How to Raise a Crazy Beautiful Snake Demon - Chapter 5

Ji Qingwu was speechless.

Had she invited an ancestor home? How could this creature start issuing orders already!

She closed her eyes, brushing away the strands of hair at her temples. When she opened them again, her gaze was forcibly composed, clinging to a veneer of cool detachment.

“I think you might have misunderstood. What I meant was—”

Before she could finish, the female voice in her mind let out a cold laugh, cutting her off.

“Hmph!”

The little white snake fixed its gaze on Ji Qingwu, its forked tongue flickering dark crimson as its tail slapped heavily against the wooden bowl, producing a clattering sound.

The voice in Ji Qingwu’s head was unhurried, as if stating the obvious:

“Misunderstood? What exactly did I misunderstand? Isn’t your meaning clear? From now on, you’ll serve as my little servant—tending to me, protecting me, until the day I leave this place.”

Little servant? What kind of archaic nonsense was this?

Ji Qingwu opened her mouth to refute, but the little white snake suddenly raised its head, its tongue flicking arrogantly as it drew close, its tiny head nearly touching the tip of Ji Qingwu’s nose.

The snake’s voice abruptly turned hoarse and low, delivering a final verdict:

“You fear me. Because you fear me, you don’t dare kill me, yet you also don’t dare simply let me go. Because you fear me, you submit to such humiliating acts without resistance. Because you fear me—and fear even more that I’ll return for vengeance—you set the rule forbidding my return.”

The barrage of words made Ji Qingwu’s head throb.

The snake’s bl00d-red pupils were so close they blurred into nothing but two glaring crimson spots, stark against the blinding white, flickering like twin red plum blossoms in snow—a chillingly cold-blooded presence.

Ji Qingwu fell silent, frowning. The snake had clearly recovered—its poison neutralized, its sharp wit fully restored. How could such a tiny brain be so cunning?

When Ji Qingwu didn’t respond, the snake pressed closer, its tongue flicking out to lick her nose with unsettling intimacy. It tilted its head slightly, studying her with curiosity.

“Why do you fear me? You’re not exactly weak yourself. Do you know me?”

Suppressing the odd sensation on her nose, Ji Qingwu squinted at the snake’s tiny head.

“You’re mistaken. Offering you shelter doesn’t mean I’ll be your… servant. I injured you, so I take responsibility—that’s my principle. And no, I don’t know you, nor do I fear you.”

The snake scrutinized her for a long moment before replying indifferently:

“Lying doesn’t suit my good little servant.”

Ji Qingwu:

“…I’m not lying!”

The snake’s body suddenly went slack as it coiled back into the wooden bowl. Its eyes shifted toward her, its voice lazy.

“I’m tired. We’ll argue another day. Little servant, attend to my sleep.”

Ji Qingwu:

“…I told you, I’m not your serv—”

But the snake gave no further response, simply tangling itself into a messy white coil. Its belly rose and fell steadily, as if it had truly fallen asleep just like that.

Ji Qingwu was left with a bellyful of retorts and nowhere to vent them. She was so furious she could scream, but what could she do? Shake the snake awake and continue the debate?

Besides, the snake wasn’t wrong. She was afraid—afraid of the future where the snake slaughtered her entire family and tormented her for centuries, afraid of her sect discovering she was harboring a snake demon.

No matter what she did, it was a problem. For now, she could only stall and deal with each challenge as it came.

With these thoughts in mind, Ji Qingwu glanced at the little white snake, observing the crisscrossing dark red scars on its body, and sighed inwardly.

It would be best to properly nurse the snake back to health. Once it recovered and left, everything would naturally be fine.

She took out a spiritual handkerchief and gently draped it over the little white snake. The handkerchief was imbued with her spiritual energy, capable of nourishing and revitalizing.

Sure enough, after being covered by the handkerchief, the little white snake gradually stretched out, its head tilting to one side as it slept, its pupils unfocused.

It looked completely different from the scheming snake that had tried to outwit her earlier.

Watching its chaotic sleeping posture, Ji Qingwu couldn’t help but smile. She was beginning to understand why modern people enjoyed keeping pet snakes.

Turns out, snakes could be quite adorable when asleep.

The little white snake, severely injured and exhausted, slept until the moon was high in the midnight sky.

Ji Qingwu cultivated under the moonlight, feeling rather bored. Just as she was contemplating whether to get herself a bed in the east wing, she suddenly sensed movement in the room.

Had the little white snake awakened?

She didn’t deliberately focus on it, but the scene inside the room naturally appeared in her spiritual awareness.

The little white snake crawled out of the wooden bowl, stretching its body forcefully across the table like a slender sliver of silver moonlight.

It seemed to be stretching lazily, appearing quite lively.

After stretching, it suddenly twisted its body, baring its fangs and flicking its tongue at the air, then turned its head to look at its own wounds.

Apparently, it had accidentally pulled on its injuries while stretching.

Before Ji Qingwu could decide whether to intervene, she found herself already standing inside the room, face to face with the little white snake.

Well, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, her thoughts could manifest into actions instantly—she didn’t even have time to stop her own helpfulness!

“What’s wrong with you?”

