How to Raise a Crazy Beautiful Snake Demon - Chapter 11

The wind outside suddenly grew louder for a moment, and amidst its howling, Zhu Jiuyin’s final words landed lightly on Ji Qingwu’s eardrums like some mysterious, unknown incantation.

Ji Qingwu heard them clearly, but it took her a while to grasp their meaning. By the time she reacted, the white snake had already left her ear and was sitting calmly on her lap, its tail coiled around her sash, playfully flicking it.

Zhu Jiuyin watched Ji Qingwu’s face—the way her slightly thin cheeks slowly flushed with an enticing rosy hue, how the cool, slender corners of her eyes took on a hint of bashful moisture, like a green paulownia tree blooming with pink-purple flowers in spring.

She loved teasing this woman—making her shy, even angry—watching her shed the hypocritical facade of a righteous cultivator. It was endlessly amusing.

This was also why she had returned. This woman could lie with such an earnest face—how intriguing.

She wanted to see just how many more interesting things this woman was hiding.

Zhu Jiuyin coiled the tip of her tail around Ji Qingwu’s sash and spoke with a faint smile:

“My little servant, tonight I can’t help myself—I really want to use you again… May I?”

Ji Qingwu’s slender frame nearly lost its balance, almost toppling over on the meditation cushion. Her face burned crimson, the flush spreading all the way down to her neck, hidden beneath her blue collar.

She glared at Zhu Jiuyin, her long phoenix eyes wide with shock, her tongue nearly tripping over her words:

“Y-you—what nonsense are you spouting?! I would never… do that kind of thing with you again!”

Zhu Jiuyin lazily leaned in, baring her fangs with a cold glint, and took Ji Qingwu’s slender, pale fingers into her mouth:

“If you won’t do it, then just give me some of your bl00d or tears to use…”

She toyed with the fingers between her teeth, grinding lightly until Ji Qingwu trembled all over, her body burning, swaying helplessly. Only then did Zhu Jiuyin chuckle softly, releasing the finger and looking up:

“Just teasing you, fool. My lust poison is already cured—I won’t act recklessly.”

Seeing Ji Qingwu exhale deeply, her previously rigid spine slackening slightly, her face showing the relief of someone who had narrowly escaped disaster, Zhu Jiuyin couldn’t help but burst into laughter:

“Ahahaha! You’re such an amusing little servant, truly delightful!”

She laughed heartily, even as Ji Qingwu picked her up, dropped her into the wooden bowl, and covered her head with a handkerchief. The muffled laughter continued beneath the fabric.

It grated on Ji Qingwu’s nerves, leaving her flustered and unsure what to do—she almost wanted to toss both the snake and the bowl out the window.

How infuriating! To bring up such a thing the moment she returned, making her heart race and her mind replay certain scenes, her whole body heating up. How was she supposed to meditate like this?

Ji Qingwu took a deep breath and switched to another cushion to resume her meditation. After a while, Zhu Jiuyin stopped laughing, but then began rustling restlessly under the handkerchief—soft, yet incessant.

Just as Ji Qingwu finally managed to focus and sink into her meditative state, Zhu Jiuyin poked her head out again and called to her:

“Hey, hey! Little servant, there’s something very important I want to tell you in advance, so you can prepare yourself.”

Ji Qingwu sighed with her eyes closed. When the snake was gone, she found life dull; now that it was back, she found it chaotic. Such was the way of the world—no perfect middle ground, only extremes of silence or noise.

Eyes still shut, she replied:

“What is it? Speak.”

Zhu Jiuyin:

“Tell me—does this count as us living together now?”

Ji Qingwu:

“…That doesn’t count! You’re just temporarily staying here to recover!”

Zhu Jiuyin:

“Hmm, so we’re cohabiting then. Do you know how to read the stars? There should be a bl00d moon in about two months, did you know that?”

Ji Qingwu:

“It’s not cohabitation!… No, what’s a bl00d moon?”

Zhu Jiuyin:

“It’s caused by the natural cycle of reincarnation. Every hundred years there’s a night of the bl00d moon. On that night, demonic and monstrous cultivators gain tremendous power while righteous cultivators become extremely weak. That’s why demonic cultivators often rampage and slaughter the righteous on such nights.”

Ji Qingwu:

“I think I’ve read some records about it, but our Yuqing Sect is powerful. Even if demons attack, we rarely have problems.”

Zhu Jiuyin:

“I’m not talking about demons… I mean us monstrous beings. On that night, I’ll also undergo changes.”

Ji Qingwu finally opened her eyes and looked at the wooden bowl.

Zhu Jiuyin’s slender neck had extended most of the way out, floating silently in midair like a silver-white jade hairpin, her pair of crimson vertical pupils glowing faintly like rubies at its tip.

Ji Qingwu asked:

“What kind of changes?”

Zhu Jiuyin spoke softly, deliberately lowering her voice as if telling a ghost story:

“I’ll… become wildly monstrous, recognizing neither kin nor friend, killing indiscriminately. And the first person I’ll kill… will be you.”

Ji Qingwu narrowed her eyes slightly, unfazed, assessing the credibility of these words.

