Record of the Hunting of Women in the Jianghu Lake

"Mmmph~~ Mmph~~ Mmmph~!" In the dungeon, Ming Daizhen was restrained on a wooden chair, her arms crossed over her chest. Aside from a black corset fixed to the back of the chair, she was completely naked, her full, voluptuous body exposed to the air. "Mmmph-hmmph!!~~" Her face was flushed crimson, her eyes covered by a blindfold and her mouth gagged. The moans that escaped her throat were filled with agony as Ming Daizhen struggled to break free from the chair. However, her efforts only intensified the jiggling of her breasts, proving largely futile. "Ugh-ee-ugh!!" The wooden chair was hollowed out at the seat. Ming Daizhen's slender legs were secured to the chair legs with iron shackles and leather straps, spread wide apart. This left her exposed, fleshy buttocks and her nether regions almost suspended in mid-air. Amidst her cries, two thick, rough wooden rods, covered in fuzz and bumps, were rhythmically thrust in and out by a mechanism, brutally ravaging Ming Daizhen's already swollen, tender lower body. The pain stimulated her brain, causing her only mobile extremities, her small feet, to curl up tightly. "Wuwuwu!! Wu wu ooh-ee!!" But what caused her the most torment was the torture inflicted upon her chest and nipples. First, her breasts. A rigid leather breast clamp was tightly fastened to the base of Ming Daizhen's chest. Then, her nipples. Two metal cups completely encased her thick, thumb-sized nipples, with deliberate space left at the tips for nipple rings. Like the rods beneath her, the breast clamp and nipple cups were controlled by corresponding mechanisms. As the machinery operated, they slowly tightened, constricting Ming Daizhen's sensitive, vulnerable breasts into fleshy balls. Beneath the unseen cups, her nipples were being squeezed, forcing out milk. "Mmmph~~ Mmmph-hmmph~~!" Her head, the only other part of her body that could move, swayed helplessly from side to side amidst the extreme pain and torture. Her cries, sometimes a blur, sometimes clear, passed through the gag to the outside world. Her flushed face was streaked with tears and sweat. It was hard to imagine that the former Snow Mountain Elder, Ming Daizhen, had fallen into such a tragic state. "Witch, stop this at once." Directly in front of the breast-torturing chair stood a wooden hobby horse. Two stunning women with waist-length hair straddled it, their legs folded and bound by brown ropes. Their upper bodies were also tightly bound, a woven rope net securing them to the contraption in a posture of puffed chests and arched buttocks. The sharp horn of the hobby horse dug deeply into their sensitive, vulnerable groins, causing them to leak profusely. "Wuwu!~!" "Witch, stop, please stop... don't torment Daizhen anymore, release her, release her!" The two women on the hobby horse, one like Ming Daizhen, had her senses sealed, enduring the physical stimulation in darkness. The other, however, was rare in that she could speak and see. On her exquisitely beautiful, flushed face, besides anger and defiance, one could also see many negative emotions such as guilt, reluctance, and sorrow. The two on the hobby horse were Ouyang Jiyun, the Sect Master of Snow Mountain, and Gongsun Muqing, the Grand Elder of Snow Mountain. The one who could speak and see was naturally Gongsun Muqing, the female powerhouse whose cultivation had reached the Formless Realm. "Mmmph-hmmph!!!" "Daizhen!"

