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The heroine Yan Ling, with her stunning looks and world-class martial arts skills, is elected as the Martial Arts Alliance Master. She walks with her female apprentice in the jianghu, and is framed by a lecherous constable. Nga Dog is the first to attack. Without Yan Ling's help, the female apprentice defeats all the dogs within a few moves. In order to find out the real culprit behind the crime and to sharpen her pupil's temperament, Yan Ling pretends to be bound and takes the initiative to let the dogs tie her up and escort her back to the magistrate's office. She is confident that with her inner strength, she will be able to break free easily even if she is bound by the Immortal Binding Rope. The apprentice saw the master humiliated, also willing to be bound. Who knows, the rope is specialized in internal strength of the lock dragon tendons, can absorb the internal force, the more you struggle the tighter! That night the real culprit appeared, Yan Ling sneered and wanted to break the bondage out, but was shocked to realize that the internal force is locked, can not get out of the bondage! Looked at the magistrate dog with a sly smile on his face, the more he struggled, the tighter the team of horses, the higher the feet of the female warrior hung upside down, her heart was burning with anxiety, "How can this rope not break free!" Looking at the side of the bound neck hanging bound, toes barely pointing to the ground of the female disciple struggling in pain, Yan Ling sniveling "It is the teacher has harmed you, I should have listened to your words."

　Yan Ling's eyes swept over the rope, her expression remained unchanged, and she transmitted her voice into the secret, "It's not a problem, it seems to be an imitation of the Binding Immortal Rope, and her internal strength is sufficient to cope with it." She took the initiative to extend her hands together, her posture still elegant and calm, as if she was not accepting the binding, but rather extending her jade hands for people to admire. 　　That Chief Constable saw Yan Ling being so cooperative, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which was then replaced by a heavy sense of smugness. With a wave of his hand, his voice carried an unquestionable harshness: ''Put on the bondage locks! Tie me up tightly! This is a 'honored guest', don't neglect him!" 　　Several officials holding strange black ropes came forward in response, their movements skillful, their eyes numb, obviously used to doing such things. Liu Ling'er looked at the "Dragon Locking Tendon" that was getting closer and closer, with a greasy luster, the ominous feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger, she subconsciously took half a step back, but was roughly pushed back by the officers behind her. 　　"Ling'er," Yan Ling's clear and cold voice resounded again through voice transmission, with an unquestionable calmness, "Relax, don't resist, everything has to be done for the master." 　　Hearing her master's calm voice, Liu Ling'er forced down the uneasiness in her heart, biting her lower lip, following Yan Ling's example, straightening her spine, also stretching her hands together. It was only the slightly trembling fingertips that gave away the fear in her heart. 　　The first to be bound were the arms. An official stood behind Yan Ling, twisted Yan Ling's arms behind her, then made her small arms fit vertically behind her back, palms facing each other, and then folded the black "Dragon Locking Tendon" from the middle, forming a rope circle, and set it on her wrists with her hands together. The moment the rope touched her skin, it imparted a strange cold and slippery feeling, as if it were a living thing. 　　The official tightened the rope loop with force, and the black fibers immediately embedded themselves deeply into Yan Ling's fair and delicate wrist skin, outlining clear strangulation marks. This was just the beginning. The official's technique is extremely sophisticated, the rope wraps around her wrist several times, after tying a dead knot, it does not stop, but pulls the long rope upwards, tightly wrapping around her elbow area. The rope wrapped around her elbows, crossed behind her back and pulled tight again! Yan Ling immediately felt her arms being squeezed backward and towards the center by a powerful force, a slight soreness coming from her shoulder blades. 　　This "Dragon Locking Tendon" is really weird, not only is it exceptionally tough, but it also seems to be able to sense the slightest tremor of the muscles, automatically adjusting the strength of the restraints to ensure that it is always in the tightest state. The official continued to operate, the rope from the elbow binding point, upward around the shoulders, crossed in front of the chest to form a diagonal across the binding, and then circled back to the back, and wrists, elbows at the knot tightly connected, fixed. 　　The whole process was tedious and rapid, Yan Ling's arms were firmly confined behind her back, from her wrists to her elbows, and then to her shoulders, they were twisted and fixed by layers of black rope, her arms were forced to be together behind her back, forming an extremely standard and humiliating "Backhanded Goddess of Mercy" posture. She tried to slightly move her fingers, she could feel the immediate feedback contraction of the rope, strangling one point tighter, and that hidden absorption of internal energy is always there, like a gangrene of the bone. 　　Immediately after, the more shameful binding began. Another official holding another "Dragon Locking Tendon" came forward, his eyes lewdly sweeping over Yan Ling's exquisite body wrapped in white, the corner of his mouth grinning an ugly smile. 　　He placed the middle part of the rope behind Yan Ling's neck, with both ends naturally hanging in front of him. Then, he pulled up the rope and wrapped a horizontal rope around and tightly strangled above, between, and below Yan Ling's breast peaks! The rope sunk deep into the soft fabric and skin, immediately outlining the outline of her originally firm and proud breasts even more thrillingly, and even appearing more and more full because of the pressure. For the first time, an imperceptible blush surfaced on Yan Ling's cool face, the ultimate in shame and anger, but she forcibly endured it, the cold light in her phoenix eyes flickering, but she did not snap. 　　The several horizontal ropes in front of her chest intersected at the center of her back, and were pulled tight and fixed. Subsequently, the ropes went downwards, wrapping tightly around Yan Ling's slender waist several times, and were once again fixed behind her back. Next, the rope continued downwards, wrapping around her plump buttocks, similarly tightening a horizontal rope above and below her buttocks, connecting with the rope around her waist behind her back. Finally, the head of the rope passed cruelly from between her thighs, upwards and tied tightly with the knot behind her waist! 　　"Mmmm!" 　　Yan Ling was caught off guard and let out a suppressed murmur, then realizing that she had lost her temper in front of her disciple and her enemy, her cheeks reddened in shame. 　　