GD Ch. 31 Part 1

Chapter 31: Does She Want to Enter Her Dream?

Changying’s dark, shadowy head was adorned with two black, branch-like protrusions, which Zhuyou wasn’t quite used to seeing yet. Especially since those horns looked so tender, as if they could snap with the slightest touch.

After having a spirit stone shoved into her mouth, Changying couldn’t spit it out and could only keep her mouth wide open. Her two fangs pressed against the stone, sharp enough to seemingly pierce a hole through it. 

She shook her head pitifully, trying to dislodge the stone, but to no avail, looking utterly aggrieved.

Yet, her golden eyes remained cold and unyielding, as if she were unrepentant and would do it again, staring directly at the silver-haired, black-robed devil before her.

“Do you admit your mistake?” Zhuyou reached out towards the dragon horns she had long coveted, finally getting a proper feel of them. The intricate patterns on the horns were densely packed, almost invisible unless examined closely.

Changying flicked her tail, coldly nuzzling her head against Zhuyou’s hand, her sharp dragon scales grazing the pale skin.

Seeing that Changying seemed slightly more obedient, Zhuyou finally removed the spirit stone. The dragon’s maw, having been open for so long, didn’t immediately close, remaining agape for a while, drool nearly dripping out.

With a press of her two fingers, Zhuyou firmly closed the dragon’s mouth.

Hanzhu watched in stunned silence, her face full of concern. “Mistress, if this divine offspring seeks revenge in the future for how you’re treating her… body, what should we do?” Her face turned red as she spoke, realizing how inappropriate her words sounded.

“I raised her. How could she dare seek revenge?” Zhuyou’s words were directed at Hanzhu, but her eyes never left the dark dragon before her, narrowing slightly as if in threat.

Changying swayed her tail, seemingly in a gesture of appeasement, though the movement was half-hearted. Her eyes slanted, casting a cold glance at Hanzhu, who was trying to stir trouble.

Hanzhu shivered, unable to resist another glance at the dragon horns before turning away. “Can these horns be hidden? If others see them, how would we explain?”

Zhuyou stroked Changying’s horns again, finding the texture quite pleasant, though she wondered if continued rubbing would make them smoother.

Changying didn’t struggle, her eyes still fixed on Hanzhu, as if adding another grudge to her list.

After a few more strokes, Zhuyou lifted the dragon’s body slightly, meeting those golden eyes directly.

The gaze was icy, the vertical pupils dark and heavy, resembling a heartless demon beast, devoid of mercy or kindness, nothing like the celestial beings from the heavens.

Zhuyou leaned back, narrowing her eyes, stubbornly sniffing the air again. Still, she couldn’t detect any dragon aura. Even with horns, this dragon didn’t seem like an ordinary one.

“In front of others, you must never reveal these horns. Dragon horns are said to be delicious and chewy, and dragon tendons are incredibly tough, becoming crispy when boiled briefly,” she said slowly.

Hanzhu shuddered, as if her mistress had truly tasted dragon meat before.

Changying’s golden eyes narrowed, clearly displeased, but she didn’t make a sound.

Zhuyou’s thumb lightly brushed Changying’s jaw, pausing at the corner of her mouth. 

Changying wanted to bite, her crimson maw opening slowly before closing again, her eyes dropping to the hand holding her.

The fingers were slender and pale, the tendons on the back of the hand prominent when gripping something, the wrist delicate, as if lacking strength. Yet, when holding something, it was truly beautiful, the fingers tightly clenched, the tendons on the back appearing fragile.

Seeing Changying not throwing a tantrum, Zhuyou’s innocent eyes curved slightly, like a crescent moon hanging in the sky, untouched by dust, yet…

She was a devil.

“Except for me, everyone else is an outsider. No one else should see your horns, understand?” Her thin lips moved as she added.

As soon as she finished speaking, the dragon in her hand suddenly grew heavier. Her arm couldn’t support the weight, and she had to let go. A soft, childlike figure tumbled into her arms.

It was a dragon girl, without the branch-like horns.

Changying had returned to her human form, and with it, her horns had vanished. She was quite sensible, obedient at times, but occasionally exuded a murderous aura, only occasionally showing true compliance.

Now fully bearing the weight, Zhuyou leaned back slightly, wondering if the dragon had grown again, as she felt heavier. Her chin lifted, exposing her fragile neck to those golden eyes.

Changying buried her head, suddenly biting down with some force, as if trying to tear off a piece of flesh.

Zhuyou gasped, quickly pushing away the dragon biting her neck, her hand reaching out.

Changying was caught, her slender neck in Zhuyou’s grasp, yet her expression remained cold, unreadable. She struggled slightly, her pale eyes dropping to the hand holding her neck, as if entranced.

