,

how could one comprehend the principles of heaven and earth, how could one see through all things, and ultimately pierce the void to fly into the demon realm? Moreover, Cheng

Yanbing now had the Rope Spirit protecting her; as long as her injuries weren't fatal, they could be repaired, and each repair

would greatly benefit her cultivation level. In other words, these bastards were currently helping her improve

her cultivation . As long as Cheng Yanbing's life wasn't threatened, she wouldn't use her final trump card. Once

she did, only Bingyan knew the consequences.

The violence lasted for nearly an hour. Cheng Yanbing was numb by then, only a pair of

extremely contemptuous eyes remaining. The five thugs were also exhausted. Not only had they failed to achieve their goal, but they also felt a strange fear every time they saw Cheng Yanbing's

cold eyes. Suddenly, one of them said, "Kill

her. This is the middle of nowhere; no one will know if we kill her." The other four exchanged glances and nodded.

They couldn't stand that cold and contemptuous gaze, and besides, this woman was shrouded in too much mystery;

it was better to end it all. After reaching an agreement, the strongest of the five grabbed Cheng Yanbing by

the neck, while the others held down her body and legs. Suffocating, completely powerless to resist, the man's

hands were like a steel rod, completely locking Cheng Yanbing's throat. Death silently and instantly

came to her side. Cheng Yanbing was in despair; she knew that Bingyan was powerless to help her at this moment. In truth,

after Cheng Yanbing began her cultivation, she had already taken death in stride. Her only regret was leaving this world before she had

the ability to help her beloved woman break free from her bonds.

"My dearest Bingyan, please forgive my incompetence. This is the last time I will call out to you like this in this life.

I don't know if my body after death can still provide you with a barrier. If not, I hope you can find

a new host as soon as possible. I will bless you in the underworld. Farewell, my dearest Bingyan, I really can't bear to part with you."

Cheng Yanbing had lost consciousness. In a daze, she felt an illusory version of herself drifting away from her body. She

saw Bingyan, saw Bingyan completely free of her bonds, standing beside the big tree that had once bound her, waving to her.

She ran and ran, but she was getting further and further away from Bingyan. She wanted to call out to Bingyan, but found herself powerless to make

a sound. Bingyan became more and more blurred, farther and farther away from her. The illusion gradually disappeared, and life

gradually slipped away from her. She desperately called out Bingyan's name in her heart, wanting to apologize. She could no longer

help Bingyan break free from her bonds; she didn't want to see Bingyan alone, drifting between heaven and earth, helpless and alone,

ultimately turning to dust and disappearing without a trace. "Farewell, Bingyan, I love you," Cheng Yanbing

murmured in her heart in her final moments.

The wind rose, thunder roared, and rain fell; even the heavens seemed unable to bear it any longer, shedding sorrowful tears. "My dear,

you will not die. I will use my life to exchange for your continued life. I led you down a path of no return, and

now I must leave before you," Bingyan cried. For tens of thousands of years, she had never known that demons could shed

tears , but now, real tears streamed down her face. Bingyan began to shatter her

primordial spirit. Only by breaking her primordial spirit could she instantly regain her magic power; of course, without her primordial spirit, she would cease to exist

. But Bingyan couldn't care less about that now. For Cheng Yanbing—no, for Cheng Feng—Bingyan

was willing to give up everything, even her own life. Her primordial spirit shattered instantly, then coalesced into a long rope outside Cheng Yanbing's body.

A boundless immortal-binding rope. In an instant, the five thugs were torn to shreds by the rope, turning into a pool of blood and mud

that was washed away by the torrential rain. The rope then returned to Cheng Yanbing's body, like a small snake, gently

coiling from her head to her feet, and then back to her face. This wasn't just a rope; it was

Bingyan's final declaration of love to Cheng Yanbing—she truly couldn't bear to leave her! This was a

destiny cultivated over tens of thousands of years, obtained so easily, yet vanishing so swiftly. Fate is cruel, fate is cruel indeed!

Just one glance at you in the crowd,

and I could never forget your face.

