Chapter 1430: NO．46：Drug Property Correlation

NO．46：Drug Property Correlation

Xi Qifeng's words are not wrong; it's as if in some works, those with superhuman strength and exceptionally robust physiques paradoxically get drunk from just a sip of alcohol, which is highly contrary to common sense.

Federal common sense is very realistic: the stronger the physique, the greater its advantage in alcohol tolerance and breakdown; a demon's physique is naturally different from ordinary people, and postnatal tempering further raises the standard, allowing him to unconsciously surpass ordinary people even more.

Nowadays, even without relying on demon transformation, his strength is hardly different from that of untrained high school horse girls, and he's even a bit tougher-skinned and fleshier than them.

That is hardly surprising.

Among the races that practice cultivation in this world, few are as specialized as horse girls.

They don't pursue the bucket-style cultivation of mana, health, defense, and regeneration; instead, they obsess over achieving the ultimate speed-focused build within the limited source-energy domain.

The result is muscles with astonishing growth potential, paired with skin and bones that struggle to improve even with external force.

This often leads horse girls to encounter unexpected injuries during training and competition, and it makes the trainers' orally transmitted training essentials frequently emphasize physical examinations and physical training.

Nevertheless, even so, under the association's list of drug restrictions, strengthening the horse girls' internal organs remains a slow and meticulous process, leading many rather extreme trainers to simply skip spending time on it.

They choose a more costly approach for horse girls: just to shine on the racecourse, then go straight to the hospital afterward.

Relying on contemporary technology that can heal most internal and external injuries without hidden risks, they repeatedly damage and heal the horse girls' bodies—as long as they don't die, they can be salvaged. This approach was once jointly boycotted on a large scale by the industry and audiences, but even now it still has some obscure continuation.

Those countless industry practices that downplay horse girls' physique building, focusing only on basic five-attribute training—strength, endurance, intelligence, will, and speed—are considered the foundational remnants of this path.

This is even a great way widely recognized by the world, and it alternatively proves that everyone is a compromise—in the past, solely training those five attributes to the point that horse girls frequently got injured would be deemed inhumane by the public and fans, but after the exploits of those crazy-cup trainers were exposed.

The latter was strongly opposed, leading the association to add related provisions.

The former, conversely, gradually gained acceptance and is now mainstream in public training.

The situation cannot be considered a deterioration, because technology is still developing.

Under the Three Goddesses Source Energy Tree, the number of skills increases each year, largely inseparable from the warning bell rung by the predecessors' suffering; source-energy techniques that also strengthen the physique are beginning to flourish.

At the same time, the improvement of medical technology, while not as uniquely innovative as the former, has a somewhat constipated feeling of a bottleneck period, but thanks to decades of accumulation, it too can achieve some growth that is pleasing to see.

Both advances compensate for the horse girls' injuries and suffering from an external-force perspective, but evidently, even if processing ability improves, it merely treats symptoms, not the root cause.

As long as the industry's mindset and the trainers' trends retain this fundamental internal hidden danger, the hospital's business can continue long-term and frequently.

Of course, it's not just about earning money from horse girls.

Like the trainer prince before Aomo, in his known information he is often a regular hospital visitor.

The reasons given to the public are always varied, but in Aomo's view the conclusion…… is mostly that they got kicked by horse girls.

Merely being a regular at the hospital usually doesn't strengthen his drinking capacity; on the contrary, Aomo Lindun, over the past two months, has either been trained by banquets of Eastern upper‑class social style, or has had his girlfriend put her arm around his neck and pour gourd liquor down his throat, occasionally even dispensing with the gourd at home.

The result of such high intensity is naturally an increase in his drinking capacity in the postnatal sense.

And he must also occasionally focus on dietary therapy management.

Not only the kidneys, but the liver also needs strengthening, and in the end all five viscera and six bowels must be cared for together; Aomo is not a horse girl, so he need not worry about so many cultivation methods and drug selections, or dosage restrictions.

Like his predecessors, heavy wallet bleeding is unavoidable, but compared to spending money on injuries in the trainer field, his expenses for conditioning and strengthening his physique show clearly visible results.

It's either in life sensations, or in the stock‑price trends of the monster industry in Boundary Gate District.

——Those banquets of his are naturally for that purpose.

