[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-roaring-dragon":3,"chapter-the-roaring-dragon-the-roaring-dragon-chapter-244":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},2282100,4463,"Chapter 244","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-244",244,"\u003Cp>Although late, the landlady had prepared his lodging thoroughly—complete with parlor, bedroom, and even a small hot spring bath behind, fed by flowing warm water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As night deepened, Xie Jinhuan shed his robes and leaned back in the misty bath; as his limbs sank into the warm water, days of hardship and fatigue gradually melted away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only regret was the absence of a few serving beauties—otherwise, this would have been true post-battle bliss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Xie Jinhuan was thinking this, his ever-present ghost bride appeared, as expected, inside the bath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To match the setting, Ye Hongshang had donned a red gauze dress, its petal embroidery covering her vital parts, with a snug red cloth below, leaning against the bath’s edge like a soul-stealing serpent maiden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Xie Jinhuan instantly perked up, leaning forward and reaching out to sneak a touch—though he didn’t fully breach the veil, his hand was promptly slapped down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You still have the heart for bliss? Don’t you know you’re in deep trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan glanced at his ever-changing ghost bride, frowning slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Ye Hongshang had sealed part of her memories, she still recalled her past with Xiao Qixia—how they’d ruthlessly seized treasures. Now, with a flick of her wrist, she produced a crystal ball and began replaying scenes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan leaned close to watch, and soon the ball showed images:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cramped, crowded tree hollow, lit by dim orange firelight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A plump, radiant Bu Xianzi lay in a man’s arms—tall, statuesque, her skin dazzlingly pale and delicate, every subtle texture visible on the lush, emerald-green flesh…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holy shit—?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan’s eyes narrowed, and he quickly raised his hand:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no—this isn’t appropriate. Uh… Bu Qianbei’s status is special, it’s indeed troublesome, but…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he finished, the crystal ball suddenly went black, then switched to another scene—his mischievous ghost bride added:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, mistake.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan suspected his ghost bride was deliberately giving him a treat, but he couldn’t scold her for it—so he turned back to the replay, realizing his trouble was indeed serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene showed two women: one, a red-haired female spear-wielder clad in golden armor, majestic and formidable—clearly his benefactor, the Female Martial God.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other, a girl with a childlike face and voluptuous breasts, dressed in a green Daoist robe—clearly Mo Mo, his ancestral master, and his icy teacher, though back then she still had black hair, radiating spiritual energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The playback sped through, but the pattern was simple: the Female Martial God sought treasures; Qixia got there first; they clashed repeatedly; finally, the Female Martial God broke down and started stealing Qixia’s opportunities—but lost nine out of ten times…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the Female Martial God was mortally wounded and dissolved her body; both women joined the Wu Sect’s chaos, and at the last moment, buried their grudges. Qixia, tears streaming, gave all the treasures they’d fought over to the Female Martial God and the Guo clan, compensating what she couldn’t repay with other resources—including, but not limited to—the Northern Zhou national treasure, the Dragon Emperor’s Mallet; the Tiger Bone Vine Phoenix Feather Grass, the Jiazi Lotus; the Fish-Scale Copper Purple Gold Stone…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of these heavenly treasures could make a top-tier cultivator green with envy—yet Qixia the Old Demon returned them in two massive wooden chests!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Female Martial God’s heart was freed; she rode a crane westward. Qixia, having lost her rival-friend, wept uncontrollably…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now the Female Martial God isn’t dead!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan knew the White-Haired Immortal’s nature—like him, she only took from others, never let others take from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that her archenemy had faked her death and stolen most of her wealth, what would happen when the White-Haired Immortal emerged from her seclusion and found out? Would she not instantly turn into a white-haired porcupine of rage?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was stuck right in the middle—he might not survive this…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing the gravity, Xie Jinhuan sat up straighter:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… before Qixia entered seclusion, she said she’d let go of all grudges and planned to retire quietly somewhere, watching flowers bloom and fade, clouds gather and drift…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Hongshang tucked away the crystal ball and shrugged slightly:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qixia may have let go—but only because countless rivals died in the Wu Sect chaos, and the Female Martial God’s self-sacrifice to avoid demonic transformation struck her hardest; she wept for half a year on Purple Banner Mountain. If she finds out she was tricked… tsk tsk tsk…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan didn’t know what scene would unfold, but Qixia, having suffered such a loss, would surely demand tenfold retribution—make the Female Martial God understand what cruelty meant…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a complete disaster…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan pondered carefully and asked:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qixia’s seclusion isn’t over yet—can we resolve this feud early?