I dream of one day seeing 　　you again by chance

. From then on, I began to miss you alone. When I think of you, you are at the ends of the earth; 　　when I think of you, you are before my eyes; 　　when I think of you, you are in my mind; 　　when I think of you, you are in my heart. 　　I'd rather believe we had a promise in our past lives, 　　that our love story in this life will never change . I'd rather spend 　　this lifetime waiting for you to discover that I've always been 　　by your side , 　　never far away 　　. Bingyan could no longer support her spirit. She slowly transformed back into the beautiful Bingyan, and then began . 　　Cheng Yanbing woke up. She saw Bingyan weakly clinging to her. Although she didn't know what had happened, she knew there were only two possibilities: one, she had died, and she and Bingyan had met again in the underworld; two Bingyan had appeared in time to save her. Neither possibility mattered; as long as she could be with Bingyan, nothing else mattered. Slowly, she noticed Bingyan's body becoming transparent, then crumbling . She didn't know what was happening, but she knew something terrible must have occurred. She felt Bingyan drifting further and further away from her. 　　"Ahhh... Ahhh..." She suddenly realized she could no longer communicate with Bingyan through her spiritual sense. She felt that after this brief reunion, she would lose Bingyan forever. Powerless to change the situation, she could only scream incessantly. 　　Bingyan opened her eyes, looking at Cheng Yanbing with infinite sorrow yet a gentle smile, and said tenderly. "I'm sorry, I led you down a path of no return in cultivation, but I can no longer accompany you. You must alone. I really don't want to go, but my primordial spirit is shattered. But as long as I can save you, it's all worth it. It's truly a pity that I can't accompany you any further. Meeting you is the happiest thing in my tens of thousands of years. I'm content to have spent these days with you. Remember, you must persevere. Although my primordial spirit is shattered, a trace of my essence remains in the Demon Realm. I have left a mark on your body. If one day, if you can shatter the void, your spirit-binding body will resonate with me, and we will meet again. I have imprinted all the cultivation methods into your mind. From now on, you only need to cultivate according to these methods, and one day, we will meet again." Bingyan's body became increasingly blurry, slowly, slowly disappearing into the heavy rain. 　　"Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh!" Cheng Yanbing roared to the sky, her face streaked with tears. The words in her mouth prevented her from uttering anything other than "Ah!" But the pain in her heart, like a thousand arrows piercing her soul, filled the thought of destroying the world. The rain poured down, thunder roared, and Cheng Yanbing cried out in her heart to Bingyan, "Why did you come out to save me? If I died, perhaps you could find another host in a hundred or a thousand years, but How can I be alone? You're too cruel! Come back! I really can't live without you. The long road ahead, perhaps a hundred or a thousand years of cultivation, how can I face it?" Cheng Yanbing kept calling out to Bingyan in her heart, but all she could utter were monotonous "ah ah ah" sounds. Now, what she wanted most was to destroy the rope spirit and leave with , but even the bonds binding her were now too strong for her to break. 　　The rain continued to fall, and Cheng Yanbing suddenly felt the rope spirit within her undergoing a dramatic change. Its color changed from deep red to orange , then gradually deepened, and finally from orange to yellow, the color continuing to deepen until it slowly stopped. Extreme sorrow actually made... Cheng Yanbing's cultivation level suddenly increased by two realms. Her rope spirit had turned a deep yellow, seemingly only a step away from green. Cheng Yanbing wasn't excited by this significant advancement. In her heart, as long as Bingyan was by her side, she was willing to remain insignificant for the rest of her life, even if it meant being a woman forever, just to protect Bingyan forever. 　　The heavy rain gradually stopped, but the pain in Cheng Yanbing's heart would accompany her for centuries to come. 　　Dawn broke, and a seven-colored rainbow appeared at the edge of Cheng Yanbing's vision. She stared blankly at it; it was the goal she would strive for. When her rope spirit, after being baptized by two seven-colored rainbows, finally returned to colorless and transparent, she might be able to see Bingyan again. 　　In her heart, Cheng Yanbing cried out, "Bingyan, wait for me, I'll come back for you!" Inspired by the seven-colored rainbow, Cheng Yanbing erased her heartache and embarked alone on this path of no return. The future was uncertain, everything unknown , but her belief was unwavering. For Bingyan, for this love bestowed upon her by heaven , she would endure any hardship alone, just to one day shatter the void, enter the Demon Realm, and see . 　　Cheng Yanbing stood once more in the center of the town square, continuing her mission. Her appearance remained unchanged, but her aura had completely transformed. She was like a fairy from beyond the heavens, radiating holy light. She had come to earth solely to save all living beings. Although her work was lowly, and her attitude incredibly humble, no one dared to underestimate her. Everyone held her in reverence , leading her around and around. 　　Time passed slowly, and finally, the last day arrived. After today, her chest would contain over ten thousand coins. In two more hours, her trial would end, but what would become of her afterward? Cheng Yanbing felt a surge of excitement, but mostly a sense of uncertainty about the future. 　　"Hello! My name is Li Gang. I've been waiting here for several days. Today, I mainly want to discuss a deal with you. Time is short, so I'll get straight to the point. I come from a mysterious organization, and we mainly want..."

