Roaring Dragon-Chapter 122: The Cold Beauty Heroine?

Two li away, inside an old dye workshop—

The fabric and drying racks had already been blasted apart by force. A gaping, two-meter-wide hole punctured the wall and cut through several buildings.

At the center of the workshop, a deep pit scarred the ground. Scorch marks from lightning strikes webbed across the floor, scattered with torn cloth and dark, clotted blood.

On the far edge of the breach stood Nangong Ye, her three-foot sword in hand. Her aura blazed around her, exuding an oppressive presence that could chill the bone—but behind the veil of her hat, her eyes were sharp and grave.

She had been observing Xie Jinhuan interrogate Ye Shiyong with ancient methods from a distance when the mysterious flute of the Dark God Cult’s Gu-triggering spell reached her ears.

Realizing they were using a “Flesh-Eating Gu” to silence their own, she rushed over and blasted through the buildings with a powerful lightning strike aimed directly at the source.

Though her attack landed squarely, the target didn’t die. Instead, a black mist exploded outward and vanished instantly, leaving only a bit of blood behind.

Nangong Ye hadn’t held back. That kind of resilience could only belong to a peak first-rank demonic body cultivator—the same person involved in refining the Blood Demon Pill.

She’d been this close to catching the real mastermind. Even just glimpsing the person’s face or build might’ve unraveled years of plotting by the Dark God Cult in the capital.

But that damned demoness from Missing Moon Manor always ruined everything!

Huff...

Nangong Ye maintained her aura for only a moment before a scorching pain spread through her chest like molten lava, searing through her limbs. Her sword hand began to tremble.

Buzz, buzz, buzz—

The Yang poison flared uncontrollably. She paused, landed in the middle of the blast zone, and knelt to examine the blood and clothing scraps.

The blood’s dark-red hue revealed years of demonic pill usage. Her quarry was indeed a peak first-rank demonic body cultivator. Judging from the fabric—Jiangzhou-made “Tianshui Brocade,” an expensive material—likely a man, and someone in a rush to kill the witness, too hurried to change clothes.

Hack—hack...

After scanning the area and mentally recording all details, Nangong Ye sensed several figures flying over from the inner city. Not wanting her weakened state to be publicly known, she quietly withdrew and tried to return to her lodging to recover.

But she didn’t make it far. Barely half a li later, her qi surged out of control, and a few dry coughs escaped. She stumbled onto a rooftop, vision starting to blur.

Glancing around, she found an empty courtyard, slipped inside, sealed the room, sat on the floor with her sword across her lap, and tried to suppress the raging Yang poison.

Whhhssh—

From the distance, voices and windbreaking sounds approached—

“Master Jingkong?”

“Young Master Xie? What’s going on?”

“Ye Shiyong was a demonic cultivator. His body’s in the courtyard—there’s a tunnel underneath. Hurry. Who was fighting over here just now?”

“Not sure... maybe just a passing expert? Are you all right?”

“I’ll live...”

...

Hearing Xie Jinhuan rendezvoused with the Celestial Officers, Nangong Ye finally relaxed. She stopped scanning for enemy traces and focused entirely on subduing her internal poison.

But just moments later, a whoosh of air whistled past her courtyard!

Whhhsh—

Instantly alert, she locked eyes on the window and gripped the sword hilt on her knees.

Then a voice called from outside:

“Heroine Mu?”

“...?”

He found me?

Did I leave a trail?

Nangong Ye frowned, puzzled. But the Yang poison was far too aggressive—she had no energy to waste worrying. Confirming the visitor was an ally, she released her guard and withdrew her awareness into inner cultivation.

—

Outside the building—

Xie Jinhuan stood on the roof, wearing a sleeveless fitted robe, gazing down at the worn courtyard with confusion.

He’d just run into some Celestial Officers on his way back to wrap up Ye Shiyong’s case when Ghost Wife said the aura around this area seemed off—like someone was drawing in spiritual energy.

Not wanting to expose his divine vision in front of the officers, he split off to investigate alone.

As soon as he got close, Ghost Wife guessed the identity: Mu Yunhong!

That persistent heroine really was a ghost that wouldn’t quit...

Was this a case of love at first fight?

