The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 1

“Ugh—” Xia Weiqi struggled desperately in the thick liquid, swallowing several mouthfuls of the unknown substance in the process.

Her memories froze at the moment she was sent flying by a truck.

Xia Weiqi had merely stayed up all night reading a trashy xianxia novel recommended by her best friend. To soothe her wounded soul, she impulsively decided to cross the street to buy breakfast. Unfortunately, before she could even take a bite, she was hit by a runaway truck. Now, her original body was probably beyond dead.

If you asked Xia Weiqi what was happening now, after finally managing to lift her head from the viscous liquid, she would say this was probably the most classic case of transmigration in fiction.

After all, one couldn’t go from standing on a wide road one second to being trapped in this cramped space the next.

No hospital would do something like this.

Besides, stories about reincarnating in another world were common enough—it wasn’t too far-fetched for it to happen to her, especially since she died from being hit by a truck. That cause of death was practically a classic in the transmigration genre.

Xia Weiqi accepted it quickly. As the saying went, if you can’t beat it, join it. Right now, she probably wouldn’t be able to return anytime soon, so figuring out how to escape this enclosed space was the priority.

While adjusting her body, she groped around, searching for any mechanism that might release her. The walls were too smooth, and her thoughts drifted back to the moments before her death.

Normally, Xia Weiqi skipped breakfast—except yesterday, on a whim!

Mainly because the trashy xianxia novel she read last night was utterly ridiculous!

The novel was marketed as a power fantasy, xianxia, and “strong female lead” story, but in reality, it contained none of the proper xianxia elements. Not only that, but the author gradually reduced the female lead to a side character. The male lead gained power through women, while the female lead grew stronger through dual cultivation. The absurd premise disgusted her to the core. By the end, she wanted to gouge her eyes out and wash them.

The author kept vehemently insisting in the comments: “Strong female lead, absolutely a strong female lead! Female powerhouse! Fight me if you disagree!”

Out of trust for this unfamiliar author and her best friend—and because finding a well-written, genuinely strong female lead novel wasn’t easy—Xia Weiqi gritted her teeth and kept reading, hoping for a twist.

Unfortunately, while there were hints of a strong female lead at the start, the later parts left her utterly repulsed. She couldn’t help but scream internally, “Author, don’t be so outrageous! Author, have you forgotten what kind of story you’re writing?!”

When the male lead was happy, he dual cultivated with the female lead. When he misunderstood her, he dual cultivated with her. When he lost a fight against the antagonist, he dual cultivated with her…

The trashy novel had Xia Weiqi cursing under her breath as she furiously typed in the comments, tearing into both the author and her best friend who recommended it.

The damn novel trampled all over her pet peeves and triggers—it was practically dancing on her landmines!

Fuming, Xia Weiqi scrolled through her phone, eyes bloodshot, gripping her blanket to keep from screaming in the dorm. The resentment she felt after finishing that novel was worse than the dread of waking up for an 8 a.m. class. Her rage alone could probably resurrect ten evil swords. Now, she was left breathless, nearly keeling over on the spot.

With great effort, Xia Weiqi dragged herself out of bed, thinking she’d treat herself to a nice breakfast to soothe her wounded little heart after reading something upsetting. On a whim, she decided to go out for breakfast, only to be hit and killed by a truck running a red light while buying her meal.

Talk about bad luck.

That’s where the memories ended.

Xia Weiqi tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt unbearably heavy—no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t lift them. She attempted to use her hands to help, but they felt useless, refusing to move. A wave of panic washed over her. Did I transmigrate into a disabled body?

After struggling for what felt like forever, Xia Weiqi only felt exhaustion weighing her down. So she leaned back, choosing instead to listen quietly.

Thump.

Thump.

Once she calmed herself, she couldn’t hear anything from the outside world—only the steady, rhythmic beating of her own heart, strong and soothing.

Her entire body relaxed at once. She stretched her legs, but even such a simple movement seemed too much for her fragile form, and she slumped weakly.

A warm, drowsy sensation enveloped her, and soon, she drifted back into sleep.

–

“How about… Chris? Let’s call her Chris.” The Dragon Queen pondered for a moment before cradling the unevenly textured red-and-black egg in her hands, grinning as she turned to the others. “What do you think?”

The Dragon King, utterly devoted to his wife, gazed at her adoringly and replied, “Any name you choose is perfect, my love.”

With both the Dragon King and Queen in agreement, the other dragons had no say in the matter. They quickly chimed in:

“Excellent choice!”

