Roaring Dragon-Chapter 6: The Demon Bandit Was Me All Along?!

A moment later.

Xie Jinhuan slipped away from the crowd’s sight and ducked into an alley. After confirming no one was tailing him, he finally stopped and looked toward Meiqiu perched on his shoulder.

“Was there something off just now?”

“Coo... coo...”

Meiqiu stared nervously at the Zhenglun Sword, its round eyes filled with unease.

Xie Jinhuan knew this sword was a demon-suppressing divine weapon from Zihui Mountain. He’d been carrying it around like a lucky charm.

Seeing Meiqiu on edge like it had seen its mortal enemy—and after a series of weird incidents—he began to suspect the sword might not be so clean after all. Thinking that, he flicked a finger at it.

Shiiing—

The blade slid out three inches. The deep jade blade shimmered coldly, the characters Zhenglun etched into it catching the light. Nothing seemed out of place.

Still uncertain if there was something dirty sealed within the sword, he gave it a bit more thought—then leapt over a courtyard wall and landed beside an outhouse. He lifted the curtain.

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Bzzzz—

Instantly, a cloud of flies buzzed up and the stench hit him like a fist.

Xie Jinhuan pinched his nose, drew the Zhenglun Sword, and attempted to shove it into the latrine pit.

The result was obvious: even world-devouring demons wouldn’t want to wallow in shit.

Before the sword even made it all the way in, a wave of dizziness hit his head. A voice—a sultry, domineering woman’s voice—snapped from behind him:

“You little bastard, are you looking to die?”

Same tone as before—smoky, seductive—but this time filled with unmistakable authority.

Even though Xie Jinhuan was mentally prepared, he still jolted from shock. Whipping around, his eyes instinctively climbed upward.

Behind him, in the courtyard, a massive apparition had appeared without warning.

A towering figure—easily over five meters tall—of a woman in a flowing blood-red gown. Her figure was slender yet voluptuous, posture graceful and captivating.

Her belt looked like a golden dragon coiled around her waist, and resting on her shoulder was a matching giant red parasol, wide enough to cover the entire courtyard. That too bore a golden dragon motif.

Their eyes met.

Her brows were like distant mountains, ethereal and serene. But her peach blossom eyes... seductive beyond belief. Like some demoness queen standing atop the highest heaven.

And because they were so close, her heaving chest loomed like twin mountains above his head, and that colossal rear—just imagining her sitting down felt like it could bury him alive...

What a ride.

Xie Jinhuan had read a few lines about this demoness in the notebook, but he really hadn’t expected her to come out this big.

Faced with a literal two-story-tall divine woman, he couldn’t help but freeze.

But then he realized something was off. His thoughts were getting foggy, Meiqiu was nowhere to be seen, and the surroundings had gone hazy like a dream. It had to be an illusion.

He bit the tip of his tongue to jolt himself awake—no use. He reached up to touch the red-clad phantom.

His hand passed right through. Definitely an illusion. So he ducked under her skirt to see just how “real” it was.

But just as he caught sight of a snow-white thigh, the red-clothed woman floated back a few feet. Her gaze was like that of a goddess:

“You’re bold for someone so young.”

Xie Jinhuan blinked. This hallucination could talk? He snapped back to awareness and took a step back.

“Are you Master Qixia?”

The red-clothed woman twirled the massive red parasol resting on her shoulder, making it feel like the whole sky was spinning.

“I’m called Ye Hongshang. I’m not some little Taoist nun, and I’m certainly no monster or demon.”

And what else would you call that appearance?

Standing in front of a woman over five meters tall, Xie Jinhuan couldn’t even reach her chest on tiptoe. The oppressive pressure was real. Still, he steadied himself and asked coolly:

“Those bandits from earlier—and that carriage—was that all your doing?”

Ye Hongshang shrugged lightly. “Why say it like that? I saw you had a righteous heart, so I just gave you a few targets to clear out some evil.”

“The guys at noon were real bandits. But that carriage...”

“That was a witch from the Wu cult. You didn’t notice?”

Xie Jinhuan honestly didn’t. But when he touched her earlier, something had felt a bit off...

Still, this was no time to worry about some witch. He glared again.

“Was it you who tampered with me—made me lose my memory?”

