The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 21

The dragon cub nestled in Feng Qingzhuo’s arms, persistently nuzzling against her chest. The intoxicated little dragon seemed particularly fond of this spot—so much so that it appeared ready to build a nest there.

Chris was lifted into the air by Feng Qingzhuo’s hands. The cub stretched its claws and flapped its wings midair but couldn’t break free. Its deep crimson dragon eyes, glistening with a faint mist, gazed tearfully at Feng Qingzhuo.

Feng Qingzhuo’s heart melted instantly.

Some dragons claimed they wanted others to act spoiled toward them, yet here they were, being the ones to cling and pout relentlessly. Despite its muddled mind, the cub had already mastered the art of wrapping its human around its little claw—adorably and effectively.

The Dragon Spirit couldn’t bear to watch. How could their sacred Dragon Valley produce such a lightweight with such terrible drinking manners? It was beyond exasperating! A dragon’s life revolved around three indulgences: sleeping, drinking, and admiring beauty.

No dragon could resist these temptations. In its millennia of memory, even the most aloof dragons would eventually seek out a beauty, down barrels of fine wine, and sink into deep slumber. Merely having a lovely human around—doing nothing but existing—was satisfaction enough. A beautiful vase, after all, was pleasing just by being displayed. Raising a human was child’s play for any adult dragon.

Moreover, according to the Dragon Spirit’s recollections, over ten thousand years ago, an ancient black dragon known as the Dragon Ancestor mastered human transformation. Disguised as a human, it ventured into mortal society during a chaotic era of interspecies warfare—where origins were easily overlooked—and seized the opportunity to fabricate an identity. Using its hoarded gold, it purchased an official position in a small human kingdom, legally acquiring vast vineyards to establish its own winery.

From cultivation to production, the Dragon Ancestor handled everything personally, all for the sake of savoring the purest wine. And succeed it did.

Dragons were lazy, not stupid. Enlisting humans to labor for them was far simpler than brewing their own liquor. After deciphering human systems, the Dragon Ancestor brought this knowledge back to Dragon Valley, sparking a frenzy. Dragons flocked to the mortal world, each eager to claim their own enterprise.

Eventually, the Dragon Ancestor even authored a guidebook: From Beginner to Expert: A Dragon’s Survival Guide to the Human World. The text emphasized that purchasing official titles was merely for securing legitimate identities—humans were not to be alarmed—ensuring their ventures remained lawful. Countless dragons, enticed by the benefits, soon infiltrated human society.

In some countries, official positions are hereditary. Human lifespans are simply too short—they pass away within a few years. At such times, adult dragons would even hold funerals for themselves. After being buried in coffins, they would quietly transform back into youthful forms, returning as the “long-lost sons or daughters” of certain dukes or marquises. Presenting their heirlooms, they would rightfully inherit their own “legacies.” Thus, for tens of thousands of years, every adult dragon was incredibly wealthy, with industries spanning the entire world. They could do whatever they pleased, all while holding official positions.

Unfortunately… after that incident, following the disappearance of the Dragon Ancestor, dragons vanished from the continent. They retreated back to Dragon Valley, strictly forbidding young dragons from leaving at will. Though Dragon Valley remained luxurious even after millennia, both the quality of life and their strength had noticeably declined. Moreover… even the Dragon Soul, which carries the inherited memories of dragons, couldn’t quite recall what had happened. Memories related to the Ancestral Dragon were fragmented.

“Elder, will she be alright?” Feng Qingzhuo’s senses were sharp. She was the one who had brought the dragon egg from Dragon Valley back to the Tianxuan Sect. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Chris was deeply cherished by the dragons of Dragon Valley—her noble status was undeniable. Feng Qingzhuo didn’t believe for a second that Chris was unprotected. After the incident with Elder Xing, she became even more certain: there must be a powerful elder accompanying the young dragon, guiding and correcting her growth.

The Dragon Soul turned its head away. It had no intention of hiding its presence, but… it wasn’t that it didn’t want Feng Qingzhuo to see its form—after all, this was merely its young dragon’s “guardian.” The problem was, two-legged creatures couldn’t perceive it. And while the dragons of Dragon Valley might sense its existence, they couldn’t see it either. If one had to categorize it, the Dragon Soul could be considered Chris’s “imaginary friend.”

Except this “imaginary friend” was immensely knowledgeable, capable of continuously guiding her growth. Occasionally, it could even borrow the young dragon’s body to protect her when necessary, or tell her amusing stories. Otherwise, how could the Dragon Queen and Dragon King rest easy letting their child roam freely in the human world? Did they really trust those two-legged creatures that much?

What a joke! As if!

Chris fluttered her wings in Feng Qingzhuo’s hands again before burrowing into her chest. The young dragon tucked her wings in, squirming beneath the outer robe until finally, a tiny head peeked out from the collar.