This set of bindings was precisely the "Turtle Armor Bindings" that had been passed down from the East, which was extremely humiliating to women. The black ropes crisscrossed across her body, forming a clear and humiliating grid on Yan Ling's white clothes, highlighting and intensifying the most intimate and proud curves of her entire body - her high breasts, her unmanageable waist, and her rounded buttocks - in an unforgiving manner. out. The ropes were sunk deep into the flesh, each knot, each strangle mark, all full of innuendo and blasphemy. Yan Ling felt that her entire body was imprisoned by this powerful binding force, her breathing becoming somewhat difficult, every curve of her body exposed under the outlining of the ropes, which embarrassed her more than any sword or knife. 　　This wasn't the end of it. The official picked up a shorter piece of "Dragon Locking Tendon" and crouched down. He roughly slipped the rope around the base of Yan Ling's thighs, pressing it against the most intimate part of her legs and tightening it severely! The rope almost sank into the soft flesh, bringing about a strong sense of friction and pressure. The knot was tied on the side of the leg, and was equally firm and unrivaled. 　　Immediately after that, another section of rope tied up her thighs just above her knees, equally tightly bound. Finally, the ankles. The official brought her feet together and used the "Dragon Locking Tendon" to wrap seven or eight times around her ankles, tying dead knots to ensure that her feet could not be separated. 　　Thighs, knees and ankles, the three bindings made Yan Ling's legs as firmly restricted as her arms. She tries to move her feet slightly, but feels a strong sense of friction and binding from the ropes at the roots of her thighs and on her knees, making her steps difficult. The binding at her ankles even made it extremely difficult for her to even take normal steps, and she could only take small hobbling steps. 　　The same process was used on Liu Ling'er with almost no difference. 　　When the black "Dragon Locking Tendon" wrapped around the young girl's newly developed, slightly youthful breasts, tightened her slender waist and upturned buttocks, and finally cruelly passed through the heart of her legs, Liu Ling'er could no longer hold back, letting out a humiliating whimper, with tears welling up in her eye sockets. She felt that her entire body was wrapped and tightened by this evil rope, and every private part was mercilessly accentuated and pressed, especially the one at the root of her leg and between her femurs, which made her die of shame and indignation. 　　"Master ......," she looked at Yan Ling helplessly with a sobbing voice. 　　Yan Ling looked at her disciple's equally lousy appearance of being bound as a backhanded Goddess of Mercy, tortoise armor binding her body, and her legs restricted, especially seeing the never-before-seen horror and humiliation on the young girl's face, her heart was like being pricked by needles. The sharpening she originally thought was going in an uncontrollable direction at the moment. The strangeness of this "Dragon Locking Tendon", the professionalism and humiliation of this binding technique were far beyond her expectations. 　　"Go!" The Sheriff smiled triumphantly and pushed Yan Ling hard.

　　Her words confirmed Yan Ling's suspicions. The Mo Family's heir apparent had actually defected to the government, becoming an accomplice in designing torture devices and torturing fellow practitioners! Yan Ling's eyes flashed with a cold light as he said in a deep voice, ''The ancestor of the Mo family loved both love and non-attack, and took it as his duty to help the world and the people. Your Excellency, as an heir of the Mohists, has even aided and abetted in the abuse, designing such humiliating things, do you not feel ashamed of your ancestor?" 　　Mo Xuan heard this, and instead of a look of shame on her face, she revealed a hint of a sneer, "Concurrent love, not attack? That was an old story from how many years ago. Times have changed, Alliance Master Yan. If the skills of the Mojia family cannot be utilized by people in exchange for the funds for survival, do we want to starve to death in the mountains by holding on to those trite dogmas? The government can provide me with the best materials, the most expansive experimental field, allowing me to push the organ art to an unprecedented level. As for the humiliation ......" 　　She paused, her gaze sweeping over Yan Ling's towering breasts and tightly bound waist and hips strangled by the ropes, her tone carrying an almost brutal desire to probe, "The mysteries of the human body, the limits of endurance, and the interesting variations of reaction are originally one of the highest pursuits of organ art. It is Mo Xuan's honor to personally test my work on such a perfect 'material' as Your Excellency." 　　The coldness and fervor in these words made Liu Ling'er shudder. 　　Mo Xuan said no more as she revealed the object in her hand. It appeared to be a pair of boots, made of materials that resembled leather, not leather, and wood, not wood, presenting a dark ochre brown color. The barrel of the boots was as high as the calf's belly, the boots were slender, and the most striking thing was the extremely high heel of the boots - the heel was not an unusual wood or leather, but some kind of structure combining metal and hardwood, slender and sturdy, and a few minutes longer than the height of a finger, making the entire pair of boots present an extremely exaggerated tilted angle. 　　"This object, I call it 'Tiptoe Leather', or, according to its primary function, it can also be called 'Itchy Boots'." Mo Xuan flicked the towering metal heel of the boot with her finger, making a crisp knocking sound, "Specially designed for those women who need a reminder to maintain their posture." 　　She took the boots and walked over to Liu Ling'er, who was bound and unable to move. Liu Ling'er looked at the strangely shaped boots in horror and desperately shrank backward, but was held down by the magistrate behind her. 　　"No ...... don't! What are you doing?!" 　　Mo Xuan didn't pay attention to her struggles and crouched down, signaling the magistrate to hold down Liu Ling'er's legs. She first roughly ripped off Liu Ling'er's original shoes and socks, revealing the young girl's pair of fair and delicate jade feet that were currently slightly red from the long-distance bouncing. Liu Ling'er trembled with shame, her toes subconsciously curling up. 　　Mo Xuan picked up an "itchy boot" and put it on Liu Ling'er's right foot. There seemed to be some kind of adaptive structure inside the boot, and even though Liu Ling'er's ankles were bound with ropes, the boot still fit tightly, fixing her feet in a position where they had to be arched. Afterward, Mo Xuan pressed on a certain inconspicuous bump on the outside of the boot's barrel. 　　"There was a soft click, as if some mechanism had been locked. The boots were firmly fixed on Liu Ling'er's feet. 　　Immediately after that, it was the left foot. 　　After the same process, Liu Ling'er was forced to wear these extremely strange and uncomfortable "high-heeled itchy boots". Her feet were forced to stand on tiptoe, and the weight of her entire body was almost all pressed on her toes and forefoot, and a sharp soreness and trembling sensation immediately came from her calf muscles. Her legs were already bound and her balance was extremely poor, at this moment she was even more shaky, relying on the yamen behind her to pull and the hemp rope between her femurs to barely stand. 　　