[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-roaring-dragon":3,"chapter-the-roaring-dragon-the-roaring-dragon-chapter-194":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Roaring Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2282050,4463,"Chapter 194","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-194",194,"\u003Cp>September 17th night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A full moon hung in the sky; the loess land between the two rivers had become a sea of lanterns, thousands of boats large and small drifting like fireflies along the riverbanks, their noise faintly audible even across the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The large ferry was moored by the riverbank; since another round trip would miss the Hero Gathering, it had not set sail again but instead served as a temporary guest vessel and sightseeing boat for wandering cultivators with nowhere to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a room on the third floor of the big boat, Nangong Ye sat facing away from the moonlit window, eyes closed and mind still, like an unmelting iceberg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meiqiu squatted alone by the window, staring at the endless rows of barbecue stalls along the riverbank, yet felt no appetite whatsoever, as if she had already transcended the mortal world like a bird-immortal with a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bed, Xie Jinhuan lay perfectly still, having spent three days forging his body with heavenly treasures and earthly essences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the Shenglong Huo Wan pill had little effect on raising his realm, it strengthened his foundation and raised his upper limit; after digesting the elixir infused with a sixty-year-old Lotus, his speed had slightly surpassed the half-demon He Man, and other aspects had improved as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tui Fan Dan was an external elixir of the Dan Ding Sect, specifically designed to enhance meridians and qi sea, raising one’s realm; after full absorption, most of his qi sea had solidified into jade fluid, with only a small portion remaining mist-like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the “Spirit-Qi Realm” was artificially divided into first, second, and third grades, it was hard to accurately judge the boundaries based solely on physical condition—but Xie Jinhuan felt he had just stepped onto the threshold of first grade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his inhuman body, his specialized martial art for killing martial artists, and his ingrained combat experience, this level of cultivation gave him confidence to defeat a peak first-grade martial artist—but it was still not entirely secure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he had opportunities; other prodigies did too, and among those rushing to Sanjiangkou for gains, there were plenty of monsters who excelled in every aspect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could raise just a little more—to 0.75 grade—he’d be confident he was invincible below the super-grade, but he simply had no resources left to push further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the surging blood qi within him gradually stabilized, Xie Jinhuan’s consciousness stirred; he opened his eyes silently, gazing at the dark room for a moment in confusion—until he spotted the iceberg maiden seated by the window, and sighed in relief:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yun Hong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nangong Ye had cultivated in stillness for three days, her heart once as calm as still water—but the man’s voice stirred a thousand waves within her, tightening every muscle in her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he’s awake, he’ll begin detoxifying...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nangong Ye hesitated to open her eyes and respond, but without detoxifying, she couldn’t defeat the Witch Sect’s demoness; after brief deliberation, she turned her head with composure:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feels great.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan rolled over and stood up, feeling as light as a swallow, his body brimming with endless explosive power—his stubbornness could easily chip away at the ice block before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan first stretched his limbs, then stepped forward and noticed Meiqiu staring at the brightly lit streets outside—yet hadn’t gone begging. He was surprised:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh~ Why so well-behaved today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gujiji...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meiqiu didn’t turn around; her voice carried a hint of detachment, as if to say—Bird has awakened! All things have spirit, yet mortals only know mutual slaughter; bird is the knife, you are the fish...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan assumed Meiqiu was still angry with him, so he picked her up and rubbed her head, then looked out the window:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re here? So lively—I’ve never seen anything like this in my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nangong Ye, seeing the man’s waist and abdomen nearly brushing her face, leaned back slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to visit a few elders. You can wander the county town first—return early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan looked down and saw her small, disdainful, evasive gaze; he propped his hands behind him, amused:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you dodging for? Haven’t I touched you before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nangong Ye had indeed touched his abs—once, when she was dazed and unconscious—but now her lips twitched, and she turned her head away, refusing to answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan leaned down and kissed her icy cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nangong Ye shut her eyes, gritted her teeth inwardly, yet said nothing—then:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop-plop-plop~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, I’m leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan rose and began packing, then looked at Meiqiu:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, I’ll take you to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gujiji...