The Dragon of the Fallen Demon Master Sister in a Book - Chapter 9

The little black dragon tilted its head as it gazed at Feng Qingzhuo, thinking to itself that this child must truly be ill, before being overwhelmed by the spices and sneezing, “Achoo—”

Chris really couldn’t take it anymore. If humans were to hold a poll right now, asking about the weaknesses of dragons, she would definitely vote for their overly sensitive sense of smell—how easily they could be suffocated by spices.

However, a keen sense of smell was practically a common flaw among all animals. Currently, she couldn’t even fully control this body, so there was no way to change it now. She’d have to wait until adulthood to see if she could find a solution.

Chris kept backing away, her dark red draconic pupils narrowing into slits as she stared at Feng Qingzhuo. Her gaze was tinged with panic, her nose still itching from the overpowering mix of spices clinging to the girl.

Even the cat that had been nestled in Feng Qingzhuo’s arms immediately bolted as far away as possible, not daring to look back for a long while. Its amber eyes were filled with terror.

Animals always had sharp senses of smell. Whatever spices Feng Qingzhuo had smeared on herself were so potent that both the dragon and the cat, who had once been close to her, were now sneezing uncontrollably, avoiding her like the plague.

The black-and-white tabby was nimble, leaping away in just a few bounds. But even so, it couldn’t escape the assault of the spices.

The cat couldn’t hold back—its paws slipped on the snow, claws digging in as it sneezed. Losing its balance from the force, it slid and tumbled onto the ground with a soft, “Achoo…”

Followed by a pitiful little mewl—”Mew~”

Neither the dragon nor the cat had escaped the fate of being utterly overwhelmed by Feng Qingzhuo’s spice concoction. The potency was practically on par with some biochemical weapons.

Feng Qingzhuo had very successfully driven away both creatures that had once been affectionate toward her, sending them fleeing at least ten meters away.

Chris even spread her wings and took to the sky, but the wind carried the scent straight to her nose, making her sneeze again. Squinting through the irritation, she turned to the dragon spirit beside her and asked, “Dragon Spirit, do you have any solutions… Achoo… This can’t go on… Achoo…”

The dragon spirit fell silent, then sighed helplessly before stating bluntly, “Why don’t you just hold your breath, toss your two-legged human into the water to wash her off, then drag her out and roast her over a fire? Problem solved.”

As it spoke, an image formed in Chris’s mind—the little black dragon, barely taller than a person, gripping Feng Qingzhuo’s shoulders with its tiny claws, lifting her entire body with great effort, then throwing her into the freezing lake in the dead of winter… only to fish her out afterward and roast her over dragonfire…

Chris fell silent. The thought of Feng Qingzhuo—a delicate, soft-skinned girl—enduring such torment seemed far too inhumane.

After a long pause, she finally replied, “That doesn’t sound like a method for raising humans.”

“That’s definitely how you dragons raise your young, isn’t it?!!”

The dragon spirit glanced down at the tabby cat below them and remarked, “You should’ve asked sooner.”

“Though its current strength is on par with yours, but…” The dragon spirit paused, shifting its gaze from the tabby cat below to Chris. “You’re a dragon. Just mask its scent with your own.”

“When these two scents clash, well… how should I put it.” The dragon spirit pondered briefly, searching for simpler terms to explain to the newborn dragonling. “Remember those ABO novels you read? When two alphas are put together, their pheromones conflict and they fight. What you need to do is similar—a stronger alpha suppressing another alpha’s pheromones. Think of it as… placing a temporary mark on your prey?”

With this explanation, Chris immediately understood. Essentially, it was a battle between a cat and a dragon over a human. Now, Chris could leverage her species advantage—dragons being innately powerful—to mark the human through special means.

Moreover, with her mark, it would prove this human belonged to her, her prey. Other creatures generally wouldn’t dare touch a dragon’s quarry, even if she was still just a hatchling.

“Damn it, why didn’t you say so earlier?! Achoo…” Chris rubbed her poor nose with her paw and grumbled, “But… isn’t this kind of marking usually between AO mates?”

“No, open your eyes and look! Which one of us looks like an A or an O?! And where does this look like a mating bond?!” After a long silence, Chris suddenly broke down. “Boss, this isn’t an ABO world!”

The dragon spirit stared at her with a look that screamed “you idiot.” “It’s just a metaphor. The method’s up to you—use it or not, but remember, your human will just end up smelling like another cat, that’s all.”

“Just a little stinky, no big deal.”

“Just no more sweet-smelling human to cuddle at night, that’s all.”

Chris: “…”

The little dragon frowned, pondered, then fell silent.

Internally, she griped: Do you have to be so mean…

Despite her mental complaints, for the sake of her nose, Chris forced a smile and eagerly pressed, “How do I mark her? Do I still bite her neck? Explain in detail!”

Dragon Spirit: “…You changed your tune fast.”

