The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 14

Noticing that Chris wasn’t too keen on continuing the heavy topic, Dragon Soul changed the subject. “Don’t you think this scene feels familiar?”

Chris: ?

The little dragon scratched her head with a claw, slowly forming a question mark in the air.

Chris turned her head and curled her lips at it. “What’s familiar about this?”

Dragon Soul replied with utmost seriousness, “After reviewing most of the so-called ‘wish-fulfillment novels’ you’ve read, I noticed they all seem to have this kind of plot. What was it your world called it? A mysterious old man delivering a cheat item? Or… an old geezer dropping gold coins for you?”

Chris: ?

“Holy sh1t, don’t just pick up random phrases!!! That’s not how you use them!!!” Chris was utterly dumbfounded, her entire dragon face frozen in shock.

The corners of the little dragon’s mouth twitched, her smile stiffening. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening, and she hurriedly tried to use her claws to cover the mouth of the little white dragon floating in midair. Chris shouted,

“Dragon Soul! Elder Dragon Soul! Dragon Soul, sir! Please, for the love of god, stop reading all that trashy fiction of mine!”

Still, now that Dragon Soul had pointed it out, Chris couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. If things really were playing out like Dragon Soul described, then the next step would be a villain showing up to steal the cheat item/treasure, right?

But come on… this is a xianxia world! And an Eastern one at that! Who in their right mind would spend 100 spirit stones to openly challenge a clearly powerful cultivator for a Western gold coin…? Surely no one would want to make enemies so casually, right? Right?! There’s no way the plot would force such stupidity!!!

After reassuring herself multiple times—No way, absolutely no way—Chris poked her head out of the basket and saw…

Chris: ?

Holy sh1t, there really is someone!

Wait, you look kinda familiar.

Oh, and you’re talking to my A-Zhuo.

An acquaintance of hers?

But when she saw the woman lean in uncomfortably close to Feng Qingzhuo, even reaching out to touch the gold coin in her hand, Chris was stunned—then immediately furious.

What the—hey, lady! Who the hell are you?! Why are you getting so close to my A-Zhuo?!

Hey, hey, hey! Cut it out with the flirting!!! What the hell is this?! Why does everyone keep trying to steal her from me?!

Hiding inside the basket, Chris watched with burning eyes. The little dragon was pissed—really pissed. And when the little dragon got mad, she needed an outlet. Unable to hold back any longer, Chris started clawing at Feng Qingzhuo’s basket, deliberately making sharp scratching noises.

Fortunately, Chris had enough sense to hold back her strength. Otherwise, the bamboo-woven basket wouldn’t have lasted more than a couple of scratches, and she’d have come tumbling out in a messy heap.

Standing before Feng Qingzhuo was a slender woman dressed in a pale blue dress, tied at the waist with a pure white sash. She smiled gently and greeted her, “Senior Sister, what a coincidence.”

“I wonder if you still remember—that day on Misty Peak, you lent me a pumpkin-shaped furnace.”

Wen Qian appeared gentle and delicate, with soft, fair skin. When she changed into casual clothes, she looked even more fragile, clearly the pampered daughter of some wealthy family.

However… when Feng Qingzhuo’s gaze landed on the thick calluses on the second joint of Wen Qian’s index finger and the base of her little finger, her eyes sharpened. These were the marks of years of sword practice. Combined with Wen Qian’s earlier mention of living on the Ten Thousand Swords Peak, she must be a diligent but not particularly talented sword cultivator.

It was precisely because of these calluses from relentless training that Feng Qingzhuo had initially mistaken Wen Qian—dressed in her green cultivation robes—for a hardworking but somewhat dull disciple with neither talent nor backing.

Now, seeing Wen Qian in her casual attire, the exquisite fabric and intricate embroidery of her clothes made it clear they were beyond the means of an ordinary family. She had to be the daughter of a prominent household.

Still, this young lady was either foolish or reckless—braving the Misty Peak alone in summer clothes without even a coat. Feng Qingzhuo didn’t know whether to call her stupid or suspicious.

Her eyes swept over Wen Qian’s face, but she detected nothing amiss. She didn’t seem the latter…

Had she been overly sheltered by her family? Feng Qingzhuo mused silently.

“I truly can’t thank you enough, Senior Sister,” Wen Qian said brightly, taking Feng Qingzhuo’s hand with practiced ease. “If not for the brazier you gave me that day, I might have lost my life on Misty Peak.”

“A life-saving favor is beyond repayment…” Wen Qian murmured, then asked, “Is there anything you desire, Senior Sister?”

“Do you like this gold coin?” Noticing the coin in Feng Qingzhuo’s hand, Wen Qian immediately raised her hand and patted her chest, addressing the stall owner with bold enthusiasm. “How much spirit stone for this coin? Name your price—I’ll take it!”

Feng Qingzhuo withdrew her hand with slight discomfort, instinctively stepping back to create distance. After all these years, this was the first time she’d met someone so overly familiar. She wasn’t one for close contact, but luckily, Wen Qian was oblivious to such nuances.