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Hongshang shook her head: “No. Either Guo the Beauty returns every treasure, or Xiao Qixia strips her down to her underwear. You’re on your own.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan took a deep breath. He couldn’t handle this now, and the White-Haired Immortal wouldn’t emerge for some time—he could only “trust future wisdom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This idle chat lasted only moments when outside came Lin Wanyi’s anxious voice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xie Jinhuan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan turned at once with a smile:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, I’m just…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door burst open, followed by a flurry of footsteps…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap-tap-tap…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan frowned, sensing trouble, and quickly submerged himself deeper in the bath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, just as the stunning, glasses-wearing beauty peeked in, a swarm of women surged forward—Mo Mo tried to warn them but was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zisu, nimble as ever, followed right behind her aunt; she glanced at the misty bath and Xie Lang’s water-slicked form, froze for a moment—before Lin Wanyi, face flushed, clapped her hands over Zisu’s eyes:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Out, out, out…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eee~ I didn’t see anything…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zisu tried to pull her hands down for another peek, but her merciless aunt shoved her out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ling, a guest in a foreign land, unfamiliar with the room layout, had just stepped in with her left foot when she realized the situation—she yanked it back, but cast a strange, lingering glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duoduo’s eyes lit up; she rushed in, playing the doting little maid, grabbing soap and washcloths:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why didn’t Young Master Xie call a maid to bathe him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maids behind her also peered curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan, being watched while bathing, felt deeply awkward: “Princess, wait a moment—I’ll be out right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ling, satisfied he was unharmed, called Duoduo out, her tone calm:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. You’ve traveled far—rest well. As for Northern Zhou matters, I’ll handle them. Don’t worry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I met a justice constable on the way—he already told me the situation on Lishan. Princess, you needn’t trouble yourself; I can handle it myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that so?” Zhao Ling found it dubious but didn’t press further. She left with her maids, noticing that among them all, Mo Mo was the most reserved—standing outside the room, eyes averted as if avoiding impropriety. Zhao Ling frowned, grabbed her friend, and shoved her inside:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qingmo, take care of him. Check if Xie Jinhuan has any injuries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qing Mo, take good care of him and check if Xie Jinhuan has any injuries.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linghu Qingmo froze—just as she turned, the door slammed shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan didn’t refuse this—reached out to pull Qingmo closer—but she was utterly unaccustomed to serving a man’s bath. Once her friend left, she tried to flee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Lin Wanyi, having sent Zisu away, slipped in quietly to see her lover—and seeing Qingmo about to leave, stepped aside:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Linghu Miss, you should rest early. I’ll take care of him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Linghu, go rest early; I’ll handle this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linghu Qingmo had much to say to Xie Jinhuan—being chased out right after meeting felt absurd. She hesitated, then stepped forward, blocking the path:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s bathing—why are you going in? We wait outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi blinked, her expression: “How novel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How else am I supposed to examine him on land? You want me to jump in wearing this dress?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qingmo thought she could just squat beside the bath—but before she could reply, the seductive sister stepped into the water with long legs, treating her as if she weren’t there…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan, seeing Wanyi enter in her battle armor, lost his train of thought—his hand rose instinctively to pat the moon—but Qingmo was watching, so he turned back and ventured:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why don’t you bathe too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linghu Qingmo’s gaze turned icy—clearly: Even if I bathe, would I bathe with you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi turned Xie Jinhuan’s face back to her, leaned him against her side, and took his wrist to feel his pulse:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, she won’t bathe. Are you in pain? You look drained—why do you have burns?