Since she was already here, Ji Qingwu decided to make conversation. To show she was merely asking casually, she deliberately kept her tone icy.

The little white snake bared its fangs at her, its mouth wide open, teeth and eyes gleaming coldly.

That voice, once again disregarding boundaries, echoed directly in Ji Qingwu’s mind:

“Slave, you came just in time. Massage me.”

Ji Qingwu maintained a stern expression, keeping her hands to herself, upholding the dignity of a senior disciple:

“I am not your servant, nor will I massage you. Also, could you stop speaking in my consciousness? It’s very impolite.”

Ever since the day she detoxified it, this snake had been freely invading her consciousness. She had tried several methods but couldn’t block it out.

The snake’s cultivation was clearly above hers—just how much higher, she had no idea.

The little white snake twisted its neck to look at her and let out a series of mocking laughs:

“Slave, if you massage me, I’ll leave your consciousness. How about that?”

Ji Qingwu thought for a moment, then gave a slight nod:

“Fine.”

She extended a hand but hesitated, unsure where to begin:

“Where… should I massage?”

The little white snake turned its head toward the meditation cushion and opened its mouth, producing a human voice from its small throat.

That slightly hoarse, mature, and lazy voice clearly filled the entire room:

“Slave, you should renovate this room another day. I dislike such a crude place. Go, sit on that.”

Ji Qingwu swallowed her irritation. Though she also thought the room needed improvements, hearing it from the snake made it all the more grating!

Suppressing her annoyance, she sat cross-legged on the cushion and glanced up at the little white snake:

“And then what?”

The little white snake stretched its body and slithered forward, its scales glistening under the moonlight like a silver chain. Then, with a sudden lunge, it sprang from the table and dropped down without hesitation.

With a soft “plop,” it landed precisely between Ji Qingwu’s… legs.

Its tiny head even faced directly toward an unmentionable area.

Ji Qingwu nearly jumped out of her skin. Who could stand having a limp snake suddenly drop onto their lap?!

But with tremendous willpower, she managed to stay still, though her arms and legs trembled uncontrollably, nearly shaking the little snake right off.

The snake’s eyes flashed coldly as it bared its fangs and lunged straight for her thigh.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

The Yuqing Sect disciple uniform was thin and supple, no match for the snake’s bite. At the critical moment, Ji Qingwu shrieked and threw up her hands to protect herself.

The next instant, a sharp pain shot through her finger as a bead of bl00d welled up.

This snake! It had bitten her again!

Ji Qingwu lifted her hand to inspect the wound, genuinely furious now:

“What’s wrong with you?! Why bite me again?!”

The little snake closed its mouth, its ruby-like eyes meeting Ji Qingwu’s gaze. For a fleeting moment, they seemed to hold a hint of remorse. Then it parted its lips slightly and accused in a melodious feminine voice:

“It’s your fault for nearly shaking me to the ground! What kind of servant behaves this way?!”

Fuming, Ji Qingwu grabbed the snake around its middle, letting its long body dangle from her palm as it protested with an indignant hiss:

“Servant! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Ji Qingwu had already stood up, one hand clutching the snake while the other grabbed a spirit cloth from the wooden basin. With a thud, she tossed the snake into the basin and immediately covered it with the cloth.

Dazed from the rough treatment, the snake took a while to wriggle its head out from under the cloth, fuming:

“Rebellious servant! This is treason against your master!”

Standing beside the basin, Ji Qingwu sneered and thrust her bleeding finger forward:

“You’re the one committing treason! This back mountain is my territory, yet you dare bite me and still expect massages? Dream on! No more massages! From now on, you’ll stay put here obediently, or else I—”

She faltered. Or else what? Her cultivation wasn’t strong enough to match this creature. Should she really make an enemy of this dark-female-lead type, inviting future revenge once the snake recovered? Or should she just throw it out now and wash her hands of it?

Furious but powerless, she could only huff and puff while patting her chest to calm herself.

In the snake’s ruby-like eyes reflected the image of an angry righteous cultivator—the sort it had always despised most. Yet now, this person’s face pale as the moon, eyes clear as autumn waters, lips red as cinnabar, with that single drop of vivid crimson bl00d on her fingertip…

The little snake found itself transfixed.

Its pupils fixed on that drop of bl00d, which exuded an intoxicating, extraordinary fragrance that set its entire body aflame with irresistible desire, vividly recalling that night of detoxification when it had rubbed itself against those very fingers…

The wondrous scent washed over it in waves, compelling the snake to flick out its tongue and lovingly lick the bl00d droplet.

It nearly sighed aloud as its scales ruffled one after another, then gently took the finger into its mouth, coiling its tongue around it, unwilling to let go.

Ji Qingwu stood frozen in shock at this sudden turn of events.

No, she had been so angry just now, but the snake’s reaction was… sticking out its tongue to lick her fingertips, then putting half her finger in its mouth?

It even coiled its tongue around her finger… sending tingling, ticklish sensations through her. Ji Qingwu shivered slightly and tried to pull her finger back, but the snake kept sucking and coiling around it, refusing to let go.

Ji Qingwu’s face gradually flushed red—something felt very off.

What was wrong with this snake?

It looked… almost as if it was doing something perverted?