"How do you feel?" Mo Xuan stood up, looking at Liu Ling'er's agonized and twisted posture with good grace, "This is just the beginning. The beauty of these boots lies in walking." 　　She signaled the magistrate to loosen some of her support for Liu Ling'er, so that she could try to 'walk' on her own. 　　Liu Ling'er gritted her teeth, endured the soreness of the center of her feet and the powerlessness of her whole body being bound, and tried to take a hard step with her feet being bound together. However, as soon as she lifted her feet, a sudden change occurred! 　　Right at the moment she raised her feet, there seemed to be a very slight "click" sound coming from inside the heel of her boots. Immediately afterward, when she dropped her feet and attempted to step on the ground--- 　　"Ya...!" 　　Liu Ling'er let out a sharp and shameful shriek, her body trembling violently, nearly going limp directly! Only to see that at the bottom of the boot she stepped on, near the center of the arch of her foot, a small wooden wheel less than the size of the fingernail cap of her pinky finger, but rotating at high speed, had popped out! The wheel was covered with fine and soft small fluffy thorns, right against the center of her most sensitive foot! 　　An indescribable and extremely strong tickling sensation, like an electric current, instantly ran through her entire body from the center of her foot! 　　"Hahahahaha ...... no ...... don't ...... itchy ...... hahahaha ...... "Liu Ling'er laughed in a completely uncontrollable manner, her body twisting violently in an attempt to get rid of that deadly tickling sensation, however, she was tightly bound with her feet together, and was unable to move effectively at all, but instead, because of her body's twisting, it made the center of her feet come into even closer and fuller contact with that spinning velvet spiked rotating wheel. 　　"Lift your feet." Mo Xuan ordered coldly.

　　It seemed to be two elliptical spheres, made of materials that resembled jade, not jade, and metal, not metal, with a smooth surface and a faint pink luster. Between the two spheres, they were connected by an extremely thin, almost invisible silver-colored silk thread. 　　"This object, I call it the 'Same Life Mandarin Bead'." Mo Xuan held the pair of spheres in her palm and showed them to Sheriff Wang, but her gaze swept over Yan Ling with intent, "As the name suggests, they are connected by the same life, and share both bitterness and happiness. If one person struggles haphazardly, the other will be strongly stimulated." 　　Yan Ling's heart sank violently, a sense of unease that was even stronger than when facing the Itchy Boots surging to his heart. 　　Mo Xuan said no more as she walked to Liu Ling'er's side first. Liu Ling'er was still immersed in the itchy prison in the center of her feet, her consciousness blurred and she was barely able to resist. Mo Xuan skillfully untied one of the knots on Liu Ling'er's tortoise armor bound waist and femur area, and skillfully slipped one of the pink-colored spheres into the depths of the most private and delicate zone between her legs! That sphere seemed to be just the right size to get stuck in a certain position and wouldn't come off easily. 　　"Mmmm ...... mmmm ......" The sudden sensation of the intrusion of a foreign object briefly distracted Liu Ling'er from the itchy sensation, and she let out a muffled whimper as her body shuddered violently. 　　Immediately afterward, Mo Xuan took the other sphere and walked towards Yan Ling. 　　"How dare you!" Yan Ling snapped, his phoenix eyes rounded, the pressure of a long-time superior suddenly erupting around him, and despite his internal power being restrained, it still caused the approaching Mo Xuan's movements to slightly stall. 　　However, her whole body was tightly bound by the "Dragon Locking Tendon", and her feet were stepping on itchy boots that were unable to move flexibly, so she was simply unable to put up any effective resistance. The magistrates beside her swarmed up and roughly pressed down on her shoulders. 　　"Lady warrior, I advise you to better cooperate." Mo Xuan's voice is still flat, but it carries an unquestionable coldness, "Otherwise, I don't mind letting your disciple's side ...... feel it a little more strongly." 　　Yan Ling's body stiffened, looking towards her disciple who was still slightly twitching on the ground not far away and in a state of delirium, a trace of agonizing struggle flashing through her eyes. In the end, she closed her eyes, blood almost seeping out of her clenched lower lip. For the sake of Ling Er ...... endure for now ...... 　　Mo Xuan did the same thing, placing another "Same Life Mandarin's Pearl" into the depths of Yan Ling's body. The cold and slippery sensation of a foreign object, as well as the ensuing, unspeakable fullness and discomfort, made Yan Ling's body's hairs stand on end, and his sense of humiliation reached an unprecedented peak. 　　The silver-colored thread connecting the two beads was almost invisible in the dim light, but it was as if it was an invisible shackle, binding the fate of the master and disciple more closely, and more cruelly, together. 　　"Alright, now try." Mo Xuan took a step back and signaled the magistrate to pull Liu Ling'er up. 　　Liu Ling'er was forcibly pulled up, her sanity still somewhat dazed. The itch in the center of her feet seemed to have diminished a bit due to the pause and distraction of the party, but the sense of the presence of that foreign object deep inside her body was incomparably clear. She subconsciously merged her bound legs and twisted her waist in an attempt to alleviate that unfamiliar discomfort and shame. 　　Just at the moment when she twisted her waist- 　　"Uhh!" 　　Yan Ling, who was standing several steps away, violently let out a suppressed muffled grunt, her body trembling slightly without control! A strange and intense sensation of stimulation exploded from the deepest part of her body without warning, and that sensation was not pain, nor was it a mere itch, but rather an unfamiliar touch mixed with acidity, numbness, and distension that rushed straight to the marrow of her brain, almost causing her legs to go limp! Her cheeks instantly flew red, and she looked at Mo Xuan in shock and anger. 　　The chilling arc at the corner of Mo Xuan's mouth raised once again, ''It seems that the connection was successful. Remind both of you, this 'Same Life Mandarin Ducks Pearl' senses extremely sensitively, any violent activity of either party's body, especially ...... the twisting and struggling of the waist and hip area, will pass through this 'sensing silk ' will transmit and amplify the stimulation, allowing the other person to taste the flavor of intense stimulation. The intensity of the stimulation, of course, varies with the amplitude of the movements." 　　She paused, and her gaze fell on Liu Ling'er with a meaningful meaning, "For example, if one of them violently twists ...... due to the itchy soles of their feet, then the other person, I'm afraid, will have to accompany them to 'enjoy' it together. " 　　With these words, Yan Ling and Liu Ling'er's faces instantly turned pale!

