[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-roaring-dragon":3,"chapter-the-roaring-dragon-the-roaring-dragon-chapter-204":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},2282060,4463,"Chapter 204: Variable","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-204",204,"\u003Cp>BOOM—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dusk, as the final thunderous crash echoed from Sanjiangkou, the Three Armor Contest came to an end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Yin stood on the stage clad in a black robe, his eyes filled with the quiet satisfaction of a worthy successor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seven Wu Dao titans seated around him stared in disbelief, finally understanding Wei Wuyi’s purpose in hosting this Heroic Gathering:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Discussing the next Alliance Leader was not merely a pretext to gather everyone—but neither was he choosing from among them; he was using this opportunity to let them witness the heir of Xueying Ridge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the now-ruined yellow earth arena stood a young man over one meter ninety tall, his hair wild and matted, drenched in blood and sweat, gasping like an ox, yet his muscular shoulders and back remained towering, like a blood-soaked war god risen from the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man’s name was Wei Yin—a name never heard before, but one that would spread across Dajiangnanbei by tomorrow, overshadowing even Xie Jinhuan, the opening star, as the grand finale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most combatants in this bloodshed had won once and lost once; even Huo Zhonghu, the presumed favorite of Xueying Ridge, had only fought four matches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan had already dominated the leaderboard, but then Wei Yin, Wei Wuyi’s final disciple, emerged from behind the Sacrificial Dragon Platform and defeated all remaining undefeated challengers with nothing but his fists—eleven in total, including the direct disciples of Fengfeng Valley and veteran sect masters whose techniques were flawless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Yin did not fall; he stopped at eleven victories not because he could not fight on, but because there were no more opponents left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless martial artists in attendance, having forgotten even the rising star Xie Jinhuan, could only stare in utter astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he were merely strong, that would be enough—but what made him most terrifying was that, like Xie Jinhuan, he had just entered the First Rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason he had only just entered was the same as Xie Jinhuan’s: to secure victory, he had temporarily boosted his cultivation, spending all other time hardening his bones and refining his techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Yin was no longer merely a martial artist—he was a sword forged by Wei Wuyi’s lifetime of devotion, a blade unveiled before all sects and schools!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Wei Wuyi had merely watched calmly as Xie Jinhuan fought through the champions, unlike the other seven titans who reacted with shock and awe; only when Xie Jinhuan demonstrated noble martial virtue did he show a hint of admiration…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder, even as Xie Jinhuan became unstoppable, Wei Wuyi had only promised a top-three finish, never mentioning victory or the succession of martial legacy…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Wei Yin present, all prodigies—including Xie Jinhuan—could only compete for second or third place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wild variable affected not only martial sects, but also the Daoist and Buddhist factions monitoring the martial world’s movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a county residence, Zhang Guan of Zihui Mountain drafted a letter to the Sect Master, his eyes filled with disbelief:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When did Wei Wuyi take on such a disciple? I knew he was too generous—turns out it was ‘good water doesn’t flow to others’ fields.’ Had I known, I’d have been a fool to come cheer him on, dragging the entire martial world from afar just to prove everyone here is useless…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nan Gongye had no more interest in squabbling with the demon girl; judging from Wei Yin’s hidden depth, neither Xie Jinhuan nor the demon girl could possibly win. If this boy reached the Super Rank, he might instantly become the eighth Wu Dao titan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daqian had only three schools: Immortal, Buddhist, and Martial. Only three figures held the rank of Sect Master. She was considered Lu Wu’s successor; the Grand Disciple of Tiantai Temple, Master Fachen, was the successor to Wuxin Monk; Wei Wuyi’s successor had once been assumed to be his son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of the three were weak, but their talents and achievements, compared to historical peers, were truly unremarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this Wei Yin was no longer human—he was two or three times stronger than Xie Jinhuan at the same level, exceeding all ordinary understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nan Gongye had some guesses as to why Wei Yin was so powerful:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wei Wuyi truly had the audacity—he may have bestowed upon this boy the boon from Bing Sheng Mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhang Guan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumor that Wei Wuyi built his fortune selling hooks in Xirong was indeed false.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Wuyi, gifted from youth, studied in the capital under the tutelage of the founding elders, then traveled widely as an adult until he found Bing Sheng Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bing Sheng Mountain, like Zhuque Mausoleum, concealed a great boon. Zhang Guan did not know its exact effects, but Bing Sheng referred to Jianbing Shenjun, the god of war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After acquiring it, Wei Wuyi soared to prominence, achieving a status equal to Lu Wu and Wuxin Monk despite lacking the deep backing of the Dan Ding or Chan Ding sects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such boons were divine gifts from the Four Gods; even Sect Masters could not each possess one. This was Wei Wuyi’s foundation—giving it directly to a disciple meant abandoning his own advantage to give his successor a future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Wei Yin had spent his childhood hardening his body with this boon, then Xie Jinhuan’s single Jiazi Lotus would be utterly insufficient—the boon was too profound!