116: Chapter 116 The Immortal Binding Rope Performs Another Miraculous Deed!

Ji Ziyue hung upside down in mid-air, the hem of her purple palace gown flipped up, her fair, long legs exposed to the sunlight.

Her face flushed deep red, her hands pressed tightly against her gown, and she was about to curse out loud.

However, Lu Chen did not give her the chance to speak.

He did not loosen the hand gripping Ji Ziyue's ankle, and a flash of golden light appeared at the fingertips of his other hand.

A slender golden rope darted out from his sleeve, moving so fast that even her Divine Sense as a Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level could not track it.

The immortal binding rope.

An old friend; Lu Chen found it incredibly useful.

The moment Ji Ziyue was dragged out of the Void Realm, she had already begun to condense the Great Void Technique, preparing to tear through space and escape.

A void rift did indeed tear open behind her, but the immortal binding rope was faster than her.

The golden rope passed through that void rift, circled out from the other end of the rift, and directly shredded the spatial passage.

"Impossible!" Ji Ziyue exclaimed in shock.

The Great Void Technique was the signature skill of the Ji Family; when fueled by a Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level, even a Great Emperor would need to exert some effort to seal it.

How could this damn rope ignore the Spatial Law?

She had no time to think further.

The immortal binding rope coiled around her like a living creature, first winding around her wrists, circling once, then tightening as her hands were pulled behind her back.

Then, it moved to her waist.

The golden rope passed from behind, wrapped around her chest, and crossed above her collarbones.

Continuing downward, it circled her waist, passed from the side of her hips through the base of her thighs, and tied a dead knot behind her.

Finally, it tightened at her ankles, pulling her legs together and securing them.

The entire process took less than two breaths.

The dignified Old Ancestor of the Ancient Ji Family, the stunningly beautiful Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level Ji Ziyue, was tied into a standard tortoise-shell bind.

The golden rope embedded itself into the fabric of her purple palace gown, accentuating the extremely distinct contours of her mature, voluptuous figure.

The golden silk sash at her waist had long since fallen away; without the restraint of the belt, the rope tightened directly against the thin palace gown.

Her chest was squeezed from both sides by the rope, the purple fabric stretched so tight it was almost translucent.

The full curves were divided into two mounds by the golden rope, trembling violently with her struggles.

Her waist was cinched into a deep indentation, making the contrast between her upper and lower body even more striking.

The high slit of her gown completely lost its ability to cover her, and as the rope passed through the base of her thighs, the lines of her entire legs were fully exposed.

Ji Ziyue fell onto the bluestone floor.

Lying on her side with her long hair spread across the ground, the purple jade tassels on her earrings still swaying, they reflected against her face, which was flushed red enough to drip blood.

"Lu Chen! You shameless scoundrel!"

Her voice had completely lost its former poised and arrogant composure.

"Release me quickly! I am a member of the Ji Family!"

Lu Chen released her ankle, brushed the dust off his hands, and looked down at this Old Ancestor of the Ji Family on the ground.

"Why should I?"

His voice was not loud, and his tone was even a bit lazy.

"Just because you are from the Ji Family, I have to let you go? Then I am from the Duck Family."

Ji Ziyue was stunned for a moment.

"What Duck Family?"

Lu Chen did not explain.

He squatted down, leveled his gaze with Ji Ziyue, and sneered.

"Coming to intimidate me?"

He reached out and tapped her forehead with his index finger.

"So, who is intimidating who now?"

Ji Ziyue's head tilted back from the tap; she was filled with extreme shame and anger, her Phoenix eyes almost spitting fire.

"Pfft, hahaha!" Ye Qingxian laughed from ten feet away, rocking back and forth, her twin tails swinging as she slapped her thigh.

"Revered Master is mighty! Revered Master is amazing!"

She rushed over and circled around Ji Ziyue, who was tied up like a rice dumpling.

"Senior Ji, weren't you very impressive just now? You even brought out the Thousand-Faced Mirror, so why have you turned into a hairy crab now?"

Ji Ziyue trembled with rage.

She began to struggle.

The spiritual energy of a Pseudo-Emperor Seventh Level surged within her body, attempting to burst the immortal binding rope.

It was useless.

The rope not only did not loosen, but tightened even further.

The more violently the spiritual energy surged, the tighter the rope clamped down.

The golden rope embedded itself deeply into the purple palace gown, squeezing the two full mounds on her chest closer together, almost causing them to spill out of the neckline.

Instead, it made them appear even fuller, more voluptuous, and even more pitifully beautiful!

Her waist was cinched to look even better, and the voluptuousness below her lower back and her long legs were taut and full under the restraint of the rope.

