Roaring Dragon-Chapter 89: Try Dancing Any Lewder, I Dare You!

As the Golden Tower unleashed the “Honey Trap,” the atmosphere along both sides of the river hit a fever pitch!

Spectators rubbed their hands in anticipation. Out of seven contestants, six were guaranteed to suffer social death—so everyone was on edge, waiting for the round to begin.

The Golden Tower, not wanting the lustful masses to be disappointed, had made extensive preparations.

With a clap from Fan Guangyuan, a sultry courtesan stepped onto the stage from inside the Tower. She had full curves, bare skin, and hips that swayed like flowing water. In her hand was a hollow metal sphere.

At first, the crowd was skeptical. One floozy couldn’t possibly tempt seven contestants—five men and two women?

But the seductive woman soon lifted the hollow sphere and introduced it:

“This artifact is called the Euphoria Bell. Originally a shamanic ritual tool, it can reveal the most repressed desires in one’s heart—what the soul yearns for but cannot attain.

“If you resist or try to escape the illusion, you’ll be considered to have failed out of ‘fear of confronting your true self.’ While that doesn’t amount to disgrace, it certainly doesn’t mark you as a virtuous person.

“If you don’t resist, however, each of you must endure until every other contestant has lost face.

“This concerns your reputations. Before we begin, please consider carefully.”

Her voice was sultry and pleasing—clearly a seasoned professional, likely from one of the more prestigious brothels.

Realizing this was a test of illusion, the contestants felt the pressure spike.

After all, illusions could conjure flawless fantasies—things that didn’t exist but felt as vivid as real life. The Euphoria Bell showed exactly what your heart most desired. Even knowing it was fake wouldn’t stop you from reacting.

It was clear that bluffing through this wasn’t an option. With only one person able to keep their dignity, two of the remaining three contestants immediately withdrew. Only the female astronomy student stayed behind.

Linghu Qingmo, confident in her steadfast Daoist heart, remained unmoved.

Wei Lu, who had started this whole social-death challenge, now found himself a little anxious. Still, when he saw Zhang Huaiyu across from him, he clenched his jaw and said:

“Let’s begin!”

...

Dong—!

The gong on the rooftop struck. The “official” social-death round had begun.

The seductive woman raised the Euphoria Bell and began a swaying, sultry dance—entertainment for the men loitering outside the contest area.

With her qi channeled into the sphere, the smaller orb inside began to vibrate and emit a mysterious sound.

Jingle, jingle...

The five remaining contestants, per the rules, made no move to resist. One by one, their minds began to blur, and hallucinations took hold.

Wei Lu, originally focused and determined to defeat the pretentious Zhang Huaiyu—even if he lost control himself—soon found his vision swimming, rippling like water.

And then he realized... he was sitting on the sect master’s throne of Snow Eagle Ridge!

In a room lined with red carpets stood seven or eight voluptuous women in skimpy outfits. One was his senior martial sister... another, his master’s wife...

What the f—?!

Wei Lu nearly sprang up in fright!

...

Zhang Huaiyu, at first composed, wanted to see how powerful this shamanic bell truly was.

But as the sound entered his ears, he found himself inside a study.

Wind chimes dangled from the eaves. Before the window sat a refined lady, scholarly and composed.

She wasn’t a breathtaking beauty, but the soft glow of learning clung to her. Her lips curled in a faint, unreadable smile...

Just like the one from his childhood—his unattainable “white moonlight.”

...

Linghu Qingmo prided herself on her unshakeable Daoist heart—no illusion could tempt her.

Yet the moment she was drawn into the illusion, she found herself staring at a shirtless Xie Jinhuan, eight-pack abs gleaming, hand outstretched toward her as he said:

“Immortality is a long, lonely road. Wandering ten thousand miles alone... grows ever more desolate...”

?!

Linghu Qingmo was completely frozen.

...

Thump thump thump...

The echo drums boomed like thunder outside the Golden Tower.

All five contestants were rippling with internal emotion—each one showing different reactions.

And the most dramatic response came from the man everyone had placed their bets on—Young Master Xie himself—who suddenly shouted:

“Fuck—!”

The spectators all jumped at once, heads whipping toward the outburst—only to see the once-serene, Buddha-like Xie Jinhuan now sitting bolt upright, icy eyes wide as coals, staring at something with pure horror!

He had been supremely confident, waiting for his ghost-wife to test him personally.

But he never expected that when the dizziness cleared... he’d be staring at Steward Hou, decked out in full drag!

Heavy makeup, women’s clothing, and worst of all—he was pirouetting, grinding his hips, and doing sexy poses...

