The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 7

“How could you get injured like this just catching a fang-rabbit…” The milky-white miniature Eastern dragon flicked its tail as it hovered midair, its dragon spirit pressing its entire snout against Feng Qingzhuo’s wound before shaking its head with faint disdain for this fragile two-legged creature.

Then, the dragon spirit glanced at the dissected corpse of the Foundation Stage fang-rabbit on the ground and remarked, “You know, any proper dragon whelp wouldn’t have let this thing get close enough to land a hit.”

“I told you—if you can’t say anything helpful, then shut up.” Chris frowned, her voice rising with barely contained irritation as she instinctively defended her companion. “No one will mistake you for a mute dragon if you keep quiet. Stop making snide remarks and disturbing the peace!”

“If you don’t have anything useful to suggest, get back to the consciousness sea right now,” Chris snapped, though the threat lost all its edge coming from her baby-dragon face.

“Hmm…” The dragon spirit’s eyes darted between Chris and Feng Qingzhuo. Considering Chris’s age—ah, still just a whelp, really—it could understand the fiery temper. Young dragons were always a bit hotheaded.

Still, it softened its tone, speaking patiently. “Fang-rabbit teeth are venomous. Not that it matters much to dragon whelps—even if one gnawed on you all day, it wouldn’t break skin. That’s why few dragons even know about this. Besides…”

Its gaze shifted back to Feng Qingzhuo before explaining to Chris,

“Little whelp, we dragons have natural resistance to weak toxins like the fang-rabbit’s. And creatures like these? At best, they might reach late Foundation Stage in their entire lifetime. To us, they’re just a tasty meal.”

“But your two-legged friend here is still a fledgling herself. That’s the problem. First, their kind has no scales—just soft, easily torn skin that bleeds at the slightest scratch. Second, they have almost zero toxin resistance. They’re fragile. A single poisoning without an antidote, and they’re as good as dead.”

As the dragon spirit finished, Chris’s heart plummeted. She stared at Feng Qingzhuo in disbelief. Sure, the girl looked a bit pale and weak, but she was still standing straight-backed—nothing about her screamed “dying.”

Then Chris noticed the faint unfocus in Feng Qingzhuo’s eyes and the slight bend in her knees. Real panic set in. “Antidote?! What’s in it?! Tell me now!!!”

“Of course, the solution is actually quite simple…” The dragon spirit deliberately drew out its words, blinking at Chris. “All you need is your bl00d.”

“Listen, descendant—dragon bl00d can neutralize most poisons in this world. Most, but not all… Take carrion-bird saliva, for instance.” It rambled on, unfazed. “Those things are cesspools of bacteria. Even dragon bl00d can’t fix that. Get bitten, and you’d have to beg the long-eared elves in the eastern forest for their purification holy water.”

“But those long-eared folks aren’t exactly easy to get along with either…” the dragon spirit muttered to itself, noticing the dragonling’s apparent disinterest in its words. Seeing the lack of attention, the spirit sighed and shifted positions, settling beside Chris before circling back to the original topic with resigned surrender. “Alright, you win.”

“This rabbit can bite you but not her—just admit it, you’re born to be a meat shield.”

Chris: ???

Chris: !!!

In her frantic state, Chris didn’t dwell on the oddly modern term “meat shield” that the dragon spirit had used—a phrase that shouldn’t belong in this world.

With a flap of her wings, the little dragon charged toward Feng Qingzhuo. Still an immature dragonling, she misjudged her strength and accidentally pinned Feng down into the snow.

They tumbled into the snowdrift in a dragon-above-human-below position.

Feng Qingzhuo froze momentarily. As she fell, her arms instinctively wrapped around the dragon atop her. Her pupils trembled slightly as she whispered, “I’m dirty…”

“The smell of bl00d isn’t pleasant,” Feng muttered, turning her face away.