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Ye Hongshang shook her head. “There was a Soul-Sealing Curse laid inside the Demon-Suppressing Tomb. The moment you triggered it, your memories were sealed. I’m the same—I can’t remember anything either. You only forgot the past few years. Maybe the contact was brief. As soon as you pulled the Zhenglun Sword, the tomb collapsed...”

“I pulled the sword?”

Xie Jinhuan had assumed he was the chivalrous type who went there to stop grave robbers. Hearing this, he was dumbfounded.

“Why would I randomly pull out a demon-sealing weapon?”

Ye Hongshang’s tone was firm. “You pulled it yourself! When I woke up, three grave robbers were already dead by your hand. You were strangling the old Taoist, forcing him to break the seal. Then the tomb collapsed. Only you and that Taoist escaped.”

“You had already triggered the Soul-Sealing Curse and noticed your memory going fuzzy, so you didn’t take chances. You turned around and killed the old Taoist too—cold-blooded as hell.”

“...”

Xie Jinhuan had woken up in a tent and remembered nothing before that.

But based on what he knew of himself, he should’ve been a law-abiding, morally upright young man.

For the sake of a treasure, threatening a tomb raider to unseal the coffin and then killing him to eliminate witnesses—wasn’t that straight-up villain behavior?

“How do I know you’re not lying?”

“Ask the dumb bird. It was standing guard outside the whole time—don’t you think it knows what you did?”

Hearing that, Xie Jinhuan knew she was probably telling the truth.

If he’d been ambushed and knocked out, Meiqiu wouldn’t have acted so calm.

A tomb collapses, he passes out, but the bird’s unbothered? That only makes sense if he caused the collapse, and then tucked himself into bed afterward.

Xie Jinhuan didn’t want to believe it—but he couldn’t remember, and had no way to argue. So he asked:

“How do I break the Soul-Sealing Curse?”

Ye Hongshang leaned in closer, her enormous sleeves nearly brushing his face. Her tone softened:

“Only the one who cast the curse can lift it. But it’s been years—they’re probably long dead. My soul’s the only part that got out—my body’s still buried below. You help dig me up, and I’ll figure out how to break the curse for you. Deal?”

Xie Jinhuan faced with the world’s biggest bottle of face cream, responded righteously:

“You’re a demon of terrifying power, sealed away by the Daoists. How could I release such a threat?”

Ye Hongshang blinked her giant eyes.

“You were digging with more enthusiasm than anyone last night. Why so proper now? Doesn’t your face burn saying that?”

Xie Jinhuan didn’t remember a thing about last night. So... no, it didn’t.

“A lost lamb can still return to the flock. The whole city’s hunting for demonic energy. Even if I didn’t know what I was doing last night, now I do. If I still dig you up, that’d make me a menace to the world!”

Ye Hongshang crouched down in front of him, her massive rear drawing a scandalous arc as she looked at him like a little toy:

“So what now? You dug me up. It’s too late to hit the brakes. If they catch me, I go back to sleep. If they catch you, you get tossed in to sleep with me.”

Xie Jinhuan went silent.

Anything that required a Demon-Suppressing Tomb to contain likely couldn’t be killed. It could only be worn down by time.

The last monster of that level was the cause of the Wu Cult Rebellion—killed a third of the population in their day!

If Ye Hongshang was that strong, even if caught, the worst case was being resealed.

But he—the bold bastard who woke her up—would be treated like a national-level threat. Best case? Family execution, nine generations deep.

Xie Jinhuan realized how dire the situation was and calmed himself. After thinking it over, he asked gently:

“Miss, can I... maybe return you to the tomb and pretend none of this ever happened?”

Ye Hongshang looked utterly unbothered. “Sure. I’ve no clue what I’d do out here anyway. But unless you’re already First Grade in martial arts, you can’t reseal the tomb. You’d have to get someone else. And if you do... the court will know which ‘ancestral prodigy’ cracked open the seal.”

Xie Jinhuan didn’t like the sound of that. Seeing a sliver of hope, he asked:

“My skills are decent. What grade am I now?”

Ye Hongshang, though amnesiac, could still judge clearly.

“Martial arts has three main stages: Body Refinement, Flexibility, and Spiritual Force. Each has early, mid, and late grades. You’re touching the threshold of Spiritual Force—you’d be considered peak Fourth Grade. First Grade isn’t that far.”

