The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 3

Chris: ???

Chris froze on the spot, her eyes widening in horror.

She was utterly shocked by the sight of the child before her grabbing a sharp, jagged piece of eggshell and preparing to shove it into her mouth to eat.

Seriously! How could anyone eat an eggshell like this?! This defies all logic! Chris’ brain short-circuited, leaving only one thought screaming in her mind—I didn’t abuse a child! I didn’t!

She’s the one eating it! This has nothing to do with me!

Ahhh!!! What the hell are you doing?! What kind of unruly child is this?!

With a sudden flutter of her wings, Chris leaped up and lunged straight at Feng Qingzhuo without hesitation. The abrupt movement startled Feng Qingzhuo, who had been keeping a watchful eye on the little dragon out of the corner of her vision.

Straining to flap her tiny wings, Chris stood upright on her legs and dashed forward.

She intended to snatch the eggshell away—at the very least, she couldn’t let a child eat something like this! She knew exactly how hard that shell was; her head still ached from ramming into it earlier. If even she couldn’t crack it open, how could anyone possibly digest it?!

Besides, Chris had no idea whether the eggshell was even edible. Even if it was, she couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t cause stomach issues, but one thing was certain—it would definitely scratch up the esophagus.

But Chris had just hatched, and her control over this body was far from perfect. On her first attempt at flight, she stumbled and crashed straight into Feng Qingzhuo, knocking them both to the ground in a heap.

The impact turned Feng Qingzhuo’s act of pretending into reality. Chris accidentally bumped into her hand, causing her grip to loosen—and the eggshell slipped right into her mouth.

Chris: …

Feng Qingzhuo: …

Chris: !!!

Feng Qingzhuo: !!!

Both of them stared wide-eyed at each other.

The air grew so silent you could hear a pin drop, the atmosphere turning inexplicably eerie. The eggshell, once impossibly hard, melted the moment it entered Feng Qingzhuo’s mouth, transforming into a gentle stream of pure energy that slid smoothly down her throat.

Feng Qingzhuo instinctively touched her neck and coughed twice, relieved to find her vocal cords unharmed. A warm, soothing sensation spread through her body—no, it wasn’t just soothing. It felt incredible!

She felt brimming with energy, as if she could run outside right now and complete her master’s assigned task—swinging her sword seventy thousand times.

Meanwhile, Chris lay sprawled across Feng Qingzhuo’s chest, utterly bewildered. What in the world just happened?! Since when do people eat a newborn dragon’s eggshell?! What kind of bizarre situation is this?! Her instructor never taught her how to handle this!!!

Oh… right. Her instructor also never taught her how to survive in the wilderness after being reborn as a dragon hatchling and being sent to a cultivation world as a political marriage offering by her parents.

Feng Qingzhuo was also dumbfounded. She had only been involved in cultivation for two or three years, practicing the Path of Emotionless Swordsmanship. Her days were spent solely on sword training, and while she had a basic grasp of common knowledge in the cultivation world, this dragon was clearly a Western dragon. She had barely even been to the West—how could she possibly understand what was happening?

“Indeed, I still haven’t learned enough. It seems I can’t just focus on sword practice from now on. I’ll have to spend more time in the library when I get the chance,” Feng Qingzhuo couldn’t help but mutter to herself.

For a moment, both the girl and the dragon were at a loss, simply staring wide-eyed at each other. Yet, in the depths of her being, Feng Qingzhuo felt an inexplicable connection forming between her and the little dragon—a connection that grew even stronger after she swallowed the fragments of the dragon egg.

“Hmm…”

After a brief moment of thought, Feng Qingzhuo turned her gaze to the remaining pieces of the dragon egg on her bed. With a gentle smile, she softly coaxed, “Good girl, time to eat.”

She carefully picked up the little dragon, who was sprawled on her chest, still dazed from the fall. With nimble movements, she rolled over and got up from the floor, making sure to protect the little creature nestled against her.

Chris flicked her tail, her eyes blank and uncertain. Yet, she didn’t resist Feng Qingzhuo’s closeness, lying obediently in her arms like a perfectly docile—if somewhat useless—dragon.

“Ah—” Feng Qingzhuo picked up a piece of the eggshell, pointing at the little dragon’s mouth as she earnestly demonstrated how to eat.

Though still somewhat confused, Chris watched as Feng Qingzhuo ate the eggshell without any ill effects—in fact, she seemed lively and full of energy. The little dragon concluded that the eggshell must be safe, possibly even beneficial. In short, it was edible! Whether it tasted good or not, she didn’t know, but hey—it was food!

Chris patted her belly. She had been hungry all day, her stomach growling loudly. So, she obediently sat on the bed, her deep red dragon eyes wide with innocence as she opened her mouth, her tail wagging unconsciously in anticipation of Feng Qingzhuo’s feeding.

