How to Raise a Crazy Beautiful Snake Demon - Chapter 3

The little white snake had completely vanished without a trace. Ji Qingwu stood within the eerily silent barrier, her body tense, not daring to make any unnecessary movements. She swayed unsteadily, barely keeping her balance.

The sensation of the snake crawling all over her just now was truly… She never wanted to experience it again!

A cultivator’s body was inherently sensitive, and as a Nascent Soul cultivator, her heightened tension and fear amplified every touch tenfold, overwhelming all her senses.

Every contraction of its scales, every scrape of its wounds, the cold, slippery, and strangely viscous liquid, the scorching sweat pouring from her pores—layer by layer, segment by segment—it was as if electric currents were coursing through her body, her back, and her calves, sizzling and burning her mind.

How to put it… As a modern person, Ji Qingwu had only ever seen snakes in zoos before. She thought she wasn’t that afraid of them—when she first encountered the little white snake, she could still feign composure.

But now, after having been intimately crawled over by a snake… She realized she was terrified of snakes!

Ji Qingwu took a few shallow breaths as she scanned the room. The small chamber was sparsely furnished, containing only a cabinet and a few meditation cushions. There was no sign of where the little white snake had gone.

The barrier she had set up remained undisturbed—the snake was probably still in the room.

The thought that there was a snake lurking somewhere in her room, ready to slither onto her at any moment and sink its fangs into her carotid artery…

Could she move out right now? This house was officially uninhabitable!

Her lips were dry, and she felt a chill around her, her thoughts scattered. After a moment’s hesitation, she decided to try communicating with the little white snake about what had just happened.

Standing in the center of the room, Ji Qingwu steadied herself and spoke aloud to the empty air:

“Esteemed… fellow immortal, there may have been a misunderstanding. My junior sister was merely carrying out our master’s orders to report any suspicious demonic activity in the area. Our master is in seclusion, so she came to inform me instead. She had no idea of your existence, and I have no intention of handing you over.”

Whether it was spinning tales or twisting the truth, she had to clear her name first and reassure the snake.

She continued:

“You accidentally fell into my trap. Though injured, your mind remains unaffected. If you wish to leave, I will find a way to safely escort you out of Yuqing Sect. If you choose to stay and recover… I will do my best to conceal your presence.”

Talking to thin air felt incredibly awkward. Ji Qingwu paused, then turned to face another direction and added:

“I have no interest in your origins or your destination—you are free to choose. As a gesture of goodwill, I will remove the barriers within the mountain. You may come and go as you please, so long as you avoid detection by my sect.”

With a wave of her hand, she dispelled all the barriers, leaving only the large one surrounding the entire mountain.

The sounds of insects and birds instantly flooded in. Ji Qingwu quickly strode out of the room and into the courtyard.

The night had fallen, and the moonlight shone bright and clear, cold as water. Bathed in its glow, Ji Qingwu extended her spiritual sense to monitor the room behind her—she would detect the slightest movement from the little white snake.

But… she waited for a long time, even settling into meditation under the moonlight, yet there was no sign of activity. She had no idea whether the snake had fled or not.

Meditation and regulating her breath proved deeply relaxing for Ji Qingwu after the recent tension. She immersed herself in the practice, and when she regained awareness, it was already deep into the night.

Her eyes snapped open abruptly as she turned her gaze toward the three tiled houses.

At this moment, an eerie crimson glow filled the interior of those houses, with thin red beams of light seeping through the windows—an extremely bizarre sight.

Countless classic horror movie scenes featuring red lighting flashed through Ji Qingwu’s mind, making her want to scream again in fright. But she restrained herself—she was an immortal now, and being afraid of ghosts seemed rather inappropriate.

Steadying her thoughts, she reasoned that aside from the little white snake, there were no other living creatures in those houses. This glow must be emanating from the snake!

What…what exactly is this?

This wasn’t residual spiritual energy from the pit, but rather a completely unfamiliar, domineering and sinister aura.

It looked like some low-grade dark magic from the martial world.

Ji Qingwu recalled Song Shirui’s words—could this white snake have some connection with demonic cultivators?

Searching through the original host’s memories for a long time yielded nothing. The original host had been solely focused on cultivation, never being particularly worldly, and had certainly never encountered such dark arts before.

With no other choice, she stood up, her expression grave as she stepped into the room. Her eyes immediately fell upon the little white snake writhing in agony on the stone floor.

The small snake was in terrible pain, rolling across the stone slabs, twisting and contorting. Its tiny body had cracked the stone floor everywhere it struck, with the red light emanating from wounds along its body—as if its veins carried not bl00d, but molten lava.

The snake left behind a dark trail of bl00d as it dragged itself along, its mouth gaping wide with its forked tongue extended mid-air, continuously hissing. The sound seemed less like pain and more like desperate thirst.

Frowning, Ji Qingwu reached out to touch the snake, only to yelp in surprise from the heat:

“Ah!”

How could it be this hot? She was already at the late Nascent Soul stage—ordinary flames felt no hotter than lukewarm water to her. If she could feel this burning sensation now…just how high must the temperature inside this little snake be?

The white snake had practically turned crimson, its consciousness clearly fading. Its tongue lolled to one side of its mouth, yet its glowing red eyes remained fixed intently on Ji Qingwu as it twisted its way toward her.

