The Amnesiac, Sickly Beauty Is Pregnant With My Dragon Cub - Chapter 1

In the desolate Wild Oasis, there stood an exquisite little courtyard.

Inside the pavilion, there were two figures, one large and one small, one black and one white, one above and one below.

A baring-clawed-and-fanged black dragon was snagged mid-air by countless red threads. It opened its mouth, attempting to bite through these annoying crimson lines, but they only wound tighter. After struggling for a long while, the glossy black dragon tail slumped down limply, though its two dragon whiskers stood up, bristling with rage.

The black dragon roared, “Old Phoenix! Let me go!”

The woman called “Old Phoenix” by the black dragon was dressed in a snow-white long robe, her fingers as fair as jade. She slowly set down the teacup in her hand and stroked the glossy, black-furred cat in her lap.

Ming Huang asked, “I heard from a group of little rabbit demons a few days ago that while you were snatching their food, you conveniently burned a group of spider spirits to death and picked up a severely injured woman. Is this true?”

The black dragon replied, “How can you use the word ‘snatch’? Besides, I obtained that by my own ability.”

The red threads were thin and dense, binding the usually vibrant black dragon into a ball. Any demon seeing this would surely clap their hands in delight and shout, “A joy for all demon-kind!”

After struggling for a bit longer, the black dragon used its claws and teeth to tear at the red threads wrapping around its body. Finally, it lowered its voice and pleaded helplessly for mercy: “I was wrong, alright?”

Ming Huang smiled without speaking. Looking at the black “strip” tied up firmly by the Immortal-Binding Rope, she reached out and pinched a finger gesture, releasing her.

The moment Cang Lan broke free from the restraints, she impatiently transformed into her human form, becoming a black-haired, gold-eyed woman in black clothing. She snatched the teapot from the table, tilted her head back to drain all the clear tea directly from the spout, and then tossed the empty teapot back.

The teapot lid clattered a couple of times, spun in a few circles on the stone table, and then—smash—fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The black cat in her arms let out a cry, arching its back toward Cang Lan and hissing fiercely. Ming Huang pressed down on its back, slowly smoothing its fur from head to tail, and used magic to piece the teapot lid back together bit by bit.

Ming Huang frowned and said, “Have some manners when you eat and sit. You are such a large dragon already, yet you are still so untamed.”

Cang Lan was cradling a large, emerald-green Chinese cabbage in her arms, seemingly treasuring it more than the gemstones she had scavenged from ancient desert tombs.

Ming Huang said helplessly, “I wasn’t asking about the cabbage. I was asking about that woman you picked up. Do you know her identity?”

Cang Lan shook her head. “No idea. But she looks a bit like that enemy of mine. Better to kill the wrong person than let the right one go!”

Ming Huang smiled. “Since you want to kill her, why didn’t you swallow her whole back then? Instead, you brought her home and are raising her with good food and drink.”

Cang Lan stammered, unable to answer.

Ming Huang narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, “You didn’t come to my place to steal vegetables for that human, did you?”

Cang Lan’s eyes flickered as she dodged the question, replying, “She said she wanted to eat greens, so I…”

Ming Huang pinched the black cat’s tail, rubbing it against her palm, and asked with a smile, “Do you like her?”

Upon hearing this, two pitch-black dragon horns shinged out from the top of Cang Lan’s head, only for her to press them back in with two fingers.

Trying to cover up her embarrassment, she crossed her legs and scratched the top of her head. “Don’t talk nonsense. I’m keeping her because she’s too thin; her meat is too tough and wouldn’t taste good. Once I’ve raised her to be white and plump, I will eat her!”

Ming Huang selectively listened to a few words and nodded. “Oh.”

However, she quickly shifted the conversation: “Your Dragon Pool is rich in food. Why come to my house to steal vegetables? You even destroyed half of my vegetable garden.”

This time, Cang Lan also selectively heard only the first part of the sentence and said, “She is incredibly delicate. She won’t eat vines or tree roots, nor will she eat raw fish, so I…”

Ming Huang’s brow furrowed slightly. “So you came to my house to steal vegetables?”

Cang Lan said, “I was just afraid she’d starve to death. We’ve known each other for so many years; why is a bald bird like you so stingy? What’s wrong with giving me a little?”

Ming Huang stroked the black cat in her lap, its silk-fine tail curling once around her slender, fair wrist. She looked at the little black dragon before her, who was cradling that emerald cabbage like a precious treasure, and let out a helpless sigh.