“A-Zhuo… sob… don’t die on me.” The dragonling pressed herself against Feng’s body, her tail unconsciously coiling around Chris’s wrist—this was her human, and she hadn’t even watched this child grow up yet.

Wait! First, clean the child, then feed her my bl00d!! Chris sprang into action immediately.

She paid no mind to Feng’s bloodstained hands, instead using her long tail to snatch away the handkerchief Feng had been using to wipe her wounds.

With dragonfire, Chris melted the snow, soon producing boiling water. After letting it cool briefly outdoors, she dipped a cloth into the warm water, scrubbing it clean before carefully wiping the bl00d from Feng’s wounds with her claws. All the while, she alternated between crying and cleaning, cleaning and crying.

Feng Qingzhuo: ?

Utterly bewildered, Feng lay in the snow, her dark hair splayed around her. What was happening? She’d just gotten slightly injured during a hunt when a Foundation Stage Sharp-Toothed Rabbit knocked her into a thornbush. Why was this dragon…? Anyone would think she was dying!

Feng had always been solitary. If such minor injuries could kill her, she wouldn’t have survived this long—she’d have died hundreds of times over. Besides, how could she not know about the rabbit’s venom? That was the very first Foundation Stage spirit beast she’d fought alone! She couldn’t possibly be hurt so easily by such a small creature.

Yet… as Feng lay there, she glanced up furtively at the little dragon pressing against her. For some reason, warmth blossomed in her chest.

Her dragon… didn’t seem to mind her at all.

Unlike… those people she’d encountered before. No—comparing her dragon to them would be an insult to her little dragonling.

Cradling the young dragon, Feng Qingzhuo realized she felt… happy?

The little dragon cub could probably be considered family now.

After all… only family wouldn’t reject her in this state.

Instinctively, Feng Qingzhuo wanted to freeze time in this moment.

She closed her eyes, a faint smile curling at her lips. Mother, it seems… I’ve found the person from your stories—the one who wouldn’t abandon me, who would stay by my side. Except… she isn’t human. She’s a dragon.

But… Feng Qingzhuo abruptly opened her eyes. She knew she couldn’t indulge in this.

“Let’s go.” Chris patted Feng Qingzhuo’s cheek with her tiny claws, noticing the girl’s oddly content expression. Though puzzled, she didn’t press further—maybe human cubs just hit puberty early? Having little secrets was normal.

Spotting the still-bleeding wound, Chris added, “Get up. Follow me inside. Lying around like this is ridiculous.”

With that, she climbed off Feng Qingzhuo so the girl could rise.

The past moments had been so blissful—lying in the snow, surrounded by ice spiritual energy perfectly attuned to her spiritual roots, cradling the warm little dragon cub. Gazing at the sky, Feng Qingzhuo had even thought herself the happiest person in the world. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up.

The dragon spirit glanced again at Feng Qingzhuo’s wound and was startled to find it nearly healed. “Right, right, hurry back inside. If you don’t bandage your two-legged pet soon, she’ll recover on her own.”

Chris: “…”

She shot it a glare, her voice icy. “Wasn’t it you who said she was poisoned? That she was dying?”

“That she needed my bl00d to detoxify?”

“Wasn’t that your doing?” Each sentence grew sharper than the last. Chris, who had just spent ages fruitlessly trying to scratch open a wound on her own scales with her claws, fell silent. She had genuinely tried.

“I never said that,” the dragon spirit muttered, shrinking back. “I just told you to clean her up and apply some medicine. A wound like this would heal in a couple of days.”

“She wasn’t even bitten by that spike-toothed rabbit.” It turned away, clearly guilty.

As Chris’s guide on the path of cultivation, it never missed a chance to educate her—after all, if Chris didn’t absorb the millennia of dragon inheritance, the spirit would have to work nonstop without rest!

And no rest? For a dragon spirit who had slumbered for who-knows-how-long, that was pure torture! Depriving a dragon of sleep was downright cruel!

