How to Raise a Crazy Beautiful Snake Demon - Chapter 1

The sky had just cleared after the rain, with mist and clouds swirling around, creating an ethereal mountain scenery.

In front of the main hall of the Yuqing Sect, dozens of disciples stood in neat rows, waiting to receive their monthly teachings from their master.

After a long while, a young woman emerged from the hall.

Her slender figure was draped in plain green robes, her jet-black hair tied back with a simple jade hairpin. Her face, free of makeup, was strikingly beautiful.

Her long, ink-dark eyebrows arched sharply toward her temples, framing a pair of cold, stern eyes. As her gaze swept over the crowd, many lowered their eyes, not daring to meet hers.

Ji Qingwu stepped to the front of the assembly and spoke calmly:

“The Grandmaster is in seclusion. I have sought permission—today’s assembly will still be led by me.”

Her voice carried an inner force, ensuring even the farthest disciple could hear her clearly. The disciples responded in unison:

“We heed the teachings of our Eldest Senior Sister.”

In the world of cultivation, women’s talents far surpassed men’s. All the elite disciples gathered before the hall were female, and their harmonious voices rang like chimes.

Ji Qingwu continued:

“As is tradition, we shall recite the sect’s rules. Who will lead?”

Her authoritative gaze swept slowly over each face, and those she looked upon held their breath in trepidation.

The Grandmaster had been in seclusion for a year, and every assembly since had been presided over by Eldest Senior Sister Ji. Previously, she had always led the recitation herself—never had she called upon another to begin. The disciples exchanged silent glances, puzzled but unwilling to step forward.

Ji Qingwu’s voice turned icy:

“Could it be that none of you have memorized the sect’s rules?”

Her words struck like thunder, sending a shiver through the crowd. Immediately, someone raised a hand under the pressure:

“Eldest Senior Sister, I have memorized them! I will lead!”

Another disciple, unwilling to be outdone, added:

“Eldest Senior Sister, I will do it! My inner energy is steadier!”

Ji Qingwu gave a slight nod, her gaze softening almost imperceptibly, and pointed to a young girl in the front row to begin. The girl, honored by her attention, flushed red and began shyly:

“First Rule of the Yuqing Sect: Our duty is to eradicate demons and evil. Within the Three Realms, if you encounter a demon, you must kill it!

Second Rule: Any disciple who colludes with demons shall share their fate—death is the penalty!

…”

The girl’s face burned as she recited the long-memorized rules, her eyes darting furtive glances at the Eldest Senior Sister.

At Ji Qingwu’s signal, the other disciples joined in, their voices rising like a chorus through the mountains, reminiscent of a mortal academy’s recitations.

Yet what they recited were not the classics of virtue and morality, but bloody commandments—unbreakable laws.

Ji Qingwu stood at the forefront throughout, silent. She had no need to recite any rules.

At less than three hundred years old, Ji Qingwu had already formed her Nascent Soul. She was the Grandmaster’s first disciple, a once-in-an-era genius of the cultivation world, the symbol of their sect, and the strongest role model for all young cultivators.

It was said she was born of heavenly tribulation, a person tied to the will of Heaven, destined to save the Three Realms.

Everyone admired her, loved her, worshipped her, placing boundless hopes and expectations upon her. And she never failed them—her cultivation advanced at an astonishing pace, her demeanor was stern and disciplined, utterly free of vice, and she bore the weight of the world as her duty.

When the recitation ended, so did the assembly. As the disciples dispersed, Ji Qingwu’s cool voice rang out once more:

“Song Shirui, come here.”

An inconspicuous young woman in the middle of the formation paused slightly, her cheeks flushing pink as she hurried to Ji Qingwu’s side and asked respectfully:

“Senior Sister, what are your instructions?”

Ji Qingwu waited several breaths, ensuring everyone had left, before speaking in a low voice:

“Any news about the matter I entrusted to you?”

Song Shirui also lowered her voice solemnly:

“The snake demon matter? I’ve collected some related information recently, but none quite match your description… I’ll continue gathering. If I find anything similar, I’ll present it to you.”