Perhaps due to some innate bias, the dragon spirit could only console itself: Young dragons are just energetic, it’s normal. From the memories I’ve seen, some hatchlings barely had teeth and already flapped their tiny wings to kidnap princesses from human kingdoms, almost getting captured as mounts. Compared to that, this little one… isn’t so bad?

Probably…

“Lick her often, rub against her, and bite if necessary. That’s it…” Under Chris’s relentless pestering, the dragon spirit finally relented and gave her the answer.

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Feng Qingzhuo hung her head in silence. The stray cat’s aloofness was one thing, but her own dragon hatchling also keeping its distance dealt her a heavy blow. Determined to reclaim her dragonling’s affection, Feng Qingzhuo made up her mind.

I should probably go back inside to bathe and change into clean clothes.

Feng Qingzhuo looked up at the little dragon with pleading eyes. She didn’t speak, but her dark pupils seemed to convey her thoughts—she was trying to appear pitiful and weak, hoping to coax the dragon inside.

Unfortunately, this tactic no longer worked on Chris. She simply couldn’t stand the mixed scent of cat and spices. Without the spices, she might have been able to directly mark the child with her scent, but now…

The little dragon rubbed her poor nose, which kept twitching from constant sneezes. Faced with Feng Qingzhuo’s pitiful gaze, Chris just wanted to scream: “I can’t just bite her like this!!”

Thus, Feng Qingzhuo’s previously established “universal pet charmer” persona instantly shattered. All it took was some pungent spices to turn her from “universally adored” to “universally avoided.”

In the end, her dragon didn’t follow her inside. Feng Qingzhuo lowered her head in disappointment and left, leaving Chris and the tabby cat standing on either side in the snow, eyeing each other warily.

After bathing and changing into fresh training clothes, Feng Qingzhuo pushed open the door to find this scene:

A cat and a dragon, each stationed on opposite sides of the doorway, crouched and waiting for her to emerge.

Feng Qingzhuo paused, looking at the cat on her left and the dragon on her right. The hand resting on the door suddenly… hesitated to push any further.

This felt like a battlefield of emotions—as if she’d somehow become some sort of coveted prize.

But avoiding the problem wouldn’t solve anything.

As she stepped out, the cat pounced toward her with lightning speed. Chris froze for a moment before realizing… that cat was about to climb all over her human again!

“Damn it!!” Chris gritted her dragon teeth so hard they might shatter. The angrier she got, the more she needed to stay calm. She suddenly remembered what the dragon spirit had told her: observe carefully, stay composed, focus intently, and sense its energy with her eyes.

Finally, she saw it.

Behind the tabby cat’s body stood an ice-blue, white-browed tiger.

To be precise—an ice-blue giant tiger.

Chris blinked in amazement. Wanting a closer look, she moved nearer, only to notice… the ice-blue tiger was licking its bleeding paw, its tail broken in half, looking utterly miserable.

But as Chris approached, the cat—who had invaded her territory and sought refuge in her human’s arms—seemed to sense danger. It arched its back, ears flattening into “airplane mode,” claws digging into the ground. Its black-and-white fur puffed up into a bristling ball as it growled low at the dragon.

Chris was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered, refusing to back down. As a dragon, how could she lose to a cat? Even if that cat was actually an injured, ice-blue tiger.

She recalled a wildlife documentary she’d once watched: when encountering a wild beast, maintain eye contact to appear strong, then slowly retreat to safety.

Now that she was a dragon, leaving wasn’t necessary, but… trying to intimidate it? Make it leave? Maybe that would work.

She had to show the other who was truly in charge here. Even if it was a fierce tiger, it would have to bow before her in her territory! Otherwise, wouldn’t life here become completely chaotic?

She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but Chris imitated the tabby cat in front of her—crouching low, arching her back. She was trying to mimic a cat’s bristling fur! Though she had no fur, she was much larger than this little cat!!! Then, with all her might, Chris let out her first truly imposing dragon roar, “ROAR!!!”

The tiger disguised as a tabby cat: ???

Is this oversized lizard out of her mind?

Dragon Spirit: …

The Dragon Spirit forced a smile, her expression gradually stiffening, her eyes shifting from shock to utter despair. She looked at the young dragon, who was shamelessly sprawled on the ground mimicking a kitten, then averted her gaze and said, “When you grow up, don’t you dare tell anyone I taught you. Better yet, don’t let anyone know my name. Thanks.” 🙂

Feng Qingzhuo, caught between the two: ???

Feng Qingzhuo stepped forward, scooped up her bristling dragon from the snow, and cradled her in her arms, ruffling her head before turning her gaze to the little tabby on the ground.

Chris felt herself being lifted by a pair of hands. Feng Qingzhuo, fresh from her bath, still carried the scent of moisture. The little dragon exhaled warm breath against her neck, nuzzling deeper into her embrace, trying to mark her with her own scent.

After rubbing against Feng Qingzhuo for a while, thoroughly coating her in her own smell, the little dragon lifted her head high, nostrils flaring, and scoffed disdainfully, “See! Now you know who the real queen is!”

“This human is MINE!”