“But…” The dragon spirit’s tone shifted, its gaze curious and probing. “Your two-legged pet really is unusual. Her wounds heal suspiciously fast.”

Chris: “…”

Speechless, she flicked her tail and turned away, treating both the spirit and Feng Qingzhuo to a silent display of draconic sulking—guess why I’m mad.

“It was just an experiment,” the dragon spirit admitted, covering its face. “If you don’t like this teaching method, I won’t do it again.”

“Knowledge is dead, but I’m alive. When it comes to learning, we can make it more ‘dragon-friendly’ in the future.”

“But ask yourself honestly—didn’t you just memorize everything I said? And you’ll probably never forget it for the rest of your life…” the Dragon Soul muttered under its breath.

“What’s it called? Didn’t you experience this kind of teaching method before you crossed over? Forcing knowledge into your head by any means necessary. Am I leading by example? Sacrificing myself for dragons?”

The Dragon Soul shook its head again, tapping its skull with its tail. “Ah, none of that seems quite right. Give me some time—I should be able to give you the proper answer soon.”

Hearing her deepest secret suddenly exposed by the Dragon Soul, Chris’s pupils trembled violently. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she stared at the creature.

Chris: ???

Crossed over???

Had she misheard?

“Y-you… you…” Chris stammered, too shocked to speak clearly, “Don’t tell me you’re a transmigrator too?!”

The Dragon Soul saw no reason to lie to Feng Qingzhuo and simply shook its head. “No.”

“Haven’t I told you before? I’m both your mentor dragon and the manifestation of tens of thousands of years of draconic ancestral memories. Normal dragons inherit this millennia of knowledge right after hatching, but you’re special—you have me!”

“I am the dragon who oversees our race’s inherited memories! Including yours!” As it spoke, the little white dragon raised its head proudly, golden eyes gleaming. “In the future, the knowledge you acquire will also be passed down through me to future dragons.”

“You and I are one.”

“These memories and knowledge will be inherited generation after generation, never forgotten!”

“Of course, mastering all the knowledge in your head will take some time. After all… it’s so messy. Those so-called ‘memes’ from your world are particularly numerous—so obscure and hard to understand.” The Dragon Soul smacked its lips. “But they’re quite interesting!”

Chris’s draconic face stiffened.

Chris: ???

You’ve got to be kidding.

Immediately, she recalled all the adult literature she’d read, the bizarre short videos she’d mindlessly scrolled through during boring lectures, her phase of obsessively calling 2D game characters “husband” or “wife,” and the cringey CEO novels from her chuunibyou days…

There were too many examples to list.

Surely… surely such trash knowledge didn’t need to be passed down, right?

What horrified Chris even more was realizing that after her college entrance exams, she couldn’t recall a single useful piece of knowledge! It was as if the information had entered her brain, taken a quick vacation, and then gone home.

Chris: Dragon brain overload.jpg.

“Generation after generation, never forgotten.”

“Generation after generation, never forgotten.” These eight words echoed relentlessly in Chris’s mind. Her mouth twitched, her face frozen in terror as she forced a smile—one that looked more painful than tears.

Thanks, but no thanks—she felt like she might shatter into pieces any second now.

When Feng Qingzhuo turned back, she found the dragon that had told her to return indoors standing motionless, its eyes seemingly devoid of all light.

Feng Qingzhuo hurriedly picked up the little dragon, softly calling her name, “Chris!”

“Chris!”

Only when the little dragon regained her senses, light returning to her eyes, did Feng Qingzhuo finally relax. Gently, she asked, “What happened just now? Did something occur?”

Chris shook her head, muttering under her breath, “Just felt like I was about to ‘go down in history,’ that’s all.”

“Infamously, of course.”

Once inside, Chris seemed utterly dispirited, like a useless dragon. With practiced ease, she retrieved a golden wound ointment from the cabinet, flying over to Feng Qingzhuo with the bottle clenched in her teeth, grumbling, “Apply it yourself.”