Zhu Jiuyin remained suspended in midair, her small triangular face completely serious as she asked:

“So don’t you want to throw me out now as a precaution?”

Ji Qingwu responded quickly, firmly refusing:

“No.”

Zhu Jiuyin tilted her head, her gleaming vertical pupils full of curiosity:

“Why not? On the night of the bl00d moon, I’ll truly lose control and kill you. With your cultivation level, you definitely couldn’t stop me. If you throw me out now, you won’t have to worry.”

Ji Qingwu:

“First, I don’t believe you’ll completely lose control. Since the bl00d moon comes every hundred years, you must be over a thousand years old with plenty of experience—you wouldn’t lose control every time. Second, I let you stay here to recover precisely to prevent you from hating me. Why would I throw you out and invite resentment? Finally… my intuition tells me you won’t kill me.”

She spoke decisively, her words slow but firm, each sentence delivered with conviction.

Zhu Jiuyin was silent for a moment before stretching her head and body forward to examine Ji Qingwu’s face from a distance, as if trying to discern her expression:

“Are you serious?”

Ji Qingwu turned to face the glowing ruby eyes in the darkness.

Of course, she had her own motives. If she could weather the bl00d moon night together with the original female lead, at the very least, they could become friends—effectively a life insurance policy.

As for losing control and killing… although the original novel was dark, the female lead never killed innocent people, let alone friends by mistake. This was repeatedly emphasized in the book, and Ji Qingwu trusted the power of the original plot and character settings.

She nodded and replied softly:

“Of course I’m serious. And since you’re staying here now, I’ll face the bl00d moon with you. Whatever you need, I’ll do my best to help.”

The white snake’s body remained still for a long while before Zhu Jiuyin’s muffled voice finally came:

“I’ve never met a woman as foolish as you.”

Ji Qingwu didn’t quite understand:

“Hmm?”

But the slender white figure had already turned back, slipping into the wooden basin, leaving only faint silver glimmers behind.

A slight smile touched Ji Qingwu’s lips as she murmured softly:

“Goodnight, Zhu Jiuyin.”

After a long silence with no response, she closed her eyes and immersed herself in cultivation. With her mind settled and undisturbed by external matters, she completely missed the soft, wistful reply:

“Goodnight… Ji Qingwu.”

–

By morning, Ji Qingwu had meditated through the night, smoothing out her tangled inner energy and achieving excellent rest. She awoke refreshed, with clear senses and sharp mind.

Rising, she first checked the wooden basin only to find it empty save for a crumpled handkerchief.

Where had the white snake gone this time?

After searching the room fruitlessly, she checked near the stove and wine jars outside—still no sign. Extending her spiritual sense across the entire mountain yielded nothing either.

Standing in the courtyard, she frowned slightly. Had the snake left without saying goodbye again? But hadn’t they gotten along well last night?

After some thought, Ji Qingwu decided not to dwell on it. She retrieved various meats and spirit fruits from her storage ring to cook another pot of stew. Having missed out last time still gnawed at her—if she didn’t eat it soon, it might become a mental block!

Truthfully, not everything she’d told the elder was false. Since arriving in this world, ordinary delicacies truly did help stabilize her mind.

The rich aroma of stew soon filled the air. As she tended the pot, Ji Qingwu suddenly had an idea and cast a wind spell to ensure the fragrance would spread across the entire mountainside.

She set out two bowls by the stove and brought out the remaining skewers to grill on an iron plate nearby.

“Ah… smells amazing.”

Happily turning the skewers, Ji Qingwu suddenly sensed something and couldn’t suppress a smile.

As expected! The lure of delicious aromas worked—the little snake was returning.

Setting down the skewers, she turned to look.

The small white snake was emerging from the forest behind the house, but… with great difficulty.

Clenched in its mouth was a small bundle wrapped in banana leaves, while its raised tail curled around another package. With both ends lifted, it could only propel forward using its abdominal muscles.

“What in the world are you doing?!”

Ji Qingwu burst into laughter at the sight and hurried over to take both packages from the snake.

It felt oddly like receiving New Year gifts from relatives—best not dwell on that comparison or she’d laugh again.

Freed from her burdens, the snake swiftly slithered over toward the grilled skewers, tossing out:

“For you!”

Unwrapping the banana-leaf bundles, Ji Qingwu gasped—one contained a top-grade spirit stone the size of a quail’s egg, its golden radiance dazzling!

This was hard currency in the cultivation world, usable for purchases in markets. By her original memories’ calculations, its purchasing power roughly equaled… 100,000 yuan.

The other bundle held an exquisitely crafted black spirit jade, its inner brilliance marking it as an exceptionally rare treasure.

Such jade allowed direct absorption of spiritual energy for cultivation—a coveted treasure for all cultivators, nearly impossible to buy and usually passed down from masters.

Stunned, Ji Qingwu looked at Zhu Jiuyin:

“These are incredibly valuable. You’re giving them to me? Why?”

Zhu Jiuyin had already climbed to the edge of the pot, stretching his neck to grab a skewer of grilled meat. Amidst his busy munching, he managed to reply:

“To make you happy, of course.”