“Chris—such a lovely name.”

“…”

When Xia Weiqi woke again, her ears were filled with incomprehensible chatter. The world around her felt unbearably noisy.

Having never been good with foreign languages, she felt no curiosity toward these strange new sounds—only a throbbing headache.

Vaguely, she sensed a pair of large hands gently stroking her. They were scorching hot, leaving warmth and comfort wherever they touched. The voice accompanying them repeated a single word—Chris.

“Chris.”

“Chris.”

Each utterance grew louder, more fervent than the last.

Xia Weiqi finally pieced it together—she must have died and transmigrated into an egg, becoming the offspring of some unknown creature. And Chris was likely the name her new parents had given her.

But…

These voices were so loud. And worst of all, she couldn’t understand a word.

Just as Chris was lost in thought, she suddenly heard a young girl’s voice, crisp and clear, speaking in her native tongue:

“Master, why is this egg so ugly?”

Bai Wugui’s expression darkened instantly. His right hand shot out like an eagle’s talon, gripping Feng Qingzhuo’s shoulder tightly as he snapped, “Qingzhuo! Mind your words! Apologize to the Dragon King and Queen at once!”

Every human and dragon in the vicinity turned their gaze toward the girl, no older than eleven or twelve. Feng Qingzhuo felt the weight of their stares pressing down on her.

Her companions shot her “Are you insane?!” looks, while the dragons’ eyes burned with anger and displeasure.

“…Sorry.” Feng Qingzhuo trembled slightly, nearly buckling under the pressure. Bai Wugui’s grip was painfully tight, and the pain in her shoulder kept her from speaking further.

Feng Qingzhuo lowered her head, her eyes shadowed with gloom. She wondered what was wrong with her today—why was she acting so out of character? Moreover, how had that unfiltered thought slipped past her lips without a second thought?

She wasn’t someone who lacked self-awareness. How could she make such a foolish mistake at a time like this?

Xia Weiqi: !!!

This was the first time Xia Weiqi had heard a familiar hometown accent. Overwhelmed with joy, she began frantically ramming her head against the eggshell, desperate to break free. A powerful urge surged within her—she had to meet the owner of that voice.

So, she wasn’t the only one who had crossed over to this world! She knew it! She knew it!! There was no way she was the only one who had transmigrated! A fellow traveler from home!

Meeting a fellow transmigrator—tears would flow in mutual recognition.

The violent trembling of the dragon egg drew the attention of everyone present, humans and dragons alike. Feng Qingzhuo’s earlier remark was instantly forgotten. None of the dragons cared to hold a grudge against a human child of eleven or twelve. After all, children spoke without restraint, and the mighty dragons were willing to extend a sliver of tolerance. That very tolerance allowed Feng Qingzhuo to breathe a sigh of relief.

She recalled her master’s teachings before this journey. Her mood grew heavy, and she sternly reminded herself—she must not repeat such disrespectful words or actions again.

Then, in an instant—change.

A pillar of crimson flames erupted into the sky, centered around the dragon egg. The heavens themselves seemed to shift, and even the long-deceased dragons released ancient, resonant roars from their jaws.

In the blink of an eye, day turned to night, stars wheeled across the firmament.

The dragons present erupted in excitement, transforming into their true forms. Wings spread wide, they took to the skies, soaring toward the crimson inferno.

Their massive bodies blotted out the sun and moon. Tails raised high, heads lifted proudly, they breathed torrents of dragonfire, encircling the central blaze like stars paying homage to the moon. One after another, their thunderous roars shook the heavens as they bestowed blessings upon the newly hatched dragonling.

The greater the celestial phenomenon triggered by the egg, the greater the hatchling’s innate potential. Barring untimely demise, this one would surely lead the dragonkin into a glorious new era.

The disciples of Tianxuan Sect turned as one to Bai Wugui.

As their leader, it fell to him to step forward and offer congratulations to the Dragon Monarch and his consort. Tradition also dictated that he present a jar of fine wine in celebration.

Dragons adored wine—yet at this moment, every dragon’s gaze was fixed on the egg. None spared a thought for these outsiders. Bai Wugui showed no displeasure, downing the wine himself. A fleeting shadow passed through his eyes.

Time crawled. Under the watchful eyes of all, the egg continued to tremble violently—yet it refused to crack. As the wait dragged on, the dragons grew restless, wings flapping in agitation as they circled impatiently.