Ji Qingwu’s expression remained calm as she nodded. Observing her senior sister’s demeanor, Song Shirui cautiously inquired:

“Senior Sister, about that snake demon you mentioned… how did you come to know about it? Could it be… the sect master revealed something?”

At these words, Ji Qingwu lifted her thin, pale eyelids, her long, narrow eyes sweeping a cold glance at the younger disciple.

Song Shirui immediately trembled from head to toe, wishing she could swallow back her question. Why had she spoken out of turn? Senior Sister’s gaze… was absolutely terrifying!

Before she could apologize, Ji Qingwu said:

“That snake demon is related to the Heavenly Tribulation. You shouldn’t know these things, but since you do, you must be cautious with your words and actions.”

With that, Ji Qingwu flicked her sleeves and departed.

Effortlessly summoning her flying sword, she stepped onto the blade and soared into the sky without needing hand seals.

Song Shirui stood frozen by the overwhelming information, only recovering after a long moment. Watching her senior sister’s retreating figure, she thought: Senior Sister truly is the chosen one destined to save the three realms! So slender, yet bearing such immense responsibility—how admirable!

Ahead, the flying sword accelerated, Ji Qingwu’s figure swaying slightly as if about to fall.

Tears welled up in Song Shirui’s eyes: Senior Sister must be exhausted, she can’t even stand steadily on her sword! My heart aches for her! I must work harder to complete the important task she entrusted to me!

Wiping her eyes, she excitedly descended the mountain.

High above, Ji Qingwu adjusted her footing on the flying sword to steady herself.

Gazing at the layered peaks of the immortal mountains before her, she exhaled in relief—today’s assembly was successfully navigated.

Fortunately, she’d been an HR manager before transmigrating here. Conducting small meetings and giving instructions were well within her capabilities. The original owner’s stern personality also made it easy to maintain appearances.

Ji Qingwu sorted through her thoughts. It had been over half a month since she transmigrated into this dark-fantasy novel “The Serpent King and Demon Lord,” yet she still wasn’t fully accustomed to flying swords. Understandable—she hadn’t even known how to drive a car before, and now she was piloting a flying sword. The learning curve was steep; some wobbling was to be expected.

“The Serpent King and Demon Lord” told the story of an ultimate “beautiful, strong, tragic” female lead: the snake demon Zhu Jiuyin.

In the early story, Zhu Jiuyin was captured and thrown into the Ten Thousand Demons Pagoda, enduring endless torment until she emerged victorious from its brutal survival-of-the-fittest environment. After breaking free, she slaughtered her enemies’ entire sects, then kept the main culprit by her side to personally torment for a hundred years—until their complete annihilation—before becoming the world’s sole Demon God.

It would have been an empowering revenge story… if the tormented enemy wasn’t named “Ji Qingwu,” and if the sect owning the Ten Thousand Demons Pagoda wasn’t called “Jade Pure Sect.”

Watching the mountain peaks recede into the distance, Ji Qingwu took a deep breath. The unpolluted air of ancient times was truly refreshing, but how many more days could she breathe such air? She had transmigrated into that “Ji Qingwu”—the great villain who personally captured the female protagonist and threw her into the Ten Thousand Demon Pagoda!

To make matters worse, she hadn’t read this book carefully in her previous life, only skimming a general summary. She knew nothing of its details and had no idea how the snake demoness protagonist would appear.

She had asked her junior sister to gather information everywhere at the foot of the mountain, just so she could respectfully escort the snake demoness protagonist out of the Jade Clear Sect the moment she appeared—the farther away, the better. She absolutely couldn’t let the protagonist be imprisoned in the Ten Thousand Demon Pagoda, nor allow her to turn dark because of it!

Lost in worry, she arrived at her own mountain peak. Indeed, as the head disciple of the sect leader, she occupied an entire immortal mountain rich in resources and brimming with spiritual energy, providing an excellent cultivation environment.