　　They were two oddly shaped bucklers made of metal, the size of a baby's palm, well constructed and glowing with a cold, hard silver. The main body of the clasps was a curved piece of metal with smooth edges and what appeared to be a soft leather lining on the inside. At either end of the curved piece of metal, a thin chain of the same material, adjustable in length, was attached. And in the center of the clasp was a crystal the size of a grain of rice, flickering with a faint red light. 　　"This item, is called the 'Muted Lips Buckle'." Mo Xuan showed the clasp to Sheriff Wang, but the words of explanation were clearly meant for Yan Ling, "Its function is simple - to enforce silence." 　　She walked over to Liu Ling'er, who was paralyzed and still twitching slightly, and ignoring the young girl's horrified eyes, she cupped her jaw with one hand, and with a slight force, forced her to open her sandalwood mouth. Afterwards, Mo Xuan precisely stuck the curved metal piece into Liu Ling'er's mouth, which was just the right size to hold up her mouth, forcing her tongue to be pressed down and unable to move normally. The thin chains on both ends wrapped around her cheeks and locked behind her head with a "click". 　　Liu Ling'er struggled, her lips forced open and unable to close looked extremely pitiful, drool uncontrollably spilling out from the corners of her mouth. She wanted to cry out, but could only produce a vague and whimpering nasal sound. Those soulful eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. 　　"It's not just a physical ban." Mo Xuan pointed to the flashing red crystal in the center of the clasp, "There's a subtle acoustic sensing mechanism built in here. Once it detects the wearer making a sound that exceeds a certain loudness - whether it's a shout, a scream, or ...... uncontrolled laughter -" she glanced meaningfully at Liu Ling'er, "the mechanism will trigger, releasing the 'Enchanting Bone Scatter' stored on the inside of the buckler." 　　"Enchanting Bone Scatter?" Sheriff Wang's eyes lit up with a lecherous smile, "Mr. Mo, what is this wonderful thing?" 　　"A specially formulated potion that is colorless and tasteless, and can be quickly absorbed through the mucous membranes of the mouth." Mo Xuan calmly explained, as if he was introducing an unusual medicinal herb, "It won't hurt people's lives, and it's not highly poisonous, it will only ...... amplify people's senses, especially the sense of touch. At the same time, it will cause one's qi and blood to turn over, one's internal breath to be disorganized, and one's heart to be prone to ...... erotic thoughts." 　　As soon as these words came out, Yan Ling raised his head violently, his eyes filled with incredulous shock and anger! This Mo Xuan, was actually malicious to such an extent! Not only does he want to confine their bodies and deprive them of their voices, he also wants to use such an underhanded drug to dismantle their hearts and defenses! Once they were trapped, under the torture of the "Itchy Boots" and the "Mandarin's Duck Beads", what horrific consequences would be brought about by the amplified senses? It's unimaginable! 　　"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" Liu Ling'er obviously also understood, she desperately shook her head and struggled, her bound body twisting violently, causing the "Mandarin Ducks Pearl" in her body to once again send out stimulation, causing the Yan Ling next to her to also let out a suppressed muffled grunt. 　　"Put it on this Yan Alliance Master as well." Mo Xuan ordered. 　　The magistrates roughly pulled Yan Ling up, ignoring her struggles, and forced another "Lip Clasp" onto her mouth, just as they had done. 　　The feeling of cold metallic foreign objects filled her mouth, her tongue was compressed, saliva was secreted but could not be swallowed properly, only sliding down along the corners of her mouth, this feeling of humiliation even temporarily overpowered the pain of her body. Yan Ling stared dead on at Mo Xuan, her phoenix eyes burning with monstrous rage, if her gaze could kill, Mo Xuan would have already been cut by a thousand knives. She attempted to warn her disciple with a voice transmission, but realized that under the agitation of her own mind, her internal energy was stagnant, and even transmitting the voice had become difficult! 　　"Alright, continue on your way." Mo Xuan clapped her hands as if she had accomplished a trivial matter, "I hope that this 'Muted Lip Button' will make the two of you ...... quieter for the rest of the journey." 　　Sheriff Wang smiled sardonically and once again urged the horse. 　　The hemp rope was taut, and the pulling force between the strands came. The master and disciple were forced to start that hellish trek once again. 　　However, this time, the forest was strangely much quieter. 　　"Snap...click...umm ......!" 　　Liu Ling'er's feet slipped, an itchy sensation struck her, and that familiar urge to burst out laughing went straight to her throat, but it was stopped dead in its tracks by the metal clasp in her mouth, and could only be transformed into a muffled grunt that was extremely suppressed and carried a violent tremor. Her body twisted violently, her face stifled red, tears instantly welling up, clearly suffering an even greater pain than when she had simply laughed before - the mental pressure was multiplied by having to resist that drilling itch and desperately suppress the instinct to vocalize at the same time! 　　Almost at the moment when she grunted, the red crystal in the center of the "Lip Clasp" in her mouth flickered!