"What do you think?" In the spacious courtyard, Prince Rui put down the letter in his hand and disintegrated it into powder with his internal energy. As he spoke, he looked up at the starry night sky, his face filled with intoxication. (The scenery here is still so beautiful. If only the world could be as orderly as the stars in the sky. Unfortunately, I can never stay for long.) This was a letter compiled by Xiao Chu after his trip to Snow Mountain. Because the time he could spend with Prince Rui was always very short, there was limited information he could convey. Therefore, in most cases, Xiao Chu would use secret letters like this to transmit information to Prince Rui. The most important part of this letter was the accidental encounter with Gongsun Muqing, which he couldn't explain that day. "Gongsun Muqing going to the South Sea was within our expectations. According to the intelligence we have on hand, it is almost certain that she had contact with the one in the South Sea. The South Sea Sect treated her as a distinguished guest, and most of her actions in the South Sea were under our surveillance." Xia Yingzhi, who replied, was sitting on the back of a woman crawling on all fours. She was gently tugging on the reins in her hand, ordering the woman beneath her to crawl around Prince Rui in the courtyard. The one being used as a dog-like seat was Su Nanlin. She was naked, her delicate body simply bound with a bundle of white cotton rope. Iron cuffs were attached to her knees, ankles, and wrists, each of a corresponding size. These shackles not only restricted Su Nanlin's limb movements but also prevented her from getting up. Her nipples and clitoris were connected by thin threads to the iron cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Whenever Su Nanlin made a movement that was too large, it would inevitably pull on her tender and sensitive three points. However, the thin threads around her nipples had two additional branches. These branches extended upwards to Su Nanlin's collar and gag, finally merging into a single rein held in Xia Yingzhi's hand.

He wasn't unfamiliar with the Nascent Soul realm, nor had he never fought against those in it. But he had never witnessed a Nascent Soul expert unleash their full power. After all, neither Sang Qinghong nor Bai Ming would ever go all out against him. The second time was just now, during his fight with Yang Ruohua. It was a power that offered no visible path to victory. If not for the poisoned needle sent by Xia Yingzhi, he couldn't imagine any other way to subdue that woman... "Hey, didn't you bring any restraint tools?" the mysterious person suddenly asked Xiao Chu, after completely knocking Gongsun Muqing to the ground. Is this... the end? "N-no." It was all too sudden. Gongsun Muqing had fallen to the ground just like that, and Xiao Chu felt as if everything before him was a dream. "Fortunately, I did." The mysterious person chuckled, pulling out some ropes and iron shackles from a backpack beneath his black robe. This is... too strange. Why does this person have absolutely no bearing of a Nascent Soul expert? Xiao Chu could bet his life he had never met such a powerful individual in that realm. "Trying to kill yourself? Foolish woman, think of your sisters. If you die, they'll have nothing." Reaching out and pinching Gongsun Muqing's tongue, the mysterious person effortlessly prevented her suicidal attempt. "Besides, don't you know your own cultivation level? Biting your tongue won't do anything." He then bound Gongsun Muqing with ropes and iron shackles, tying her limbs in a spread-eagle position. His movements were surprisingly practiced. "Who... who are you?" Gongsun Muqing, pinned to the ground, met the person's gaze as he held her chin. She thrashed wildly, her eyes brimming with unwillingness and hatred. Damn it... damn it... damn it!! "Let me go, woo woo woo!!" The mysterious person ignored Gongsun Muqing's question. Instead, he used a black cloth and a gag to silence her, then picked up her writhing body and walked over to Xiao Chu. "You're his trusted confidante? Good heavens, you're quite something." After producing a blindfold and covering Gongsun Muqing's eyes, the mysterious person casually tossed her towards Xiao Chu, as if discarding a piece of trash. "Woo woo!! Woo hum!!" "It... it's you!?" Xiao Chu held the struggling beauty in the green dress, who was making frantic muffled sounds, but his attention was not on her at all. That voice, that build, and that mask... it was him! The envoy who had commanded them all in Jinlu City that day? So it was him, it was actually him! Xiao Chu had felt this person was strong back then, but he never imagined he was a Nascent Soul expert! But if he was involved in the operation against Gongsun Muqing from the very beginning, then why, why did he choose to act only now? That's right, he was from Xiangxiong. Why should he go all out to help a Dayun person like himself?

