Little Witch? I'll Hang Her Up and Teach Her a Lesson!

Smack—!

A crisp, resounding slap echoed across the fields!

"Ah—!!!"

Ning Rongrong let out a heart-wrenching scream!

This was not merely excruciating physical pain. It was also the ultimate humiliation.

Born into wealth and privilege, cherished in the palm of everyone's hand, when had anyone ever laid so much as a finger on her?

Let alone... hitting her there!

And in such a humiliating position!

The searing pain and overwhelming shame made her whole body tremble violently. Her cries instantly rose into broken, hysterical sobs.

"That's for looking down on everyone!"

Smack!

"That's for spewing filth from your mouth!"

Smack!

"That's for treating commoners like dirt!"

Smack!

"And that's for being so arrogant!"

Smack!

Lin Jiang showed no mercy. The stalk in his hand fell like raindrops, striking the exact same spot every time!

Each blow carried anger and force, making Ning Rongrong cry out again and again. Bound by the vines, her body twisted and struggled wildly, but it was all futile.

After several lashes, Ning Rongrong's expensive silk dress could no longer endure it. With a soft rip, it split open!

It revealed the skin beneath, equally flushed red and even slightly swollen, as well as...

Cotton undergarments printed with an adorably goofy little bear pattern!

"Waaah—!"

"Ah!"

"Stop hitting me! Big brother, I was wrong! I really was! I'll give you however much money you want!"

"I'll give you all my Gold Soul Coins! Please let me go! I'm begging you! Sob, sob, sob..."

Ning Rongrong completely broke down. Tears and snot covered her face as she begged incoherently in a hoarse voice.

Money, the tool she had once believed could solve every problem, had now become her only lifeline.

"Looks like you still don't know how to repent!"

Lin Jiang's voice remained cold, filled with deep disappointment.

"Even now, you still want to solve this with money? You really are incorrigible!"

With a thought, he controlled his Azure Vine martial soul.

The vines wrapped around Ning Rongrong loosened slightly and lowered her until her feet could finally touch the solid ground.

However, her hands remained tightly bound above her head. Combined with her violent struggles earlier, and the exhaustion caused by crying and pain, she could not keep herself steady at all!

"Urgh..."

Ning Rongrong gave a muffled groan as her body involuntarily tipped forward.

To keep her balance and avoid falling, she could only be forced to stick her rear out—

A posture even more humiliating, awkward, and suggestive than before!

Beneath the tear in her dress, the little bear pattern seemed even clearer.

Lin Jiang's eyes sharpened as he forcefully suppressed the wicked heat in his heart.

The crop stalk in his hand whistled through the air once more, ruthlessly striking the forced-up, battered skin!

Smack—!!!

"Ah—!!"

Smack—!!!

"Mm, ah—!!"

The crisp smacking sounds finally grew sparse before stopping completely, leaving only the rustling of the crops in the evening breeze.

Lin Jiang shook his slightly sore wrist and let out a long breath.

"Phew... I'm finally tired from all that."

This sort of physically demanding punishment was even more exhausting than he had imagined.

Tightly bound by Azure Vine and suspended face-down, Ning Rongrong was now utterly disheveled.

Her once-clear, delicate voice had gone completely hoarse. All that remained were intermittent whimpers and sobs, like a broken bellows, while her shoulders heaved violently with every breath.

Tears had streaked muddy trails across her delicate but deathly pale face.

Worst of all was the burning pain coming from behind—

What had once been firm and rounded was now visibly swollen, a bright red expanse with patches of deep purple. It looked especially miserable beneath the dimming sky.

Every weak struggle tugged at her injuries and brought a piercing spasm of pain.

That small recording device still faithfully floated some distance away, its lens silently aimed in their direction.

It recorded the entire process of this "discipline" without missing a single detail.

Lin Jiang walked over to Ning Rongrong and crouched down, bringing his gaze level with her red, swollen eyes, filled with fear and grievance.

There was a trace of weariness in his voice, but his words were exceptionally clear. "Young miss, do you know your mistake now?"

Ning Rongrong's lips trembled. The remnants of her pride made her want to argue, but the scorching pain behind her and his icy gaze instantly shattered all her defenses.

Overwhelming fear and shame made her want only to end this nightmare as quickly as possible.

She nodded hard. Tears surged forth again, and her voice was so hoarse it was almost impossible to hear.

"I... I know... Sob... I'll never... never look down on... ordinary people again... Never again..."

Her pitiful, sincerely remorseful appearance was utterly unlike the overbearing, arrogant little witch from before.

Seeing her in such a miserable state, the anger in Lin Jiang's heart finally subsided somewhat.

He nodded.

"Fine. Remember what you said today. We'll leave it at that for now."

With a thought, the tough Azure Vine wrapped around Ning Rongrong swiftly withdrew like a spirit serpent, retracting into his body.

The instant her restraints loosened, Ning Rongrong lost all support and crumpled limply onto the cold earth with a thud.

She instinctively tried to brace herself with her hands, but the sharp pain in her ankle made her groan. Her body toppled sideways again.

At that moment, not only did her rear hurt as if it had been seared by a branding iron, but her sprained ankle made matters even worse. Even the slightest movement brought cold sweat pouring out, and she could not stand at all.

Lin Jiang looked at Ning Rongrong, curled into a trembling ball on the ground. He frowned slightly and sighed helplessly. "Sigh, I really don't know what to do with you."

This was a field in the middle of nowhere. The sky had completely darkened, with only sparse starlight and the faint lights of a distant village.

Leave a girl with a sprained ankle, serious injuries to her rear, and no ability to resist out here?

If she encountered bandits or soul beasts, the consequences would be unthinkable.

That clearly went beyond mere "discipline."

Resigned, Lin Jiang stepped forward and bent down. His movements were not exactly gentle, but neither were they rough. One hand scooped beneath Ning Rongrong's knees while the other supported her back. With a slight exertion, he lifted her horizontally into his arms—

A standard princess carry.

Her body suddenly left the ground and fell into an unfamiliar yet firm embrace. Ning Rongrong stiffened in fright and instinctively tried to struggle and scream.

But Lin Jiang's low voice sounded above her head, carrying an unquestionable warning.

"Don't move! Do you want to fall and break your other ankle too? And one last reminder..."

He tilted his head slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping across her terrified eyes...

"Put away those little schemes of yours. That recording device captured everything that happened earlier, including what we're saying now, without missing a thing."