152: Horse training

The training grounds of Hulao Pass were vast and boundless, the purple-gold rock-paved ground exuding a chilling, murderous aura.

At this moment, tens of thousands of female soldiers in red armor surrounded the area like an iron barrel. These soldiers all possessed impressive cultivation and were usually quite arrogant, but now they held their breath. Their gazes, filled with scrutiny, playfulness, and a faint hint of pity, were all fixed on the long-haired man in green robes standing in the center.

Opposite Lin Chen, the "Red Blood Fire Dragon," a horse said to possess Dragon Clan Bloodline, was roaring frantically. Dark red demonic fire burned around its body, and every snort sprayed out scorching lava. Its hooves, as large as millstones, stomped deep pits into the hard floor. Just moments ago, three beast doctors at the Early Stage of the Dao Integration realm had tried to approach it, only to have their ribs shattered by a single kick; they were now lying in the distance, wailing in pain.

"Divine Doctor Lin, since you hold the Medicine King Token, your skills must be extraordinary."

Red Makeup Ye stood with her arms crossed, her crimson heavy armor outlining her breathtaking curves with sharp intensity. A provocative sneer hung on her lips, and her phoenix-like eyes were full of disdain. "This beast has a foul temper. If Divine Doctor Lin accidentally gets trampled into meat paste, this General will not be responsible for collecting your corpse."

Lin Chen remained indifferent. He walked forward with his hands behind his back, his steps as steady as if he were strolling in his own courtyard.

"Roar!"

The fiery horse sensed a stranger's presence, and a fierce light flared in its eyes. It suddenly reared up, its two flaming iron hooves smashing down toward Lin Chen's head with the force of an overwhelming mountain!

"It's over!" gasps erupted from the watching female soldiers. Many even closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of that handsome face being turned into a bloody mist.

However, the expected bloody scene did not occur.

Lin Chen looked up, and his pitch-black eyes instantly transformed into a noble dark gold. An "Ancestral Dragon Pressure," originating from the primordial Universe and governing the ancestors of all dragons, swept through the field like a tsunami with him at the center!

It was an absolute suppression of life Rank.

The Red Blood Fire Dragon, which had just been overbearing as if it would burn everything to ashes, saw its flames extinguished the moment that pressure descended. Its massive body trembled violently; its eyes no longer held madness, but unprecedented fear and... submission.

Under the stunned gazes of tens of thousands of female soldiers, this Vicious Beast, which even the Empress found difficult to tame, actually acted like a lapdog seeing its master. Its front hooves buckled, and it knelt on the ground with a "thud." Its proud head pressed against Lin Chen's boot, letting out a whimpering sound as if to curry favor. To show its obedience, it even proactively rolled over, exposing its most vulnerable belly and wiggling its rump as it tried to rub against Lin Chen's hand.

The entire field fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of the wind passing by.

Red Makeup Ye's arms, which had been crossed over her chest, froze, and her "watching the show" expression completely shattered. She rubbed her eyes, unable to believe what she was seeing—this was a Spirit Beast with Dragon blood that would rather die than submit, and now it was begging a man for a pat?

Lin Chen gave a light chuckle and smoothly mounted the horse.

The Red Blood Fire Dragon let out a joyful neigh. Its four hooves moved like the wind, carrying Lin Chen across the training grounds like a red flash before stopping steadily in front of Red Makeup Ye.

Lin Chen looked down at the heroic female general from his high vantage point. The golden sunlight spilled over his sharp-featured face, exuding a regal aura that made it hard to look at him directly.

"The horse is cured, and its temper is gone."

Lin Chen's voice was very low, yet it carried an inexplicable sense of pressure. He urged the horse an inch closer and whispered into Red Makeup Ye's ear, "By the way, a reminder for General Ye... every rainy night, or when your spiritual power completes a major cycle, do you feel a pain like ten thousand needles piercing you three inches below your right ribs?"

Red Makeup Ye's delicate body shuddered violently, and her phoenix eyes were instantly filled with horror.

