Roaring Dragon-Chapter 67: Do Heroic Spirits Fear Foul Winds and Evil?

Clatter—

The door burst open.

Lin Wanyi, Yang Dabiao, Liu Qingzhi, and a whole crowd stood clustered in the doorway. From the corner, Meiqiu poked out his head:

“Guji?”

Linghu Qingmo shot up like she’d been electrocuted, coughed once, and forced a calm, nothing-happened expression:

“Nothing, he... he was just clearing his throat.”

Yang Dabiao and Liu Qingzhi were seasoned men. One glance at Linghu Qingmo’s flushed cheeks, and they knew something was off. They looked over at the “main wife” by the bed, opened their mouths to say something, but wisely swallowed their words and backed away from the door.

“Nice weather today.”

“Yeah, real sunny...”

“Gu?”

Meiqiu looked up at the sky, which was still only faintly light with the first pale streaks of dawn. His expression clearly meant—Where’s the sun, exactly? freewēbnoveℓ.com

Lin Wanyi, who had been forced into the role of “calming consort” the day before, had made some heavy sacrifices. Now, seeing the scene inside the room, her eyes twitched ever so slightly with emotion. She was going to turn and leave, but before she could shut the door behind her—

“Wait!”

Xie Jinhuan, desperate to escape the ward, couldn’t afford to waste time playing house with Mo-Mo:

“Miss Lin! My head’s all fuzzy. I might blurt out anything at any moment! If you’re not around, I might accidentally spill our private stuff. Like that time a few days ago when you were bathing at my place...”

“Pffft—!”

Lin Wanyi’s face flushed instantly. She snapped:

“There’s nothing between us! Stop spouting nonsense!”

“You sure about that?”

“...”

She had meant to firmly deny any personal involvement, but then she remembered—she was a demonic sect witch, and Xie Jinhuan knew everything.

If he really lost control of his mouth and started talking, she’d be in serious trouble.

Realizing the danger, she quickly dropped the denial. Biting her lip, she glanced at Linghu Qingmo:

“Miss Linghu, let me take over for a bit. You should go rest.”

The “official girlfriend” had spoken. If Linghu Qingmo stayed any longer, Lin Wanyi might yank her hair out. So she stood up reluctantly:

“He’s been trying to sneak out non-stop. Don’t let him get his way.”

“I understand. Thank you for your hard work.”

Lin Wanyi folded her hands at her waist and waited until Linghu Qingmo was gone before closing the door. She stepped over, observing Xie Jinhuan’s face with a complicated look, as though unsure what to say.

Xie Jinhuan could guess—she was trying to determine whether he remembered what happened last night. He looked up at her with an innocent gaze:

“I was a little out of it yesterday. Like a bratty kid, all grabby hands. I must’ve really offended you, Miss Lin...”

“Tch!”

Lin Wanyi had originally planned to play dumb and let it slide, but Xie Jinhuan wasn’t even pretending! Her brain short-circuited, and she swatted his shoulder:

“You shameless bastard, I—”

“Hisss~”

Xie Jinhuan winced—his body was still covered in injuries.

Startled, Lin Wanyi immediately helped him up again:

“You... When you’re better, I’m so coming for you! If it weren’t for the lives you saved last night, I’d have chopped your damn hand off...”

Her face was burning red. She couldn’t even meet his eyes.

Xie Jinhuan knew how much she’d had to endure. He gave a soft, bitter smile:

“I’m rootless—floating through the martial world, licking blood from the blade every day. Who knows how long I’ll last? I do admire beauty, but I fear I can’t shoulder the responsibility that comes with it.

“Yesterday... I wasn’t sure I’d come back alive. I acted on impulse. Then the medicine kicked in, and my actions were—yeah, not exactly proper.

“But I, Xie Jinhuan, don’t dodge what I’ve done. If Miss Lin doesn’t mind, I’ll take responsibility without a word.”

Lin Wanyi’s face froze in shock. The directness in his eyes sent a tremor through her heart.

Wait... what does that mean?

Is... is he confessing to me?!

What do I do?!

...

At that moment, a certain hidden ghost-wife whispered in Xie Jinhuan’s ear:

“Oho~ Look at you—thick-skinned and bold.”

...?

Xie Jinhuan ignored her teasing.

Lin Wanyi was visibly restless, torn between fleeing and fainting. But Xie Jinhuan had gone full frontal—she couldn’t dodge it. After struggling for a moment, she stammered:

“Yesterday... you were drugged and in a rush to save people. I was too naggy, so I can’t blame you completely. You did save hundreds of lives. So... I’ll pretend nothing happened last night. As for anything else, well... we’ll talk later.”

Xie Jinhuan sighed softly:

“Alright. Another time, then. But can you untie me first?”

Lin Wanyi was still flushed, but when she heard this, her eyes widened slightly and she shoved him back down onto the bed:

“You’re still drugged! You were just talking nonsense! What if you go nuts again when I untie you?”

Xie Jinhuan blinked:

“Huh? You too?! I was speaking from the heart, with sincerity!”

“I don’t believe you!”

Lin Wanyi was panicking inside, and spoke sternly:

“You’re clearly still not yourself. You’re spouting nonsense and need to be observed for three days!”

Xie Jinhuan was speechless. He looked at this gorgeous, bespectacled doctor, sighed again, and prepared to reuse an old trick:

“Wanyi, I have a secret—mmph?”