"The world's top billionaires provide female slaves, and our mission is to train slaves of various levels. We learned about you from

the internet , and after these past few days of understanding, I believe you absolutely have the potential to become

the top-tier slave we can provide. Don't misunderstand the word 'slave.' A so-called slave is someone who has undergone our

rigorous training, and we will provide a large sum of money for those who pass the training. As for the employers

, we have strict agreements with them, stipulating what can and cannot be done. So joining us

is definitely an opportunity for you. We will provide you with a huge sum of money, the amount of which depends on

how many . Your minimum is ten million US dollars a year. If you can pass all the training, this

number will be even more, possibly doubling or even tenfold. It all depends on your own ability. If you

wish to join our organization, remember this is my phone number. Contact me, and I will explain to you in detail

the origin and background of our organization, the training you will undergo, and the kind of service you will be providing."

A stranger, a man about 1.75 meters tall with a mustache,

spoke to Cheng Yanbing in just five minutes.

"Ahhh...ahhh," Cheng Yanbing nodded gracefully to the man, hummed

a few times , and continued walking with the next person in line. The man was left standing aside, staring at the

woman who was almost a head taller than her, muttering to himself, "A beauty, an absolute beauty. This woman should only exist in heaven. I don't know

why she's on earth. She might be the best slave our organization has ever had."

A hard-earned ten thousand yuan! After being freed from her restraints, Cheng Yanbing looked at the scattered ten thousand yuan, her

heart filled with many emotions. A mere ten thousand yuan, and Bingyan had died for it.

Although who knew when that would be? Cheng Yanbing wrapped the ten thousand yuan in silk cloth and hid it on her person,

secretly vowing, "No matter what happens in the future, I will never use it." This ten thousand yuan was as important to Cheng Yanbing as Bingyan

herself ; it was practically Bingyan's embodiment. Money may be mundane, but without it,

nothing is possible. What should she do next? Cheng Yanbing was filled with confusion.

She remembered the phone call the man had given her earlier. This might be a good opportunity; not only could she

earn a considerable income, but she could also use the opportunity to train her body. There were professional institutions providing professional training, much better

than her struggling alone. As for the corresponding responsibilities—a life of slavery—Cheng Yanbing

... She didn't particularly care; after all, she had never considered this body as her own, merely a

tool for cultivation. As for the potential humiliation of becoming a slave, she didn't dwell on it. Her

cultivation inherently involved enduring various forms of torment, both physical and mental.

Cheng Yanbing answered the man's call, arranging to meet in a presidential suite of a five-star hotel. "This

organization really has money," she thought, "even arranging a meeting in such a high-class place, a five-star presidential suite—I've

never seen anything like it in my life! I'm really looking forward to it!"

The next day, at the appointed time, Cheng Yanbing knocked on the door of the five-star hotel. The man who had spoken to her that day

answered Upon seeing the furnishings, Cheng Yanbing felt a distinct sense of suffocation. She

regretted not having studied Chinese well in her childhood; she simply couldn't find the words to describe the hotel's decor.

"Magnificent and Carved beams and painted rafters" was also somewhat inappropriate. Led by the man, Cheng

Yanbing gave a brief tour of this legendary presidential suite.

The entire suite was divided into a private banquet hall and living area by a screen depicting the Five Relationships in enamel on a sandalwood throne

. The style highlighted the elegance of a Ming and Qing dynasty official's residence: heavy tiger-striped carpets, a dark wood base,

long tables, eight-immortal tables, hidden walls, chaise lounges—everything imaginable was present. In the center of the hall

stood a painting by Wu Daozi from the Tang dynasty. The table held genuine works of art, with two plum vases, supposedly from the Song Dynasty official kiln, placed at either end. Beside the heavy

octagonal table were four rosewood armchairs with floral patterns, all said to be antique huanghuali furniture. Entering the master bedroom,

a large bed with calla lilies and double dragon carvings sat in the center, flanked by two kraft paper lanterns. The light ,

dim but extremely soft, was diffused by the kraft paper. To one side were two sets of huanghuali bookcases carved

with

auspicious symbols of fortune, prosperity, longevity, and happiness; on the other side were two large camphor wood chests, exquisitely carved. Everything displayed a perfect blend of simplicity and luxury. Cheng Yanbing racked her brains and finally summarized a few seemingly scholarly phrases: "Adapting to the shape,

each with its own suitability, preferring antiquity to modernity, preferring simplicity to ingenuity, preferring frugality to vulgarity." This

impressed the man greatly , who praised Cheng Yanbing's inner beauty, never expecting such a modern woman to have

such a deep understanding of Chinese classics.

