The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 19

Chris lay sprawled across the haystack, lifting her head and lazily swishing her tail as she gazed at the sky.

The sky of this otherworld was breathtaking—unpolluted, with crisp air and vast stretches of fiery clouds dyeing the heavens in dazzling shades of gold and crimson. The clouds gathered and dispersed, drifting freely across the horizon. Watching them, Chris couldn’t help but feel that this dragon life of hers was truly fascinating.

As dusk settled, the wooden wheels of the carriage beneath them rolled over crushed leaves, producing a soft rustling sound. It had been nearly a full day since they left the Tianxuan Sect, and Feng Qingzhuo lay casually beside her, neither of them feeling the slightest bit sleepy.

Chris sat up, observing the uniformed members of the merchant caravan bustling about in their deep blue linen robes. Each wore a short knife at their waist and carried a bow and arrows on their back, their eyes constantly scanning their surroundings with vigilance. Then, the little dragon lowered her gaze to Feng Qingzhuo, who lay in the haystack staring at the sky, lost in thought—it all felt like a lifetime ago.

Feng Qingzhuo glanced up, catching Chris’s stare. Their eyes met, and finding the little dragon utterly adorable, she pulled Chris into her arms and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Hungry?”

Chris shook her head and instinctively relaxed into the embrace, sprawling across Feng Qingzhuo’s body before quietly closing her eyes.

Leaning against someone was undeniably more comfortable than prickly haystacks.

But… Chris couldn’t quite explain why. She felt an innate urge to be close to Feng Qingzhuo—a strange fondness, a desire to stick to her side, to simply exist together in peaceful comfort.

Feng Qingzhuo first stroked the dragon’s cheek with her right hand, eliciting a contented purr, then used both hands to gently knead before finally giving Chris’s neck a light squeeze.

Her touch was perfectly measured, leaving the little dragon thoroughly pleased. The hands behind her traced along her scales, caressing her in slow, rhythmic motions. Chris narrowed her eyes, utterly soothed.

She felt so comfortable that her entire body seemed to melt into a puddle, rolling and nuzzling against Feng Qingzhuo with clingy affection.

Feng Qingzhuo—Friend of All Creatures—had successfully earned the approval of a future Dragon Empress. She really did know how to pamper a dragon.

But then, as the petting continued, Chris suddenly felt herself being embraced from behind. Feng Qingzhuo rested her head atop Chris’s, pressing close until the little dragon stiffened, her tail shooting upright in nervous tension, the slender appendage left awkwardly dangling.

Wasn’t this… a little too intimate?

She was a straight dragon!

Well, no—she was a dragon solely focused on her ambitions!

Exactly!

How could she not strive for greatness in another world?

But… just as she psyched herself up, Chris wavered again. Even between the closest of friends… wasn’t this pushing the boundaries of closeness?

Chris shrank back, not daring to look behind her. While she genuinely enjoyed physical contact with others, this intimacy was strictly limited to her initiating it. Being the one embraced left her flustered, her claws fidgeting restlessly with nowhere to settle.

Feng Qingzhuo possessed a single ice spiritual root, her body naturally cool to the touch. Chris, as a black dragon—a race renowned for their mastery over fire—radiated warmth. As the two embraced, the little dragon’s heat continuously seeped into Feng Qingzhuo’s cooler frame.

“Chris…” Feng Qingzhuo suddenly spoke, her voice tentative, “I never asked you before… would you be willing to… come with me?”

“You can still change your mind,” she whispered, retrieving an ancient-looking coin from her storage pouch. Suspended from a slender red cord, the coin had been meticulously cleaned ever since Feng Qingzhuo purchased it, determined to remove any trace of impurity before presenting it to her dragon.

Yet… Feng Qingzhuo clenched the coin in her sweaty palm, nervous tension coiling within her.

Lowering her gaze, anxiety churned in her heart. Compared to the dragon whelp, her own origins were far too humble. Moreover, following her might mean hardship for Chris.

Be together?

What did she mean by together?

Together how?

What exactly???

At the initial words, Chris’s body momentarily stiffened, only relaxing upon hearing the rest. She mentally chastised herself—what on earth was she thinking?!

The dragon nearly wanted to slap herself twice over. What kind of thoughts were these?! That was completely inappropriate!

Yet when Chris noticed Feng Qingzhuo’s despondent expression and felt the weight of the human’s head resting atop hers, an inexplicable pang struck her heart. The discomfort was genuine.

A-Zhuo… was she being coy right now?

With her? Coy with a dragon?

Hmm… Chris blinked. This coy version of A-Zhuo seemed rather endearing.

A dragon’s vision being keen, Chris turned and nudged Feng Qingzhuo’s tightly clenched fist with her claw, immediately spotting the glint of gold peeking through the fingers. Her draconic pupils brightened with excitement.