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meiqiu had lost all worldly desires; she turned and flew onto the bed, lying down to sleep at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan frowned slightly but said nothing; after washing up and tidying his attire, he turned and stepped out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nangong Ye maintained her aloof, turned-away posture until the door shut—then she exhaled softly, rose, fastened her veil hat, and left the room...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moon shone bright, stars sparse; Jiangan County buzzed with voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan walked along the central street of the county town, finally understanding the meaning of “crowded heads.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets glowed with lanterns, yet all one could see were moving conical hats, veil hats, and skulls—traffic was paralyzed; horses and carts could no longer enter the county.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a child reading books, Xie Jinhuan had once dreamed of martial gatherings—but he never imagined such scale. And it wasn’t all fighting; it resembled a temple fair, with countless wandering cultivators setting up stalls along the streets:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fortune-telling, aura-reading, bone-assessment—disciple of Huang Lin’s Pavilion in Northern Zhou...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Swords and blades from Longyun Valley—the valley master is at Fengbo Tower; if fake, I’ll take full blame...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Newly printed Jianghu Gazette from Danyang Academy—essential for young heroes just entering the world; young hero, buy one? Includes portraits of all the beauties...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan paused, pulled out thirty cash, and bought a book; on its cover was a beautiful female martial artist holding a sword backward, ethereal and divine, her features delicately drawn, her figure graceful—but beneath it, the name read: “Nangong Ye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My dream bride looks like this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan frowned slightly; this was a hundred times worse than the ice block—only the cold aura bore slight resemblance. He flipped through other beauties: there was Bu Yuehua, the Immortal, depicted as a poison-cultivation witch with a cloak and a small vial at her waist...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you can’t even see her face...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped through portraits of Wei Wuyi, Duan Yuechou of Fengshan Assembly, Yang Qing of Jingzhou Gang, Shen Jinyu of Xueyu Tower—all looked plausible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he reached Lu Wu’s portrait, he threw the book down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Wu looked forty-something, yet the book showed an old man of a hundred—besides the clichéd immortal aura, there was not a single resemblance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the county town was so crowded, Ye Hongshang emerged—no room to manifest fully, so she became a one-foot-tall sprite perched on his shoulder, still carrying her red umbrella and wearing high heels, scanning the crowd:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are quite a few martial maidens—want me to help you pick one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan stared at the one-foot-tall ghost bride, blinked, reached out to touch her—she slapped his finger, and he pulled back:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re being generous now, but if I really flirt, you’ll get jealous again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh~ It’s just another pair of chopsticks at home—I wouldn’t quarrel with a newcomer...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan had nothing else to do, so he wandered the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Hongshang became a “ghost radar,” scanning the diverse crowds on both sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the county town was small, as they neared Fengbo Tower—the residence of the super-grade masters—the tiny ghost bride on his shoulder looked toward a roadside inn:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There—that girl is unusual. Beautiful, with a magic treasure masking her qi. Strong yang energy—can’t tell her true level...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan turned his gaze; the inn’s hall was packed, a storyteller narrating the rise of Jingzhou’s canal guild:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a table by the window sat a veiled female martial artist, dressed in deep blue robes with a beige sand-shielding cloak, a sword strapped to her back. Though her face was hidden, her aura was gentle and refined—sitting there, she was like a peach blossom exuding quiet fragrance: alluring without vulgarity, charming without seduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan, hearing “strong yang energy,” asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could this girl also be afflicted by the Burnt Immortal Gu ?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—she carries a supreme yang treasure that masks all her qi. Nothing else can be seen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan considered briefly, then shook his head: “Sanjiangkou is full of hidden tigers and dragons—more than a handful of super-grade masters. If even you can’t see her level, casual approaches will invite trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Hongshang twirled her tiny umbrella like a succubus whispering in his ear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This girl is truly beautiful. Asking won’t get you beaten. Aren’t you powerful? If you can find out her name today, I’ll step on you again—this time, I’ll definitely undo the bow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan had no resistance to the ghost bride’s beauty trap. Since he had nothing else to do, after brief hesitation, he followed her ghostly advice and turned into the inn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inn was packed; the storyteller was recounting how Yang Qing rose to power:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They say Yang Qing, at twenty, defeated Du Mushan and became famous overnight, rising to lead Jingzhou. In just twenty years, he now ranks among the Seven Martial Titans...