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After pondering for a moment, Zhang Guan could only sigh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If that’s true, there’s nothing to be done—Jinhuan is still young, his talent and resilience undeniable; he may still overcome this boy in time…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nan Gongye spoke coldly, but inwardly she still fervently hoped Xie Jinhuan would stand alone atop the world; encountering such a freak left her deeply frustrated, yet powerless to change it…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the arena’s edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bu Yuehua stood among the crowd, gazing at the young man in the arena, a figure rivaling a human god of slaughter, her eyes filled with shock and doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an elder of the Witch Alliance, forged in the southern wilderness, if she unleashed her full power—combining witchcraft and martial arts—she could easily defeat Wei Yin with her realm advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But purely in martial arts, Wei Yin had no equal below the Super Rank. Wei Wuyi had poured countless years of effort into him—not just technique and bone structure, but even his unyielding resilience in a hundred battles left every martial artist present in despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had planned to proceed cautiously, secure six wins, preserve her strength, and enter the top three with Xie Jinhuan tomorrow, ensuring someone would claim the Tiger Bone Vine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now? Neither of them had a chance. As second and third, they would have to fight each other tomorrow before challenging Wei Yin, who had rested two days. Victory was impossible—the promised treasure hunt had become nothing more than Wei Wuyi gathering everyone to serve as mere backdrop for his final disciple…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bu Yuehua decided she should discuss this with Xie Jinhuan, who had also advanced; perhaps there was still a way to break the deadlock. She turned and walked toward the riverside ferry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the riverside ferry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone at Sanjiangkou stared at the central circular arena; one man, one ghost, and one bird did the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan sat on the window ledge, legs dangling, peering through his long-distance lens at the young man still posing in the arena, his brow furrowed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this guy really not a half-demon like He Man?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meiqiu’s large, glossy eyes, rarely showing seriousness, emitted a soft “gū jī…”—meaning: truly formidable…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Hongshang’s spiritual sense was limited, but merely observing the aura, she could discern something amiss:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Half-demons are only half a rank stronger than ordinary humans. This man’s combat aura is murderous and overwhelming; his physique and bone structure are even sturdier than yours. He must have received the Jianbing Divine Gift. This boon emerges once every sixty years—the last two recipients were Ye Ci and then Wei Wuyi. The third, by timing, should have just appeared. This man has trained for years—he must have received Wei Wuyi’s share.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan lowered his lens:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My boon, at least, I fought for step by step. To hand out something like this—how can anyone compete?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Hongshang shrugged slightly: “How can your three years of hard work compete with three generations of accumulation? The path of cultivation is not about techniques—it’s about ‘wealth, companions, methods, and location.’ When you used the Zhenglun Sword against ghost-witches, they could only stand there helplessly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan understood the truth, but he would not surrender without a fight. He began pondering his own hidden cards:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Lin’s Seal, Bingpo Armor, Minglong Spear—he had them; Wei Wuyi wouldn’t lack them either…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tiangang Club was indestructible, usable but unable to turn the tide…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhenglun Sword was for spell duels…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Golden Light Spell could block one full-power strike, but using it in a tournament risked exposure; the Qi Surge Pill could boost his realm by half a rank—but it was illegal…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only remaining card was the omnipotent A Piao!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan paused, turned to his ghost bride, intending to ask if she knew any “berserk” martial techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he saw the stunning beauty seated on the windowsill suddenly frown, gazing upstream toward Huaijiang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan turned to look—nothing unusual. He frowned:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong? Is there movement over there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Hongshang’s brow was clouded with confusion; after a long silence, she said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone is digging up a grave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan blinked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What grave?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The grave of the white-haired little Daoist girl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan frowned, recalling vaguely, bewildered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who in their right mind would dig up Zhenyao Mausoleum? Another tomb robber?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Hongshang shook her head: “I don’t know, but someone’s doing something stupid. If they wake the white-haired little Daoist girl, and she’s in a bad mood, she’ll cut from northern Danzhou to eastern Lingnan. Let’s go see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan had buried the grave only days ago—now some lunatic was digging it up. He felt baffled, turned, grabbed his gear, left a note for the ice-block saying he’d be out for a stroll and back by morning, then took Meiqiu and raced upstream along Huaijiang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, on the riverbank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bu Yuehua, wearing a veil, walked slowly beneath the frosty moonlight, silently pondering her strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before reaching the ferry, she spotted a figure leaping from the boat deck, accompanied by a large black bird, striding across the waves into the distance—her eyes filled with confusion…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>———\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This chapter hasn’t been polished—might revise after waking up. Another chapter coming this afternoon or 2.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1767,"2026-06-20T01:38:12.833Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5daab01719fb6d1c17448f636e973d4c272a7343b6746616d3de89169fd3e776","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-205","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-203",252,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-roaring-dragon-cover.jpg"]