“A-Zhuo, is this for me?” Chris pawed at the clenched hand, receiving a soft “Mmm” in response. Feng Qingzhuo confirmed, “Yes.”

Opening her palm, she revealed the very coin the little dragon had always coveted.

No elaborate adornments—just a simple red thread—yet it was more than enough.

“I’ve never given you anything valuable… and life with me may be difficult,” Feng Qingzhuo murmured earnestly. “But Chris, let me ask you again—would you truly become my dragon?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Chris immediately wrapped her claws around Feng Qingzhuo’s waist, nuzzling against her chest as she repeated, “Love you most, A-Zhuo.”

“Put this on me, will you?” Chris traced a circle on Feng Qingzhuo’s palm with her dragon claw, effortlessly lifting the coin tied with a red string. Under the setting sun, the coin reflected a beautiful golden glow.

The tingling sensation left by the dragon claw grazing her skin made Feng Qingzhuo stiffen. Dazed, she took the cleaned coin from the dragon claw. Finding both ends of the red string, she prepared to place it around the dragon cub’s neck as the little one obediently lowered her head.

Never had Feng Qingzhuo felt her fingers so clumsy. After years of wandering, she’d taken on all sorts of odd jobs—not exactly mastering the four arts of the scholar, but certainly becoming proficient in every shady trade. These were essential survival skills for beggars, and nimble fingers were a must. Before leaving Beixiang Kingdom, the competition among beggars there had reached terrifying levels. As their leader, she’d naturally been the most ruthless of all. Yet even then, their group still struggled to stay fed and clothed.

Beixiang Kingdom was no place for humans—it was a living hell.

Lost in thought, Feng Qingzhuo’s hands automatically tied the red string around the dragon cub’s neck, carefully adjusting its length to avoid choking her.

“Dragon Soul! Dragon Soul!” Chris excitedly called to the slender white dragon still lazily lounging on the haystack. “Look! A gold coin! Isn’t it pretty?!”

The cub’s voice carried seven parts joy and three parts boastfulness, making Dragon Soul lift an eyelid. There on the black dragon cub’s chest hung an exquisite coin, its ancient patterns gleaming brightly. By dragon aesthetics, it was indeed quite attractive.

But… Dragon Soul looked at the cub and said, “Just a coin? Don’t make such a fuss. When we return to Dragon Valley, I’ll take you treasure hunting—you can have as many as you want.”

After a moment’s thought, Dragon Soul mentally mapped out where legendary elder dragons had buried their hoards before death, adding seriously, “Once we’re back, I’ll guide you to each heritage site. We’ll dig them up one by one—jewels, coins, everything you could want.”

Chris: ???

“Gr-gr-grave robbing?!!!”

The cub was so shocked she stammered.

Dragon Soul gave her a sidelong glance. “Don’t phrase it so crudely. Those are your ancestors. Digging up your own ancestors’ graves isn’t robbery—it’s inheriting what they left for future dragons.”

Chris: ?

The two dragons stared at each other.

Chris realized Dragon Soul was absolutely right. She called them ancestors, so taking a few mementos from their graves was perfectly reasonable!

Completely reasonable!!!

Playing with the coin around her neck, the cub bowed her head and offered a repentant prayer—delivering the ultimate player-dragon line:

Oh Coin! You must believe me! I just want to give every coin a home. Don’t worry, you’ll always be the most special coin in my heart! Coin! My heart belongs only to you! The others are just for show—you’re my real treasure!

Dragon Soul couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “Drama queen.”

Feng Qingzhuo rubbed the little dragon’s head again, truly baffled by what was going on in its mind. How could it suddenly start giggling out of nowhere?

Meanwhile, Chris was simply lost in her imagination, swimming through the vast inheritance left by the ancient dragons—an ocean of gold coins far larger than she could ever comprehend. Unable to contain her excitement, she let out a silly chuckle.

Before they knew it, night had fallen, and the carriage came to a halt. The merchants busied themselves with their duties, lighting campfires to ward off the chill. A guard approached Feng Qingzhuo, bowing slightly before speaking. “Esteemed immortal, my master invites you to dine with us. Please follow me.”

Feng Qingzhuo gave him a quick once-over—a curved blade at his waist, a longsword strapped to his back, and throwing daggers tucked into his belt. His steps were swift yet steady, clearly a trained fighter.

“Very well,” Feng Qingzhuo agreed with a nod.

Chris instinctively perched on Feng Qingzhuo’s shoulder. The guard’s eyes flickered with surprise at the sight of her, but he asked no questions, simply turning to lead the way.

They weaved through several groups gathered around campfires before arriving at a smaller circle of five. Seated in the guest’s position was the plump merchant who had earlier sought her fortune-telling services.

Feng Qingzhuo’s gaze swept sideways, and there—she spotted a familiar figure.

Her?

What was she doing here?

And… she was sitting in the host’s seat?