How to Raise a Crazy Beautiful Snake Demon - Chapter 16

Zhu Jiuyin bared her fangs, her mouth stretching to an impossible 180 degrees. Her head was small, but her mouth seemed disproportionately large, with four gleaming fangs that sent a chill down Ji Qingwu’s spine.

“Alright, alright, I’ll go rest, fine? You can have all this yourself—it’s all for you, no need to save any for me.”

Ji Qingwu had no choice but to head to her room. At the doorway, she glanced back and saw two faint red dots glowing in the darkness, watching her retreat with a sinister gaze, as if ready to sink its teeth into her at any moment.

Ji Qingwu knew Zhu Jiuyin was concerned about her health, but this vicious little snake always expressed care through threats—something Ji Qingwu found utterly baffling.

Whatever. Ji Qingwu laid out her straw mat and settled down, feeling that her relationship with Zhu Jiuyin had improved somewhat. Though there were no grand gestures, the fact that Zhu Jiuyin cared about her well-being was a good sign!

Satisfied, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

Outside, Zhu Jiuyin devoured every last skewer Ji Qingwu had left for her, this time even finishing the small fruits skewered alongside the meat—not a single scrap wasted.

Once done, she slithered into the room and stared fixedly at the sleeping Ji Qingwu.

Her face, softened in slumber, looked as delicate as a child’s—her skin fair and tender, her lips pale yet petal-like, slightly parted, exhaling a fragrance as sweet as orchids.

What a complete and utter fool.

With that thought, Zhu Jiuyin struggled back into the wardrobe, biting onto a long robe and dragging it out. She wriggled laboriously around, spreading the robe over Ji Qingwu like a large blanket.

Just like how she had covered her with a handkerchief before.

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The next morning, Ji Qingwu awoke feeling still somewhat weak, her spiritual energy reserves completely depleted.

Sleep alone couldn’t replenish spiritual power—it required long-term cultivation and meditation, maybe even some elixirs to fully recover. Unfortunately, being from the modern era, Ji Qingwu had always found ancient elixirs dubious and had never actually tried any.

She sat hugging her knees for a while, itching for something to do. But in this ancient world without smartphones, the only thing she could “play with” was her white snake roommate.

She got up to check the wooden bowl, only to find it empty.

“Strange… where’s my snake?”

Muttering to herself, Ji Qingwu searched the entire cottage—under the wardrobe, the table, the straw mat—but found nothing. She even checked the neighboring rooms, but the little white snake had seemingly vanished into thin air.

Always disappearing like this… I should really tie a leash around her.

Ji Qingwu stepped outside to look for the snake near the stove. The skewers were long gone, but a pot of meat soup still simmered gently over low heat. After hours of cooking, the meat had softened to perfection, leaving only a small bowl’s worth.

Without hesitation, Ji Qingwu ladled out the soup and sipped it slowly, warmth spreading through her body, her dantian glowing with heat.

When she checked her spiritual senses, she was shocked to find her spiritual energy surging rapidly, as if she hadn’t just drunk meat soup but some kind of supreme restorative elixir. Her entire being buzzed with the overflow of power.

This… can’t be right, can it?

Frowning, Ji Qingwu set down the bowl and stared at her palm, where a vortex of spiritual energy swirled—demanding immediate absorption.

She immediately sat cross-legged on the spot, expanding her spiritual consciousness. In an instant, her sea of consciousness roared as abundant spiritual energy surged from her stomach into her dantian, flooding her limbs and filling her depleted consciousness to the brim.

What… was this? Definitely not just ordinary meat soup. It felt more like… the medicinal pills her junior sisters at the sect had described for body nourishment?

After fifteen minutes, Ji Qingwu opened her eyes, a gleam flashing across them as she felt refreshed and invigorated. The issues in her sea of consciousness had been mostly repaired by that single bowl of soup, nearly restoring her to her previous cultivation peak!

“Haa…”

She exhaled softly and instinctively turned her gaze toward the back mountain.

The little white snake emerged from the woods. She seemed to have been waiting there all along, only choosing to slither over after Ji Qingwu finished her meditation.

Sliding up beside Ji Qingwu, the snake raised her triangular head, ruby-like eyes staring unblinkingly as if assessing her condition before finally nodding in satisfaction.

“Hmm, not bad.”

Without hesitation, Ji Qingwu blurted out:

“What did you put in that soup?”

If Zhu Jiuyin had eyebrows, they’d be arching right now—this girl just asked so directly, sounding almost accusatory as if suspecting poisoning. Wasn’t she afraid of getting bitten?

But lacking eyebrows for the moment, Zhu Jiuyin replied calmly:

“Nothing much, just a premium-grade Revival Pill. Hardly worth mentioning, as long as it helped.”

She even flicked the tip of her tail to emphasize her nonchalance.

A premium-grade Revival Pill?! Hardly worth mentioning?!

Even without deep knowledge of cultivation world economics, Ji Qingwu knew Revival Pills were hard currency among cultivators—capable of healing wounds, nourishing internal energy, and usable regardless of spiritual roots. Even a low-grade one could trade for over a dozen ordinary cultivation robes like hers.

Low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, superior-grade, premium-grade… By that measure, a single premium-grade Revival Pill could probably buy tens of thousands of sect robes! Exchanged for other items, it might even procure rare heavenly treasures!

And now… such an invaluable pill had been dissolved into soup for her to drink…

Ji Qingwu’s expression gradually twisted into something strange—part dismay, part anguish—completely unlike the reaction Zhu Jiuyin expected.

The little snake tilted her head:

“What’s that face for?”

Ji Qingwu:

“A premium-grade Revival Pill… I didn’t even get to see or touch it before consuming it. What a waste…”

Zhu Jiuyin:

“…Pfft!”

Her snake mouth stretched to a full 180 degrees as her entire body coiled into a gourd vine shape, radiating amusement.

But then Ji Qingwu asked again:

“If I recall correctly, demonic cultivators can’t use premium-grade Revival Pills, right? So where did you get this one?”

Zhu Jiuyin’s laughter slowly faded as her crimson eyes locked onto Ji Qingwu’s, voice low and measured:

“Killed a righteous cultivator once. Found it on his corpse.”

Ji Qingwu’s face instantly turned grave, her gaze involuntarily tinged with fear.

The slender serpent slithered forward until reaching Ji Qingwu’s feet, eyes once more gleaming with venomous malice:

“Useless trinkets like these… I’ve got piles of them. Righteous cultivators like you… I’ve slaughtered quite a few too. Little slave, you’ve seen my demonic form. Tell me… do you fear and loathe me now?”

Her words were biting and sarcastic, laced with her usual coaxing tone, yet Ji Qingwu could hear it.

Beneath every sentence, there was a barely perceptible tremor.

As if she feared receiving that inevitable answer.