Truly unable to do anything with her, Ming Huang said, “Take it. In the future, if you want to eat it, grow it yourself. If I catch you again, I’ll give my A-Xuan an extra meal. Dragon blood and dragon meat are very nourishing.”

The “A-Xuan” Ming Huang referred to be the large, glossy-furred fat cat in her arms. Cang Lan and this black cat loathed each other; every time she sneaked in to steal vegetables, she would be discovered by it.

She leaned against the stone table unreasonably, her waist slumping without any proper posture, lazily resting her arm on the surface—wrong, but acting as if she were in the right.

“I don’t know how.”

Ming Huang said helplessly, “But you’ve come to steal from my house time and again. Wherever you go, there is lightning and thunder, and you’ve ruined my vegetable garden. If my house weren’t protected by a barrier, it would suffer too. Why can’t you restrain your magic a little?”

Ming Huang continued to list Cang Lan’s recent misdeeds like counting family treasures: “Yesterday, the little rabbit demon came to complain to me, saying you stole the carrots it grew. The day before, a family of wild boar demons said you flipped their house over and snatched their children to play with. And the golden eagle on the neighboring mountain had all its feathers plucked by you…”

Cang Lan, naturally, did not listen to a single word. Propping her head up with one hand, her body gradually grew hot. On her slender, fair neck, dark and eerie patterns faintly emerged. Those were her scales; lately, they kept appearing for no reason, itchy and unbearable.

Cang Lan constantly wanted to scratch them or rub them against something.

She selectively answered Ming Huang’s earlier question, saying, “I can’t hold it back.”

Seeing that something was wrong with her, Ming Huang noticed a strange scent of “information fragrance” (pheromones) wafting from the dragon as she drew closer. She frowned, her smile fading, and said, “Tell me carefully, what exactly is going on?”

The dragon horns on Cang Lan’s head showed signs of growing out again. She cradled the cabbage in her arms, feeling lost. Seeing Ming Huang lean forward, Cang Lan thought she was going to snatch her vegetable while she wasn’t looking and held onto it even tighter.

Ming Huang: “…”

Her good intentions were wasted on a dog.

Cang Lan shook her head. “I don’t know why, but my spiritual energy has been surging violently lately. Even a single cough causes a localized thunderstorm.”

Ming Huang smiled. “No wonder there’s been flooding in the Wild Oasis recently. Such a spectacle hasn’t been seen in thousands of years.”

Cang Lan’s eyes shifted as she gave a cunning smile. “I already said I didn’t do it on purpose. Just see it as me being young—still a little dragon—and don’t lower yourself to my level.”

Ming Huang gave a cold snort and laughed, “A ‘little dragon’ of over two thousand years, is it?”

Cang Lan placed her wrist on the stone table and lifted her chin toward Ming Huang, saying, “Old Phoenix, you’ve lived for so many years and know everything under heaven and earth. Calculate for me if I’m facing some kind of tribulation soon; otherwise, why would there be such abnormalities?”

She scratched at the dense, fine black scales on the back of her neck. Bouts of itchiness came in waves; she wished she could scrape them all off. Deep beneath the scales, it felt as if they were being burned by clusters of small flames, sending out sharp, heart-piercing itches from time to time. Cang Lan truly couldn’t take it anymore.

Cang Lan asked in confusion, “If it’s not a heavenly tribulation, could it be that I have fleas, or perhaps some unknown skin disease?”

Ming Huang joked, “What kind of flea would dare to eat the flesh and blood of the Great Black Dragon King?”

Cang Lan snorted coldly. “They wouldn’t dare!”

Seeing Cang Lan so proactive in seeking medical advice, Ming Huang closed her eyes and placed two fingers on her pulse.

The pulse was floating and chaotic, with an underlying explosive force. However, she made an even deeper discovery.

Ming Huang calculated with her fingers, understood, and let out a knowing smile. She tapped the forehead of this little black dragon who was about to enter her adult phase.

“You need to find a wife.”

Cang Lan transformed into her dragon form and vanished from right under Ming Huang’s nose in the blink of an eye. Before leaving, she also swiped the inkstone and brush from Ming Huang’s study. She even snatched the Heaven and Earth Universe Bag hanging in the study while Ming Huang wasn’t looking.