The man led Cheng Yanbing to a chaise lounge and poured her a cup of tea. Li Gang began to introduce

their organization to Cheng Yanbing.

It was an extremely powerful organization, run by

James that practically controlled the global financial order. Due to the fifth son's special favoritism,

he established this organization specifically to train top-tier queens and female slaves.

Li Gang hoped to train Cheng Yanbing into a top-tier, unique super female slave. The reward

was undeniable ; a starting salary of ten million US dollars would leave anyone speechless, but if Cheng Yanbing could complete all the training,

her annual salary could reach one hundred million US dollars. In Cheng Yanbing's mind, she had never heard of anything exceeding one hundred million, especially

not in US dollars. "My God! What kind of organization is this? How did they accumulate their wealth?" Cheng

Yanbing, filled with curiosity, hurriedly inquired about the kind of training she was to participate in. "This is a training program that

's neither simple nor complex, but no one has ever been able to complete it entirely. Excessive pushing your body beyond its limits could be life-threatening. So I feel I need to warn you," Li Gang said cautiously to Cheng Yanbing. "Let's skip the fluff and get to the point! What kind of training is it?" Cheng Yanbing interrupted Li Gang somewhat rudely, asking anxiously. 　　"Let me give you a brief overview. The entire training is divided into eight stages: 'Hunger,' 'Thirst,' 'Tired,' 'Exhausted,' 'Cold,' 'Heat,' 'Activity,' and 'Stillness.' All of these are designed to adjust your body's functions so that you can unleash its maximum potential. I won't go into the specifics of how it works..."

"I've explained it to you in detail. In short, I still hold the person who designed this system in awe. I don't

understand what kind of person could have used all of human wisdom to create such a system. If you agree,

we can sign the agreement now. The initial payment of ten million US dollars will be deposited into your designated account tomorrow. Starting

tomorrow you will be transported to our training base, and formal training will officially begin in about two weeks

.

" "You've been teasing me, and it's really that simple?" Cheng Yanbing was somewhat dissatisfied with Li Gang's explanation.

"How long will this agreement last? It's not some kind of indenture, is it?" Cheng Yanbing was very concerned about how long she would have to serve

this so-called organization.

"It depends on how long it takes you to complete the training. In principle, the time you need to serve the organization is

five times your training time. That is to say, if you can complete the training in one year, you only need to work for the organization

for five years. However, since you are participating in top-level training, the fastest person to complete all

the levels has taken nearly three years. I need to remind you of this. Of course, if you are willing to continue working after you are free, we would be very happy to do so, and your salary will double again!" Li Gang explained the rules

