Dragon, Truly Shameless (Yuri Futa, Farming) - Chapter 5

After leaving the cave, Long Qing entered the forest. The little girl was injured and needed food and medicine. She had to get some rice. She moved quickly through the mountains. This area was rich in resources, with fruit trees and wild animals everywhere. Hunting some prey and gathering some wild fruits should allow her to trade for some rice.

She came to a relatively flat grassy meadow. Green and yellow wild grasses carpeted the area, and wildflowers blooming in the low areas were occasionally accompanied by the buzzing of bees and the fluttering of butterflies. This was the place. Long Qing didn’t take out a bow and arrow like a hunter, nor did she set any traps. Instead, she walked directly to a rock in the middle of the meadow.

Closing her eyes and focusing her breath, after a moment, the air around her seemed to flow faster. The wind lifted her hair. She slowly raised her head, and her eyes were no longer black but a dazzling, bright orange-red. Her pupils narrowed and elongated, finally becoming vertical. Not only that, but even the color of her hair was changing. Her black hair seemed to be coated with a layer of silver-white, spreading from the top of her head to the ends, shimmering with a fluorescent, pure light like moonlight. Near her forehead, two horn-like protrusions extended from her hair, silver-white with flowing light on them. She just stood there, beautiful beyond what seemed real.

Smelling the scent spreading in the air, the creatures in this area immediately became restless. Wild rabbits and ground squirrels swarmed around, birds circled overhead, and even the surrounding forest echoed with the restless sounds of large herds.

There was an ancient saying, “A hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix.” As the dragon was the lord of all beasts, there was naturally a situation where all beasts paid homage to the dragon. The beasts, smelling the dragon’s aura, couldn’t restrain themselves.

Long Qing picked two fat rabbits and then withdrew her dragon breath. Her appearance returned to its original state in an instant, as if that extraordinary fairy-like appearance had merely been a fleeting illusion.

The dragon’s aura gradually faded, and the beasts calmed down. Long Qing tied the two rabbits together and hurriedly left the place.

She was not human but a dragon. It sounded unbelievable, but the folk legend of a black dragon on Black Dragon Mountain was actually true. This black dragon was her. She had just transformed into human form this year and had become the master of this land.

Dragons were born noble above all things. Once they broke out of their shells, they became *hui* (a type of serpent), which transformed into *jiao* (a horned dragon) after five hundred years, and a *jiao* transformed into a dragon after a thousand years. She had just transformed into a dragon this year, making her already a thousand years old. Dragons possessed an extremely long lifespan, so many things that other creatures had to constantly worry about were unimportant to dragons, such as the four seasons or lifespan. They often lay dormant deep within caves, and a single sleep could last for several seasons. The myriad things in their eyes changed batch after batch.

It was said that dragons were the most lustful. Therefore, mating with a cow produced a *lin* (a mythical unicorn-like creature), mating with a pig produced an elephant, and mating with a horse produced a *longma* (a winged horse-dragon). However, this wasn’t entirely true. The dragon clan was a very ancient species. Although they were said to be lustful, it was only towards the opposite s3x. In fact, the dragon clan had long been facing a population crisis, with more and more mixed-bl00d dragons and fewer and fewer pure-bl00d dragons. To reproduce, the dragon clan had evolved a new ability.

In addition to the male and female sexes, a new gender had emerged, called the middle dragon. Middle dragons possessed both male and female reproductive abilities. At first glance, they seemed capable of bearing the great responsibility of reproduction. However, unfortunately, middle dragons had the weakest reproductive ability. Middle dragons almost never went into heat, and many never conceived a dragon egg in their entire lives. Unfortunately, Long Qing was a middle dragon.

However, this frustrating reproductive ability was not what Long Qing cared about. She had just transformed into a dragon, and her life was like the rising sun, just beginning. Saving that little girl was the top priority.

