160: This world is now ruled by men.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, nine layers of bright yellow gauze curtains hung down, completely isolating the room from outside prying eyes. Outside the hall was an Empire of intertwined power, but inside was a more primitive and pure game of strength.

Empress sat with her back to Lin Chen, perched atop the Dragon bed that symbolized the highest authority of the Great Qian Divine Dynasty. That black Dragon robe, embroidered with the five-clawed golden Dragon and representing Supreme imperial power, now lay crumpled at her feet. Under the dim candlelight, her back, originally as white as jade, was being eroded by an extremely sinister power—a hideous, enchantingly golden dragon pattern climbed all the way from her coccyx, winding up her spine, and finally baring its fangs and claws at her shoulder blades; one could even vaguely see a few golden scales pulsing faintly beneath her skin.

“I will say this once more: if you cannot cure me, this Hall of Mental Cultivation shall be your burial ground.” Empress's voice remained cold and sharp, yet within that slightly trembling tone, there was a sense of powerlessness after being stripped of her defenses.

Lin Chen looked at the hideous, dragon-like markings with a playful smile on his lips. He stepped forward and sat cross-legged behind her. As a physician, he knew better than anyone that the flaw in this so-called Nine Transformations Dragon God Technique was essentially a displacement of Yin and Yang. For the women in power within the Great Qian Divine Dynasty to practice such an extremely masculine and Yang-heavy Cultivation Technique was, in itself, a Heaven-Defying act.

“Your Majesty, when I treat a patient, I never look at power or status. I only look at... whether it’s convenient for me.”

Lin Chen slowly reached out his hand, his fingers long and powerful. When his burning palm pressed without hindrance against the core of the dragon pattern at the base of her spine—the most noble Forbidden Ground in the entire dynasty, never before touched by the opposite sex—Empress let out a startled cry, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

“Ah! You... how audacious!”

Her ivory-smooth, delicate body suddenly jolted upward, her slender fingers gripping and wrinkling the bright yellow satin of the Dragon bed. It was a sensation that mixed an electric-like numbness with a shame she had never experienced before, instantly sweeping through her entire body.

“Your Majesty, do not move. This ‘Evil Dragon’ inside you has already sensed a threat and is struggling frantically.” Lin Chen’s voice was low and calm, like a pair of powerful hands forcibly pressing her restless heart back into her chest. “If you want to live, put away that useless imperial majesty of yours.”

Lin Chen’s gaze sharpened as the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline within him began to circulate wildly. A primordial, ancient, and heavy dark-gold Dragon Qi flowed from his palm like a bursting flood, brutally surging into Empress’s withered and violent Meridians.

This was absolute Bloodline suppression.

If the Dragon Qi in Empress’s body was an “Evil Dragon” attempting to usurp the throne, then the Chaos Dragon Qi in Lin Chen’s body was the ancestor of all dragons in this world.

“Ngh... ah...”

Empress gritted her teeth, suppressing the near-collapsing moans in her throat. She felt an unprecedented warm flow of light rampaging through her body; every meridian was being widened, and every inch of skin trembled under the force of Lin Chen’s palm.

The sensation was extremely bizarre—there was the pain of Meridians tearing, yet also an extreme craving, like parched land finally welcoming a sweet rain.

Lin Chen watched the muscles of her back tighten from extreme endurance, his gaze gradually deepening. He deliberately curled his fingertips slightly, grazing her sensitive spinal groove, and spoke with a hint of aggression: “Your Majesty, relax. You’re clenching so tightly that the blood and Qi are stagnating at your tailbone. How am I supposed to apply the needles like this?”

“Shut up! You... you bold scoundrel! I... I will surely kill you... ugh...”

Empress turned her head. That face, usually aloof and peerless, was now drenched in a deep blush. Her phoenix eyes were hazy, carrying a hint of blurred longing and pleading that even she hadn't noticed. Her black hair, scattered by the intense clashing of energies, clung to her sweat-soaked neck, presenting a visual impact that was both tragic and wanton.

At that moment, the Ancestral Dragon Dharma Image behind Lin Chen flickered into view.

“Roar—!”

A dragon’s roar that could only be heard on the level of the Soul exploded.

The golden Evil Dragon that had been rampaging wildly inside Empress’s body instantly withdrew all its hostility upon sensing this Ancestral Dragon aura from the primordial Chaos, curling up and shivering in her lower abdomen’s Dantian.

“This... what is this...” Empress’s body went soft, completely losing all support. Her once-upright spine collapsed weakly, and she slumped into Lin Chen’s arms like a puddle of mud.

It was a surrender from the depths of her Bloodline.

She was the Empress of Great Qian, the Dominator of ten thousand people, but at this moment, she was merely a weak female seeking protection before a True Dragon.

Lin Chen did not let this opportunity pass. His large hand slid slowly down her waist, feeling the startling and elastic curve, leaving behind marks of his presence on her burning skin.

“Your Majesty, the Evil Dragon has been subdued. But this is only the beginning.”

Lin Chen leaned close to her ear, his warm masculine breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, causing her to shudder violently once more.

“To effect a complete cure, I will need to come every night for the next month to ‘clear’ your channels. Your Majesty... surely you won’t refuse?”

Empress was now completely lost in the daze of Bloodline suppression. Feeling Lin Chen’s strong, rhythmic heartbeat and experiencing an unprecedented sense of security and the pleasure of being dominated, her Dao Heart—which had always been as hard as ice—finally developed a crack that could not be mended.

“I... I grant your request.”

She finally cast aside all her reserve. With a blushing face, she buried her peerless features deep into the pillow embroidered with mandarin ducks, letting out a shy response as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz.

Within the curtains, an exotic fragrance filled the air.

That night, on the Dragon bed of the Great Qian Divine Dynasty, not only was an old injury healed, but a seed that would overturn the era was sown.

[Congratulations to the host! Used the Ancestral Dragon Bloodline to completely suppress the Daughter of Luck (Empress)! Empress Submission Level: 30% (Body has fallen for the first time)!] [Obtained Divine Dynasty Supreme Prestige! Obtained Passive Skill: ‘True Dragon’s Imperial Might’ (Provides a natural charm and intimidation bonus against royal females)!] [Next Goal: Imperial Capital Great Martial Arts Tournament! At that grand gathering where all officials assemble, show the entire dynasty your transcendent status as the ‘Empress’s Sole Physician’!]

Lin Chen unhurriedly covered Empress with the Dragon robe that symbolized power, concealing that blood-pumping scene of spring.

When he walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the moon was high in the sky. He looked at the towering palace complex in the distance and gave a cold smile.

“It is time for the rules of this Great Qian to be set by a man.”