How to Raise a Crazy Beautiful Snake Demon - Chapter 2

The sky was tinged with crimson clouds as dusk approached, and the shaded green trees in the mountains seemed to fall into complete stillness, without even a whisper of wind.

Ji Qingwu stood before the pit, her instincts screaming at her to run. Yet, she felt like a murderer whose face had been memorized—escaping now wouldn’t mean escaping forever.

The snake demon before her stared unblinkingly. Ji Qingwu had once read that when threatened, snakes would fixate like this, tracking their enemy’s every move, searching for an opening, gathering strength in silence—until they struck with lethal precision.

This snake demon must be calculating how to kill her.

Her heart pounded violently. After a long moment of hesitation, she decided to extend an olive branch first—to lift the snake demon heroine out of the pit.

A stiff, awkward smile tugged at her lips, an expression rarely seen on the composed and dignified face of the senior sister. Summoning all her courage, she stepped forward and cautiously extended her left hand.

“First, you—”

Before she could finish, a sharp hiss sliced through the air.

The small snake’s body shot forward like a bolt of white lightning—approaching and retreating in an instant. Pain hadn’t even registered before the triangular head recoiled, its crimson eyes leaving a lingering glow in the air.

“Ah!”

Ji Qingwu gasped in pain. As she pulled her hand back, two symmetrical puncture wounds marred her palm, deep enough to glimpse bone. The snake had bitten clean through her hand!

Damn, this snake bites hard!

Clutching her left hand with her right, bl00d gushed out, dripping between her fingers and splattering into the pit.

Inside, the little white snake twisted its body away, as if even her bl00d was beneath it, not worth soiling its scales.

The snake raised its head again, watching Ji Qingwu’s reaction with unblinking intensity. Its small mouth parted, revealing two needle-sharp fangs—a clear display of lethal prowess.

Yet, Ji Qingwu smiled.

If it was willing to bite, willing to threaten her, then this snake was rational enough to communicate—at the very least, not entirely deranged. It was still waiting for her next move.

She had to prove her sincerity first.

Spreading both hands, she exposed the near-pierced wound on her left palm, presenting it before the pit in a gesture of vulnerability—one that invited another bite at any moment.

Her voice was gentle, her tone calm and open:

“Come out first. You can bite me again after you’ve recovered—it’s not too late.”

The mountains were deathly silent, leaving only Ji Qingwu and the white snake facing each other across the pit, half a pool of bl00d between them.

The snake’s crimson pupils reflected that smiling face and the still-outstretched hands. Its head tilted slightly to the side.

Thinking the snake’s stance had softened, Ji Qingwu relaxed slightly. She reached forward with her right hand, intending to scoop it up.

The next instant, the white snake struck—fangs gleaming coldly as it sank them deep into her right hand with another vicious bite!

Ji Qingwu shuddered, her face tightening in pain. Damn it, why doesn’t this snake follow logic?!

Using its fangs as anchors, the snake swiftly coiled around her fingers—cold, slick, and reeking of bl00d—its entire body now dangling from her hand!

Fear surged through Ji Qingwu, but she gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to fling it away.

Her hand trembled, spasmed, even locked up entirely—yet she forced herself to endure through sheer willpower. Only when the little snake finally exhausted its strength did it release its fangs and drop back into the pit.

His right hand now bore two deep puncture wounds, mirroring the left, both bleeding profusely.

Ji Qingwu still didn’t retreat, her hands remained outstretched, her dark eyes fixed on the little white snake.

Her voice was a forced calm, gentle through gritted teeth:

“Come up first, alright?”

The little white snake dragged its slender, bloodied body, showing no gratitude.

It tried climbing up the pit’s earthen walls on its own, but its injuries were too severe—its muscles couldn’t even grip the ground, leaving it teetering precariously.

Ji Qingwu kept her hands open, bleeding as she followed alongside. Then, just as the snake lost its footing and was about to fall, she swiftly cupped her hands together, catching it perfectly in her palms before lifting it out.

“Be careful, your wounds—”

She finally had the snake in her grasp, but the words caught in her throat. Weren’t these wounds all her doing in the first place? Why bring up the sorest point?