Lin Wanyi, as a trained physician, was far more professional than Linghu Qingmo in dealing with “confused” patients. She expertly covered his mouth with one hand and flipped out a silver needle with the other:

“Don’t worry. Sleep for a bit. You’ll be discharged when you wake up...”

“MMMPH?!”

If he passed out now, he might not wake up until he was being buried! Still bound hand and foot, he flailed desperately.

Luckily, he had a certain ghost-wife for backup in times like this.

Just as Lin Wanyi was hunting for an acupuncture point on his wriggling body, her brows suddenly creased. A wave of dizziness hit her, cold energy rushed through her organs, and her body softened as she collapsed onto Xie Jinhuan.

Relieved, Xie Jinhuan kept a calm expression and said gently:

“Wanyi, what’s wrong? Is it your old illness again?”

“I...”

Lin Wanyi didn’t know what was happening. She’d been having these strange episodes more often lately.

They were in Danyang Academy—if she passed out and someone examined her, her identity as a demonic cultist could be exposed.

She panicked and glanced at Xie Jinhuan.

“Hurry, untie me. I’ll treat you. If someone walks in, we’re both screwed.”

“What if you go berserk?”

“I’m sober. Worst case, I kiss you a few more times—won’t kill you, will it? If your secret gets out, the whole Lin family’s done for.”

“...”

Lin Wanyi remembered how this pervert had mauled her last night—her legs had barely worked afterward. But she admitted, if he did go berserk again, he’d likely assault her, not kill her.

And right now, he did seem pretty lucid...

Maybe Old Li had exaggerated—used the drug as an excuse to beat up Master Mu on purpose...

Too many thoughts. No time to untangle them all.

Clenching her jaw, she finally gave in and untied the ropes. Then she stared anxiously at his face.

Rustle rustle~

Xie Jinhuan sat up, pulled off the ropes, and propped up Lin Wanyi with one hand:

“See? I said I was fine. Relax. Let me handle it. I, Xie Jinhuan, always act openly. If I wanted to take advantage of you, I’d do it to your ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) face—never while you’re unconscious.”

“Phew...”

Wrapped in a cocoon of security and soothed by his soft words, Lin Wanyi finally relaxed and let her guard down—slipping fully into unconsciousness.

Thud~

She collapsed into his arms.

This silly girl...

Xie Jinhuan shook his head. Once she was completely out, he whispered:

“Ye-dà Beauty?”

“Mmm~”

The woman in his arms opened her eyes again. Her face remained the same, but her aura surged, becoming towering and imposing. She pressed her ear to his chest:

“Oho~ Your heart’s pounding.”

“The damn authorities are searching the mountains again. How can it not pound?”

He tried to lift her off, but the ghost-wife refused to budge.

“What are you doing? Get up already.”

“Why? Didn’t you want to make this sister cry? This is your golden opportunity—why not give it a try?”

Sure, Xie Jinhuan had wanted to test out the ghost-wife, but not by hijacking Lin Wanyi’s body!

“If you want me to try, bring your real body out. I won’t hold back then. Now get up—I need to get back to the Demon-Suppressing Tomb.”

“Pfft~”

Ye Hongshang sat up, grabbed a change of clothes from the table, and tossed them at him:

“All talk, no action. Always pretending you’re afraid I’ll pop out. We’ve been together this long—do you still think I’m some kind of demon?”

Xie Jinhuan quickly got dressed, shaking his head:

“I know you’re not evil. But that was the Demon-Suppressing Tomb. There’s definitely a reason you were sealed in there.

“You saw what I looked like last night. I might not be bad at heart, but under that medicine, I was killing everything in sight.

“If your demonic nature resurfaces after we dig you out, and you go berserk—who’s going to stop you from razing the entire empire?”

Ye Hongshang shrugged: “At least I won’t kill you. Might even give you some serious benefits.”

She even puffed out her chest as she said it!

Yeah, impressive size and all, but that body belongs to Lin Wanyi—what’s that got to do with you, ghostie?

“Stop tempting me. Before I dig you out, I need to understand your past...”

Xie Jinhuan threw on his robe, scooped up the curious Meiqiu who had been eavesdropping, and pulled over a piece of paper used for patient records. He was going to leave a note explaining that he’d gone to Zihui Mountain.

But he’d worked hard to build up this righteous hero persona—couldn’t just throw it away. If anyone found out he was the one who dug up the tomb, he’d be done for.

So after a long pause, he wrote:

Demonic shadows streak the sky, blood still stains the earth.

Their wicked trace hides in the mortal world, leaving none at peace.

Do heroic souls fear foul winds and evil?

My sword shall raise the banner of righteousness!

Worry not, my friends. I shall return soon.

He set down the paper, grabbed the Tiangang Mace and Zhenglun Sword, hooked them to his belt, and stumbled a few steps forward.

Ye Hongshang arched an eyebrow:

“With that body? You plan to hike through mountains?”

“I’ll deal with it once I’m there. At least I don’t have to worry about being seen in the woods anymore.”

She gave a slow nod and, with exaggerated flair—

Thump!

Collapsed back onto the bed in a full spread.

“...?”

Watching his “power-level stand-in” treat the body like a throwaway skin, Xie Jinhuan shook his head. He gently removed the gold-rimmed glasses, placed them neatly on the pillow, pulled up the thin blanket to cover her...

And quietly slipped out the window.