Not that far, she says?

From what Xie Jinhuan knew, Fourth Grade was already elite among martial sects. And he was only nineteen! Freakishly strong.

But the gap between peak Fourth and First Grade was massive. Countless warriors never even glimpsed that threshold in their entire lives.

Right now, the whole city was hunting the source of demonic energy. He had no time to level up. If anyone linked the scent back to him, he was dead.

So what the hell was he supposed to do?

Let it play out and finish unearthing her true body? He’d be insane. A five-meter-tall divine badonkadonk, once unsealed, might just end the world...

Throw away the sword? Not gonna help. She’s alive. If he bailed, she’d just find someone else—who’d eventually learn it was him who unearthed the tomb.

No matter how he looked at it, there was no clean way out. So even knowing the risk, he had to try negotiating with the devil.

“You can see how screwed I am. I can’t even protect myself. Whether it’s digging you up or putting you back, I first have to dodge the court’s pursuit. You must be a transcendent being—couldn’t you...”

Ye Hongshang, still crouching with her giant parasol over her shoulder, blinked those big eyes.

“You want a little reward first?”

Xie Jinhuan did need a trump card for survival. He nodded earnestly.

Without another word, Ye Hongshang stood up—and began stirring trouble.

Xie Jinhuan looked up... and saw the seductive red demoness begin to change clothes. Her outfit morphed into a low-cut red dress with high slits on both sides!

The neckline plunged dangerously low, exposing pale, pillow-sized cleavage right in front of him. The cleavage was so deep it seemed to lead straight to ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) the underworld...

Her long legs peeked through the slits like plump, white pythons...

Holy shit?

And she still claims she’s not a demoness?!

Xie Jinhuan had been hoping for some divine weapon or survival talisman. Now, looking up at this towering, incomparably gorgeous “supercar,” he was stunned.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

Ye Hongshang, dressed scandalously and showing off her thick white thighs, leaned in closer.

“You wanted a sweet reward, didn’t you? Isn’t this sweet?”

Xie Jinhuan couldn’t deny—it was sweet. But what the hell was he supposed to do with it?

One last ride before dying?

“Right now all of Danyang is hunting demonic energy. They’d rather kill the innocent than let one monster escape. I can’t bury you again. You can’t give me any divine tools or spirit flames. At least teach me a survival technique or two?”

Ye Hongshang looked helpless. “I don’t remember anything. My body’s still buried. What can I give you? If you’re really scared, dig me out and I’ll be your backer. If the court comes for you, I’ll raze all of Great Qian.”

You’ll raze Great Qian?

The first thing getting razed would be me.

Xie Jinhuan could tell this demoness was not the kind to play nice. He didn’t dare let her loose.

But keeping her sealed meant she was just a floating spirit. She’d lost her memory and, aside from being insanely hot, had nothing else to offer. Not even touchable hotness.

Xie Jinhuan felt well and truly stuck. Since Ye Hongshang couldn’t help, he just waved her away.

“I need time to think this through. Disappear for now—and stop stirring up trouble.”

“Alright. I’ll give you one month. Decide anytime—just tell big sis.”

With that, Ye Hongshang’s massive figure silently faded away. The courtyard returned to its quiet, moonlit state.

Xie Jinhuan blinked like waking from a dream. He glanced around—everything looked normal again. Even the flies had resumed buzzing.

Meiqiu had sensed something foul earlier. Now, seeing its master talking to thin air like he was possessed, the bird had hidden itself on a rooftop. It now peeked out, timidly:

“Coo?”

Xie Jinhuan glanced down at the sword in his hand and asked,

“Last night... did I have you stand watch while I went digging in the hills, killed a bunch of people, and then tucked myself into a tent?”

“Coo.”

A very clear nod.

“Was I drunk? Crazy? Possessed?”

Meiqiu shook its head like a drum.

Confirmed: it was all his doing.

“Fuuuuuck!”

With his strength, he’d taken it upon himself to dig up a sealed demon. That was like a lonely widow wandering into a bandit lair. Had he wanted to die?

But what was done was done. No matter what, he had to clean up the mess left by his unhinged self from yesterday.

The only problem was—this mess might be way too big. He didn’t even have metaphorical toilet paper, and he couldn’t run. Running would make him suspect number one.

What now...?