Pressing her lips together, she focused on the weak, panting snake in her hands, its head lolling to the side. She was at a loss.

By her original survival plan, she should have released the snake into the mountains. But now, it clearly needed time to recover.

Yet how could a snake demon possibly recuperate in the Jade Pure Sect, a faction dedicated to exterminating demons?

Her hands slick with bl00d, the little snake writhed in her palms—she was holding a genuine hot potato.

“Would you… like to come back to my room?”

Hesitantly, she took a step forward. The snake seemed to have exhausted its strength, its tiny body trembling with each breath, offering no reaction.

But then, a sudden call came from the mountain gate at the front courtyard:

“Senior Sister Ji! Why is there such a strong scent of bl00d? Have you encountered a demon?”

Damn it! Someone’s coming!

Ji Qingwu’s first instinct was to look down at the snake in her hands.

The little white snake abruptly raised its head, its crimson eyes locking onto her with pure hatred, as if it wanted to tear her apart, bone by bone, marrow by marrow!

Ji Qingwu was truly suffering in silence. She knew the snake must have misunderstood—it likely thought she had conspired with this newcomer to capture it. Otherwise, why would they arrive at such a suspiciously perfect moment?

The fragile trust she had just built at the cost of her two hands vanished instantly. The snake’s glare now carried the weight of old and new grudges combined, as if it wouldn’t be satisfied until it had bitten through all ten of her palms.

But there was no time to explain. Swallowing her frustration, Ji Qingwu quickly devised a plan.

Footsteps approached rapidly, heading straight for the back mountain.

The little snake, furious, opened its mouth to strike again—only to suddenly feel itself shoved into a tight, narrow space. Its vision went dark as its body pressed against something warm and soft, leaving it nearly immobilized.

…Skin?

The slightest twitch of its tail brushed against pliant flesh, while its trembling form was enveloped in a intoxicatingly warm fragrance. Instinctively, the snake narrowed its eyes, fangs bared, yet it couldn’t find a proper spot to sink its teeth.

Ji Qingwu had swiftly tucked the snake into the collar of her robes, right against her chest. She immediately cast a cleansing spell to erase all traces of bl00d, then pressed a hand to her chest and whispered:

“Don’t move. This’ll be over soon.”

Adjusting her collar and sleeves, she deliberately ignored the bizarre sensation of something cold and slippery against her skin and strode toward the front courtyard.

–

Song Shirui, worried about her senior sister, hurried toward the back mountain.

Phoenix flowers fell to the ground with soft thuds, the mountain spring babbled, and the forest swayed like waves, blossoms cascading like waterfalls.

Amidst a vast expanse of mountain flowers, a graceful figure slowly emerged.

The approaching woman was tall and slender, her ordinary green robes—standard attire for their sect—only accentuating her unparalleled, ethereal beauty. Her noble bearing carried an air of cold detachment, like a mountain breeze or flowing stream—something you could never quite grasp no matter how hard you tried.

Yet when she lifted her gaze to look at you intently, those obsidian-like pupils would focus solely on you, as if you alone occupied her eyes and heart.

Song Shirui watched as the senior sister approached, feeling as though she’d stepped into an immortal’s painting, losing all sense of time.

“Junior Sister Song, is something the matter?”

Only upon hearing that cool voice—so perfectly matched to that face—did Song Shirui snap out of her daze, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Averting her eyes, she spoke in a trembling voice: “S-Senior Sister… I smelled bl00d when I arrived. Is… is everything alright here?”

Ji Qingwu’s voice seemed colder than usual: “Everything’s fine.”

Song Shirui’s heart pounded like a drum as she presented a basket of spirit fruits: “That’s good then… These… these are the newly harvested Yuxiu fruits from our mountain. They’re very fresh—please try some.”

As she spoke, she suddenly noticed—was that movement in Senior Sister’s robes near her chest?

Ji Qingwu raised a sleeve, casually covering her collar as she cleared her throat: “Ahem… Such matters should be handled by the sect servants. There’s no need for you to come personally.”

Convinced she must have imagined it, Song Shirui handed the basket to Ji Qingwu’s jade-like hands—only to spot two deep puncture wounds on those beautiful, slender fingers.