Thinking of the little girl’s thin body and large head, shaped like a bean sprout, she thought that the girl shouldn’t be called Shen Qingming anymore. She should just be called Bean Sprout. Thinking of the Bean Sprout at home, Long Qing’s pace couldn’t help but quicken a bit.

At this time, Shen Qingming was a little lost in the dragon cave.

She hadn’t expected to survive being eaten by a tiger in such a way. She had been saved, saved by a girl of unknown origin. The other person was called Long Qing, and not only was her appearance stunningly beautiful, but even her name was so lovely, at least in her limited knowledge. And like her, she was alone.

Perhaps it was because of their similar experiences, but she inexplicably trusted Long Qing. Living here, even though the conditions were not as good as the old Shen family’s, she felt unusually relaxed. There was no ever-present malice and annoyance here, only that faint, cool fragrance. In fact, this was the first time in her life she had interacted with a stranger, and it was also the first time she had received kindness from a stranger.

When she was little, everyone said that her parents were heartless people and that she was also born without a heart. Whenever they saw her, the old man and the old woman of the Shen family couldn’t help but sigh. Her second and third uncles also showed annoyance, and the uncles, aunts, and sisters-in-law of the clan avoided her. No one wanted to be friends with her. The children called her an ugly freak. From childhood to adulthood, she had lived in subtle ridicule, living cautiously, careful not to offend others, but this malice was not reflected in Long Qing. Long Qing treated her normally, like an ordinary person. This feeling was novel but made her feel relieved.

After a long while, Shen Qingming gradually relaxed and began to look around the cave. Although it was a cave, it was very dry inside and didn’t have the cold dampness usually associated with caves. Instead, it had a hint of warmth. The stone walls seemed to have a faint warmth, probably meaning it was warm in winter and cool in summer here. A fragrance vaguely permeated the air, and just a few sniffs made one feel refreshed, probably the scent from Long Qing’s body.

The things in the cave were not complete, one could even say very simple. Looking around, besides the stone slab bed covered with animal skins, there was also a stone that looked like a stool. Several bamboo tubes hung on the wall, seemingly for holding water. That was all. It was only slightly better than living with wild animals.

How long had Long Qing lived here? Or was it just temporary? But judging from the furnishings in the cave, it seemed she had lived here for quite some time. Living in a cave, accompanied by a tiger, and she remembered her second uncle often scolding Shen Jinbao, saying that there were gods in the mountains, the territory of the Dragon King. How did Long Qing dare to live here alone, not afraid of offending the Dragon King? Or was Long Qing a girl offered to the Dragon King?

She knew that some places had terrifying customs. Worshipping the Dragon King Temple not only involved livestock and gold and silver jewelry but also women. Could Long Qing be a woman offered to the Dragon King? This seemed to explain why Long Qing lived alone in the deep mountains.

Just as her mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, Long Qing returned.

Shen Qingming acted like a child being called out, instinctively straightening up, her reserved attitude stemming from fear of displeasing Long Qing. She moved closer to the edge of the bed, daring only to sit on the very edge, not wanting to take up too much of Long Qing’s space.

Long Qing came in carrying a pottery pot. Steam rose from the pot, and the aroma of rice could be faintly smelled.

Shen Qingming hadn’t eaten for a long time. Now, this aroma was so rich and pure, like a poison drilling straight into her nostrils, making her stomach rumble loudly.

*Gluglu.*

The sound echoed in the quiet and empty cave, and it was precisely because of this sound that Shen Qingming hurriedly lowered her head. Her messy hair fell down, but half of her small red face was exposed.

“It seems I came at just the right time.” The woman’s clear laughter sounded inexplicably like a string of silver bells, pleasant and rippling. Shen Qingming couldn’t help but secretly raise her eyes. Her cautious gaze happened to meet Long Qing’s. Like a startled little rabbit, she suddenly lowered her head again, her chin almost buried in her chest.