This was her deepest secret! Years ago, to protect Empress Wu Zhao and break through an encirclement, she had been hit by an enemy's "Soul-Severing Nail." Although she appeared to have recovered on the surface, that sinister curse had long since eroded her internal organs. Not even the Empress knew about this; she had been using secret methods to forcibly suppress it.

"You... how do you know?" Red Makeup Ye gritted her teeth and hissed, her hand already moving toward the hilt of the sword at her waist.

Lin Chen used his All-Knowing Eye to coldly scan her body, his tone carrying a hint of threatening amusement. "This injury has already invaded your Divine Soul. If left untreated, by the next full moon night, your proud cultivation will vanish into thin air. If you want to live, come to my post house tonight."

"I won't wait past the appointed time."

Lin Chen reigned in the horse and turned around, leaving the entire field with an extremely arrogant view of his back.

Red Makeup Ye stood in place until Lin Chen's figure disappeared. Only then did she realize her back was drenched in cold sweat. That feeling of being seen through at a glance, with even her dignity held in someone else's hand, made her grit her teeth in hatred. However, the faint pain from her old injury served as a cruel reminder: this man was her only chance for survival.

Late at night, inside a first-class room at the Hulao Pass post house.

Outside, a storm raged, and the sound of thunder echoed over the pass.

"Creak—"

The door was pushed open. Red Makeup Ye had removed her heavy red armor and appeared at the doorway wearing only a dark red, form-fitting training outfit. Rain had soaked her long hair, which clung to her heroic yet slightly pale face.

"Lin Chen, you'd better really be able to cure it." Her voice was raspy, yet she still maintained her dignity as a general.

"Close the door." Lin Chen sat on a soft couch, toying with a cup of warm spiritual tea, without even looking up.

Red Makeup Ye bit her lip and reached back to lock the door.

"Come here. Take off your top." Lin Chen put down his cup, his tone brook no argument.

Red Makeup Ye hesitated for a moment, but feeling the burning pain from her right ribs, she finally lowered her head. Her slender fingers moved to the buttons, and with the sound of fabric sliding down, a female body full of wildness and power was revealed to Lin Chen.

Unlike the frailty of ordinary women, Red Makeup Ye's skin was a healthy wheat color. Due to years of warfare, her lines were incredibly tight, and the clear mermaid lines on her abdomen exuded a sense of explosive power. However, three inches below her right ribs, on that skin that should have been as smooth as silk, there was a hideous dark purple rune.

"This is the Nine Nether Soul-Severing Curse; ordinary medical principles indeed cannot cure it."

Lin Chen stood up and walked behind her. The moment his hand touched Red Makeup Ye's back, this battle-hardened female general actually shuddered as if struck by an electric shock.

"Don't move."

Lin Chen's palm covered the rune.

In the next moment, an extremely domineering Ancestral Dragon Yang Qi surged from his palm, ruthlessly charging into Red Makeup Ye's Meridians.

"Ah—!"

Red Makeup Ye let out a pained yet beautiful cry, her entire body slumping weakly into Lin Chen's arms. The impact of that masculine aura was a hundred times more intense than the curse's outbreak. She could feel that scorching power frantically tearing the sinister curse to shreds.

With a "chi" sound, a wisp of black smoke puffed out from her pores.

Red Makeup Ye gasped for air, sweat pouring down like rain, completely soaking her thin training clothes. They clung tightly to her body, outlining her full curves that were trembling from the extreme pain and pleasure.

"The poison has been extracted." Lin Chen whispered near her ear, looking at her phoenix eyes which had become blurred and dazed. His large hand did not pull back, but instead slid slowly down her tight waistline.

"But the interest... General Ye hasn't paid yet."

Red Makeup Ye was now weak all over, her long-tense heartstrings completely snapping at this moment. She turned around, her beautiful eyes misty. The heroic aura that originally belonged to a martial general had now completely transformed into the frailty and desire of a woman.

She proactively wrapped her arms around Lin Chen's neck, her snow-white face leaning in, her breath like orchids. "You madman... as long as you can make me stronger, the interest... I'll give you as much as you want..."

On this thunderous and rainy night, Hulao Pass's most overbearing Valkyrie finally fell under Lin Chen's conquest, becoming his most obedient captive.