The high slit of the palace gown was completely lost, and the entire expanse of skin from her knees to her hip bones was exposed, blindingly white.

The small, light-colored mole on the inner side of her thigh was clearly visible.

Every time she struggled, her body twisted, and that mature, voluptuous figure revealed curves from various angles within the rope.

Lu Chen glanced at her twice, and a vein in his temple throbbed.

Fifty-eight days.

He had just walked out of fifty-eight days in Hell, his Dao Heart shattered to pieces, and now he was being provoked by this woman, causing his anger to surge.

He took a deep breath.

"It seems you are too used to being high and mighty, you need to be taught a lesson."

He stood up straight, looking down at her.

"Today, I will act on behalf of your Ji Family ancestors to properly discipline you, this girl who knows not the height of the sky or the depth of the earth."

Ji Ziyue shouted: "I am older than you! I have lived for tens of thousands of years! I am an older sister! Not a girl!"

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow.

"I don't care if you are an older sister or a girl."

"Since you have fallen into my hands, then I will discipline you, this older sister; in the cultivation world, strength is respected, so if you can't beat me, just endure it."

He paused for a breath.

"I am very angry right now, let me vent some of it."

Lu Chen flipped his right hand, and spiritual energy condensed in his palm, forming an exquisite little leather whip.

Crack.

The tip of the whip cracked in the air, the sound crisp.

Ji Ziyue's body stiffened abruptly.

Her eyes fixed on that little leather whip, her pupils contracting.

The next breath, she moved.

Her body, bound in a tortoise-shell bind, could not stand, so she could only use her shoulders and knees to support herself on the ground, crawling forward desperately.

The hem of her purple palace gown dragged along the ground, leaving a long trail, and the fabric at the high slit flipped up continuously as she crawled.

Every time she inched forward, the hem slid up a bit, exposing a large area of her fair, naked thighs.

She lay on the ground, her buttocks raised high, her waist dipped, and that stunning curve cinched by the rope was fully displayed as she crawled.

Ye Qingxian took one look, her face instantly turning red, and she covered her eyes with her hands, though her fingers were not closed.

"Revered Master, her... I saw everything!"

Lu Chen also paused.

His hand holding the little leather whip stopped in mid-air, and the expression on his face was somewhat subtle.

"Don't crawl around like a maggot."

His voice carried a bit of helplessness.

"Everything is already seen; I'm just going to hit you a few times, it's fine, just endure it, it will be quick, it won't hurt, but with you like this, I don't even know how to start."

He put down the little leather whip and shook his head.

"Forget it, I won't hit you."

Ji Ziyue stopped.

She lay on the ground, turned her head to the side, her disheveled long hair covering half her face, revealing one Phoenix eye.

That eye stared at Lu Chen for two breaths.

"Are you shy now?"

Her voice suddenly changed; it was no longer the shameful, angry scream from before, but carried an indescribable nuance.

"You don't dare to hit me, do you?"

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow.

The corners of Ji Ziyue's mouth curled up slightly as she lay on the ground, craning her neck to look at him.

"I even dared to attack a Great Emperor, yet you, a Great Emperor, don't dare to hit me?"

She paused for a breath.

"Weakling, are you even capable!"

The air was silent for three breaths.

Ye Qingxian took her hands away from her eyes, her large eyes wide, and she subconsciously took two steps back.

She saw that Revered Master's expression had changed.

Lu Chen walked forward, squatted down, and grabbed Ji Ziyue by the chin.

He closed his five fingers, pinching her cheeks, forcing her to lift her head.

"What did you say?"

His voice was very soft.

"Say it again?"

With her mouth being pinched, Ji Ziyue could not speak clearly and could only emit muffled syllables.

Saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth, flowing through the gaps in Lu Chen's fingers onto the back of his hand.

Warm and sticky.

Lu Chen looked down at the saliva on the back of his hand, the disgust on his face almost overflowing.

He brought his hand close and sniffed.

Then, he cast a Dust-Removal Law on his hand, a flash of golden spiritual light, and it was clean.

He released Ji Ziyue's chin, stood up straight, and picked up the little spiritual leather whip again.

"Watch me hit you or not?"

The little leather whip spun around his fingers, emitting a buzzing sound.

Ji Ziyue lay on the ground, looking up at the little leather whip waving in mid-air.

The tip of the whip cut through the air, creating a faint whistling sound, roaming back and forth in front of her.

The golden spiritual light shone on her face, flickering on and off.

A genuine panic flashed in her Phoenix eyes.

But in the depths of that panic, in a corner she hadn't even noticed herself, a trace of inexplicable shivering was slowly climbing from her tailbone.

It didn't quite feel like fear; it seemed like excitement.