The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 10

“If you want to stay in my territory, you’ll have to acknowledge me as your boss!” The little dragon puffed out her chest proudly. After marking Feng Qingzhuo with her scent, the kitten’s interest in humans had waned considerably.

The kitten rolled its eyes at her but didn’t outright refuse. Still injured, it had no choice but to temporarily submit to the little dragon’s domineering authority.

Dragon whelps need plenty of sleep, so after that day, Chris’s life settled into relative peace. When awake, she either ate or chased and played with the kitten, picking up quite a few of its bad habits—whether it was climbing onto roofs every other day or mimicking the kitten’s graceful landings. Feng Qingzhuo didn’t seem to mind, but the dragon spirit was nearly driven mad.

Their precious dragon whelp, with perfectly good wings, was learning to climb and jump around like a cat!!!

Dragon God help them, how could their clan have produced such a thing?! An absolute traitor!!! A perfectly good dragon whelp, learning cat behavior!!!

The only consolation for the dragon spirit was that, amid all the play, Chris was also learning from the kitten—how to control dragon flames and manipulate fire energy. The kitten didn’t hold back in teaching her. Book knowledge was shallow; the dragon spirit’s explanations were too abstract for a beginner. But now, the dragon whelp was no longer the pushover she once had been.

Until…

“Who are you?” Feng Qingzhuo had changed into clean robes and calmly stepped out of her room, only to find a thinly dressed female disciple standing at her door.

The disciple was very young, likely only thirteen or fourteen, clad in a cyan-green training uniform.

Cyan-green was the most common color in Tianxuan Sect, indicating mediocre cultivation talent and likely no influential background. She resembled a tender new leaf, shivering in the cold wind as it seeped into her sleeves. She kept blowing into her cupped hands, seemingly about to knock on the door when Feng Qingzhuo opened it abruptly.

Frowning slightly, Feng Qingzhuo knew that Misty Peak was usually deserted. Mutant ice spiritual roots were exceedingly rare, and currently, she was the only one qualified to cultivate there. Even if her master needed her, he wouldn’t send such an inexperienced disciple—one who didn’t even know how to use spiritual energy to keep warm.

The sudden opening of the door seemed to startle the girl. She flinched, her neck shrinking, eyes reddening as she took a step back. Her round, deer-like eyes regarded Feng Qingzhuo as if she were some terrifying beast. She stammered for a long while without making any sense, only repeating, “Um… the kitten…”

“Y-yes… have you…” Then she lowered her head and added timidly, “Senior Sister… h-have you seen a kitten?”

“A kitten?” Feng Qingzhuo arched an eyebrow.

“Yes…” The disciple sounded uncertain, her voice barely above a whisper as she kept her head down.

From her attire, Feng Qingzhuo could tell she was still an outer disciple who hadn’t been formally accepted by a master. Her cultivation talent was poor, and her training robes were made of the cheapest cotton-silk blend—the most basic and inexpensive kind.

There were many such people in the Tianxuan Sect—those without background, talent, or wealth. Most would form factions, align themselves with powerful figures within the sect, and beg for their protection. Feng Qingzhuo had seen plenty of them.

It made sense. No disciple with a master would still be unable to wield spiritual energy at this point. If not for this kitten, this girl probably wouldn’t have come to her.

But this kitten…

Feng Qingzhuo lowered her gaze, a flicker of thought passing through her eyes.

“What kind of kitten is it?” she asked deliberately, her voice slow and patient.

The female disciple looked up, her eyes brimming with tears. In her agitation, her voice trembled with a sob.

“It’s very, very small, with a little yellow bell around its neck. Its eyes are amber, and its head has beautiful black markings. All four paws are black.” When speaking of the kitten, the girl seemed to have endless words, but soon, her voice weakened. “It’s hurt… badly hurt. Someone is chasing it…”

Feng Qingzhuo found it slightly odd. She studied the disciple before her again, but before she could respond, a voice from inside the room interrupted.

“A-Zhuo!” The newly awakened little dragon instinctively called out to the figure at the door, only to find Feng Qingzhuo unresponsive, still standing there with the door open, letting the cold wind rush in. Chris hurried to her side, nudging her hand with her head in concern. “Did something happen?”

Unfortunately, not everyone could understand what Chris said. Western dragons and humans had different vocal structures—dragons mostly spoke through ventriloquism, rarely needing to open their mouths. Most of the time, moving their jaws was merely an aesthetic choice to appear more human-like, though Chris wasn’t very skilled at it yet.

Of course, this was one of the downsides of not inheriting ancestral memories directly. Everything had to be learned slowly. Fortunately, a dragon’s long lifespan gave her plenty of time to study.

Besides, having an encyclopedia in one’s mind was a completely different experience from having a mentor. Even with knowledge in her head, she still had to comprehend it. A mentor, however, could provide immediate, precise answers—far more flexible and efficient than the AI Q&A systems from her past life.

Chris tugged at Feng Qingzhuo’s sleeve with her claws, peeking through the door crack to curiously examine the stranger.

This was the second human she had seen since hatching—other than Feng Qingzhuo. The little dragon studied the newcomer intently, her gaze lingering on the girl’s face before shifting back to Feng Qingzhuo, as if playing a game of spot-the-difference between the two.

“Stop staring. She’s definitely not as good-looking as your two-legged pet,” the dragon soul chimed in, assuming the hatchling was about to boast again. “Though I hate to admit it, your two-legged one is pretty decent.”