to Cheng Yanbing in general and kindly reminded her not to think of the training as too simple. 　　"Then if I want to leave before the term expires, is that possible? Don't worry, I'm just curious and want to ask." Cheng Yanbing was a little worried that the existence of the agreement would force her to be restricted in her freedom , thus delaying her cultivation. 　　Li Gang pondered for a moment and said, "It's not impossible, but it requires going through a life-or-death test. Since the organization's inception, only three people have participated in the test, and none have survived. I'm not entirely sure what kind of test it is." 　　Cheng Yanbing was very curious about the so-called life-or-death test, but it was far too early to worry about it. The agreement was fine; she would receive a huge salary and have someone specifically help her improve her cultivation. Why ? Cheng Yanbing decided to sign the agreement. 　　After signing the agreement, Cheng Yanbing went to the presidential suite again early the next morning, ready to depart. 　　Before leaving, she naturally dressed up as usual. Cheng Yanbing changed into her favorite white sleeveless gauze dress and a pair of high-heeled sandals about six or seven centimeters high. Combined with her already nearly two-meter height, her tall figure didn't create the slightest disharmony. Her golden ratio proportions, beautiful face, slender hands, long legs, and full breasts made her so stunning that even the most discerning critic couldn't find fault with her. This even made a famous Japanese rope master, whose height barely reached her chest, drool. He had bound countless women in his life, but he had never seen a woman like this before. His small genitals betrayed his lewd thoughts. Of course, any man would feel this way, especially a Japanese man known for his lewdness! 　　"Do you know Chinese?" Cheng Yanbing asked the Japanese man in a standard rural Chinese accent. "No, I'm here just for you." The Japanese man 's English wasn't very good either. Now Cheng Yanbing felt relieved. She looked tenderly at the extremely emaciated Japanese man, who was standing on tiptoe, preparing to untie her, and then burst into a tirade of curses . (Ten thousand words left here, extremely obscene language, not suitable for children) From a young age, Cheng Yanbing was well-versed in the Japanese invasion of China, and she felt a deep-seated disgust for the Japanese. She used extremely uncooperative methods to deal with the Japanese man's attempts to bind her. This infuriated the Japanese man, who cursed wildly, but his physical disadvantage rendered him completely powerless . Reaching Cheng Yanbing's neck required him to jump, and even when she bent over, she pretended not to listen . Despite his efforts, he couldn't out-stretch her. After half an hour, he still hadn't managed to tie the ropes around Cheng Yanbing's hands. Cheng Yanbing's method was incredibly simple simply raised her hands, looked down at him disdainfully, and said, "If you can reach me, then come at me." The Japanese man was furious, jumping up and down in frustration, and finally had to call Li Gang. 　　Li Gang looked at Cheng Yanbing curiously, seemingly asking what was wrong. Cheng Yanbing smiled and explained , "I don't object to being tied up. Since we signed an agreement and you've fulfilled it by paying me a year's salary, I should cooperate. But don't send such a sleazy guy! Look at his lower body, I'm already being lenient by not damaging it. If there are Japanese clients in the future, that's a different story. At least for now , I extremely dislike him, it's that simple." Li Gang also smiled, "Actually, I don't like him either . He volunteered himself, and I'm happy to see a good show. You're too mean; such nasty words coming from the mouth of such a gentle lady like you are truly unbelievable. How about this, I'll tie you up instead?" 　　"Of course, no problem. I have a good impression of you, so please go easy on me!" Cheng Yanbing smiled, put her hands behind her back, and turned her back to Li Gang, ready to be tied up. 　　"Then I won't be polite. Please squat down a little; you're too tall." Li Gang said with a smile as he grabbed the rope and began to tie her up. 　　First, there was the upper body. The rope used to bind Cheng Yanbing was slightly thicker than fishing line, like thickened tire line used for flying kites. (I don't know exactly why it's called tire line, but I know that thickened tire line is more resilient and stronger than fishing line.) The moment she touched it, the rope dug deep into her flesh. Li Gang used a European-style binding method, but with twice the normal number of turns. First, he brought her elbows together and tightly bound them together with more than a dozen turns. Then, he tied them down, one turn after another, all the way to her hands, finally binding all five fingers together. A thicker yellow rope (this was Cheng Yanbing's request; she wanted it to be the same color as her rope spirit) was pulled up tightly from the upper part of her elbows, wrapped around her neck several times, tied in a figure-eight shape along her chest, then passed through her lower body, hooked back up, and then tied her hands several more times. He then tightly bound her down again finally binding her waist with more than a dozen turns. This way, Cheng Yanbing's arms were subjected to force from two directions. One force connected to her neck; if her upper arms were lowered even slightly downwards, all the way to her sensitive areas; if her arms were raised even slightly, these sensitive areas were rubbed. This binding completely immobilized Cheng Yanbing's arms behind her back, preventing her from moving at all. 　　Next were her legs. There wasn't much technique involved; for aesthetic purposes, they were bound by two...

A fifteen-meter-long rope was crisscrossed and bound together, forming numerous small "forks." The rope

was made of the same extremely thin kite tire cord as the hand bindings, and was also a yellowish-brown color. Cheng Yanbing's legs

were bound back and forth into six small "forks," each with about a dozen bindings at both ends,

including her two big toes, which were also bound into small "forks." Finally, a slightly thicker rope was used

to pull her feet tightly towards her neck and connect them to the rope around her neck, securing them tightly. Several more

ropes were then used to completely bind her legs to Cheng Yanbing's body, with all the rope connection points shaped into

diamonds . This was done for aesthetic reasons, making the already tight bindings even tighter. Cheng Yanbing was completely

bound like a large four-horse, with all her joints specially secured. Because of her

cultivation , her body was extremely flexible, and the pain from bending was negligible. However, because all the binding

ropes were extremely thin, each one cut deep into her flesh, some already drawing blood. Facing the crowd, Cheng Yanbing couldn't use

the rope spirits to repair her body, so she could only silently endure it. This was just transportation, and she was bound

like this ; what would it be like when training began? Cheng Yanbing felt a little uneasy, but mostly

hopeful. The prolonged binding had cultivated a dependence on it in Cheng Yanbing.