The woman knelt on a stone platform that rose from beneath the large bed, her legs folded with the soles of her feet pressed against her buttocks. Her wrists were shackled at the crotch, secured to the platform. Her feet, knees, thighs, waist, breasts, neck, and almost every other part of her body that should have been mobile were bound by restraints on the stone platform, rendering her completely immobile. "Ugh!" Her small mouth and eyes were sealed by silver objects, but Xiao Chu knew these were merely auxiliary. The woman before him had already had her four senses, excluding touch, sealed by a powerful being of the Formless Realm. She could not speak, hear, or see, existing in an environment of absolute, desperate darkness. The coolness on her nipples and between her legs informed her of her body's state. She struggled slightly, but the restraints and iron frame held her firmly. She could only let out a helpless, muffled whimper, all of which fell under Xiao Chu's gaze. At this moment, Xiao Chu finally understood Xia Yingzhi's so-called "reward." No wonder this room was filled with a familiar, strange scent. No wonder the recent meal had clearly contained quite a few peculiar ingredients. How could he not recognize the sexy, exposed, beautiful immortal before him? Perhaps her appearance and figure weren't top-tier among those Xiao Chu had encountered, but that aura, that unique spirit, was something no one else could replicate. It was one of a kind in the world. The South Sea Immortal—Yang Ruohua. It was unimaginable that Yang Ruohua, once the foremost figure in the Nine Realms of Great Yun, would fall into such a predicament. Even Xiao Chu couldn't comprehend why Prince Rui would bestow such a succulent piece of 'tender meat' upon him. Wasn't Yang Ruohua an incredibly important 'asset' to Prince Rui? To capture her successfully, Prince Rui had spared no expense, even considering abandoning territory for her on several occasions. "Truly, surprising," Xiao Chu said, shaking his head lightly. He tried to shake off the grogginess brought on by the drugs and alcohol, then walked a few steps to the bed and reached out to caress Yang Ruohua's face. "Mmmph! Mmmph mmmph!!" The fairy's response was a furious roar. Her naked, delicate body thrashed violently upon sensing Xiao Chu's large hand, but she remained fixed in place. "Ugh~~ Ah~~! Kill...~~ Ah, get lost~~" He removed the silver gag from her mouth, but with her mute acupoint and throat sealed, Yang Ruohua couldn't even utter a few clear, complete words. Her tone, filled with shame and defiance, was tinged with a hint of seductive allure by the drugs. Who would have thought, who would have dared to imagine, that this woman, who stood at the pinnacle of Great Yun's martial artists, would have such a pathetic side? With her formidable true qi sealed, she was utterly incapable of breaking free from her restraints or the pressure points. She was like a beautiful, soul-stirring doll, at Xiao Chu's mercy. "Get... lost... Ah... Mmmph mmmph!!!"

Five iron cages perfectly filled one wall, and with Gongsun Muqing suspended mid-air, the current highest echelons of the Snow Mountain sect were all imprisoned here. Perhaps because Liang Tinghan's conditioning had not officially begun, the method of confinement prepared by Xia Yingzhi was a simple standing cage. Inside the cage was an extremely narrow small cage, just enough for Liang Tinghan to stand in. A metal pole was then raised from the cage, its tip curved and covered in soft fuzz, fitted with two knobbed wooden sticks. After instructing Mei Shuxue to lubricate the 'wooden sticks', Liang Tinghan, already shackled, swallowed them with almost no resistance. Throughout this, she glared with hateful eyes at Xia Yingzhi, who was manipulating her body. "Such a good sister, she even helped you out specially," Xia Yingzhi taunted, holding a gag and an eye mask. "May you die a horrible death... *whimper*..." After her final curse, Liang Tinghan was plunged into her own darkness. "Mmph! Mmph!!" She tried to struggle, but the limited space of the standing cage left her helpless, let alone the ropes and shackles binding her. As she struggled, Liang Tinghan felt several sticky masses pressed against her sensitive areas, impossible to shake off no matter how she thrashed. She was forced to stand, her legs trembling slightly, her lower body quickly becoming slick with arousal from the drugs and the wooden sticks. Gradually, she could hear nothing but the unbearable stimulation. In the darkness, Liang Tinghan could feel nothing but the stimulation...