Long Qing didn’t understand why the Bean Sprout had become so reserved again after just a short absence. They were both girls. Was she really that shy? She placed the pottery pot by the bedside, gesturing to her. “I’m not very good at cooking rice, so I just boiled it until it was soft. It should be edible. If you’re hungry, just eat some for now.”

Shen Qingming glanced at the pottery pot and was surprised again. There was indeed rice inside. To cook rice, one naturally added water and rice together and boiled it until it was soft and edible. However, this rice was not quite rice and not quite porridge but somewhere in between. But it was already enough to shock Shen Qingming. She had never eaten so much rice, and it was white rice. The rich aroma of rice was something she had never encountered in the old Shen family. This must be new rice.

Seeing her standing there stunned for a long time without moving, Long Qing also glanced at the earthenware pot. She was a dragon, and simple food could be eaten after roasting. There was no complicated cooking like humans did.

“Don’t you like it? But this is all I have for now. Or would you rather I get something else another day?” she asked, thinking that Bean Sprout didn’t like this food.

Shen Qingming hurriedly shook her head. “No, it’s fine, it’s already very good. It’s just that I don’t need to eat so much. A little bit is enough for me.” It was a habit she had developed from living under other people’s roofs since childhood. Others showing kindness was their business, but she couldn’t take it for granted and couldn’t be greedy for more. That was the survival rule that had allowed her to live to this age.

“How can you be full eating just this little bit? No wonder you look like a bean sprout. Just eat what I give you. It’s a waste if you don’t eat it anyway.” Long Qing saw her scooping up two spoonfuls, preparing to eat with the lid of the pottery pot. Her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly. She directly stuffed the pottery pot into her arms, telling her to hold it and eat.

Shen Qingming was overwhelmed by favor. She had originally wanted to say that Long Qing could also eat, but then she saw Long Qing walk outside by herself. A moment later, she came back carrying a whole roasted deer leg. The deer leg was roasted to a reddish-brown, steaming hot, and emitting a rich, charred aroma.

Okay, she swallowed the words she was about to say and couldn’t help but gulp. In front of the deer leg, the rice porridge paled in comparison. Seeing Long Qing sitting alone on the stone stool and gnawing on the deer leg, completely ignoring her, Shen Qingming scooped up the rice porridge and ate it in small mouthfuls, her eyes occasionally drifting to the distance, not knowing if she was looking at the deer leg or the person.

Eating was unusually quiet. Shen Qingming secretly glanced at Long Qing until a feeling of fullness came from her stomach, bringing her back to her senses. Because she had been chronically underfed, her stomach had become very small. Even though the rice porridge was delicious, she only ate a small half-bowl and put it down, feeling a little uncomfortable from being full.

“Are you full?” Long Qing had finished the deer leg and frowned again when she saw that only a small half-bowl of rice porridge had been eaten.

Shen Qingming lowered her head, looking like she had done something wrong. She couldn’t even finish the food given to her, and these precious rice porridge would be wasted. Why was she so useless?

“I can’t eat anymore.”

“Then do you need to rest?” Long Qing wasn’t angry. She took the pottery pot outside and then came back to ask her.

Shen Qingming nodded. After eating, she felt waves of dizziness in her head. She had only just woken up today and was still very weak. It was already rare for her to maintain her spirit for so long.

“Then rest.” Long Qing gestured to the bed. Shen Qingming obediently lay down, not daring to lie completely on it, but sleeping on the edge, curled up like a small cat.

Looking at that dangerous position where she could roll off the bed with just a slight movement, Long Qing actually wanted to laugh. This girl. Taking advantage of Shen Qingming’s unpreparedness, she reached down with both hands. Even after eating something, she was still as light as a feather. She easily scooped her up. Indeed, she was still too light. She placed her on the bed and tucked her in with the blanket.

Shen Qingming exclaimed softly, trying to get up, but was scolded back down by Long Qing’s icy gaze. She obediently lay on the blanket. The soft blanket wouldn’t rub against her wounds, and it was actually very comfortable. At this moment, she discovered something even more embarrassing: there was only one bed here.