Inside Bingpo and Chiyan’s cozy house, their parents, plopped on the sofa, slowly opened their eyes, coming to.
“W-What happened? Why’re we sleeping here? I think… our daughters came back…” Dad muttered.
“You’re not wrong. I remember them returning, but… there was someone else…” Mom added.
As they mumbled, Filo, sitting nearby, gave an awkward but polite wave. “Hiii, hello there~”
“…”
Silence. Dead silence. The two dragons nearly fainted again, but Filo quickly cast [Forced Calm], a buff skill, keeping them from passing out a second time.
Really? Sure, the True Ancestor might be scary, but I’m this cute—shouldn’t I be loved by all, making flowers bloom?
Filo thought, a bit narcissistic. She was cute, but her aura was too intense, and the True Ancestor title was downright terrifying.
One of the world’s first beings, the strongest vampire, an old-school Ultimate Being… just “Ultimate Being” is enough to spook anyone, let alone the True Ancestor of Vampires.
Filo still didn’t fully grasp what her title meant.
The higher up you go, the more you understand the True Ancestor’s terror. Among veteran Ultimate Beings, if she’s second, no one dares claim first.
Dragon King, you were way too reckless! You should’ve known how strong she is!
The two dragons couldn’t fathom why the Dragon King picked a fight with her. They didn’t know her mindset—5,000 years ago, “Filo” crushed her effortlessly. Now, stronger, she found her foe, burning with revenge.
Back then, she didn’t even know Filo was the True Ancestor, just an Ultimate Being. If Bingpo hadn’t spilled, the dragons wouldn’t believe this harmless-looking girl was the terrifying True Ancestor.
“U-Um, True Ancestor, why’d you take our daughters as… as disciples? T-They’re probably not… qualified, right?” Bingpo’s dad stammered, hands stiffly on his thighs.
He’d once hoped to entrust his daughters to the Dragon King as disciples, but she coldly rejected them as unworthy.
The dragon clan’s top youths weren’t good enough for the Dragon King? He was baffled, but recalling her fist from his childhood, he got it—maybe they weren’t.
If they didn’t qualify for the Dragon King, how could they for the True Ancestor? That’s his thought now.
Filo’s lips twitched. Qualified or not, she didn’t care. Taking disciples was a total fluke. If these two hadn’t fought near her house, gotten beat, and clung to her, she’d never have taken them.
“Well, these two—”
“Ara ara! Master, leave this to me! Go tour the house with Chiyan!” Bingpo popped up from nowhere, hoisting Filo and tossing her to Chiyan.
Bingpo took Filo’s spot, flashing a professional smile at her parents. She knew if Filo said they trashed her house and stuck to her, her parents would unleash their “love fists” on them.
To avoid that and protect their fragile hearts, Bingpo had to step up!
“Here’s how it went…”
Bingpo took a deep breath, going full throttle. Seven parts truth, three parts lie—hardest to bust. She skipped the house-trashing, adding heaps of “Mary Sue” flair, painting her meeting with Filo as fated, love at first sight…
Mom wasn’t fooled—who knows—but Dad was hooked, hands clasped, eyes sparkling like a pika pika少女.
“Fated, love at first sight—what a vibe! Like when I met your mom—” Dad stopped short as Mom, smiling, slapped his face.
“Who fell for you at first sight? Wasn’t it an arranged marriage? Would I have picked you otherwise?”
“Honey, don’t say that! It was arranged, but I did fall for you~” Dad tried cozying up, but Mom’s ruthless iron hand pinned him to the floor.
Wow, Dad’s level 750, Mom’s 720—a 30-level gap—but Mom’s iron hand owns him. Family hierarchy? Love it, love it.
While Bingpo spun her tale, Chiyan led Filo through the house.
“Cozy” house, but bigger than Filo’s wooden villa. Makes sense—dragons, even in human form, need space. Big houses are just “suitable”; “suitable” sizes are cramped.
“Here’s the kitchen!”
“Here’s the study!”
“Here’s the gym!”
“Here’s my room!”
“Here’s Bingpo’s room!”
“Here’s Mom and Dad’s room!”
Chiyan showed off every room, but Filo noticed she introduced the bathroom but skipped one room.
“Chiyan, what’s that room?” Filo pointed at a corner room, radiating a creepy, sealed vibe.
Chiyan froze, awkwardly scratching her neck, head turned. “That room’s… nothing special, really…”
“Chiyan!” Filo’s tone sharpened.
Chiyan jolted, standing straight, then slumped. “That room… it’s my brother’s. He… he’s got a tiny issue…”
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