The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 15

It turned out that this Young Master Li’s full name was Li Haochen, the fifth prince of Beixiang Kingdom in the mortal realm. Beixiang was a mid-sized country in the northern part of the mortal world, and Wen Qian was indeed the eldest daughter of a prominent family—the prime minister of this kingdom.

There was indeed a twisted fate between her and Li Haochen.

The current ruler of Beixiang was negligent in governance, obsessed only with seeking immortality and enlightenment, allowing his subordinates to act lawlessly and impose excessive taxes. Coinciding with years of calamity—harsh winters and scorching summers—farmers reaped no harvest, leaving the people in dire straits. As a result, large-scale movements seeking immortality and enlightenment emerged throughout Beixiang.

Under such circumstances, people experimented with various cultivation methods, mostly referencing records left by predecessors in ancient texts. Though many of these texts contained fraudulent nonsense, with so many attempting cultivation, a few actually stumbled upon some genuine techniques.

Immortals truly did appear in Beixiang.

More and more people embarked on the path of immortality, leaving the mortal realm and flooding into the cultivation world. Others from neighboring countries followed suit, spreading the trend—cultivation and ascension became the people’s aspiration.

Unfortunately, the quality of these cultivators varied greatly. Most remained mere rogue cultivators with slightly enhanced physiques until death, never even reaching the Qi Refining stage. Yet from that day onward, the cultivation world shed its veil of mystery, revealing itself to the masses—anyone with spiritual roots could cultivate immortality.

As the daughter of Beixiang’s prime minister, Wen Qian naturally yearned for cultivation, especially since she was betrothed to Li Haochen.

Truth be told, she did not like this fifth prince. Li Haochen was sinister and cruel, and as his childhood friend and fiancée, Wen Qian knew this all too well.

At just eleven or twelve years old, Li Haochen had stolen her favorite little sparrow, tortured it to death, plucked all its feathers, and placed the pitiful creature’s corpse in a golden cage. He then had a servant return the cage to her.

Staring at the sparrow’s lifeless body, young Wen Qian wept in grief and fury. She knew the poor thing had been poisoned—all because she had once remarked in front of Li Haochen that its song was beautiful.

As an adult, Li Haochen grew even more tyrannical, mirroring his emperor father’s youthful brutality, and took pleasure in torturing and killing countless maidservants.

Beixiang had an unwritten rule: once one stepped onto the path of immortality, all past grievances would be erased. In other words, if Wen Qian could enter an immortal sect, she would no longer have to marry the fifth prince—their engagement would be nullified.

But… what terrified Wen Qian was that this prince… he had actually followed her here!

Damn it, he had even abandoned his claim to the throne!!!

Somehow, he had also entered Tianxuan Sect and became the “Young Master Li” those disciples spoke of.

He saw her as his prey—he truly wanted her life!!!

Wen Qian was genuinely afraid. Fear and rage burned in her heart like a flame. She wanted to kill him, yet she had no weapon, and she worried for her elderly parents and siblings. Filled with resentment, she could only seethe in helpless hatred.

That cat was a gift from her father for her tenth birthday. Li Haochen had long wanted to target her feline companion. He spread rumors that her cat was actually a cat demon, a spiritual beast, claiming that cultivators could enhance their cultivation and gain immortality by consuming its inner core. The absurd part was how many mindless fools actually believed his nonsense!!!

Wen Qian’s face turned ashen, clearly distressed by recounting these painful memories. If not for her poor spiritual roots, low cultivation level, lack of connections in the cultivation world, and inferior family status compared to Li Haochen—and if not for her unwillingness to bring disaster upon her parents—she would have stabbed that bastard Li Haochen at least twice.

The story ended.

“Please, I’m begging you,” Wen Qian wiped her eyes, “don’t let him find my cat. I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I never want… to see another corpse displayed in a gilded cage again.” She smiled bitterly, seeming completely drained after telling her story. Muttering softly, she staggered away.