Even if the agency's rank is raised, his position as director likewise rises, so that many in the industry come seeking fame, together with the clientele seeking help, forming many unsolicited connections; the banquets that truly require him to set out still originate from the goal he conceived and finalized at the end of the previous year.

Not for personal participation.

He actually has no spare capacity to attend from cause to effect.

Just as he has never raised any plants since childhood, the only animal he has ever raised is called Morison Lindun.

He is still keen on freeloading off others' pets, even though those small animals are usually not very affectionate toward him, or simply unwilling to get close.

But occasionally there are exceptions, such as kept raptors, ferocious beasts, and reptiles and the like.

This uniqueness lets him further appreciate the beauty of beastliness, and makes him more convinced that he has no affinity with those refined, easy‑going animals and plants.

But this world has long been occupied by civilization; even untamable wild beasts are still kept in larger enclosures, seeking a limited wildness in the painstakingly crafted outdoors, whose essence is no different from domestication.

The only difference remains that, despite being limited, it is still a striking wildness.

Wildness lets it stand on its own, lets it grow strong, lets it need only favorable weather, leaving everything else for them to figure out themselves.

That is enough.

The Rainbow Snake God grants them favorable weather.

Aomo Lindun has no intention of personally founding a monster‑domain enterprise, but he is willing to create the environment for such enterprises to survive and to broaden the space for their development.

He can achieve this by relying on his reputation, influence, past achievements, and future potential.

And, built upon these, his eloquence.

This brings about one banquet after another, and also involves his identity as a trainer.

In Boundary Gate District, a city where the upper layers are often connected to the horse‑racing world, such involvement is inevitably unavoidable—in fact, it's a good thing.

While he adds bricks and tiles to the monster domain's construction and promises future investment, he can also incidentally gain investment from the horse‑racing side; besides that, among those countless banquets there is a subtle point: Aomo's reputation in the upper layers is not limited to just the two fields of monster users and trainers.

It also appears on that ditch's voting website, and in the frequent cooperation between the agency's mercenaries and a certain Teqiju director, where the 'shenbi' reputation is discussed.

This, while the two sides remain like a Cold War with no contact, inevitably brings some hesitation and predicament from those self‑smart and rash banquet‑goers, even……

At tables outside the monster‑enterprise development field, he can likewise hear people talking to him about that person.

Just like the trainers' second team‑building after the school opening now.

"Trainer Lindun, since I first cooperated with Director Shihuai Ya, I've wanted to meet you; it took my family's elders a long time to hesitate, and only after things settled did they allow me to come bother you."

"Whether it's the matter at the initial monster exhibition, or later Commander Black's affairs, or those several attacks in the second half of last year, my wife and I know them all inside out."

"? May I ask, ma'am…… uh, never mind, I won't ask."

"As expected of Trainer Lindun, you understand without being told."

"You flatter me."

"Eh~ no~ my wife often hears Director Shihuai Ya praise your abilities, and she keeps urging me to visit you, but I also need to pay attention to my family elders' opinions, so please don't take offense."

Horse racing has ultimately replaced time‑travel culture, becoming the foremost industry in the economy and culture of Boundary Gate District today.

In the central training team that stood at the forefront of the horse racing circle's trainer world, someone would actually bring up to him the specific details of those several shocking assault cases, and even use Shi Huaiya's recent situation as a topic to get close to him; that was indeed the background detail of some family scion, which inevitably made Aomo think of the symbolic family.

But the other's language and speaking style are obviously the Eastflame version.

That did not put Aomo at ease; rather, in his impression, the old families of Eastflame were far more numerous and older than those of Jidong.

Old is the foundation, but it is not always the foundation.

Everything in Aomo's eyes needed updating; along with the birth of a heavy legacy often came heavy dross. Even if the other party proactively came over with a drink, he ought not to have too much contact with them, but a single glance told him they were loving with their wife, and he also heard that the other's wife seemed acquainted with Bicuikes, for Bicuikes did not have the trait of gossiping privately with work colleagues.

He instead raised his cup and clinked it with the other's under the surprised gaze of Xiqifeng.

Nothing of the sort.

In fact, I used to keep to myself in the past; only this year did I start actively socializing with people, so it's not too late at all.