Plonking down on the edge of the bed, Chris began contemplating life. If there were such a thing as amnesia medicine, she would gladly take it.

Out of the corner of her eye, Chris noticed Feng Qingzhuo scooping up a handful of ointment and applying it directly—no finesse whatsoever—smearing it haphazardly over the wound, coating the torn flesh entirely. The little dragon’s eyes widened in disbelief. That looked painful! Yet Feng Qingzhuo acted as if it were nothing.

Chris stared, wincing at the imagined pain. As Feng Qingzhuo reached for more ointment, Chris’s claw shot out to grab her hand. “Are you an idiot? Let me do it!” she hissed.

After applying the medicine, Chris placed the blue-and-white bottle back in its original spot and flopped onto Feng Qingzhuo’s bed, pinning her down. The little dragon then stared blankly at Feng Qingzhuo’s face, lost in thought. Chris remained by her side, not budging an inch, like a fierce dragon guarding its treasure.

When Feng Qingzhuo tried to slip her hand out from under the covers, Chris glared at her until she withdrew. Feng Qingzhuo parted her lips slightly and asked, “Chris, aren’t you hungry?”

Chris, who had been busy all day without a proper meal and now had her reputation tarnished: !!!

At Feng Qingzhuo’s words, the little dragon froze in place, her stomach suddenly growling loudly.

So… she wasn’t not hungry. She had just been too worried earlier to notice.

Flustered, Chris covered her belly with her claws, shifting positions until she was sprawled in front of Feng Qingzhuo’s bed. “Not hungry. Definitely not hungry!” she declared.

Then, the growling grew louder—so loud both of them could hear it.

Chris’s face flushed. She thought to herself, The humiliation comes too fast. Stomach, oh stomach, why must you betray me like this? It’s just one missed meal—are you really going to starve to death?

And then…

“Grrrrrrr…” The traitorous belly growled again, leaving Chris thoroughly embarrassed.

Chris: …Thanks for that.

Chris: Do I not deserve any dignity?

Unable to stay still, Feng Qingzhuo climbed out of bed and urged, “I told you, eat first.”

“This rabbit is delicious. It’ll be ready soon.”

And so…

The two sat before the fire. Chris stared at the plump rabbit sizzling on the spit, its fat dripping into the flames. Whether it was poisoned or not didn’t matter—there was only one word for it: delicious!

Delicious! So delicious! Incredibly delicious!

Feng Qingzhuo wore an undershirt as he steadily rotated the makeshift wooden skewer grill, ensuring the plump rabbit cooked evenly without burning. The sizzling fat dripped rhythmically into the fire, unintentionally stoking the flames higher.

Chris, dizzy with hunger, stared at the glistening roasted rabbit with starry eyes.

As a dragon, it had been far too long since she’d tasted meat!

For a long time after transmigrating, Chris had subsisted on nothing but cow’s and goat’s milk—she was practically turning into milk herself! Now faced with this mouthwatering rabbit, she could barely restrain herself from pouncing on it with her claws.

Feng Qingzhuo meticulously scored the rabbit, basting it with oil and seasonings while carefully monitoring the fire below, determined not to ruin their hard-won meal.

Once the rabbit was perfectly roasted, Feng Qingzhuo carved it into pieces, picking up a morsel with chopsticks and offering it to the little dragon. Chris, who’d been drooling impatiently, wiped her mouth and gobbled it up with an eager “Om-nom!”

One feeding, one eating.

This was how Feng Qingzhuo and Chris shared the entire rabbit between them.

Stuffed full, the little dragon flopped onto the bed, completely forgetting her wounded pride as she allowed Feng Qingzhuo to cradle her like a living plushie. She suddenly recalled the Dragon Soul’s earlier words—this spiked-tooth rabbit truly was a delicacy!

Just then, the firmly shut door creaked open a sliver.

“Meow—”

The Dragon Soul also opened its eyes and warned, “Wake up, everyone. We have a guest.”