The feeling of being restricted and completely unable to move excited her greatly; perhaps this was what was called servility!

Regardless , Cheng Yanbing was currently enjoying this feeling, to the point that she

generally didn't want to use the rope spirits to repair her injuries unless it was a critical moment threatening her bodily functions. This precisely aligned with the fundamental principles of rope spirit cultivation: the greater the damage to

the body , the greater the benefit to cultivation after repair.

"Bound like this, how am I supposed to walk?" Cheng Yanbing said to Li Gang, feigning complaint. "We

don't need . You're our cargo now. I need to pack you up for transport to prevent you from falling apart during transit. Don't

worry, it's not over yet!" Li Gang said to Cheng Yanbing with a wicked grin.

"Do whatever you want! I'm already in the trap anyway." Cheng Yanbing closed her eyes, acting like a dead pig that doesn't fear

boiling water.

Li Gang smiled: "I know, this level of light binding is just a piece of cake for you. Now I

'm going to gag you." Before gagging her, Cheng Yanbing was forced to drink nearly a liter of mineral water.

Li Gang took out a small ball about the size of a thumb, with a thin tube attached to one end. He then took some foam,

wrapped it around the ball, and stuffed it into Cheng Yanbing's mouth, starting to inflate it. The ball was made of some unknown material

; it was initially soft, but as it was inflated, it became harder and harder, eventually stretching Cheng Yanbing's

mouth to its limit, while the surrounding sponge automatically

filled the gap between the ball and her mouth. This not only stretched Cheng Yanbing's mouth to its limit, but also rendered him completely unable to make a sound. Finally, the thin

tube was removed and secured tightly to his mouth with a long rope, which was then tied behind his neck.

Next, his eyes were covered with two small black pieces, then a black rubber

band was tightly wrapped around them several times before being tied behind his head. The elasticity of the rubber caused Cheng Yanbing's head to

throb.

Now, Cheng Yanbing was completely unable to move his body, not even a little finger, and he

couldn't speak, not even a soft hum. His eyes were also completely covered; not only could he not see, but

the elasticity of the rubber made his eyeballs look like they were about to burst.

After the binding was finished, Li Gang said to Cheng Yanbing, "We'll do a little more processing when we get back. You'll be loaded onto

a truck and transported to the seaside, which will take about a day and a night. We're considering the transportation costs.

We won't take the highways; we'll only use remote side roads, so the ride will be very bumpy.

There won't be anything else in the truck, and you won't be put in a box to secure yourself; you'll just be placed in the truck. This

is for humane reasons, to give you maximum freedom. Hehehe!"

"This is completely deliberate, thuggish behavior. Is it so

difficult ? And transportation costs? Taking side roads instead of highways? Do you think this is a bumper car?! And you're not even

secured at all, bound like this, and you still talk to me about freedom. These trash!" Cheng Yanbing cursed inwardly.

After explaining, Li Gang completely wrapped Cheng Yanbing in plastic wrap, leaving only her nostrils open for breathing.

Then he used a hairdryer to carefully blow on her from top to bottom, ensuring that every piece of plastic wrap was completely wrinkled and tightly

adhered to her body. Finally, a packing machine was used to make over a dozen horizontal and vertical marks on Cheng Yanbing, this "cargo," and a fragile label was

affixed before she was thrown into the truck.

She didn't know how much time had passed before the truck started moving. Just as Li Gang had described, the truck lurched

and swayed, Cheng Yanbing rolling from one corner of the truck to another, then being

tossed high into the air and slammed heavily onto the floor. She tumbled back and forth inside the truck. She didn't know exactly how much time had passed outside

, but in her mind, a day and a night should have been well in the past. Sleeping was impossible

. The prolonged binding had left her body completely out of her control. She was hungry, thirsty, and

her lower body was suffering from an extreme need to urinate due to the approximately one liter of water she had been forced to drink. Each time she tried

to let loose, the truck's jolting interrupted her. Because her body was completely sealed, including her genitals which

were tightly sealed with plastic wrap, even without interruption, letting loose wasn't easy.

Thus Cheng Yanbing's body was caught in a contradictory and painful state; she was hungry and thirsty, yet also needed to relieve herself.

Her entire body was tightly bound, and she involuntarily rolled around in the carriage. Everything was completely beyond Cheng

Yanbing's control; she was like a living, conscious object, entirely controlled by others, and

she could only silently endure it.

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