"Are you sure you want to treat me this way? In just three days, I raised your cultivation by four levels and gave you all the Opportunities and Fusion Pills I had saved. This is likely far more abundant than the resources you'd get in the Holy Land."
"Speaking of which, I'm a bit curious how you, a Golden Core Cultivator, could have so many top-grade Medicinal Pills. But that doesn't matter. What matters is that you are now in my hands. I am no longer your Cauldron; instead, you have become my female slave!"
Ji Shengyao reached out and tightly pinched Wang Li's chin, forcing Wang Li to look into her eyes. "I remember how roughly you treated me when we first met. I will return everything you did to me. Of course, don't misunderstand—I'm not going to kiss or touch you. I'm going to return my despair and shame to you!"
Ji Shengyao had never imagined treating a Cultivator like this. No matter how detestable those Hehuan Demonesses were, they had never bullied her directly; she would usually just kill them with a single sword strike. But when it came to actually killing this demoness herself, although she didn't want to admit it, she knew she couldn't bring herself to do it.
With her chin held firmly in Ji Shengyao's hand, Wang Li didn't resist. Instead, she submissively raised her head. "Then I'd like to see how you intend to treat your master."
"You still think you're my master?! You are my prisoner now, my female slave. You have to call me master... call me master!"
Ji Shengyao pulled a gem-encrusted dagger from her Storage Ring. With a sharp "clink," she unsheathed it in front of Wang Li and lightly tapped Wang Li's cheek with the blade. "Call me!"
Wang Li looked up at Ji Shengyao, her eyes glistening with moisture and her cheeks slightly flushed. "Fine... Master~!"
"What a shameless Hehuan Demoness, calling someone master so easily! You've given me no surprise at all!"
Ji Shengyao used the tip of the dagger to slide down from Wang Li's cheek. The sharp blade easily sliced Wang Li's belt in two.
Wang Li's Goose-yellow dress instantly became loose, and the collar exposed more of her fair, tender skin.
Ji Shengyao didn't continue. Instead, she pulled a knee-high metal cage from her ring—another piece of confiscated loot. A person locked inside wouldn't even be able to sit up straight. She pointed at the metal cage. "From now on, this cage is your home. Go kneel inside!"
"Wait, I have a question. If I don't go, what will you do to me?"
"You don't think I won't actually hurt you, do you? If you want to live, then obey me!"
Wang Li's Goose-yellow dress was just an ordinary garment, not a Precious robe. Under the strokes of Ji Shengyao's Treasure Artifact blade, several gashes were cut into it, and a piece of fabric fell away.
Looking at such a half-concealed, top-tier beauty who was as alluring as a fresh blossom, radiating a charm that could move even a woman's heart, Ji Shengyao couldn't help but steal a few more glances, her gaze becoming slightly infatuated.
Seeing the blade Ji Shengyao held before her, the corners of Wang Li's mouth curled into an enchanting smile. "Since I'm going to die anyway, can I at least be a well-fed ghost? Just now, we were both left hanging and feeling quite uncomfortable. Look at how you're tearing my clothes in all these different ways—isn't it just because you want to continue our Wedding night?"
"Do you really think I won't dare to kill you!"
Ji Shengyao glared at her, pressing the sharp blade against Wang Li's neck... but she knew that her Immaculate Heart had never truly loathed Wang Li from the beginning. She simply couldn't bring herself to deliver a fatal blow to Wang Li.
Looking at Ji Shengyao's trembling hand, Wang Li reached out with two fingers and pinched the blade. "Then why don't you do it? Is it because you like being disciplined, or have you fallen for me?"
"Nonsense!" Ji Shengyao poured spiritual power into the dagger, but it still wouldn't budge. At that moment, she finally realized that this demoness hadn't been poisoned at all; she had once again become a toy for the other woman to play with.
Sure enough, the dagger that she couldn't move no matter how hard she pulled was taken away with a gentle tug. Then she heard the demoness speak in a cold, commanding tone: "That cage will be your home from now on. You will live there on your knees!"
"Don't..."
Before she could say another word, the demoness grabbed the back of her neck—pinching her fate—and pressed her against a Screen that reached right up to her chin. She heard the other woman walk a few steps across the room and pick up the chicken feather duster from the wardrobe. After weighing it in her hand a few times, the weight was just right.
"Didn't I say that if you made a mistake, I'd give your bottom a good thrashing? This time, you actually tried to enslave me. I'll have to give you at least five hundred hits. I advise you not to move; by now, I shouldn't need to threaten you anymore."
"This won't do... it really won't do..."
Ji Shengyao's body was pressed tight against the Screen. Her hands gripped the wooden frame at the top, her fingers digging into the mahogany lacquer. Her mind was a complete mess; she didn't know how to face such a shameful punishment—whether to resist or to submit.
By now, she had gradually realized that it was unrealistic to turn the tables and capture this demoness with her current cultivation. She should just look for an Opportunity to escape!
Before she could even sort out her thoughts, she heard the demoness's footsteps behind her, followed by the faint whistling sound of the chicken feather duster being swung through the air.
She didn't dare to use spiritual power to resist and could only bite her lower lip, close her eyes, and endure. Then, a "thwack" echoed through the room. As expected, since her counterattack had failed, her bottom was going to suffer.
This strike had some force behind it. Ji Shengyao gripped the edge of the Screen tightly without making a sound.
She felt it was strange; at most, this would leave a red mark, and the pain would fade as her skin returned to its fair state. It was completely different from the agonizing, flesh-tearing pain she had imagined. The demoness hadn't used spiritual power, and she hadn't even used much physical strength.
No wonder she couldn't bring herself to hit me hard. But she is a Hehuan Demoness; the Hehuan Sect only enjoys desire and never feels affection for anyone. That is their Dao.
"Are you still going to run? Are you still going to drug me? Are you still going to treat me like a slave?" With every sentence, Wang Li raised the chicken feather duster high and brought it down hard. "Thwack, thwack," the sounds echoed one after another in the room.
Wang Li wasn't truly a pervert. Although she used some force, she held back enough to avoid actually injuring Ji Shengyao, only intending to make her sting for a bit and turn her skin red.
"As long as I have a single chance, I won't give up. Hitting me is useless! If you have the guts, then... Ah!"
Before she could finish, the chicken feather duster fell again, harder this time. She cried out, which cut her off mid-sentence. She had originally wanted to say, "If you have the guts, then beat me to death," but now she thought it was lucky she hadn't said it.
She began to feel a bit apprehensive. How long was this going to last? She wouldn't actually hit her five hundred times before stopping, would she? Could she even endure that...
"Now you've learned to talk back? Where's that seductive attitude from when you were feeding me wine? See if I don't make you cry out!"
"Shut up! You demoness, stop talking!"
"Oh? So you know how to be shy?"