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t Du Mushan end up as Li Gongpu’s dog?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes—Li Gongpu’s entire family was wiped out by the Empress Dowager’s favorite, and Du Mushan vanished without a trace...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan entered the hall wearing his conical hat, ignoring the tale, glanced around, and approached the only vacant seat beside the veiled martial artist:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Full house—mind if I sit here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman slightly lifted her veil, glanced at him, then bowed gracefully and returned her gaze to the storyteller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan sat beside her, listened briefly, then spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Du Mushan was a pity—twenty years ago, a mighty warlord, yet ended up as a servant to a court flatterer. I once met him—he never looked like the kind who’d ever fought Yang Qing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veiled woman acted as if she hadn’t heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan’s attempt at small talk hit another cold wall; he felt awkward, but to satisfy the ghost bride and earn the bow’s release, he thought again, glancing at her attire: “You’re not a sword cultivator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veiled woman’s hat shifted slightly; her gaze turned toward him:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why do you say that, young hero?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was soft, mature, and gentle—like a serene matron, evoking warmth like spring breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan sensed this girl was no ordinary person; he smiled faintly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your sword is too new—made by Fengshan Assembly, probably bought just now at a weapons stall near the county gate. Also, among martial cultivators, each sect has its customs. Carrying a sword on your back is for quick draw—look at that female martial artist over there...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan slightly lifted his chin, gesturing toward a spirited female swordsman seated across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veiled woman turned her gaze, noting that the female swordsman also carried a sword on her back—but her left shoulder faced the wall, the hilt pointing outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan continued: “Sitting like this, if an opponent attacks from anywhere in the hall, you can draw your sword in one motion. The left side is a wall—no one’s there—so you leave your blind spot there. But your right shoulder faces the wall and the window. Imagine I strike from the hall—you’d have to twist awkwardly to draw your sword and counter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veiled woman could use a sword; she sat here because she primarily used a dao, hidden beneath her cloak and hung at her left hip—she could draw it instantly when trouble came, and leaning against the corner was safer. But pulling a sword from behind to strike an enemy on her left? That would indeed be awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she sat in Xie Jinhuan’s position, drawing her sword would be smoother—but to draw her dao, she’d have to cut the table first, creating slight obstruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master, sharp eyes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wouldn’t say I have sharp eyes—you surely know all this yourself. You just grabbed any weapon at hand, never intending to use it for defense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan studied the veiled woman’s posture:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your hands rest folded on your waist—very graceful. But this pose also suits pulling something from your waist—like hidden weapons—with a flick of the wrist, no warning, and your sleeves obscure the opponent’s view. So I suspect you use hidden weapons. Of course, you might simply prefer this dignified posture, raised in a noble family since childhood.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veiled woman carefully studied Xie Jinhuan, then fixed her gaze on the black cloth-wrapped weapon at his hip:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master, hanging your weapon on your left hip doesn’t seem right either, sitting like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan spread his hands slightly and smiled: “There’s only this table. If I don’t sit here, I’d have to face the window with my back to the hall. Sure, I’d be closer to you—but the hall is full of people; I’d feel uneasy with my back exposed. Besides, this position lets me block your flying daggers more easily, especially those coming from under the table.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veil hid her face, but she likely smiled:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young master, you’re an expert—and quite witty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan truly feared she might hurl a flying dagger at him. His left hand rested casually on the table, but he was ready to seize his Heaven-Piercing Iron Club—too close to draw it in time, so he’d have to block with the scabbard. In truth, this was a risky move to flirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the Jianghu, you must never harbor ill intent—but never let your guard down. We’ve talked so long, yet I still don’t know your identity. May I ask, which sect do you belong to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veiled woman fell silent for a moment, then nodded:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t change my name when I walk, nor my surname when I sit—I’m Hua Ruyue of Qingming Sword Manor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clouds think of robes, flowers…” Wait?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan had been about to recite a poem, but his expression froze. He stared at the female swordsman across from him, mouth opening, then closing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bu Yuehua noticed the handsome young master’s odd expression and blinked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you heard my story?