The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 16

“A-Zhuo…” The dragon cub softly called out, resting her head atop Feng Qingzhuo’s with a gentle murmur, “I think I’m getting sleepy again…”

“A-Zhuo… A-Zhuo…” Chris’s voice grew fainter, and as the cold wind blew, she felt herself growing drowsier. Eating until full and then sleeping—that was her dragon-life motto.

Feng Qingzhuo lifted her high, raising her above her head. Instead of placing her back into the woven basket, she settled the cub on her shoulder and handed her a cat-shaped brown sugar pastry, coaxing softly, “Then I’ll walk faster.”

“A-Zhuo… love…” The dragon cub drooped her head, mumbling fragmented words that seemed to carry meaning. Chris’s gaze had already grown unfocused, but if one listened closely, they could hear her whispering…

“Love… A-Zhuo.”

“A-Zhuo… don’t be afraid.”

“A-Zhuo… I’m here.”

Feng Qingzhuo’s breath hitched, warmth flooding her chest. For a moment, her normally steady breathing grew slightly heavier—though no one, not even the animals around them, noticed this subtle change. Only the fully awake dragon spirit remained aware.

Perched on Feng Qingzhuo’s shoulder, the dragon cub dozed off, nearly asleep, still clutching the cat-shaped pastry in her paw. She nibbled at it intermittently, stubbornly fighting off sleep to keep herself from toppling over.

Chris thought that since they had come out together, how could she just fall asleep halfway?

Letting her A-Zhuo—a child of merely eleven or twelve—walk alone at night was far too irresponsible. Walking through such a place in the dark would surely frighten most people, wouldn’t it? Especially since her A-Zhuo was still just a child.

And as for herself… Well, as a mentally mature nineteen-year-old upstanding young adult, how could she allow such a thing to happen?

As they walked, the atmosphere around them grew increasingly unsettling.

The fireflies that had been fluttering around them earlier seemed to have vanished without a trace, as if startled by something unseen.

The dragon spirit, who had been lying on the cub’s back, abruptly opened its eyes and warned, “Something’s not right.”

The words exploded in Chris’s ears like a grenade tossed into still water. Her draconic pupils narrowed to slits, and drowsiness fled entirely. Clutching Feng Qingzhuo’s shoulders with her claws, she scanned their surroundings warily, her voice tense. “A-Zhuo, be careful!”

Chris was nervous. Since transmigrating to this world, she had never engaged in combat with anyone, nor did she know where she stood in terms of strength here.

Though fear prickled at her heart, she refused to show it—or retreat.

For some reason, Chris recalled the dragon spirit’s earlier words about the pride of being born a dragon.

Having been reborn as one, it was only natural that she, too, should possess this pride unique to dragons.

Even the cat that had been sleeping soundly in the basket sensed something amiss. It opened its eyes, the shifting wind carrying an unusual scent—

The smell of… bl00d?

Feng Qingzhuo stopped in place, no longer advancing blindly.

She had walked this path home countless times. Feng Qingzhuo could confidently say she knew every plant and tree on this mountain so intimately… they felt like extensions of her own body.

Though she carried no torch, she had moonlight.

By its glow, Chris spotted several dark shapes moving through the underbrush. Their movements were lightning fast—darting from one thicket to another, leaves rustling in their wake, their shadows making it impossible to pinpoint their locations.

Unlike the wary dragon whelp, Feng Qingzhuo remained completely at ease. She didn’t even draw her sword, simply standing still while soothingly patting the little dragon’s head. “Relax,” she said with a smile. “They’re friends.”

Chris: ?

The dragon whelp froze.

The dragon whelp was at a loss.

With a chorus of howls, three massive figures emerged—silver-maned, razor-clawed, with glowing emerald eyes. The three bloodthirsty wolves appeared before Feng Qingzhuo like sudden gusts of wind. Like oversized puppies, they lowered their heads to lick her palm, tails wagging joyfully.

Feng—Friend of All Creatures—Qingzhuo rubbed their heads before retrieving several fanghare carcasses from her storage pouch, laying them before the wolves. The three lowered their heads again, each picking up a carcass to tear into with their fangs. The air filled with the metallic scent of bl00d mingled with wolf saliva.

Chris stood dumbfounded. She looked down at the three fanghares, then up at Feng Qingzhuo, her crimson dragon eyes brimming with betrayal. The cat-shaped pastry in her claws suddenly lost its flavor. So I’m just the backup?! Judging by the portions, I’m not even the third wheel—I’m the fifth wheel?!

The little dragon’s heart ached anew.

This cut deeper than any blade.

Noticing the whelp’s distress immediately, Feng Qingzhuo lifted Chris from her shoulder to introduce them. “These three are my life-and-death companions.”

“The long-tailed one is Iron Tail. The sharpest-fanged is Fang. And this one…” She approached the leanest wolf. “His claws are particularly keen, so we call him Talon.”

Chris: ?

She even named them all!

Wait—what kind of ridiculous names are these?! So weird!