The stall owner merely glanced at Wen Qian before turning her gaze back to Feng Qingzhuo. “I’m currently making a deal with her,” she said.

“Do you want it? I’ll take just 100 low-grade spirit stones from you.” The owner shifted slightly, her expression returning to one of indifference. “Not only that, but I’ll also give you a hint.”

Feng Qingzhuo paused, then replied, “I do.”

With that, she retrieved her remaining spirit stones from her storage pouch, counting them one by one.

The tally startled her—she had exactly 100 low-grade spirit stones. Feng Qingzhuo looked up, her dark eyes filled with surprise. It was as if the stall owner had known precisely how much she possessed.

Without hesitation, she gathered the stones and handed them to the female vendor dressed in men’s clothing.

The deal was struck.

Feng Qingzhuo watched her, waiting for the promised advice.

“The path to salvation lies within.”

Feng Qingzhuo was taken aback, staring at the gold coin in her hand. She didn’t quite understand what the woman meant—where did she need any redemption? Hadn’t she already embarked on the path of cultivation, transforming from a beggar into an immortal practitioner? Hadn’t she already found her salvation?

But Chris, who had long been familiar with this phrase, stared at the female vendor in disbelief.

Chris immediately recalled that extremely classic movie from her past life—The Shawshank Redemption.

This was an iconic line, spoken by the warden during a cell inspection to the protagonist. And indeed, the means of escape had truly been hidden within that book. In the film, the protagonist used a hammer concealed within a Bible to dig for nearly twenty years before finally breaking free.

At this moment, Chris no longer cared about Wen Qian. She was far more interested in the origins of this female vendor. Who was she? Why would she say such a thing? Was it a coincidence… or was she also a transmigrator?

Unfortunately, Chris wouldn’t get an answer. The vendor wrapped the items on her stall in the coarse cloth spread on the ground, lifted the bundle, and walked into an alley without giving Chris a chance to call her back.

“How strange,” Wen Qian murmured, watching the gold coin in Feng Qingzhuo’s hand. She scratched her head helplessly, her noble demeanor vanishing instantly as she grinned foolishly. “I really don’t get it. I hate all this pretentious stuff, which is why I chose to study swordsmanship at Ten Thousand Swords Peak.”

Feng Qingzhuo fell into deep thought as she stared at the gold coin she had exchanged for all her savings.

But the violent shaking of the basket on her back forced her to find a secluded spot first. She couldn’t set it down yet, needing to soothe her little dragon hatchling.

Feng Qingzhuo turned slightly. Truthfully, she had no desire to grow close to this wealthy young lady named Wen Qian. That day on Misty Peak, she had given her the brazier to urge her to descend the mountain rather than stay overnight—this had been the reason. Yet, she never expected to run into her again after coming down. What an ill-fated encounter.

However, the other girl didn’t seem to grasp her intentions. Instead, she now regarded Feng Qingzhuo as her savior. The sudden closeness and overly familiar affection made Feng Qingzhuo feel uncomfortable from head to toe.

She wasn’t keen on staying here any longer anyway. The spirit stones in her possession had just run out, and she had already bought what she needed. It was time to return and take on some bounty missions to earn more. Besides, her dragon hatchling had been in the basket for too long—it must be getting restless. She had brought it out for a stroll, not to imprison it in that woven carrier.

So, Feng Qingzhuo bid Wen Qian farewell.

Upon hearing this, Wen Qian looked utterly surprised. She stammered for a moment, seemingly unwilling to part but unable to think of a way to stay. Her eyes darted around before she finally managed a soft “Mhm.”

Feng Qingzhuo nodded politely and turned to leave. But after just two steps, Wen Qian called out to her again.

“Um… Senior Sister… did you see the cat I mentioned?” Though Wen Qian held little hope, she mustered the courage to ask anyway.

Hearing this sound, the cat in the bamboo backpack stiffened. Chris froze completely—the cat sitting opposite her had covered her mouth and entangled her legs, making it impossible for her to move even an inch.

Chris glared fiercely at the cat restraining her, but seeing how genuinely nervous it was, sweating from anxiety, she suppressed her irritation and forced herself to calm down.

She decided to leave this tricky situation to Feng Qingzhuo to handle. As for herself… it was best not to cause any unnecessary trouble.

Feng Qingzhuo patted the straw hat on the backpack, signaling the dragon and cat inside to stay still. Then, she turned to Wen Qian and asked slowly,

“To be honest, I didn’t want to ask you this question initially.” Feng Qingzhuo sighed. “But since you’ve brought it up repeatedly, I have to ask—who is this Young Master Li?”

“The mortal realm is in chaos right now. The people are suffering, starving, and desperately seeking immortality, flooding into the sects of the cultivation world. Because of this, the cultivation world has entered a golden age. And the surname Li… if I recall correctly, the old emperor of the mortal realm also shares that surname. Is this Young Master Li related to the imperial family? Or is he one of the old emperor’s children?”

“And why would they want to capture that cat?”

These questions left Wen Qian stunned. She stood there blankly, lips trembling slightly, before finally beginning to tell Feng Qingzhuo her own story.