　　Yan Ling was roughly pressed to the ground, face down, her arms deadlocked and clipped behind her back. One of the soldiers pressed his knee against her backside, forcing her upper body to lift slightly as her arms were stretched further backward. Another pulled her feet up and bent them backward similarly, bringing her ankles and wrists together. 　　The bullwire rope starts wrapping around her joined wrists, tightly bound several times, tied in a dead knot, and then, instead of stopping, continues downward, wrapping around the ankles of her joined feet. Rope between the wrists and ankles repeatedly interspersed, tightened, and finally her limbs firmly fixed together, forming an extremely humiliating "team of horses" posture - her body was forced to arch, as if bound prey, the weight of the whole body is pressed on the chest and abdomen, but the limbs are high behind the back, and the weight of the body is pressed on the chest and abdomen, but the limbs are pressed on the chest and abdomen. Her body was forced to arch like a bound prey, with all her weight on her chest and stomach, while her limbs were buckled high behind her back, unable to move. 　　Then, a hardwood crossbar the thickness of a bowl was shoved into the space between her wrists and ankles. The rope was twisted again, firmly tying her limbs to the stick. In this way, not only was her body completely bound, it was even forcefully fixed by this wooden stick, presenting a posture like a sacrifice to be slaughtered. 　　In a flash, Yan Ling's limbs were forcibly fixed, forming an extremely humiliating "team horse" position - her hands and feet were tied in one place, and both were bound to the wooden stick, her body was suspended in the air, and she could only rely on the power of her waist and abdomen to sway slightly, completely losing any ability to act on her own! The ability to act on one's own was completely lost! 　　"Well!" Yan Ling let out a suppressed grunt. This type of binding not only brought with it a strong sense of bondage and the pain of her joints being pulled in reverse, but it also exposed her to the public in an extremely humiliating manner, like an animal to be slaughtered. The black Dragon Tendon was still wrapped around her body, intertwined with the new ox-tendon ropes, strangling every curve of her body clearly. 　　The same torture was quickly applied to Liu Ling'er. Under the rough movements of the soldiers and the continued effects of the "Bone Enchanting Dispersant", the young girl was almost powerless to resist, and could only let out intermittent, sweet and agonizing whimpers. When her limbs were also tied to the horizontal stick, the slightly youthful but still moving curves of her body that she was forced to display drew low, suppressed inhalations and lustful glances from many of the surrounding soldiers. 　　Her slender body was even more fragile under the stranglehold of the ropes, especially the curves of her chest and hips were emphasized in the binding, as if it was a flower bud that had been forcibly folded, trembling in the violent bondage. 　　"Hang it up." Su Muwan ordered coldly. 　　The soldiers passed the ropes through the iron rings above the stakes, then pulled up the horizontal sticks that bound the limbs of the master and disciple. 　　"Uh-!" 　　"Uhhh--!" 　　The master and disciple both let out a painful moan at the same time. Their bodies suddenly suspended in the air, and all their weight fell on the joints of their bound limbs and the hard horizontal stick! Sharp pain came from the wrists, ankles, elbow bends, and knee bends, as if the tendons and bones were about to be torn apart. Their bodies swayed and spun helplessly in the air, and the black "Dragon Locking Tendons" and the ox-tendon ropes sank deeper into their flesh, bringing stinging pains that burned like fire. 　　Yan Ling was hanging on the stake on the left, while Liu Ling'er was hanging on the right. The two were only a few feet apart, and could clearly see each other's pained and humiliated expressions. Liu Ling'er's eyes were misty and tearful, her body which was controlled by the "Enchanting Bone Scatter" was slightly twisting in the air, which in turn aggravated the burden on her joints and the co-sensory stimulation coming from the "Mandarin Ducks Beads". Yan Ling, on the other hand, clenched the "Lips Button" in her mouth, desperately gathering the last vestige of willpower to resist the pain of her body and the monstrous waves in her heart. 　　"It seems that just hanging on is not enough enthusiasm." Su Muwan paced below the two of them, looking up at their bodies suspended like exhibits, a cruel smile appearing on her face, "Give Alliance Master Yan and her senior disciple some more heat." 　　With a wave of her hand, several soldiers immediately carried several fire pans with reddish coals burning inside. They placed each of the fire pots directly underneath the hoisted master and disciple! 　　Waves of scorching heat instantly hit their faces! 　　"Unh!!!"