Her heart ached: “Senior Sister! What happened to your hand?”

Ji Qingwu accepted the basket, letting her sleeves conceal her hands: “It’s nothing.”

The firm response left Song Shirui both worried and suspicious, but she could only say: “Then… then please take care of yourself, Senior Sister. Don’t get hurt… We… we all worry about you.”

Her face flushed crimson as she spoke, the blush spreading uncontrollably.

Ji Qingwu’s voice remained icy: “Was there anything else? You should return to your cultivation.”

Just as Song Shirui prepared to leave, she remembered her main purpose: “Actually, Senior Sister, I came mainly to report news about the serpent demon.”

Ji Qingwu blinked, regarding her calmly: “Speak.”

Now discussing official business, Song Shirui’s voice steadied, her blush fading: “Days ago, I asked a fellow cultivator to keep watch. Today her spirit dove arrived with news—last night, witnesses saw a giant white serpent demon battling a black-robed immortal near the Violet Abyss Secret Realm. The serpent vanished instantly, leaving no further traces. Since the secret realm isn’t far from our sect, you might investigate if this proves useful.”

Listening attentively, Ji Qingwu nodded, expression unchanged: “Good intelligence. You’ve worked hard—I’ll reward you later. Return now.”

Song Shirui nodded, but her eyes were drawn again to Ji Qingwu’s chest: “Senior Sister… is that… bl00d seeping through your robes? And… is it moving?”

As if possessed, she suddenly reached out toward Ji Qingwu’s collar.

Ji Qingwu felt the white snake in her undergarments stir restlessly, as if it were about to leap out at any moment—likely to harm Song Shirui, who had just revealed the serpent’s origins!

With a sudden flick of her sleeve, though she had restrained her aura, the sheer force of a Nascent Soul cultivator sent Song Shirui flying backward.

“Ahh!”

Song Shirui’s back slammed into a tree trunk, her vision filled with swirling dust and debris, leaving her unable to see anything clearly.

By the time the dust settled, her senior sister had vanished.

Dazed, Song Shirui stared blankly for a long moment before whispering to the empty air:

“Senior Sister, I’m sorry… I—I’ll leave now.”

She took three steps forward, glancing back each time, but no forgiveness came. With a crestfallen expression, she returned to the mountain peak, summoned her sword, and departed.

Watching her junior sister’s dejected figure disappear, Ji Qingwu sighed and dispelled the barrier with a wave of her hand.

Earlier, when Song Shirui had nearly pulled open her collar, the little white snake had been moments away from striking—an extremely perilous situation!

At that critical juncture, she’d instinctively sent Song Shirui flying while simultaneously casting a concealment barrier to hide both herself and the serpent.

The series of actions had been almost reflexive. Only afterward did the cold sweat of terror drench her body, her breathing growing noticeably heavier.

She was grateful for the original host’s formidable cultivation—basic spells required no hand seals or incantations, merely a thought to activate. This had saved three lives at once!

Her collar now hung open, revealing translucent, sweat-slicked skin beneath, hints of delicate curves peeking through.

Returning to the three-room courtyard, Ji Qingwu immediately erected three consecutive concealment barriers—sealing off everything from the mountain peak to the yard to this very room.

All outside noise was cut off, leaving the chamber eerily silent. Raising a slender hand, she delicately parted her garments—the azure outer robe, then the plain white underrobe, layer by layer.

The small, luminous serpent streaked with bl00d had already slithered up from her chest, coiling around the hollow of her neck. Its fangs gleamed coldly, poised above her carotid artery.

Too exhausted to lift a finger, Ji Qingwu tilted her head toward the snake and asked:

“Planning to kill me?”

The serpent neither responded nor moved—only lashed its tail sharply against her chin with a punishing “snap.”

The stinging pain barely registered before the snake suddenly slipped away, vanishing down her collar to glide along her back.

A bizarre tingling numbness spread from her spine to every pore. Ji Qingwu nearly screamed—there was a snake crawling on her bodyaaaaah!

Seconds later, the serpent dropped from her ankle to the floor, darting away in a flash.

Ji Qingwu:

“……”

There was a snake hiding in her roomaaaaaah!