It looked almost as if a small black dragon had sprouted from the robes, or like a joey struggling to peek out from its mother’s pouch—dazed and adorably confused. Unlike those creatures, however, the young dragon was impeccably clean, almost painfully cute.

Feng Qingzhuo’s breathing unconsciously quickened. She set down the small knife in her hand, wiped her palms clean with a handkerchief, and then cradled the dragon against her chest protectively. She feared the thin, precious white robe embroidered with gold—a symbol of her status as a Tianxuan Sect elder’s disciple—might not be enough to secure the young dragon, worried she might slip and fall.

Moreover… something Feng Qingzhuo found slightly embarrassing to mention was that the little dragon… seemed to be kneading her paws against him…

It was absolutely killing her.

The dragon spirit turned its head away again, the little white dragon’s whiskers fluttering in the wind. It simply couldn’t bear to watch its own offspring acting so foolishly, already foreseeing another lustful dragon obsessed with beauty being added to the dragon race’s future.

As for Chris, who had merely licked the sweet, fragrant wine and accidentally drank a whole cup before passing out, she felt as if she’d ascended to heaven.

Her entire body was dizzy and warm, her head burning up. All she wanted was to find a cool place to lie down. And where could be softer, sweeter… and cooler… well…

Without a second thought, Chris burrowed into Feng Qingzhuo’s embrace. The bond between them, coupled with Feng Qingzhuo being the one the little dragon trusted most—not to mention his single ice spiritual root—made him the perfect natural icebox. It was even more refreshing than eating watermelon under a fan with the AC on. Most importantly, it was safe here. Very safe.

The little dragon relaxed completely, her tiny paws pressing against Feng Qingzhuo’s chest—softer than cotton! This sweet, soft human child! She adored him! Especially since this little two-legged creature was so fragrant and cuddly. Adorable!

Chris had no idea what was going on in her head. Strange, kaleidoscopic images kept flashing through her mind. She blinked once, then again, but the vibrant, colorful world before her remained unchanged, filling her with curiosity. She reached out a paw to poke at a floating red sphere—warm to the touch, glowing, comforting.

A look of bliss spread across the little dragon’s face as she reveled in this surreal world, cradled by a pure white cloud, floating midair as she gazed down at everything below. How wondrous.

A dragon’s eyes could perceive countless colors. In the Western magical world, dragons were renowned masters of magic. Their complex and powerful draconic spells had given them a tremendous advantage in the War of Ten Thousand Races. Coupled with their natural immunity to many forms of magic, dragons seemed like heaven’s favored children—mighty, proud. Only their low fertility had prevented them from dominating the entire continent.

But for Chris, everything was new, everything fresh. The young dragonet was seeing far too much; her immature mind couldn’t possibly process such vast knowledge. Her breathing quickened, her body overwhelmed by the flood of information. So… she kneaded her paws again, her tail instinctively curling around Feng Qingzhuo’s shoulder as she drifted back to sleep in his arms.

Feng Qingzhuo, who had been worried about the little dragon, felt the movement against his chest slow. The dragonet’s rapid breathing steadied, her body temperature returning to normal. A breeze carried a green leaf, which landed right on the tip of Feng Qingzhuo’s nose.

Instinctively, he lifted his head and plucked the leaf away. For a moment, the sounds of wind and birds vanished as he stared at the leaf in his hand.

The leaves were fresh and tender, so delicate that juice would seep out if pinched between fingers. Feng Qingzhuo reached out and twisted one, examining the cross-section. It was clear the leaf had been severed rather than fallen naturally. She immediately realized it must be a hint from the senior who had been accompanying the dragon cub all along. Understanding now that the cub would be safe, she finally relaxed.

Yet, even as her gaze lingered on Chris’s head, Feng Qingzhuo’s back remained ramrod straight. She maintained the most comfortable posture for the little dragon, not daring to slacken even slightly.

“You two share such a deep bond,” Wen Qian remarked, observing Feng Qingzhuo’s evident concern for the dragon cub. Taking a sip of wine, she shook her head and sighed, “Most people wouldn’t care this much about a spirit beast.”

With a disdainful curl of her lip, Wen Qian continued, “Even those from the Beast Taming Hall think the same way. To them, spirit beasts are just… expendable as long as they don’t die. Why feed them such fine delicacies? They can’t even enjoy such treats themselves—why waste them on mere beasts?”

Lifting her gaze to meet Feng Qingzhuo’s, Wen Qian spoke earnestly, “And once a spirit beast falls behind in strength, they’ll replace it without hesitation, taming fiercer creatures instead. They take pleasure in dominating these beasts. Unless a spirit beast shows exceptional talent, loyalty from start to finish is rare.”

“But…” Wen Qian blinked playfully at Feng Qingzhuo, straightening her posture as she glanced at Chris with a smile, “I’m not like most people either!”