　The posture of the team horse hanging bondage stretched every inch of the body's joints and muscles to the limit. Wrists and ankles were bound together by the rough ox sinew ropes, spaced by the hard and cold horizontal stick, all the weight was hanging on these points, every weak swaying brought tearing pain. 　　Underneath, the charcoal fire pit continued to emit scorching heat waves, mercilessly scorching the inner thighs and the most delicate and sensitive skin in the center of the legs, the feeling was not like an instantaneous burning, but slowly and continuously seeping in, like a warm stew, will be a little bit of shame and pain boiled into the depths of the bone marrow. 　　However, at this moment, Yan Ling almost ignored this physical torture. Her entire mind was immersed in an unprecedented, almost absurd horror - 　　This rope, how could it not be broken free! 　　Right after Su Muwan ordered for the charcoal to be added, and Liu Ling'er let out a mournful whimper, and through the "Same Life Mandarin's Bead" induced a burst of empathetic shock that almost caused her soul to go out of her body, Yan Ling's long-stored anger and determination finally broke through the dam of her patience. 　　It was time! Ling'er could not be made to endure more! This absurd farce, it's time to end it! 　　She laughed coldly in her heart, and with a movement of her mind, in the sea of qi in her dantian, the originally abyssal and oceanic, majestic and pure internal force rose up in response. Even if she had been tied up and consumed for many hours, she was confident that the remaining internal force was still more than enough to break the ropes. She could even "hear" the sound of her internal energy flowing through her meridians, and felt that familiar sense of power returning. 　　"Give me ...... open!" 　　She let out a low roar in her heart, and her wrists, which were tied behind her back, violently exerted her strength, attempting to break the ox-tendon ropes that bound her limbs alive! 　　The expected crunching sound of the rope breaking did not appear. 　　Instead, the moment her internal energy surged to her wrists, the "Dragon Locking Tendons" that were entangled all over her body, especially her arms, wrists, and ankles, were like greedy leeches that were awakened, and the surface of the dark ropes seemed to be flashing with a layer of imperceptible ghostly light! A suction force far more powerful than at any time before suddenly came! 　　The internal force she had mobilized was just like a clay ox entering the sea. Instead of forming an impact, it was instead sucked away by the "Dragon Locking Tendon" at several times the speed! What's even more frightening is that as she struggled, the rope seemed to come to life, automatically and cruelly shrinking inward once again! 　　"Uhh!" 　　Yan Ling was caught off guard and let out a suppressed muffled grunt. Not because of pain, but from extreme shock and panic? 　　No, it couldn't be! It must have been that the internal force running just now was not cohesive enough, and was drilled by this evil rope! 　　She forcefully suppressed the throbbing in her heart and tried again. This time, she no longer tried to instantly explode, but carefully mobilized a more pure and condensed internal energy, like a trickle, trying to bypass the rope's adsorption and coalesce at a single point before suddenly exerting force. 　　Internal energy flow, however, that "lock dragon tendon" is like a gangrene, where her internal energy flow, that strange suction will follow to where, even in her internal energy cohesion node, suction but stronger! Before that thin stream could take shape, it was swallowed up. The rope once again tightened with feedback, strangling deeply into the skin of her wrist which had long been red and swollen and broken, almost touching the bone, bringing a sharp stabbing pain. 　　What the hell was that? 　　More cold sweat seeped out of Yan Ling's forehead, but this time it wasn't entirely due to the sizzling, but more from the ever-amplifying chill at the bottom of her heart. She had traveled the Jianghu for many years, and had seen countless sharp weapons and strange treasures, but she had never encountered such a bizarre thing that was specifically created to restrain internal strength! This "Lock Dragon Tendon" not only absorbed internal force, but also seemed to be able to sense the operation of internal force, the stronger it was, the tighter it became! 　　"Master ......唔......热......好难受...... "Across the room, Liu Ling'er's vague and painful whimpering came, temporarily pulling Yan Ling back to reality from her great shock. She saw her disciple writhing helplessly in the air, her eyes eroded by Mei Bone Scattering were mesmerized and lax, the fire pot underneath her roasted her skin reddened, and every struggle seemed so futile and miserable. 　　Can't give up! For the sake of Ling'er, one must also break free! 　　A wave of ruthlessness surged through Yan Ling's heart. She decides to take the risk! She no longer tries to exercise fine control, but violently urges all the remaining internal energy within her dantian, like a drowning torrent, recklessly rushing towards her bound limbs! This was a method that would hurt the enemy a thousand times and harm herself eight hundred times, and would most likely shock her own meridians, but as long as she could hold open a gap for a split second, she would have a chance!

I actually ...... really can't break free ...... 　　This cognition, like the coldest arrow, instantly shot through all her confidence, pride and ease. The jianghu more than ten years, the sword test the world has not met the enemy, internal strength cultivation is to achieve the realization, she has never thought, she one day, will be planted in the district rope above? And it is in the case that she voluntarily bound, confident that she can get out of the situation at any time! 　　An absurd and incomparable feeling surged to her heart. Yes, voluntarily being bound ...... was her own arrogance and gullibility that sent herself and her disciple into this situation of no return! 　　"Mmm...... mmmm ah......" Across the room, Liu Ling'er wriggled violently again, the communal sensation coming from her, mixed with the sizzling underneath her body, causing Yan Ling to almost go mad. She looked at her disciple's agonized appearance, remembering her previous promise - "No harm done. A mere rope, how can it trap me?" , "There is a master for everything." 　　The words were still ringing in her ears, but at this moment, they had become the sharpest irony. 　　Strong remorse was like poison ivy, tightly wrapped around her heart, more suffocating than the ropes on her body. If she hadn't been stubborn, if she hadn't believed too much in her own strength, they could have easily left, why would they have fallen into such a desperate situation? This was not sharpening at all, this was throwing herself into the net, personally pushing Ling'er into this abyss filled with humiliation, pain and unknown drugs! 　　Su Muwan's cold and teasing voice rang out at the right time, like a whip lashing at her pride which was already riddled with holes: ''Alliance Master Yan, why waste your efforts? This 'Locked Dragon Tendon' is a heavenly foreign iron fused with North Sea shark tendon, refined by the secret technique of the Mozi family, specializing in internal strength. The more you struggle, the harder it sucks and the tighter it binds you. Even if a Great Luo Golden Immortal comes and is bound by this rope, he will not be able to break free with his internal strength." 　　Mo Xuan added faintly from the side, her tone as if stating an icy formula, "According to the data, the more refined the internal force, the stronger the 'locking dragon' effect triggered when struggling, and the faster the rate of internal force loss. 　　Yan Ling's heart completely sank into an ice cave. It turned out that his previous stoicism and slow accumulation, in front of this bizarre 'Dragon Locking Tendon', was simply meaningless! Struggling would only accelerate his own weakness! 　　Despair began to spread like a tidal wave. 　　She tried to move her fingers, which used to be able to perform exquisite swordplay, but now they were tightly bound behind her back, making even the smallest flexion difficult. She tried to mobilize her muscles to find the weak points of the knots, but the combination of the "Turtle Armor Binding" and the "Team Horse Binding" was flawless, and the knots were cleverly tied in inaccessible locations, and most of them were dead ends. Every inch of the muscles of the body that could exert force were firmly restricted and suppressed by the ropes. 　　