Feng Qingzhuo humored her, meticulously breaking the eggshell into smaller pieces and patiently feeding them one by one into Chris’s mouth. With each successful bite, her movements grew more practiced, and seeing the little dragon’s satisfaction, Feng Qingzhuo couldn’t help but smile.

She was starting to enjoy the feeding process.

Watching the little dragon narrow her eyes in delight, chewing the eggshell as if it were some rare delicacy, even the crisp crunching sounds were music to Feng Qingzhuo’s ears.

Chris closed her eyes, savoring this so-called delicacy. The moment the eggshell entered her mouth, it dissolved into pure energy, warming her entire body. It wasn’t particularly flavorful, but the concentrated fire-element energy from the dragon egg left her feeling incredibly comfortable.

Time passed quickly, and the eggshell—being limited in quantity—was soon gone. After swallowing the last fragment, Chris let out a small burp, her eyes sparkling. Delicious! She wanted more! This was truly the finest food in the world!

Clearly, she had fallen for it.

“Hmm…”

Human dignity didn’t seem all that important anymore—after all, she was now a dragon!!!

Chris accepted this quite well, perfectly settling into her role as a baby dragon.

Feng Qingzhuo propped her head up with one hand, watching the little dragon’s sparkling eyes as it pointed at its mouth with a claw, clearly wanting more. With a helpless shrug, she said, “Sorry, there’s no more left.”

Chris froze, taking a long moment to process this. Huh? What? Just when she was getting really into eating, the delicious food was gone?!

Her heart sank instantly.

How could the tasty treats be gone?

Something so delicious… how could it just disappear like that?!

Pouting pitifully, Chris let her tail droop and flopped onto the bed, eyes brimming with tears. She really was a useless dragon now—even her food had run out. What kind of dragon suffered like this?

Feng Qingzhuo sighed inwardly. Raising a dragon was harder than she’d thought. Seeing the little dragon genuinely upset, she tried to console it:

“The eggshells are all gone. I can’t exactly dig out the ones I’ve already eaten and converted into energy for you. But I promise, as long as I have food, you’ll get your share.”

Mimicking her master’s mannerisms, Feng Qingzhuo made a solemn vow, her tone utterly sincere.

Chris flicked her tail, suddenly amused by her own behavior. What was she doing, expecting a twelve-year-old kid to take care of her? Still, she nodded in agreement, half-closing her eyes as she sprawled comfortably on the bed, rolling onto her back to form a perfect dragon pancake.

Gazing upward, Chris realized she was actually full—she’d even burped earlier. She just felt a little regretful. Dragon eggs were a non-renewable resource, after all. Unless… she was reborn again, she probably wouldn’t get to eat them anymore.

After feeding Chris all the eggshells, the fire elements in the room grew active, quickly warming the space. The little dragon promptly burrowed into Feng Qingzhuo’s bed, unfazed by its hardness, and fell fast asleep.

Feng Qingzhuo shook her head, sitting at the bedside with her chin propped on her hand, sighing repeatedly at the little dragon’s antics.

She stepped out briefly to add more firewood, ensuring it would last through the night. Returning, she stripped down to her undergarments and climbed into bed, hugging the warm little dragon to her chest. The dragon radiated heat like a furnace, making her hands pleasantly warm as she drifted off.

Chris, however, wasn’t as comfortable. She dreamed of endless flames, the thousand-degree heat threatening to scorch her very soul.

In reality, she tossed and turned restlessly, feeling trapped by something holding her tight. Unable to escape, she trudged forward through the sea of fire until, at its heart, she saw a dragon.

Unlike her, it was an Eastern dragon, slumbering peacefully amidst the flames.

Chris attempted to touch it with her claws—that cluster of raging flames. After several tries, she realized that as long as she accepted the fire in her heart, her soul wouldn’t be scorched by the blaze. So, Chris, maintaining her form as a little black dragon, half-walked and half-crawled toward the center of the flames.

Just as she reached out to touch the Eastern dragon within the fire, Chris suddenly jolted awake.

Her eyes half-opened, she noticed Feng Qingzhuo tiptoeing away, having just crawled out from under the blankets. Chris called out softly,

“Feng Qingzhuo?”

Her voice was hoarse, and uttering those three words was difficult for her. Perhaps a dragon’s vocal system differed from a human’s, making her speech always somewhat muddled—hard to understand unless one listened carefully.

“I think that’s her name…” Chris pondered for a moment.

Feng Qingzhuo stiffened, instantly alert at the unexpected voice. She turned toward the source and saw the cat-like dragon curled up in the blankets, wrapped into a ball, staring at her.

Who would have thought this newly hatched Western dragon could speak Eastern language without any prior learning? Feng Qingzhuo marveled inwardly at the little dragon’s linguistic talent before explaining, “Yes, I’m Feng Qingzhuo. Are you hungry? I’ll go find you something to eat.”

“Okay~” Chris lay lazily on the bed, responding in a drowsy tone. For some reason, after transmigrating into a dragon, she felt an overwhelming sense of lethargy.