Chris: ?

Chris blinked. “Wait, where did you get that idea?”

The dragon spirit spoke slowly, trying to make her understand, “Nearly every dragonet with a ‘Guardian’ likes to show off their two-legged creature to other dragonets.”

“This is perfectly normal.”

The dragon spirit raised its eyes, “There’s no need for you to find it strange.”

Chris looked at it oddly, “What do you take me for?”

She added, “You can’t judge me by dragonet standards. I’m a transmigrator, I’m human.”

Chris muttered under her breath, “Why are you still so stubborn?”

“Stubborn” was a term from her hometown dialect, often referring to someone who’s inflexible.

“No, you are a dragon.” On matters of principle, the dragon spirit wouldn’t yield. It met Chris’s gaze directly, its whiskers swaying, those solemn golden dragon eyes reflecting the pride unique to a dragon race with tens of thousands of years of heritage.

Chris was taken aback. She suddenly realized something—dragons actually looked down on humans. Just like how they called humans “two-legged creatures,” or referred to humans who made contracts with dragons as “Guardians.”

Or perhaps “pets” would be more fitting? Pets were something humans liked to show off, and weren’t humans called “two-legged creatures” just the same for dragons to boast about?

When Chris realized that choosing between being human or dragon was actually an extremely serious matter to the dragon spirit. It absolutely wouldn’t allow any dragonet to willingly degrade themselves, to think of themselves as those two-legged creatures, just like how a normal person wouldn’t idly think of themselves as a dog.

After a moment’s thought, Chris grinned. Since she was here, she might as well accept it. With a relaxed laugh, she spread her wings and said, “Of course I’m a dragon.”

“That’s beyond doubt.”

Since she’d already accepted the fact of transmigration, since she’d already accepted the name Chris, why did she need to so stubbornly insist she was human? Being human was her past life. Being a dragon—this was her first time, and she still had much to learn.

Seeing this, the dragon spirit’s expression finally softened considerably. It had no intention of making things difficult for its own dragonet here, so it averted its gaze, and everything returned to normal.

Since Chris chose to be a dragon, it meant she acknowledged this identity and would also need to shoulder the responsibilities that came with it.

To be precise, she actually had no choice at all. The only reason outsiders didn’t dare to easily bully or humiliate her now was because behind her stood the mighty Dragon Valley.

She was the Little Highness of the dragon race.

That was all.

The female disciple, who had been weeping earlier, froze for a moment upon seeing the little dragon, staring blankly at it, momentarily forgetting what she was about to say.

Noticing the other’s gaze fixed on her little dragon, Feng Qingzhuo instinctively felt displeased. She tucked the little dragon, which had peeked out its head, back inside. For some reason, a thought surfaced in her mind—this was her dragon! Her dragon! Hers, and only hers!

Her dragon! Hers!! And only hers!!!

Feng Qingzhuo was startled by her own thoughts and silently recited a mantra to calm her mind. Pressing her lips together, her eyes fell on Chris. Possessiveness, affection, and that trace of tenderness—all these emotions were hidden beneath a pair of gentle phoenix eyes.

The effects of the Heart-Cleansing Mantra became apparent.

Feng Qingzhuo suppressed her emotions.

However, merely bottling up emotions without release would only lead to disaster. One day, when the dam finally burst, she would drown in the flood.

“Apologies, junior sister,” Feng Qingzhuo said calmly as she firmly pushed the restless dragon cub inside the house. “I only have the capacity to raise one.”

“As for the cat you mentioned…” She feigned contemplation, pausing before continuing gently, “Why don’t you leave me your name or address? If I happen to find the cat you spoke of, I’ll be sure to notify you.”

“The weather on Misty Peak is bitterly cold,” Feng Qingzhuo remarked, noticing the girl shivering. “I assume you don’t possess an ice spiritual root?”

With that, she stepped inside, retrieved a small pumpkin-shaped hand warmer, filled it with charcoal, and handed it to the disciple outside. “You should leave soon.”

The girl outside stood frozen for a long moment. Taking the hand warmer, she felt warmth instantly spread through her palms. Convinced that this senior sister didn’t seem deceitful, she finally murmured, “I… I’m Wen Qian.”

“I live on Ten Thousand Swords Peak.”

“Um…” Wen Qian suddenly looked up at Feng Qingzhuo, who was about to close the door, and blurted, “If you see that cat, could you pass on a message for me?”

“Tell it to run—as far away as possible!”

“Young Master Li is looking for it.”

After saying this, Wen Qian bowed hastily. “Thank you for your trouble, Senior Sister.”

Without waiting for a response, she clutched the pumpkin-shaped warmer and disappeared step by step into the snowstorm.

“A-Zhuo.” Chris noticed Feng Qingzhuo’s solemn expression upon returning, her head lowered in deep thought, and called out softly.

“Hmm?” Feng Qingzhuo scooped the little dragon into her arms, nuzzling her and weighing her playfully. “Seems like you’ve gained some weight.”

“Hey!” Chris flailed indignantly in her embrace, prompting Feng Qingzhuo to surrender with a soothing pat on her head. “What did you want to say earlier?”

Chris’s eyes sparkled. “She was wearing summer clothes just now!”

“I—want—to—go—out!!!”

“A-Zhuo, why don’t we go down the mountain for a stroll? Please?” Chris pleaded excitedly. “I love summer!!!”

Naturally, Feng Qingzhuo wouldn’t deny such a request. “Alright,” she agreed.