What the actual fuck?!

Xie Jinhuan had lived two lives and had never seen anything this disgusting. Instinctively, he reached for his Tiangang Mace.

But remembering the rules—no breaking ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the illusion, no touching anything—he gritted his teeth and endured.

Still, how the hell was he supposed to watch this?!

Thump thump thump...

The thousands of spectators couldn’t see what the contestants saw—but they could see their faces.

Wei Lu was clearly struggling, eyes wide as he tried to look away—but kept glancing back, fists clenched tight, body stiff as a board.

Zhang Huaiyu looked dazed, hand reaching out like he wanted to touch someone’s invisible cheek—pulling back, then reaching again...

Linghu Qingmo remained seated, composed—but her face was turning bright red...

...

None of the five were saints. Faced with a targeted illusion artifact, their inner peace was crumbling—even knowing it was fake.

But the wildest of the bunch... was none other than that model of righteous virtue, Young Master Xie!

His right hand clamped down on the mace’s hilt, glaring at the creature in front of him. He thought he could just grit his teeth and wait it out...

But then Steward Hou really let loose—swinging into full-on wrecking-ball, TikTok shuffle, and solar dance moves.

You sick bastard...

Try dancing any lewder, I dare you!

Xie Jinhuan’s entire face contorted.

...

The audience couldn’t see the hallucinations—but they could see Xie Jinhuan’s posture shift into “draw sword and slash,” his gaze firm, expression full of revulsion and disdain. It looked like he desperately wanted to beat to death the seductive demon in front of him.

Thump thump thump...

His echo drum thundered louder than all the others combined.

And from the drumbeat alone, everyone could practically hear the message:

“Disgusting! So f**ing disgusting!”*

Not a trace of lust or desire—just pure, unfiltered revulsion.

All at once, the crowd gasped:

“Whoa...”

“Young Master Xie is... way too righteous!”

“Tempted by the Euphoria Bell and transformed into a wrathful Buddha—this isn’t a swordsman, he’s a monk!”

“Look at him grit his teeth—he loathes whatever he’s seeing!”

...

Qin Wen, eyes wide, turned to Lin Wanyi in disbelief:

“Miss... does Young Master Xie maybe like men? I’ve never seen anyone react to a beauty like that!”

Lin Wanyi, who had been groped for two full quarters of an hour before, knew exactly how Xie Jinhuan looked when he was actually into something. She shook her head without hesitation:

“No way. He likes women. The illusion must’ve shown him something so gross and low-brow, he couldn’t handle it.”

“How do you know he likes women? You tried it yourself?”

“Hmph~”

...

Even the seductive dancer was stunned by Xie Jinhuan’s reaction. But she quickly explained:

“The Euphoria Bell reveals your heart’s deepest obsession. Usually that’s lust—but for those who care little for such things, it might show something else. Lost loved ones, ancient enemies... anything can appear.

“I recall during the shamanic uprising, the Jade Bodhisattva saw a vision of a ‘pure Buddhist land, free of all demons.’”

“Ohh...”

The crowd murmured in realization:

“So that means Young Master Xie has no worldly desires!”

“Not exactly—he’s just obsessed with something stronger than lust...”

“What the hell did he see? He looks ready to rip it apart...”

...

The dancer originally thought he might be seeing a blood feud. But there was no hatred in his face—just a desperate need to punch someone.

Suddenly struck by inspiration, she said:

“Perhaps Young Master Xie is seeing... a monster!”

“Huh?”

The crowd blinked in confusion.

She nodded seriously and explained:

“Young Master Xie risks his life to slay demons. Perhaps his deepest obsession is to eradicate evil from the world. That’s even stronger than lust.

“So the illusion is showing him a monster—taunting him, provoking him.

“But remembering the rules, he knows he can’t strike. So he’s enduring it like this...”

Whoosh—! 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Before she even finished, they all saw it—

Xie Jinhuan’s mace slid out three inches, his body leaning forward, murderous aura billowing off him. His jaw clenched so tight it creaked.

“WHOA—!!”

“Damn! No wonder he charged a pirate ship solo—guy’s temper is insane!”

“Someone please let Young Master Xie hit something—he looks like he’s gonna explode!”

The cheers and praise of thousands roared like a river tide, unceasing and mighty.

Zhao De, heir of the Dan Prince, waved his fan and sighed:

“This test might really be too much for Brother Jinhuan...”

“Right? For someone with his temper, seeing a demon and not smashing it to paste? That’s worse than losing money...”

“Hey, someone just dropped out!”