The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 11

Taking the dragon cub away from the sect was no easy task—at least, not for someone with Feng Qingzhuo’s current cultivation level.

The reality was that she was simply too weak. Her initial mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation was insignificant no matter where she went. However, she had been diligently practicing recently and had already reached the late-stage Qi Refining realm. Moreover, the place she was going wasn’t far from the Tianxuan Sect—just a market at the foot of the mountain—so there shouldn’t be any danger.

Even so, she had to plead and bargain tirelessly, offering a considerable amount of spirit stones as an incentive and even sacrificing some of her own cultivation resources before finally convincing an elder in charge of spirit beast outings to grant her this opportunity. On top of that, the approval process alone required multiple steps.

But Feng Qingzhuo was long accustomed to such things. In the sect, having neither background nor strength meant this was the norm. The sect leader had taken in many disciples—she was the first, but she certainly wouldn’t be the last.

What’s more… Feng Qingzhuo had been stationed at Misty Peak for years, which was practically equivalent to being exiled to the borderlands. Strangely enough, she didn’t feel particularly bothered by it. In fact, she enjoyed the peace and quiet, free from outside disturbances. The only downside was that acquiring resources wasn’t as convenient as it was for disciples who constantly hovered around their master.

But…

A faint smile appeared on Feng Qingzhuo’s face.

At least the results of her efforts this time had been worth it.

On her way back to Misty Peak, Feng Qingzhuo clutched the travel permit she had spent days obtaining in her right hand, while her left carried a sharp-toothed rabbit. Her mood couldn’t have been better.

She even found herself imagining how happy her little dragon cub would be when it woke up and saw these things. The thought alone made her lips curl into a smile, and she quickened her steps home.

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Misty Peak.

The peak was perpetually blanketed in snow that never melted. Yet, amidst the endless white, one could first catch the faint fragrance of plum blossoms before spotting the trees themselves. Further ahead stood a red-bricked, white-tiled building nestled in the snow, with several wintersweet trees growing wildly in front of the courtyard. Beneath the trees lay a five-petal lotus stone table and four stone stools, half-buried in snow, arranged like stars encircling the moon around the round table.

The dragon cub loved the scent of wintersweet, so Feng Qingzhuo had transplanted a few more trees and planted them right by the door, ensuring the cub could catch their delicate fragrance as soon as it stepped outside.

Feng Qingzhuo trudged through the wind and snow. Since she hadn’t yet reached the Foundation Establishment stage, sword flight was still too strenuous for her. As a result, she alternated between flying and walking to save time.

As soon as she stepped inside, warmth enveloped her. She tossed the sharp-toothed rabbit onto the newly installed grill, scored it, and rubbed it with seasoning before washing her hands and heading toward the bed where the dragon cub rested.

The cat that had claimed a small nest by the bed sensed someone approaching and immediately lifted its head, alert. The yellow bell around its neck jingled softly. Recognizing Feng Qingzhuo, the cat lowered its head again, settling back into its nest with a lazy flick of its tail before resuming its nap.

Feng Qingzhuo cautiously approached the dragon cub’s bedside. The little dragon slept obediently, barely moving once settled in bed. When Feng instinctively reached her hand into the warm blanket, even contemplating rubbing the cub’s belly, Chris suddenly opened her eyes.

The drowsy dragon cub, sensing the chill, blinked open unfocused eyes clouded with sleep. She shook her head groggily, trying to clear her mind—until she saw Feng Qingzhuo.

Her human.

The black dragon cub’s eyes brightened instantly, all traces of sleep vanishing. Those deep crimson pupils sparkled as Chris gave Feng an adorably sweet smile, starlight shimmering in her gaze.

So beautiful.

Feng’s breath hitched uncontrollably, her pulse racing so hard she wondered if she’d gone deaf—her ears filled with nothing but a dull buzz. Or perhaps her entire focus had been stolen by the little dragon before her.

“A-Zhuo!” Chris’s sudden call shattered the silence, startling Feng. So… she wasn’t deaf after all.

She’d just been… too entranced.

Chris grabbed Feng’s cold hand from under the blankets and pressed it against her own warm belly with a giggle. “A-Zhuo, your hands are freezing!”

“Come in here—I’ll warm you up.”

Feng: !!!

Her breathing grew even heavier as she stubbornly turned away, desperate to hide her burning cheeks—redder than a baboon’s backside.

“A-Zhuo.” Chris kicked off the blankets and sprang up, wings fluttering as she clung to Feng’s body like a koala. Teasingly, she added, “A-Zhuo, even your ears are red.”

Feng: !!!

The travel documents Feng had meant to show the dragon cub scattered across the floor with a rustle as she instinctively hugged Chris tighter.

“A-Zhuo…” Chris’s muffled voice, laced with warmth against Feng’s chest, sent inexplicable shivers down her spine. Trembling, Feng fought to suppress the overwhelming sensation.

This was… lethal.

Feng sat rigidly upright while Chris diligently marked her with scent over and over—each touch declaring this human as hers.

Disturbed by the rustling papers, the cat cracked one eye open. Seeing the human cuddling that black lizard yet again, it flicked its tail in annoyance before shutting its eyes, unable to bear the saccharine display.

“I’m hungry,” Chris announced after completing her daily scent-marking ritual, pointing at her mouth with a claw.

“O-okay!” Feng stammered, carrying the dragon cub back to bed like she’d suffered electric shock. Still reeling, she turned toward the firepit where spitted rabbits roasted.

Just waking up, Chris flew off the bed and immediately spotted the pass left behind by Feng Qingzhuo. Curious, she picked it up with her mouth and hopped onto the table.

Pushing it open with her claws, she saw two bold red characters written on it—”Approved.”

The little dragon happily flapped her wings and spun in circles. By the time Feng Qingzhuo finished slicing the sharp-toothed rabbit and brought it to the table, feeding her with chopsticks, Chris had already neatly tucked away the pass beside the table.

With a sweet smile, she said, “A-Zhuo.”

“I like you, A-Zhuo.”

“So much.”

Feng Qingzhuo, who had just barely cooled down and regained his composure, instantly flushed even redder.