A baring-clawed black dragon roared as it sped through the sky. Streaks of purple and orange heavenly thunder struck her body, but it was like a light scratch, posing no threat to her at all. Waves of itchiness came from the gaps between her scales, as if thousands of tiny insects were crawling and gnawing on them.

Cang Lan galloped through the dense black clouds, using her body to catch countless bolts of lightning, humming in comfort.

As she passed a small mountain, Cang Lan’s eyes lit up, and she crashed headlong toward it. Her powerful dragon tail swung through the air, knocking away a golden eagle that was hurrying home in the heavy rain, making it curse loudly.

The golden eagle watched the black shadow that was as fast as lightning in the distance, then looked down at its newly grown feathers, its resentment deepening.

Last month, it had only sneaked into the Dragon Pool to take a sip of water when it saw a jade-skinned, beautiful human woman lying on a stone bed. The human woman emitted an alluring fragrance that made the eagle drool. The golden eagle thought that eating her would surely increase its cultivation.

The eagle had sneaked onto the stone bed, attempting to swallow her in one gulp, only to be caught red-handed by the returning black dragon. It was no match for the dragon at all; after two rounds, the eagle’s feathers were entirely scorched by dragon flame.

In the end, it was that woman who spoke up, asking the black dragon to spare its life and let it leave the Dragon Pool. Only then did the golden eagle survive.

Unable to win a fight and unable to get a meal, the golden eagle shook its soaked feathers and flew away dejectedly.

Her dragon body coiled around the irregular mountain peak. Cang Lan slowly spread her scales, rubbing them back and forth against the hard, sharp jagged rocks, letting out intermittent dragon roars.

The small demons living in the mountain fled in terror, thinking the Black Dragon King’s feral nature had resurfaced and she was going to wipe them all out.

After a while, the mountain stopped shaking and the earth stopped quaking. The black dragon wagged its tail comfortably and sped off toward the east.

The little pangolins and mouse demons poked their heads out one after another, watching the ink-colored figure disappear into the rolling thunder. They chattered in low voices.

Pangolin: “Does the Great Black Dragon King have fleas?”

Mouse Demon B: “Then how big must those fleas be…”

Bursts of dragon roars echoed through the sky as a black shadow passed through several bolts of lightning and dense raindrops, stopping above the most dangerous place in the Wild Oasis—the Dragon Pool.

This was Cang Lan’s home.

The black dragon grumbled, “What wife or concubine? That Old Phoenix is just a liar!”

The black dragon transformed into a woman. That lean, strong waist was finally no longer limp, and her black robe made her figure look even more slender.

Cang Lan had an excellent figure—thin waist, long legs, and a graceful build. If she sat still and didn’t open her mouth, she was a beauty. However, the current Cang Lan, with her hands swinging along with her body and footsteps, looked exactly like a water snake darting out of a river.

Cang Lan wanted to adopt the posture of a “weak willow swaying in the breeze.” Her walk was awkward and affected, and she even blew a kiss at the water mirror at the cave entrance. This was a stride she had recently learned from the fox spirit on the neighboring mountain.

The fox spirit told her that after taking human form, one must walk neither fast nor slow and must twist the waist and hips to be alluring.

Not only that, but one must also learn to “convey affection through the eyes” and “send secret autumn waves” (flirtatious glances).

Cang Lan had practiced for a while and, believing she had mastered it, had kicked the fox spirit out.

Outside, the rain poured down, cascading from the entrance of the cave and forming a natural rain curtain. Yet, Cang Lan’s clothes were not soaked by the water; the whole dragon was dry and crisp.

At the cave entrance, she cursed the Old Phoenix under her breath: “Accursed bald chicken… What heats period? What ‘can’t go out’? If I don’t go out, who’s going to hunt to feed my humans!”

Cang Lan, holding the “prey” she caught today in one hand, waved her arm to open the cave’s barrier: “I’m back”

Her voice cut off abruptly. Cang Lan was hugged firmly by a soft, warm body. Her waist was gripped tightly by two arms, and she was forced to instinctively hold her breath.

“Where did you go?”

The woman’s gentle yet anxious voice echoed through the entire cavern. The reverberations made Cang Lan’s ears itch. She lowered her gaze and saw the woman’s soft, fair hands pressed tightly against her lower abdomen.

Cang Lan moved her body slightly, only to be hugged even tighter. She answered honestly, “I… I went out hunting.”