Wen Qian gazed at the sky with a mocking laugh, suddenly declaring, “I, Wen Qian, am no caged golden canary—ha!”

Feng Qingzhuo silently toyed with the newly acquired gold coin in her right hand, lowering her head in contemplation.

After hearing the story, Chris also fell silent.

The plot felt vaguely familiar.

It somewhat resembled…

A yandere male lead obsessively loving the female lead, loving her to madness before clipping her wings, attempting to keep her as his caged songbird.

Such a storyline felt deeply unsettling when occurring in reality.

Extremely unsettling.

Chris frowned. She had no desire to confront such a psychopath—it would be troublesome, far too troublesome. Going against a protagonist would be like fighting a cockroach; the joke being they’re practically unkillable.

Feng Qingzhuo lowered her eyes, internally assessing the situation. Having wandered as a beggar for years, she coincidentally stayed in Northern Xiang—the very kingdom from the story. She’d heard numerous court rumors during her travels.

No one paid attention to a wandering beggar, but as the leader of her local beggar group with many underlings, she naturally knew some court secrets.

Most of what Wen Qian said was true.

She had indeed heard similar tales, never expecting the story’s protagonist would one day stand before her, speaking directly.

Feng Qingzhuo stared at the gold coin in her hand, standing motionless like a statue until Chris’s voice from the bamboo backpack broke the silence.

“A-Zhuo, let’s go too.”

Startled, Feng Qingzhuo realized how long she’d been standing. Noticing the setting sun, she hurriedly responded, “Alright.”

–

The dragon cub imitated the female vendor’s posture, sitting cross-legged in the bamboo backpack with claws folded, staring at the cat opposite her for a long while before finally uttering, “You poor thing.”

Cat: ?

The cat rolled its eyes at her, as if saying: Why is this oversized black lizard so emotionally invested? Instead of cultivating properly, who’s she empathizing with now? Me? I’m injured, not dead…

Besides, it’s not some common spirit beast you’d find everywhere—it doesn’t need empathy from a weak little winged black lizard like you!

Her kindness was thrown back in her face. Chris had originally planned to share more food with the cat, but now? No need. She was furious! That cat was just begging for a beating! She really wanted to give it a couple of good punches!

But when she saw the cat’s awkward, fidgeting paws, Chris softened. The dragon whelp muttered under her breath: What a tsundere cat.

She might as well share some of her food with it.

As its leader, she couldn’t bully the weak—that just wasn’t right!

The dragon whelp nodded to herself, satisfied with this reasoning.

–

On the way back, they left the marketplace and took a quiet path. The setting sun cast its golden glow over Feng Qingzhuo, bathing her entirely in its light—she stood illuminated.

Just then, Chris poked her head out, claws gripping the edge of the basket. She lifted her face, letting the wind brush past her. The breeze lifted Feng Qingzhuo’s black hair, and the dragon whelp, catching the draft behind her, struck up a conversation.

“A-Zhuo.”

“What do you plan to do?”

“Wait and see for now.” Feng Qingzhuo walked forward, step by step. “She did say that once you step onto the path of immortality, past grievances are wiped clean. So…”

“So, everything that Young Master Li did can just be erased?” The dragon whelp was indignant. How could something so vile be forgiven? She was angry again—hadn’t she just arrived in this world? Was she some kind of punching bag? She was going to give herself br3ast cancer at this rate!

When Feng Qingzhuo didn’t respond, Chris suddenly looked up at her. The sunset bathed her in gold, but all Chris could see was a dark silhouette against the light.

“So… we need to wait for the right opportunity…” Feng Qingzhuo’s voice was so quiet Chris almost missed it.

It struck Chris then—she seemed to be standing in Feng Qingzhuo’s shadow.

Right now, Feng Qingzhuo felt… inexplicably distant.

Her A-Zhuo… seemed so far away.

Her A-Zhuo…

She was hers.