Disregarding the heat, Ji Qingwu didn’t hesitate before scooping up the snake for closer inspection while asking:

“What’s wrong with you? What kind of magic do you need? How can I help?”

The snake’s eyes burned an unnatural shade of red when suddenly its trembling head extended its tongue, wrapping the forked appendage around one of Ji Qingwu’s fingers before coiling its entire body around her hand.

Its triangular, feverishly hot head pressed against her skin as its tongue flicked at the base of her finger. The slender body rubbed, squeezed, and coiled around her hand while its belly turned upward, its tail twitching rhythmically with powerful movements…

Ji Qingwu froze.

Coming from the modern world and being an avid novel reader, she knew many things she probably shouldn’t. An extremely bold conjecture immediately surfaced in her mind.

But…could snake bodies even…do…that?

Her thoughts became jumbled as she urgently asked again:

“What exactly is happening? What do you need?”

A low, hoarse, maddeningly seductive woman’s voice spoke directly into her mind:

“Help me…it’s lust poison…”

Ji Qingwu stood rigidly in place, unable to stop herself from gasping heavily.

It’s happening! The obligatory transmigration novel trope is happening already! She wasn’t the least bit prepared for this!

The Love Poison, said to originate from the demon realm, was designed to corrupt one’s moral compass and tarnish their reputation. It was widely circulated in the pleasure quarters.

Those afflicted would inevitably seek physical union with another to vent their desires. If they tried to relieve it themselves, they risked falling into madness!

Ji Qingwu stood frozen for a long moment before looking down. The little white snake trembled, its body coiling tightly around her fingers, writhing and scraping against her skin. A crimson glow emanated from its scales—though merely a small serpent, it seemed… almost seductive in its movements.

This was… insane!

The snake lifted its bl00d-red eyes, locking onto Ji Qingwu’s gaze as the lower half of its body quivered rhythmically.

It looked almost like a woman swaying her hips…

A scorching heat surged from Ji Qingwu’s hand straight to her chest. She averted her gaze, not daring to look any longer, her throat tight as she forced out the words:

“How… how can I help you?”

The little snake arched its neck, its crimson eyes glistening with moisture. That hoarse voice, laced with ragged breaths, echoed once more in Ji Qingwu’s mind:

“To… the water…”

Water—right! Its body was burning up; it needed to cool down.

Ji Qingwu instantly teleported to the spiritual spring at the back of the mountain, kneeling at its edge. She submerged both her hand and the snake into the clear waters.

A sharp hiss erupted as steam billowed from the surface.

Tonight, the moon was bright, the stars sparse. Moonlight spilled over the spring, illuminating it as if it were day. Beneath the curling mist and the rippling cool waters, a body hotter and slicker than the water itself suddenly pressed against Ji Qingwu’s hand, clinging tightly.

The water rippled violently as the snake coiled around her with startling force—so tight that an ordinary person’s bones would have shattered.

The spring quickly warmed, and Ji Qingwu’s hand was rendered immobile. Yet every sensation grew sharper, more intense than before.

Scorching heat, scalding friction, yet softened by the water’s silkiness. Layer upon layer of fine scales wrapped around every inch of her fingers, squeezing the half-healed wound on her palm until it ached. The tip of its slender tail teased the base of her palm, sending tingling waves of numbness and itchiness through her.

Her hand, submerged in the warm water, was entirely ensnared by the serpent’s body. Every inch of her skin was enveloped in searing heat and liquid silk. The relentless friction sent unbearable tingles crawling from her fingers to her palm, then her wrist, spreading up her arm before racing through her entire body.

She trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by this unexpected indulgence, unsure how to endure it.

Ji Qingwu had initially turned her head away, refusing to look, but after holding out for so long, she finally stole a glance at the water’s surface.

Her face was flushed a vivid red, mirroring the serpent’s crimson glow beneath the water. Her hair and robes were disheveled, drifting in the ripples. Her eyes were damp, her lashes lowered—she looked even more undone than the poisoned snake.

Biting her lower lip in shame, she tried to steady herself.

The white mist continued to rise, yet the snake’s feverish heat showed no signs of abating. Still, Ji Qingwu’s hand soon grew accustomed to the temperature, the pressure—even the way the serpent moved against her.

Through the haze and shimmering reflections, she saw the radiant serpent coiled around her hand, pressing the most sensitive part of its tail against the tip of her middle finger—rubbing up and down, twisting and curling, thrusting back and forth…

Though merely an animal, its motions were unmistakably, undeniably erotic.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the white snake’s scales suddenly flared open, shimmering brilliantly in the water like a long sigh of excitement.

It bared its fangs, pressing its cold teeth against Ji Qingwu’s skin—as if to bite, yet not quite sinking in, merely grazing the surface with a slow, deliberate rub…

Ji Qingwu burned all over, her face so hot it ached, not daring to look any longer.

But though she could avert her gaze, she couldn’t escape the sensations in her hands—her wrists and fingers bound tightly, the fine scales scraping against her, and something else, indescribable…

Nor could she shut out the voice in her mind—that husky, alluring sigh, thick with desire:

“…Hah… you… might just… be useful…”