Bingpo and Chiyan’s family was kinda famous among dragons. One side’s Red Dragon Clan, the other’s Ice Dragon Clan, and their twin daughters? One’s ice, one’s red—no blending into all-red or all-ice. Both genes are just that strong.
Plus, Bingpo and Chiyan are renowned dragon prodigies. Bingpo’s a bookworm, the brainiac of the new dragon generation, and single-flight race champ.
Chiyan? She’s the no-age-limit eating contest champ, crushing all opponents. After winning, she stomped a table, roaring, “Who’s next?!!!”
Ahem, Chiyan’s not just famous for eating. Her combat talent’s top-tier, but she’s missing a brain cell. Sometimes, she’d taunt opponents into powering up, turning sure wins into losses. In the Dragon Prodigy Fighting Tournament, she didn’t even make top four—knocked out by an opponent who went berserk.
Lost and didn’t care, Chiyan just laughed it off, no trace of defeat. Maybe that’s her charm—she’s got way more dragon friends than Bingpo, super popular.
Flying through the air, they met tons of pals—80% Chiyan’s.
“Yo! Chiyan, you’re back?!”
“Yo yo, yup, I’m back!”
“Yo yo yo, wanna swing by my place? My mom’s cooking—super awesome, yo!”
“Yo yo yo yo, nah, not today! I’m taking Master home to cook for her, so pass, pass—see ya, bye, yo!”
Already trailing Bingpo and Filo, Chiyan gave a quick greeting and zoomed off. Her pal, dumbfounded in mid-air, thought, She’s cooking? Isn’t Chiyan’s food poison-tier? Can you eat that?
Wait, Master? Chiyan’s got a master? Yo yo yo, that’s huge—gotta spread the word!
The dragon pondered, then flapped its wings, heading to tell the others.
Chiyan’s crew knew her vibe. For her to willingly take a master, they’re either terrifyingly strong or have a skill she can’t resist. Big news—spread it first, think later!
Chiyan pushed to catch up, but Bingpo’s speed was naturally faster, and this time, she wasn’t holding back. Unless Chiyan broke her limits, catching “merciless” Bingpo was impossible.
Bingpo soon reached home, and it wasn’t what Filo expected—dragon homes looked… almost human!
“Our dragon clan mingled with humans early on. We used to live in caves—big bodies, y’know. But the Dragon King liked human houses, so we adopted them. At home, we turn human, but outside, we’re dragons—true form and all,” Bingpo explained, guessing Filo’s thoughts.
Filo gave her a thumbs-up. Bingpo, you rock—team’s top commentator, no contest!
Entering Bingpo’s family grounds, her parents sensed the familiar aura and rushed out, flinging open the door.
A man and woman—him with red hair, a bit punk, golden-ratio inverted-triangle build, brimming with power but a dopey look. Her with ice-blue hair and eyes, like a grown-up Bingpo, elegant and refined.
“Dad! Mom! I’m back!” Bingpo landed gracefully, wings flapping, not stirring a speck of dust—flight champ for a reason.
Her dad, thrilled, noticed Filo on her back first.
“Daughter, this… human?”
“Uh, Dad, Mom, this is—”
“Master!!!”
Before Bingpo finished, Chiyan zoomed in, stealing the mic. She crash-landed, skidding a 30-meter gouge, spinning wildly, nearly smashing into the house.
“P-Perfect landing~” Chiyan mumbled, dizzy.
Her parents gaped at Filo. Master? Since when did their daughters take a master? Such a big deal, so casual? Shouldn’t they consult the elders first?!
Clearly annoyed, Bingpo turned human, slapping her face.
Her plan was to not mention Filo’s master status, make up an identity, let Filo stay, and charm her parents with her personality over time. Once they saw Filo as family, Bingpo would slyly reveal the master thing for a second “apprenticeship,” smooth and tactful.
But now… oh mama, Chiyan, are you my personal demon?
Bingpo facepalmed. Plan B it is.
Her parents, eyeing awkward Filo, frowned. “Taking a master’s fine, but dragons respect strength. You can’t follow a weakling. You’re our pride and the clan’s. Your master’s gotta be stronger than us.”
Dad, Red Dragon, Level 750!
Mom, Ice Dragon, Level 720!
Not top-tier, but solid mid-tier dragons. A master needs to surpass them.
“So, what’s your level? A human worthy of our daughters should at least be a [Sage]. Or maybe a [Great Sage]?”
Out of courtesy, they didn’t scan Filo—scanning’s like picking a fight. Not that it’d work.
Filo felt a tad awkward. Level 999—how’s she supposed to introduce that?