Her flying sword obediently slipped back into her sleeve as her wide robes billowed in the breeze. Ji Qingwu stepped onto the summit of Changming Mountain and headed toward the original owner’s simple three-room tiled house.

The structure of the house was extremely basic: the left room for cultivation practice, the right for meditation, and the center for receiving guests and drinking tea. The interior had no decorations whatsoever, embodying an ancient “minimalist” style.

Ji Qingwu knew the original owner’s personality and was aware of the concept of “soul theft” in the cultivation world. After careful consideration, she decided to maintain the senior sister’s original persona as much as possible. She couldn’t let anyone discover that the senior sister had changed souls—who knew what this strict and rigid sect would do to her? The thought alone was terrifying.

But now came the challenge of maintaining this persona: returning home to find not a sofa or soft bed, not even a wooden bed. She could only rest sitting on a meditation cushion, leaning against a table leg—it was really uncomfortable!

Determined not to break character, Ji Qingwu resolved to find a way to get herself a bed. Otherwise, life would be too hard to bear.

The original owner never slept, constantly cultivating instead. While Ji Qingwu could meditate to relieve fatigue, she chose a more familiar method—an afternoon nap.

She arranged three meditation cushions together and lay down, gazing at the plain ceiling beams before quickly drifting off to sleep.

The mountain was quiet, undisturbed, yet before long, Ji Qingwu suddenly opened her eyes.

She had “sensed” something unusual—not severe, like an ant crawling over her foot, but enough to jolt her awake, raising goosebumps on her arms.

There was something… something strange on her mountain!

Ji Qingwu leaped up, her robes fluttering as she dashed toward the source of the anomaly in the back mountain, arriving within seconds.

The spiritual spring tinkled softly, while large clusters of phoenix trees and magnolias bloomed simultaneously, their petals fluttering to the ground as if disturbed by some unseen force.

Ji Qingwu’s heart tightened.

There, on the cliff, was a small, hidden pit!

Though the pit was only the size of a bowl, its depth was immense. This was a trap the original owner had set to practice demon-slaying techniques. Any demon weaker than her that fell into it would suffer the agony of ten thousand swords piercing its heart and immense pressure crushing its body until even its core shattered, its body torn to pieces.

And now, the trap’s magic had been triggered, its glow flickering—clearly, it had caught something.

Over the past fortnight, Ji Qingwu had diligently patrolled the mountain every day, determined to prevent any remnants left by the original owner from harming the snake demoness—only to miss this hidden pitfall entirely!

Her footsteps grew lighter. Maybe it wasn’t a snake… There could be other beasts here…

She moved forward, holding her breath as she peered down—and her heart sank like a stone.

Beneath the dazzling golden glow of the spell, a small, coiled white figure trembled with every strike of the radiant swords piercing its body, crimson bl00d dripping with each wound.

The luminous creature, curled up no larger than a palm, lay in a pool of dark bl00d, its labored breathing a clear sign of grievous injuries.

Ji Qingwu felt dizzy.

With a wave of her hand, she dispelled the spell, the light vanishing instantly—revealing the pit’s occupant with unmistakable clarity.

What else could it be but a snake?

A silver-white serpent with bl00d-red eyes, identical to the description of the female lead’s true form in the novel!

No wonder there had been no news from outside—the snake demoness had fallen right into the original owner’s backyard. Wasn’t this just delivering herself to the enemy?

No… delivering her snake head.

Ji Qingwu’s eyelid twitched as she stared into the pit. The little white snake had weakly raised its slender neck, its gaze locking onto hers.

Its body was frail, covered in gruesome wounds, drenched in bl00d—a pitiful sight.

But those deep, crimson eyes burned with an unyielding intensity, like two bl00d-stained gemstones—cold to the bone, venomous to the core.

That gaze was like poisoned arrows, piercing Ji Qingwu’s chest, her face, her body, as if wishing to flay her alive and devour her whole.

Ji Qingwu’s expression stiffened as she pondered a very serious question:

Would kneeling and begging for forgiveness still work at this point?