Hatching was a natural process. No outside interference was permitted. All they could do was wait in silence, eyes locked on the unyielding shell.

“Perhaps… a change of environment?” Feng Qingzhuo murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Yet like a pebble dropped into still water, it shattered the silence.

As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it. Feng Qingzhuo pinched her palm hard. The dragons’ hearing was extremely sharp, but they actually thought her idea was quite good, completely disregarding that it was just the words of a child like Feng Qingzhuo.

Feng Qingzhuo breathed a sigh of relief, merely turning slightly to the side. Her hairs stood on end, feeling as if someone was watching her.

When she turned her head, she happened to meet the gaze of the Dragon Queen.

Facing the vertical pupils of the dragon, Feng Qingzhuo instinctively averted her eyes, only to see the usually solemn Dragon Queen give her a kind smile.

That expression was like a benevolent elder caring for a younger generation. Feng Qingzhuo instinctively straightened her back and returned a polite smile to the Dragon Queen.

Meanwhile, the cultivators and dragons gathered together to discuss. The Dragon High Priest stroked his white beard and said,

“How about trying a fire bath? The celestial phenomenon just triggered by the young prince was heavenly fire, a fire-attribute phenomenon. The young prince must be a fire-attribute dragon. Perhaps the lack of fire elements here is preventing him from hatching?”

The dragons nodded in agreement. However, after two hours of intense fire bathing, the dragon egg still showed no signs of movement.

“Maybe we should try a water bath instead? The fire element might be too intense. Although our dragon bodies aren’t afraid of flames, that’s only true for adult dragons. The young prince is still in the egg stage. How about using hot spring water? It contains both water and fire elements,” suggested a dual-attribute dragon elder proficient in both water and fire.

The dragons were uncertain but found his reasoning sound, so they agreed.

They placed the dragon egg in the hot spring water, gently wiping its surface while waiting quietly for any reaction.

Unfortunately, though the egg trembled slightly upon entering the water, it soon became still again.

Humans and dragons exchanged glances, waiting another two hours, but the attempt still ended in failure.

“Might I suggest an attempt? Perhaps the young prince would be interested in ancient Eastern music?” Bai Wugui proposed, and none of the dragons objected.

Bai Wugui signaled to his musically gifted disciple to step forward and play a tune. Though the music was exquisite, the dragon egg remained unresponsive.

Both humans and dragons scratched their heads in frustration, having tried numerous methods, yet the stubborn egg refused to hatch. The dragons were growing increasingly anxious but couldn’t simply crack the egg open from the outside. All they could do was wait.

Currently, the hatching of this dragon egg was the foremost concern in Dragon Valley. As long as it remained unhatched, the dragons wouldn’t shift their focus to Bai Wugui and his group. Thus, both humans and dragons were desperate, exhausting every possible method just to make the little dragon emerge from its shell. In a way, their goals were aligned.

As for Feng Qingzhuo, she appeared unusually tense, her eyes slightly closed and lips pressed tightly together, terrified that her body might once again blurt out something shocking beyond her control.

She didn’t understand why she was having these reactions. Thoughts that should have remained in her mind were inexplicably voiced aloud. Unable to control her own speech, she found the situation utterly dreadful.

Feng Qingzhuo was also puzzled as to why this was happening, but sometimes, the harder one tries to avoid something, the more unavoidable it becomes. Yet, how could a child of eleven or twelve possibly control such sudden physical anomalies?

The dragon egg was surrounded by flames, placed by the dragon mother atop a nest built from gold coins and treasures. Seeing the egg remain motionless, both humans and dragons began murmuring among themselves. Only Feng Qingzhuo faintly heard a roar from within the egg—as if someone was calling out to her… It truly felt like someone was summoning her.

Originally leaning against the table with her eyes closed, Feng Qingzhuo’s fingers twitched slightly, curling inward as she tried to ignore this sudden phenomenon. She silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra in her mind, attempting to rid herself of distracting thoughts.

Unfortunately, the more she recited the mantra internally, the clearer the voice in her heart became, making it impossible to ignore. This forced Feng Qingzhuo to confront the reality—someone was indeed calling out to her.

At that very moment, as the Heart-Cleansing Mantra took effect and Feng Qingzhuo cleared her mind, the voices of the people and dragons around her vanished entirely. All she could hear was the voice within her heart, uttering a strange phrase:

“Hey, fellow countryman.”

Feng Qingzhuo’s expression shifted slightly as she murmured in response,

“Fellow countryman?”