The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 12

With this pass in hand, taking the dragon cub away from Misty Peak became remarkably smooth—or more accurately, removing a spirit beast from the Heavenly Profound Sect became much easier.

To prevent her dragon cub from catching unwanted attention, Feng Qingzhuo specially prepared a bamboo baby carrier. She even lined the basket with precious, soft silk and the smooth fur of wild beasts.

“A-Zhuo…” Chris called softly. These days, she had grown increasingly cat-like. Upon waking, she would always nuzzle her head against Feng Qingzhuo’s hand, purring contentedly—a sound that, to Feng Qingzhuo, was no different from a coquettish plea.

Chris stared blankly at the carrier, which was larger than her entire dragon body. In her past life, she had seen such things only in short videos showcasing ancient craftsmanship. Never had she imagined she would encounter one in person after transmigrating.

Tilting her head, the dragon cub watched as Feng Qingzhuo busily stuffed the carrier with items. She simply sat to the side, observing Feng Qingzhuo’s bustling movements.

Finally, Feng Qingzhuo picked her up—the entire dragon—and placed her inside.

Chris: ?

The little dragon was gently lifted by Feng Qingzhuo and then deposited into the carrier typically used for human infants. After a brief wobble, once Chris steadied herself inside, she poked her head out, gripping the edges of the basket with her claws, and called ahead, “A-Zhuo?”

But Feng Qingzhuo had already slung the carrier onto her back. Compared to her current height, the basket was still somewhat oversized. Fortunately, she had grown a bit taller recently, or else the sight would have been even more incongruous.

Turning her head slightly, Feng Qingzhuo caught sight of the dragon cub peeking out. She smiled warmly and asked, “How is it? Does it feel uncomfortable in there?”

Chris shook her head honestly. “A-Zhuo, when are we leaving?”

Feng Qingzhuo: “Now.”

With that, she produced an enormous straw hat from who-knows-where and plopped it onto Chris’s head, completely obscuring the little dragon. The coverage was impeccable—no one would be able to tell what was inside the carrier.

“A-Zhuo!” Chris nudged her, then glanced at the cat lounging by the bed, eyes closed in repose. “Didn’t you say before that someone wanted to capture it?”

“It’s my underling now, so…” Chris trailed off, her gaze lingering on the napping feline.

Feng Qingzhuo raised her chin slightly, immediately seeing through her thoughts. “You want me to bring it along?”

“Can we? Can we? Can we?” Chris’s eyes sparkled as she repeated the question eagerly.

“Why not?” Feng Qingzhuo countered, her dark eyes clear. “Do I seem like the type to ruin the fun?”

“Not at all!” The little dragon fawned, rubbing against Feng Qingzhuo. “Of course not! My A-Zhuo is beautiful and kind-hearted—the best person in the world.”

Praise like this never failed to make Feng Qingzhuo’s cheeks burn with warmth.

She wasn’t nearly as perfect as her little dragon made her out to be.

At this moment, both the human and the dragon turned their gazes toward the cat, who had just woken up and was sharpening its claws on a scratching post.

The cat, unnerved by their stares: ?

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Chris lay in the woven basket, facing a small tabby cat. Fortunately, the basket Feng Qingzhuo had prepared was spacious enough to comfortably fit both a dragon and a cat, with room to spare for movement.

Feng Qingzhuo had even made two holes in the basket specifically for the little dragon, allowing Chris to observe the outside world while hiding inside.

After being transported to this world for so long, this was Chris’s first time leaving Misty Peak, the perpetually snow-capped mountain. Everything in this world filled her with curiosity.

Chris wore an exquisitely crafted wide-brimmed straw hat adorned with colorful flowers and green leaves, making her look both delicate and beautiful. Her face brimmed with excitement as she peeked out, revealing a pair of dark red eyes that scanned her surroundings. When she caught sight of a refreshing patch of green, she knew they had finally left the territory of Misty Peak.

However, as time passed and the Dragon Spirit occasionally lectured her about the uses of various plants—essentially turning the journey into a sleep-inducing biology class—Chris found herself growing drowsy. If she were still a high school student, she wouldn’t have minded, even happily taking notes.

But alas, before her transmigration, she had already spent a year and a half in university. Naturally, Chris had no patience for such lectures now.