Like a general inspecting troops, Feng Qingzhuo walked past the three wolves. Immediately, the previously dining wolves raised their heads proudly, chests puffed out. When she called each name, they responded with an enthusiastic “Awoo!” radiating pride—this was their moment to shine.

For a fleeting instant, Chris thought she might be hallucinating…

Three bloodthirsty wolves… shouldn’t their group name be… the Howling Squad?

Feng Qingzhuo leaned in to whisper, “Actually, they used to have pet names.”

“Like…”

“Iron Tail was Little Flower. Fang was Little Grass. And… Talon was Little Leaf.” With the expertise of someone who truly understood wolf nature, she added, “But those names are only for private use—especially when no one (or wolves) else is around. Otherwise they might ignore you… or even bare their teeth.”

Chris: ?

The little dragon looked at Feng Qingzhuo with terrified eyes, suddenly unable to face the three tall, majestic, and awe-inspiring bloodthirsty wolves directly.

Chris secretly observed the three wolves again. If Feng Qingzhuo hadn’t told her, who would have guessed… that these imposing, domineering bloodthirsty wolves… actually had pet names like Little Flower, Little Grass, and Little Leaf?

Chris: …

She fell silent for a moment before finally losing it, turning her face away and bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

Chris recalled a video she had seen in her past life—dogs had pride too. At home, you could call them whatever you wanted, but outside, especially in front of their “brothers” (other dogs), you had to use their “stage name”—Savage Tyrant.

The little dragon laughed.

Chris was dying of laughter.

She couldn’t stop.

This was just too hilarious.

The little dragon clutched her stomach, nearly laughing herself breathless, while the three bloodthirsty wolves tilted their heads in confusion, utterly baffled by what this big black lizard found so amusing.

Unable to figure it out, they decided food was more important.

So, the three wolves lowered their heads and began chomping noisily on the razor-toothed rabbits on the ground.

Razor-toothed rabbits were their staple food. Feng Qingzhuo had met them while hunting these rabbits.

Timeline-wise, a year ago, Feng Qingzhuo had just been sent to Misty Peak by her master, and the three Foundation Establishment-stage bloodthirsty wolves had followed her there.

Unfortunately, fierce beasts like bloodthirsty wolves, being difficult to control, couldn’t live with Feng Qingzhuo—after all, she was just a Qi Refining-stage cultivator.

If Feng Qingzhuo claimed that a mere Qi Refining-stage cultivator like her had tamed Foundation Establishment-stage beasts, solving a century-old problem that the Beast Taming Hall had failed to crack… no one would believe her. They’d point fingers at her and accuse her of boasting.

In the cultivation world, ownerless spiritual beasts with cultivation levels that actively attacked humans were collectively referred to as “ferocious beasts.”

After being betrayed by a “friend,” Feng Qingzhuo had grown increasingly reluctant to interact with people.

But as misfortune had its silver lining, she discovered she had a natural affinity with spiritual beasts.

It was precisely because of that betrayal that she had encountered these three silly bloodthirsty wolves.

Feng Qingzhuo patted the wolves’ heads, but the three showed no reaction, too busy devouring their meal. Only after finishing the last razor-toothed rabbit did they finally lift their heads.

Feng Qingzhuo intended to bid them farewell, but the wolves clamped onto her sleeves, refusing to let her leave.

Frowning, Feng Qingzhuo asked, “Why won’t you let me go?”

“Is something happening at Misty Peak?” Her expression turned grave. The three wolves nodded and shook their heads in turn, unable to explain clearly, only letting out anxious “awoo” sounds as if desperately trying to keep her there.

Feng Qingzhuo’s face darkened.

The little dragon felt the tension in Feng Qingzhuo’s arms.

It was heavy.

The wolves bit down on Feng Qingzhuo’s sleeves, flinging her onto their backs in one swift motion. With powerful strides, they dashed at full speed toward the upper reaches of Misty Peak.

“What are they saying, Dragon Soul?” Chris had neither studied wolf language nor was she familiar with these bloodthirsty wolves. Naturally, she couldn’t understand their speech. But… Dragon Soul could!

As the guiding dragon on Chris’s path of growth, Dragon Soul naturally had the responsibility to teach her such knowledge.

The bloodthirsty wolves ran at speeds countless times faster than Feng Qingzhuo could walk. Facing the wind, Dragon Soul explained to Chris, “They’re saying a group of two-legged creatures in black clothes have arrived at the mountain peak.”

“Fire has appeared at the summit.”

“Something is burning.”

“If you want to go, you must hurry. The fire will soon burn out, and several of those two-legged creatures have already left.”

“If we don’t go now, it’ll be too late.”

Chris’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up at the sky and seemed to truly see the wispy black smoke rising from Misty Peak’s summit, along with the crimson hue visible through dragon eyes.

Damn it! Someone was raiding their home while they were away!!!

Filled with burning anxiety, Chris wished she could grow several more pairs of wings to fly straight to the mountain top, capture all those black-clad figures the three bloodthirsty wolves mentioned, and gift them a free taste of dragon fire.

This is absolutely outrageous!