Chris left the basket for the cat and flapped her wings, flying straight to Feng Qingzhuo’s front, forcing her to stop.

Feng Qingzhuo was surprised but still caught the hovering dragon whelp, cradling her securely in her arms.

Pleased, Chris narrowed her eyes and nestled into a comfortable spot between Feng Qingzhuo’s arms. Held like this, the two of them walked together into the sunset—now, both standing in the light.

The cat in the basket, ever perceptive, didn’t disturb their private moment. It claimed the basket for itself, curling up in a warm, soft nest of fine silk and fur. Soon, it was purring, lost in some sweet dream.

At the foot of the Misty Peak lay a dense forest teeming with wild beasts. A year ago, rumors spread of Bloodthirsty Wolves—ferocious creatures at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment—terrorizing the area, leaving people in fear of being skinned, dismembered, and devoured.

Because of this, hardly anyone dared to take the forest path to Misty Peak.

Moreover, the Merit Hall responsible for assigning missions to disciples had issued a similar bounty at the time, offering a substantial reward in spirit stones. The mission was restricted to cultivators above the Foundation Establishment stage, requiring them to kill Bloodthirsty Wolves.

Bloodthirsty Wolves were pack creatures—a single one was manageable, but encountering multiple meant certain death. Thus, Foundation Establishment cultivators chose to form teams. They camped at the foot of Misty Peak for half a month but didn’t even catch a glimpse of wolf fur.

With no prey to be found, the bounty was eventually shelved. Over time, new bounties were posted, and the old one faded into obscurity. However, due to this legend and the fact that Misty Peak was perpetually snow-covered and barren—with few possessing the rare mutated ice spiritual roots—it naturally became the “frontier” of the Heavenly Profound Sect.

As the last rays of sunlight vanished from the horizon, the forest grew even quieter.

Feng Qingzhuo walked slowly, cradling Chris in her arms. She had traversed this path countless times and knew it like the back of her hand.

She gently stroked the little dragon’s head, feeling a bit embarrassed. If she hadn’t spaced out at the market earlier, they might have already returned to Misty Peak, nestled in warm blankets by the fire, enjoying a delicious meal.

“A-Zhuo, look.” Chris, oblivious to these thoughts, lowered her gaze and spotted a firefly by a pond, its golden light flickering as it danced before their eyes. The tiny glow weaved through the knee-high grass, a breathtaking sight.

Soon, more fireflies emerged. The little dragon, having found one, followed it and wandered into their world.

This was how summer nights by the forest pond were—filled with the hum of cicadas, the croak of frogs, and the flickering dance of fireflies amidst the grass.

Feng Qingzhuo paused for her.

One, then another.

More and more fireflies took flight from the grass.

Chris’s eyes sparkled. In her past life, she had never witnessed such a scene. Spreading her wings, she flitted among the fireflies and stars, darting through the undergrowth.

So beautiful, Chris thought.

Turning her back to the moon, its silver glow illuminating her, she looked down at Feng Qingzhuo, her crimson eyes radiant.

“A-Zhuo—” she called out loudly.

“When I grow up—”

“I’ll take you flying—”

“Through the clouds, soaring to the highest heavens—”

“Okay, that sounded kinda silly.” Back in Feng Qingzhuo’s arms, Chris buried her face in her chest, cheeks burning, too flustered to speak.

As the adrenaline faded, she felt utterly drained. If not for the cover of night and her black scales, Feng Qingzhuo might have ended up with a blushing, lantern-red dragon in her arms.

“It wasn’t silly,” Feng Qingzhuo murmured, ruffling her little head. “You’re my dragon.”

“A-Zhuo, you’re the best! I love you the most!” Chris’s eyes gleamed as she repeated the words tirelessly.

The two shared their sweet, intimate moment, while the cat in the basket snored away.

A world-famous scene: the cat slept in the basket, while the girl and dragon ahead chatted about life and dreams.

Cat: I shouldn’t be in the basket. I should be under your bed.