After exhausting her excess energy, she sprawled out like a child who, unable to sleep the night before a field trip, dozes off from exhaustion during the journey. Feeling the rhythmic swaying of the basket, Chris couldn’t resist any longer. Her eyes slowly closed, and she drifted off to sleep.

Witnessing this, the cat sitting across from Chris couldn’t help but roll its eyes at the winged black lizard now fast asleep. The idea for this outing had been the dragon’s in the first place. Dragging it along as a third wheel was bad enough, but now the big lizard had the audacity to fall asleep, leaving the cat trapped in the basket with nowhere to escape.

Noticing the movements in the basket behind her gradually still and hearing the sound of steady breathing, Feng Qingzhuo called softly, “Chris?”

No response.

Realizing her dragon had likely dozed off again, Feng Qingzhuo quickened her pace, determined to reach their destination before Chris woke up.

–

Chris was awakened by a delicious aroma.

The little dragon slowly opened her eyes, greeted by a mouthwatering scent.

Chris immediately lifted her head and sniffed again, her eyes lighting up as her stomach, which had been full not long ago, began to growl audibly.

“Dragon Spirit! What’s that amazing smell?” Peering through the basket’s holes was inconvenient, so Chris simply turned to the Dragon Spirit—who could pass through the basket, possessed vast knowledge, and didn’t have to worry about being noticed by others.

Dragons were gluttons by nature, and even the well-traveled Dragon Spirit was no exception.

The moment the little white dragon flew out through the basket’s hole, the Dragon Spirit’s eyes widened in awe. This was… a whole street full of delicious food!!!

“D-do they have…” Dragon Soul swallowed hard, staring at the shop sign before taking a deep breath and reciting, “Brocade Pastry, Jujube Blossom Pastry, Nut Pastry, Floral Pastry, Longjing Tea Pastry, Peach Blossom Pastry, Rose Red Bean Pastry…”

After finishing the list from the first pastry shop, Dragon Soul averted his gaze and turned to another delicatessen, inhaling again before continuing: “And also… steamed bear paws, steamed deer antlers, roasted flower duck, roasted young goose…”

Chris: ???

Chris couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wait, are you doing a food name recital with me?!!”

After finishing another exhaustive list, Dragon Soul moved to a cold drinks shop: “Dark Plum Thirst-Quencher, Cherry Thirst-Quencher, Watermelon Thirst-Quencher… wait?”

“They even have… cherry shaved ice mountain?”

Anticipating Chris’s confusion, Dragon Soul explained, “It’s shaved ice topped with cherry juice and cherry flesh.”

Chris: ???

Chris: !!!

Chris: “Okay, stop the food recital already.”

“Seriously, what era is this?! They even have cold drink shops!!! Are you absolutely sure this is a cultivation world?!! Shouldn’t cultivators be above worldly desires like food? Help! Why are there so many delicious things here!!!”

As she spoke, Chris’s tears of joy literally dripped from her mouth as she nearly died from happiness, “Help me, it’s all delicious!!!”

“Oh my heavenly grandmother, is this paradise?!!”

“A-Zhuo…” When Feng Qingzhuo reached a less crowded area, Chris suddenly poked her head out, tapped Feng Qingzhuo’s shoulder with her claw, and tugged at her sleeve, “A-Zhuo, hungry hungry, food food.”

“What would you like to eat?” Feng Qingzhuo whispered.

“Well…” The little dragon acted extremely embarrassed, “It’s just that, um… this and that… A-Zhuo, do you still have money?”

Chris lowered her head sheepishly and retreated back into the basket.

“Don’t worry about saving for me.” Seeing the little dragon’s prolonged silence and apparent concern about funds, Feng Qingzhuo made the decision for her, “How about we try everything then?”

“How does that sound?”

“If you find something particularly delicious, just remember it and tell me later. I’ll buy you more of it.”

Chris: !!!

The little dragon fell backward, unable to contain her beaming smile, “Hel… help.”

“Oh my heavenly grandmother, I think I’ve transmigrated into paradise.”

The cat whose tail got crushed by the falling dragon: …

Cat: How noble of you, how remarkable, you even have to crush my tail while getting your meal.