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan sensed a huge story lay behind this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strongly doubted her identity—if true, then the Ice Block’s identity was suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Qingming Sword Manor was a tiny sword sect, with only three or five members per generation—how could two such stunning beauties appear so frequently?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Ice Block also concealed her aura with a magic treasure—both their disguises were similar…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though this woman didn’t seem to rely on her back-slung sword, not quite like a professional swordsman, he couldn’t be certain she couldn’t wield one—maybe she sat this way to guard against attackers from the window…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If both were real…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then what kind of female sword immortal must the Qingming Sword Manor’s mistress be…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan hesitated long, then asked to confirm:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In my travels, I once met a female swordsman named Mu Yunhong. Have you heard of her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bu Yuehua sat up slightly, scrutinizing the young master:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. About your height, dressed in a black dress, carrying a sword with a blue scabbard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan was genuinely startled—this woman knew the Ice Block:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really? That’s a coincidence. May I ask, how are you related to that female swordsman?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m her senior sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh no—I’ve flirted with my sister-in-law…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan felt deeply awkward, bowed respectfully:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re Sister Hua. My apologies for my earlier rudeness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bu Yuehua nodded in return: “Are you surnamed Xie?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan hadn’t expected that after just a few words, he’d learned nothing—yet this woman had already uncovered his entire identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this woman my karmic obstacle…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… how did you figure it out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your appearance, your martial skill—there are few young men in the Great Qian Jianghu as outstanding as you, Young Master Xie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, you flatter me. Well, uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where is Yunhong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan had already “ruined” her younger sister. Without consulting the Ice Block, how could he bring her back? He bowed apologetically:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mu the swordsman is also at Sanjiangkou, but I don’t know her exact whereabouts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bu Yuehua had seen the Purple Emblem Mountain people yesterday—no surprise they were here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That they knew Xie Jinhuan was also logical—he was a rising star of the righteous path, rose to fame in Danyang, and had murky ties with the enemy sect’s disciple…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t understand why Nan Gong Ye used the alias from their first meeting…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could there be something hidden behind this…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Bu Yuehua grew slightly suspicious, and softly said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came here without Yunhong’s knowledge. Don’t tell her. If we meet again in public, pretend you don’t know me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan frowned: “Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bu Yuehua explained gently: “Qingming Sword Manor has a rule: the sect master passes only to the most capable disciple. Yunhong and I are sisters in daily life, but in this matter, we must compete. I don’t know where she is; she doesn’t know where I am. If you accidentally meet me and betray me to her, you’ll make an enemy of me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan understood—the rivalry between the Qingming Sword Manor sisters!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this flirtation had gotten complicated—he clearly couldn’t offend his sister-in-law…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they fought, and he sided with either, his future marriage would face insurmountable resistance…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan sensed the situation was turning dangerous and rose:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In that case, I’ll pretend I never met you, Sister Hua. I’ll take my leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bu Yuehua didn’t try to keep the future husband of her obedient disciple—she merely nodded slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Until we meet again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan fled swiftly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The following text is not counted toward word count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine thousand characters—this makes up for yesterday’s chapter or2!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My monthly votes are almost full—still asking for more monthly votes or2!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many thanks to the Grand Patron 【Katihiya Master】!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many thanks to the Ten-Thousand-Silver Patrons 【I’m a Proper Person】【fengguo139】【One Pool of Grass】【I Am Yan Emperor】【anchovy】【storymaker】【Red Bean Longing】!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many thanks to all patrons for your support, monthly votes, and recommendations or2!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",3063,"2026-06-20T01:38:11.747Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6b1ba0c5ea6b6982b9c860cb00aff6965e1cd1fa77cc3ff31c6b905cd99ded8f","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-195","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-193",252,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-roaring-dragon-cover.jpg"]