Xie Jinhuan had no idea what Mu Yunhong was doing here, but since there was no response to his call, he quietly dropped into the courtyard, pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

Creeaak—

Moonlight spilled into the empty room.

A woman in a black dress sat cross-legged on the floor. Aside from the light fluttering of her veil in her aura, she didn’t move at all.

“Miss Mu?”

He called again, still no answer. Curious, he stepped closer—

And immediately felt the searing heat coming off her. Like standing next to a furnace. Wisps of white steam rose from her clothing—her dress was soaked with sweat.

He immediately realized the Yang poison had flared.

Squatting beside her, he lifted the veil slightly to check her complexion—and was genuinely surprised.

From head to toe, she wore black. But her face—oval-shaped, white as cold jade, with phoenix eyes slightly upturned at the corners—radiated intensity even while unconscious.

Skin like creamy jade, lips like red cinnabar—not the least bit sultry. She looked like a flawless sword: beautiful and refined, yet so sharp you didn’t dare stare for long.

He had assumed Mu Yunhong was around his age. But now, up close, her entire aura was otherworldly—mature, elusive, ageless. The fine sheen of sweat on her skin only added a lotus-bloom warmth to her glacial elegance.

Was this... some frosty beauty’s mature mom?

Cold as ice, strict to the bone, clearly one to uphold discipline. But the depth, the gravity, the womanliness was undeniable. A true fairy fallen to earth. One who, if she ever indulged in earthly pleasures, might just leave young men’s knees trembling—

A very slow-to-start... but very high-maintenance engine.

Ghost Wife crouched beside him, peering over as well.

“Oho~ Boy, your luck with women is off the charts. She’s got the look of a full-on matriarch. Definite husband-luck face.”

Xie Jinhuan didn’t know how to read faces—but anyone with eyes could see who wore the pants in this household.

The aura was that overwhelming. Only Ghost Wife in her sixteen-chi form could out-dominate her.

But he wasn’t here to admire her.

Waving a hand in front of her face got no reaction. Frowning, he gently pressed his fingers to her wrist.

Her pulse was... strange. Hot to the touch, but as if wrapped in leather—he could feel the beat, but couldn’t make sense of it. No usable information.

“...Huh?”

He looked at Ghost Wife, confused.

She had been scanning Mu Yunhong the whole time and explained:

“She’s wearing a high-grade artifact that conceals spiritual fluctuations. I can’t see inside her. You’ll have to find and remove the artifact before I can assess how to suppress the poison.”

“Artifact...”

He scanned her again. First, he moved the sword from her lap—not the source.

He checked her waist. A pouch with silver, nothing else.

Where was it?

He tried calling her again:

“Miss Mu? Miss Mu?”

Still no answer. Her body trembled faintly, like a pressure gauge about to burst.

Things were getting serious. He carefully ran his hands down her sleeves—nothing. Then, hesitating only slightly, reached into the folds of her robe.

...Just softness. Lots of it. But no artifact.

“...Hey?”

Baffled, he removed her hat and checked her hair ornaments—still nothing.

Wait—is it tucked in her cleavage?

Or... strapped to her thigh?

Maybe even a spiritual undergarment?

...Not great places to go reaching into.

After a moment’s hesitation, he gently pulled aside her collar and tilted his head to check her neck.

Finally—paydirt. A golden cord hung around her neck, the pendant tucked deep inside her chest.

He reached for it.

ZZZRT—

A bolt of lightning shot out from the cord the instant he touched it. Completely unprepared, Xie Jinhuan seized up on the spot and collapsed to the ground.

Thud—

Ghost Wife raised a brow, crouched beside him, and studied his twitching form.

“It’s a protective artifact. You try to yank it off, it zaps you. Obviously.”

“...Really?”

His brain scrambled, it took him a moment to sit up and shake it off.

“So what now?”

“I can’t analyze the inside unless she removes it herself. Your best bet is to try cooling her down. Maybe that’ll help her hold out.”

Xie Jinhuan didn’t argue. He activated his Drip-by-Drip Candle-Reversal Technique, summoned cold energy, and began fanning cool air over her in an attempt to lower her temperature.

He did not expect what happened next—

He had just poked a ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ hornet’s nest.