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as soon as he stepped in, he saw Lin Wanyi, tall and curvaceous, unfastening her dark green long dress at the bath’s edge, revealing lace undergarments and black garter stockings, her plump, radiant white moonlight blinding him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan was caught between two rocks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linghu Qingmo stood alone behind them, watching Wanyi’s tender intimacy—she took a deep breath, hesitated, then clenched her teeth and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you taking off your clothes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi was also shy, but this little Daoist nun was truly an obstruction—she could not show weakness in front of her, so she turned back, speaking with firm conviction:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How can I examine his body while standing on shore? Are you telling me to jump in wearing a skirt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linghu Qingmo thought she could just crouch beside them, but before she could object, the flirtatious sister had already stepped into the water with long strides, treating her as if she weren’t even there…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jin saw Wanyi entering the water in her battle attire, his thoughts growing hazy; he raised his hand instinctively to pat the moon, but Qingmo was still watching, so he turned back and ventured:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why don’t you wash too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linghu Qingmo’s gaze turned cold—clearly implying: Even if I washed, could I wash with you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi turned Xie Jin’s face back toward her, resting it against her side, and took his wrist to feel his pulse:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, she won’t wash. Are you in pain? You look utterly drained—how did you get burns?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jin was caught between two difficult choices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Linghu Qingmo stood alone behind them, watching Lin Wanyi and Xie Jin’s tender intimacy; she drew a deep breath, weighed her options, then gritted her teeth and turned to leave the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click-clack~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan thought Meiqiu had stormed off in anger, but the sound zipped to the next room in an instant, then flew back, rustling outside…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi turned around, puzzled, but the door opened again moments later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Ji Qingmo, who had been wearing a thick winter dress, now wore a silky white nightgown reaching below the knees, revealing her pale lower legs and taut waist-hip lines; though her face flushed, her aura remained icy cold as she stepped to the edge of the bath and plunged in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi was splashed in the face and immediately frowned sharply:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you bathing in clothes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Ji Qingmo’s nightgown was of exquisite fabric—though clinging tightly to her curves after immersion, it remained opaque, revealing nothing indecent; his gaze dared not stray toward the areas covered by the towel, instead fixing on the opposite figure, the “Soul Doctor”:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you dressed too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Wanyi glanced down at her sensual magic artifact, bit her lip, and replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You call this clothing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know that, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan indeed felt the thrill of a brief separation surpassing a new marriage—he couldn’t withstand this. Meiqiu had never known intimacy; to reach this point was already extraordinary. He refrained from stoking the fire or pushing further, wrapping both of them in one arm each:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, let’s get serious—I think I was ambushed and nearly killed by a demonic Daoist. The situation is extremely grave and urgent…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Hu Ji Qingmo grew serious at once, ready to ask questions—only to notice the lecher beside her, his left hand sliding effortlessly into Lin’s lace magic artifact, gripping the “big bowl,” making Lin Wanyi shudder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Ji Qingmo had been pinched before, but never witnessed this scene. She wanted to say the safe word—but this wasn’t her being bullied, it was Lin. To waste such an opportunity was a shame. So she stared at the ceiling, pretending not to see, listening to Xie Jinhuan’s account.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xie Jinhuan truly pushed further—seeing her silent, his hand began sliding down her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let her examine your body properly. If you move again, I’ll drag her out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not leaving. If anyone leaves, it’s you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, fine, let’s get serious…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Ji Qingmo had long endured this idiot’s bickering, and Xie Jinhuan only pretended to speak seriously while his hands showed no restraint. She had no choice but to act swiftly—better short pain than long. She efficiently rubbed his shoulders and washed his face, yet her eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, avoiding anything she shouldn’t see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splash splash…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xie Jinhuan leaned in the bath, one arm around each, speaking of his arduous journey from the Southern Frontier to Beizhou, but his real focus was on their reactions. The ghostly bride, who had originally been lounging across the bath watching, grew bored halfway and drifted over, settling into his arms to join the spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With triple the delight, Xie Jinhuan felt his body nearly bursting with blood heat…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2253,"2026-06-20T01:38:12.833Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","998d40876872552f82ae82f76c0935959f5a0be0c745a1c92a908497d2419a33","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-245","the-roaring-dragon-chapter-243",252,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-roaring-dragon-cover.jpg"]