The scorching heat underneath his body was becoming more and more unbearable. Sweat dripped down like rain, dripping onto the coals and making a mournful sound. The amplified senses made the burning sensation particularly clear, as if there were countless red-hot needles that continued to pierce her most intimate area. Shame, pain, heat, and an unfamiliar feeling of emptiness, vaguely evoked by the drug, intertwined and gnawed at her will. 　　She was not willing! She couldn't give up! 　　Yan Ling raised her head violently, her phoenix eyes burning with unyielding flames as she stared at Su Muwan dead on. Even if she was unable to speak, that gaze clearly conveyed her anger and questioning. 　　Su Muwan seemed to read her eyes and let out a light laugh, ''Oh? It seems that Alliance Master Yan is still unconvinced. Could it be that you think that without the use of internal force, you can break free from this thousand-hammered ox-tendon rope and the 'Locked Dragon Tendon' with your physical strength alone? Or do you think that this 'Team of Horses Hanging Bind' position is not stable enough?" 　　She slowly stepped forward and walked under Yan Ling, raising her head to look up at this martial arts alliance master who was hanging in the air, covered in a mess, but still with stubborn eyes. 　　"This official will let you die today." 　　She stretched out her hand, not to untie the rope, but ...... with her fingers, gently brushing over the white fabric of Yan Ling's clothes that had been tightly adhered to his skin because of his struggles and sweat, which had long since been soaked through by sweat, tears, and her own saliva, and was translucently affixed to his body, outlining thrilling curves, especially when emphasized in the tortoise armor restraints, the towering breasts and slender waist and plump hips were even more exposed. 　　Yan Ling's body trembled violently, not because of pleasure, but because of extreme humiliation and anger! She desperately curled backward, but was rigidly secured by the bindings, unable to avoid that light touch. 　　"Look," Su Muwan's voice carried a cruel playfulness, "You now, you don't even have the strength to avoid my fingers. Your pride, your strength, in front of this rope, it's worthless." 　　She withdrew her hand, her tone turning cold, "Recognize reality, Yan Ling. You are not some martial arts ally now, you are just a prisoner, a prisoner awaiting judgment and punishment. You and your disciple are just bitches used by the officials to deter the jianghu and make an example of them." 　　The word bitch was like a heavy hammer, smashing hard on Yan Ling's heart.

　"Prepare the parade torture device!" Su Muwan gave an order. 　　Several soldiers pushed a strange object out from the back of the camp. The thing resembled a rough wooden horse, but the horse's back was unusually narrow and high, like a sharp roof ridge, and it wasn't even wrapped in any soft cloth on top of it, exposing the rough wood grain. The wooden horse was fitted with four wooden wheels underneath, and a long, heavy chain was attached to the front. 　　"This is the 'Pointed Ridge Trojan Horse'," Su Muwan walked over to the wooden horse and knocked on the towering and sharp horse's back with her finger, making a dull sound, "It is specially designed to punish women who are unchaste and impure, and who commit crimes. " Her gaze turned to Yan Ling, the corner of her mouth carrying a hint of cruelty and playfulness, "The status of the Yan Alliance Lord is honorable, the unusual prison carriage is not too slow, so let's ask the Alliance Lord to 'ride' this horse to parade around the streets." 　　Yan Ling's heart sank to the bottom. The design of this wooden horse was vicious and incomparable, and that sharp horse back ...... she could almost imagine what painful torture it would be to sit on it! 　　The soldiers stepped forward and roughly set Yan Ling up, untying some of the ropes that held her ankles to the crossbar, but her wrists were still tied behind her back and connected to the crossbar. They forcefully pressed her towards the wooden horse. 　　"Unh!" When the sharp wooden spine accurately pressed against the softest, most vulnerable part between her legs, even through her clothing, an unspeakable, mix of severe pain and intense shame instantly overwhelmed Yan Ling's will, causing her to let out a mournful, muffled grunt! The muscles of her entire body instantly tensed up due to this sudden, brutal oppression aimed at her most intimate parts, her body trembling violently. 　　That was not all. The soldiers forced her legs apart and straddled the sides of the wooden horse, then used ropes to tightly bind her thighs, knees and ankles to the body and limbs of the wooden horse, ensuring that she couldn't get away from this torturous "ride". The sharp wooden ridges were almost embedded in her body, and every slight movement brought excruciating pain and unspeakable friction. She was forced to sit on top of the instrument in an extremely humiliating, wide-open-legged position, with her entire body weight resting on that point. 　　To add to the humiliation, her hands, which were tied behind her back along with the horizontal bar, were pulled upward by a rope, forcing her to lift her chest, bringing out even more of her alarmingly outlined breasts under the tortoise bondage. Her head was also forced up, as if to allow the onlookers to see her pain and humiliation more clearly at this moment. 　　Yan Ling bites down on the "Lip Button" in her mouth, veins rippling on her forehead, sweat instantly soaking her entire body. The sharp ridge of the wooden horse brought not only the constant physical pain, like the lingering pain, but also the deeper spiritual despair of being completely trampled on. She, the martial arts alliance master Yan Ling, was actually so ...... so humiliatingly tied on top of the wooden horse, about to be paraded in the street! 　　"As for you," Su Muwan turned to Liu Ling'er, her eyes icy cold, "Deadly sins can be spared, but living sins are hard to escape. It's up to you, to personally drag this sinful master of yours and parade him through the streets." 　　Liu Ling'er was like a lightning strike, incredulously looking at Su Muwan. Let her ...... pull her master? Pulling the master who was so bound and humiliated, to walk on the street for people to watch? 　　"Mmm! Unh-unh-unh!" She desperately shook her head, tears pouring out. She couldn't do it! How could she personally push Master into a deeper abyss of humiliation! 　　"What? Not willing?" Su Muwan sneered, "Then get on the wooden horse together? Or, I'll hang your master now?" 　　Liu Ling'er trembled, looking at her master's agonizingly trembling figure on the wooden horse, looking at her master's straight spine that was still trying to maintain the last shred of dignity even though she was extremely humiliated, her heart broke. She couldn't let Master die! If ...... if she did what they said, Master might still have a chance of survival ...... at least, she could suffer a little less ...... 　　Great pain and helplessness overwhelmed her like a tidal wave. She closed her eyes and let the tears flow freely, and in the end, as if she had lost all her strength, she nodded dismally. 　　The soldiers untied the bindings around Liu Ling'er's ankles, but her wrists were still tied behind her back to the horizontal stick. They roughly pulled her up, then shoved the heavy chain that connected the wooden horse into the small, limited gap between her joined, rope-wrapped palms and the crossbar. The chain was cold and heavy, and she could barely hold it steady. 　　"Go." Su Muwan waved her hand. 　　The gate of the camp slowly opened, and there were already quite a number of people who had been driven here, either curious or numb, gathered outside. On the streets in the early morning, the fog had yet to completely dissipate, carrying a crisp chill. 　　Liu Ling'er was violently pushed by the soldier behind her, stumbled, and was forced to step away. With her hands tied behind her back, she could not effectively control her balance at all, and could only rely on the strength of her waist and legs to move forward with difficulty, one step at a time. With each step, the heavy iron chain dragged on the ground, making a "clattering" sound, like a death knell that struck her heart. 　　And with each step she took, the wheels of the wooden horse behind her began to turn.

