A Wild Divine Dragon Sister

The river breeze brushed against the bridge, while the small boats below drifted gently.

It was already dusk. Luo Xiaoxi was pushing her bicycle, her body carrying a faint scent of alcohol.

Tsk. She had stayed out quite late today and even had a few drinks. She could already imagine Hua Qianluo giving her a piece of her mind the moment she stepped through the door.

But then again, she was used to it.

Back when she was little, Hua Qianluo would always warn her not to play in the muddy lotus ponds, yet every single time, she would return home covered in filth. Hua Qianluo would grumble and scold her the entire time while scrubbing her clothes clean.

“Ugh, suddenly I don’t really want to go back.”

Luo Xiaoxi propped up her bike kickstand and leaned listlessly against the bridge railing. She decided to stay here for a bit to let the smell of alcohol dissipate.

Propping her small head up with one hand, she gazed into the distance. The setting sun reflected off the river, and a cool breeze lifted her hair. In that moment, standing there, she truly looked like a celestial maiden who had transcended the mortal world. She blended in perfectly with the surrounding ancient-style architecture.

Suddenly, a very strange sensation washed over her. Luo Xiaoxi blinked, startled.

She shifted her gaze toward the street entrance below the bridge, where volunteers were guiding tourists. Despite the crowd, her eyes immediately locked onto a single figure wearing a hoodie.

Of course, she didn’t think this was “fate.” Fate was the kind of thing that only the old lady back home would constantly ramble about.

Perhaps feeling Xiaoxi’s gaze, the hooded figure looked up toward the bridge.

Long Miaoming had been following Luo Xiaoxi all day.

It was strange—this was the first time in nearly eight hundred years that she had felt the aura of her own dragon scale. Considering the girl seemed to be a local, Miaoming couldn’t understand why she hadn’t sensed it before.

Miaoming tilted her head up. “Is it really you…?”

To be honest, she found it hard to believe. This incredibly beautiful girl leaning against the bridge railing was actually the reincarnation of Luo Bai.

But even if it were true, she didn’t dare step forward to reunite. Miaoming turned to leave. She could see that the girl’s life was peaceful, and she didn’t want to disturb it.

“What a weird person, wearing a hoodie in the middle of summer,” Xiaoxi muttered to herself.

Suddenly, Xiaoxi’s phone rang. It was Hua Qianluo.

“Hello, Mama Qianluo?”

“Brat! Get away from there immediately!” Hua Qianluo’s voice was urgent, and for once, she didn’t bother bickering over the nickname.

Xiaoxi froze. She looked around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. She immediately assumed Hua Qianluo was just calling to prank her.

“It really is… Dragon Blood…”

A bizarre sentence suddenly drifted into Xiaoxi’s ears. She looked around again, but the bridge was quiet; there was no one near her.

“Strange. Am I hallucinating?” Xiaoxi whispered, confused.

But as she turned her head back, a chill shot from the soles of her feet straight to her skull.

Something was wrong. The bridge had been bustling with people just a moment ago. Even if she had spaced out for a few seconds, it was impossible for everyone to have vanished!

At that moment, a shadowy figure appeared behind her, raising a blade high.

“The Dragon Blood… is mine!”

The voice rang out again. Xiaoxi’s pupils shrank. Ignoring her “celestial maiden” image, she reflexively ducked and rolled forward. It was lucky she was wearing hot pants instead of a skirt today, or she would have definitely flashed the entire bridge.

Using the momentum, Xiaoxi caught a glimpse of what was behind her: a silhouette hidden within a black mist.

The danger wasn’t over. The shadow lunged again.

Xiaoxi turned to run for her life, but the moment she turned, she saw something she would never forget.

The previously calm river water turned violent. A majestic divine dragon roared from the depths, glaring at Xiaoxi before charging toward her with lightning speed.

I can’t dodge it! Xiaoxi gritted her teeth, watching the blue dragon rush straight at her. For the first time, she felt death standing right in front of her.

But the dragon swept right past her.

The resulting spray drenched Xiaoxi, soaking her clothes. Only then did she realize that the dragon’s target wasn’t her.

In that instant, the dragon dissipated, and a hoodie fell back.

Long Miaoming stood there, her eyes flashing with murderous intent as she glared at the figure in the black mist. She didn’t care what kind of creature this was—if it dared to lay a hand on Luo Xiaoxi, she would make it pay a devastating price.

The dragon emerges from the river, crossing a thousand miles. A dragon has a reverse scale; touch it, and you die.

“You… you…”

The figure in the mist was too terrified to speak. This level of power was not something it could resist. It dissolved into a ball of black smoke, trying to flee, but it was too late.

Miaoming reached out, and a black long-sword manifested in her hand. With a swift stroke, she pinned the creature within the mist directly to the ground.

The shadow screamed and begged for mercy, but Miaoming didn’t feel a shred of pity. In her eyes, anyone who targeted Luo Xiaoxi deserved to die.

She stomped down, shattering the mist into nothingness.

Having finished the job cleanly, Miaoming moved to turn back and check on Xiaoxi. Suddenly, she froze, her body turning stiff.

Luo Xiaoxi is still right there watching…

Aaaaagh! Did I just look too violent? What if I left a bad impression?

Miaoming was instantly plunged into a spiral of anxiety. No, I have to stay calm. What do I do?

“So… so cool…”

While Miaoming was internally panicking, Xiaoxi spoke. Those first words made Miaoming go quiet instantly.

An awkward silence hung in the air. Xiaoxi realized she was acting a bit like a fangirl and lowered her head, blushing slightly.

Seeing Xiaoxi’s girlish reaction, Miaoming suddenly snapped out of it.

In this life, Luo Xiaoxi was a girl and had no memories of the past. Moreover, Miaoming had just played the role of her savior. From any perspective, there was no reason for Xiaoxi to hate her.

Thinking of this, Miaoming gained a bit of confidence.

Just then, a gust of wind blew across the river. Xiaoxi shivered. She was currently like a drowned rat, soaking wet from head to toe.

Miaoming reacted quickly, stepping forward and draping her own jacket over Xiaoxi’s shoulders.

“Th-thank you…” Xiaoxi whispered carefully. Although accepting things from strangers wasn’t a great habit, she was truly freezing.

Besides… her bicycle had apparently fallen into the river.

“Come to my place to change into some dry clothes,” Miaoming seized the opportunity to extend an invitation. “My house is quite close.”

She paused, then added, “And, my house is actually quite big.”