Beautiful, the tendons on the back of the hand prominent when gripping something, she wondered if it would look the same holding other things.

The two strands of mysterious spiritual energy she had swallowed earlier had fully integrated into her body, especially the remnants clinging to the dust. After swallowing them, she had nearly collapsed, her body feeling as if buried in ice, her eyelids heavy.

This time, waking up felt as if her shattered soul had returned, and somehow, she now understood joy.

When she looked at this devil before her, she always wanted to see her helpless and confused when bullied, and when she saw the slight curve of her lips, it felt like tasting honey. This must be… joy.

Zhuyou was caught off guard, nearly hit by Changying’s head. The dragon had indeed grown, her limbs longer, her face slightly more mature, the ink-like mole on her nose more pronounced.

But she was still a child, pale and frail.

Zhuyou gripped Changying’s neck, her fingers tightening slightly. The little dragon’s breathing grew rapid, her pale face suddenly flushing red, as if on the verge of suffocation.

The coldness from Changying’s body crept up Zhuyou’s arm, more intense than before, as if a icy force was trying to pry open her clenched fingers. Her chest felt as if frosted over, and she suddenly let go, turning her head to exhale a cold breath, quickly poking Changying’s chest with her finger.

The already weak Changying fell back, tumbling off the soft couch, lying on the ground catching her breath, her dark hair rising and falling with each breath.

Hanzhu wasn’t surprised. Her mistress’ temper was indeed volatile, and when angered, she could be deadly. Recently, she had been unusually restrained. Hanzhu lowered her head slightly, a hint of disappointment in her expression, her hands clutching her skirt tightly before relaxing.

Knowing she was just a servant to her mistress, hearing Zhuyou tell Changying that everyone else was an outsider… it felt like needles piercing her heart.

She never hoped to always be by her mistress’ side, but seeing her mistress without anyone close for centuries… it was heartbreaking. If only she could always be by her mistress’ side, how wonderful that would be.

Lost in thought, she suddenly noticed Changying looking at her.

Changying’s cold gaze swept over her, the childlike figure exuding an air of superiority, her icy eyes passing over this insignificant ant.

Afraid her thoughts were exposed, Hanzhu quickly lowered her head, hiding her desires.

Zhuyou hadn’t intended to harm the little dragon, just felt she had become unruly after waking up and needed to be taught a lesson to prevent future insolence.

As she lowered her eyes, Changying slowly shifted her gaze from Hanzhu, lifting her head towards Zhuyou, her expression cold and indifferent, showing no sign of remorse, just staring up at her.

What a disobedient dragon.

Zhuyou couldn’t understand why the dragon had become so unruly, thinking she must still be groggy from sleep. “Be good, don’t glare at people. Learn from Hanzhu, if you don’t know how to behave, just keep your eyes down.”

As soon as she finished, Changying frowned, turning her head away uncooperatively, muttering in a soft voice, “I don’t want to learn from her.”

Zhuyou was about to speak when she sensed someone approaching outside.

Not exactly a person, but a devil pretending to be human.

The door thudded as it was hit, the wind rattling the paper on the windows, but the door remained shut. A cold light flashed as the incoming spiritual energy was repelled by a restriction.

The devil outside steadied herself, speaking in a soft, delicate voice, “Your Grace, since you’ve graced Huacheng Sect with your presence, why didn’t you inform me?” Her words made it sound as if she were the master of Huacheng Sect. If Zhou Xizhao heard this, he’d be furious.

The newcomer was naturally Jing Kexin, but the restriction on the door stopped her. She had intended to force her way in, but found she couldn’t.

Zhuyou glanced at Hanzhu. “Did you bring her here?”

Hanzhu had circled the outer peaks several times, never imagining that even after such detours, Jing Kexin could still follow her. Trembling, she said, “I thought I had shaken her off.”

Jing Kexin was neither swayed by soft words nor deterred by harsh ones. Her ability to cling to someone was unmatched. Seeing no response from inside the room, her voice softened further, dripping with sweetness, “Your Grace, you shook me off earlier, yet here you are in Huacheng Sect. Why go through all the trouble? Wouldn’t it be better to stay with me?”

Zhuyou covered one ear, genuinely annoyed by the noise. Jing Kexin was, after all, a major devil and one of the three rulers of the Devil Realm. Her cultivation level wasn’t low by any means. Now, with the toxic mist in her eyes growing stronger and her spiritual energy not fully recovered, the restriction she had set up was as fragile as a sheet of paper, ready to tear at the slightest touch.

If Jing Kexin truly intended to force her way in, the restriction likely wouldn’t hold.