　　Without much hesitation, Mo Xuan began to act. She removed the dark blue power suit on her body, revealing a well-maintained body underneath that was not soft and charming, but instead permeated with a sense of strength. Having worked with tools and organs for years, her skin wasn't breakable, and her fingers were even calloused, but her overall lines were smooth and sturdy. 　　First, she carefully activated the initial state of "Mu Yan - Binding Life". An extremely subtle, like an insect's vibration of the wings, the whole device seemed to come to life, those wooden components in the invisible force, slightly adjusted the position, exuding a quiet atmosphere of waiting for the "prey". 　　Mo Xuan took a deep breath and slowly stepped her feet into the two corresponding ankle latches at the bottom according to the embedding process she had designed. 　　"Ka-da." 　　With a soft sound, the pliable but sturdy ebony pieces were like vines that possessed life, instantly closing and precisely wrapping around her ankles. It was cold and snug to the touch, not painful, but the feeling of instantly losing the freedom of her ankle was exceptionally clear. She tried to move her toes slightly, and the sensors inside the latches immediately caught this subtle movement, and the pressure exerted on both sides of her ankles increased by an imperceptible fraction of a second, as if in silent warning. 　　She continued the process, placing her wrists into the corresponding wrist restraint rings above her. With the same click, the wrists were securely fastened. Next came the waist, abdomen, thighs, elbows, and bends of the knees....... One after another, key joints and body parts were gently but firmly captured and locked in place by pre-designed wooden mechanisms. 　　Throughout the whole process, she was like a most devout sacrificer, and like a most rigorous scientist, sending herself step by step into a cage built by her own hands. 　　When the last wooden neck ring with soft lining at the neck was closed, the whole set of "Mu Yan - Binding Life" was completely activated. 　　Buzz... 　　A low resonating sound came from within the device. Mo Xuan could feel that underneath the wooden surfaces that clung to her skin, countless tiny mechanisms were operating at an extremely high frequency, sensing every inch of her body's texture, the rise and fall of her chest from every breath, and even the faint pulse of her blood flow. 　　Her body was fixed in a posture that was extremely ergonomic, yet completely deprived of her mobility, neither as humiliating as the "Tortoise Armor Bondage" suffered by Yan Ling, nor as the "Team Horse Hanging Bondage" that brought about extreme joint pain, but rather, an all-encompassing, precise, and incomparable position. ...... all-round, precise, suffocating confinement. 　　She tried to contract her arm muscles. 　　Almost at the same instant, a dense and slight vibration came from the inner part of the elbow and wrist restraint rings, as if countless tiny needles were stabbing the corresponding acupoints at the same time, and a strong sense of soreness and numbness spread out instantly, causing the strength she had gathered in her arms to collapse instantly. At the same time, the restraining belt between her waist and abdomen tightened slightly, counteracting the slight shift of her body due to her exertion. 　　Perfect! 　　Mo Xuan secretly praised in her heart. This kind of reaction speed and targeting far exceeded expectations. She began to try a more complicated "breaking free", not relying on brute force, but simulating the various internal force operation techniques and body extrication methods she knew, mobilizing different muscle groups, trying to find the blind spots of this set of organs' senses and reactions. 　　At times she tensed her core, at times she tried to twist her shoulder joints, and at times her internal force impacted her acupoints. ...... 　　The "Wood Yan - Binding Life" faithfully performed its duties. Each attempt drew a more subtle and swift response from the organ. The subtle vibrations, the fine-tuning of the angle, the changes in pressure ...... various feedback mechanisms intertwined into an invisible net, eliminating all her "resistance" into thin air. Data flowed into the invisible "database" in her mind like a trickle of water, giving her a deeper understanding of the device's effectiveness. 　　However, as the test progressed, a strange feeling began to grow. 　　At first it was the confidence of being in control and the excitement of exploration. But gradually, with each failed attempt, that feeling of complete physical domination and the futility of all efforts began to bring a hint of imperceptible ...... agitation. She was like a flying insect that had fallen into its own woven spider web, and the more she lifted her wings, the tighter the entanglements became. 　　She increased the intensity of her tests and began to experiment with some of the more extreme and counter-intuitive ways of exerting force, trying to force her way through one of the joints.