the punishment of God

The continent is primarily divided into two major factions: the righteous and the wicked. The righteous faction, dedicated to protecting all living beings, discourages bloodshed. They position themselves as enforcers, specifically tasked with punishing transgressors across the land. Their representative force is the Divine Punishment Camp, which, as its name suggests, carries out divine retribution upon lawbreakers. The wicked faction, on the other hand, believes in the survival of the fittest, where the strong thrive and the weak perish. They are decisive and ruthless in their pursuit of goals, with the Soul Transference Palace as their prominent representative. Ambitious youths across the continent dream of joining the Divine Punishment Camp, seeing it as an unparalleled honor. The assessment for entry into the Divine Punishment Camp hinges on each individual's capture ability. The tools for capture are mainly divided into two categories: ropes and restraints. These are no ordinary ropes. Each individual crafts their unique binding tool by refining fibers from melted demonic beasts or precious plants, then fusing them with their own bloodline. These ropes respond to the owner's will, binding with supernatural precision. The resilience of the rope is influenced by the owner's bloodline. Of course, the skill of binding is also paramount. Ropes are categorized by quality, from inferior to superior: Substandard, Common, Superior, Divine, and Sacred. Binding techniques vary based on the quality of the binding art cultivated by each individual and their mastery of it. The qualities are sequentially ranked as Tight Bind, Spiritual Bind, Divine Bind, and Sacred Bind. Restraints come in many classifications, depending on the materials used, which requires mastery of artifact forging. The quality distinctions are similar to those of ropes; corresponding quality restraints require materials and forging techniques of equivalent quality. Common examples include handcuffs, shackles, and wooden yokes. Ropes are relatively widespread, but restraints are exceedingly rare due to the scarcity of materials and forging expertise. Her first realization was that her mouth was gagged by the very stocking she had just worn on her feet, now soiled with mud. It was tied behind her head, rendering her unable to escape by mouth, forcing her to endure the nauseating, mingled stench from the stocking, a torment that left her on the verge of vomiting but unable to release it. Instinctively, she tried to remove the stocking with her hands, only to discover her current predicament. Completely naked, her hands, which had been cuffed behind her back, were now brought forward and, along with her neck, were secured within a heavy wooden yoke. The Xuan iron handcuffs still bound her wrists, preventing her from breaking free from the yoke's restraint. Her delicate, small feet were directly submerged in the muddy water, a distinct sticky sensation causing her feet immense discomfort. The Xuan iron handcuffs remained on them, and an additional iron chain was locked to her left ankle, tethered to a heavy iron ball. Glancing at her surroundings, she confirmed her horrifying suspicion: she was imprisoned in her own family's underground dungeon, treated as a slave. "Mmmph... mmmph..." Little Pink struggled desperately, crying out, but her pleas devolved into pathetic moans. In her heart, she cursed Tang Feng with all her might... "Slap!" Suddenly, accompanied by a searing pain, a leather whip struck her tender body heavily, forcing her to fall silent and comply.

"Alright, this is where a woman is held captive. Headquarters specifically chose this remote location to keep her hidden, making her difficult to find. According to the secret escorts who brought her here, she's a major traitor to Headquarters. Her entire body is bound by chains forged from meteorite iron, and her mouth is locked with a similar device, rendering her unable to speak. I encountered her when she first arrived; she has a fierce temper and is not to be trifled with!" "Why imprison her for so long instead of killing her? You're not the Divine Punishment Camp, and you don't fear retribution for murder, yet you go to such lengths just to keep her locked up!?" "I heard the Grand楼主 despises her to the bone, wanting her to live a life worse than death. He visits once a year specifically to torment her. And I discovered a secret, which is incredibly shameful to speak of..." "What secret? Speak!" "Uh, well, her nether regions are also bound by a device designed to torment that area, causing her to burn with desire daily, yet remain unsatisfied..." "Hmph, it seems your Grand楼主 is a truly venomous individual! Open the door, I want to go in and see!" "Young Master Tang, you mustn't..." "I'll say it again, open the door!" "Alright, the key is in my storage ring. You can take it out yourself..." As the secret chamber door creaked open, the scene within came into view. There lay a woman, her face obscured by long hair, her figure tall and curvaceous, clad in a black silk slip dress. Her long, slender legs were adorned with a pair of black silk stockings, as thin as cicada wings. The shoes on her feet were long gone. Her body was indeed bound tightly by chains forged from meteorite iron. It was the most exquisite bondage technique he had ever seen. Coupled with the unparalleled sturdiness of the meteorite iron, this restraint was top-tier! The chains bound her entire body, including her stocking-clad legs. However, at her feet, they were locked like shackles, leaving just enough space for her to walk. Even so, walking was not easy, as each stockinged foot was shackled to a ball of millennium profound iron, weighing at least ten thousand jin. Furthermore, she was currently chained by her neck with a millennium profound iron chain, the other end secured to an iron ring on the floor! She lay on her side on the cold, damp stone slab... Having endured for so long without tearing, her clothing must be crafted from millennium silkworm silk, including the stockings on her legs. Such precious material used to make clothing for oneself was the height of extravagance! Sensing someone's presence, the woman listlessly lifted her head, revealing her face. Though it bore the marks of hardship, it couldn't conceal her celestial beauty. Her mouth was indeed gagged with a millennium profound iron ball gag, preventing her from speaking, yet forcing her to endure the agony of an open mouth, her saliva draining away with no way to replenish it! Who was this woman? Even in his previous life, Tang Feng had no information about her whatsoever! "Young Master Tang, let's go. You can't undo these restraints. This is why the Grand楼主 is confident in imprisoning her here!" Xiao Fen whispered softly to Tang Feng, careful not to be heard by the woman! "Not now, doesn't mean not later!" As Tang Feng turned, his peripheral vision caught the woman's gaze fixed upon him. Though he only sensed a faint signal, Tang Feng understood her state of mind. After such prolonged imprisonment, any chance of escape, no matter how proud she was, she would never ignore. And now, she could only place a sliver of faint hope on this young man of ordinary cultivation! After the two emerged, Xiao Fen locked the secret chamber again, and handed the key to Tang Feng.