How to Raise a Crazy Beautiful Snake Demon - Chapter 6

“Could this be an aftereffect of the lust poison…?”

 

 

Moonlight quietly slipped through the window lattice, its silver glow coolly illuminating half of the white snake’s body.

 

 

The white snake coiled itself with great effort around one of Ji Qingwu’s fingers, like a vine finding its destined tree trunk.

 

 

Unfortunately, the wound on the fingertip was tiny, with only two drops of bl00d, which the snake devoured in an instant, leaving not even a trace of the metallic scent behind.

 

 

Yet the snake still clung to that finger, its forked tongue wrapped around the tip, unwilling to let go, its eyes bright and dazed.

 

 

“You… what’s wrong?”

 

 

Suppressing her chaotic thoughts, Ji Qingwu finally asked.

 

 

She had assumed the snake wouldn’t answer and was about to withdraw her finger when the snake rasped out in a voice thick with hazy desire, husky and seductive:

 

 

“So hot… what’s in your bl00d?”

 

 

Ji Qingwu paused, thinking carefully before replying cautiously:

 

 

“Nothing, I think. It’s just bl00d.”

 

 

The snake fell silent. Ji Qingwu forcefully pulled her hand back and looked down—the small wound had been sucked pale, the surrounding skin damp and wrinkled.

 

 

She frowned. She’d have to wash this finger thoroughly later, or it’d be covered in snake saliva… Wait, the pool in the back mountain was also full of the snake’s… Never mind, she’d fetch water from the neighboring mountain range when she had time…

 

 

“Mmm…”

 

 

The snake let out a raspy sigh.

 

 

Ji Qingwu turned to look—the snake lay sprawled on the table, belly up, its eyes unfocused, unsure if it was asleep or simply exhausted.

 

 

The situation was awkward. Ji Qingwu felt a sense of déjà vu—last time, after emerging from the spring, the snake had been in a similar state. Could it be…?

 

 

A thought struck her. From the original host’s memories, she recalled passages from ancient texts mentioning that demonic poisons often left lingering aftereffects, causing unbearable suffering.

 

 

In disbelief, she murmured:

 

 

“Could this be an aftereffect of the lust poison…?”

 

 

The snake lifted its head, mustering a shred of clarity to look at her:

 

 

“What?”

 

 

Ji Qingwu raised her finger:

 

 

“Well, when I detoxified you earlier… could it have left some side effects? Making you… develop a strange interest in my finger?”

 

 

A red glint flashed in the snake’s eyes as it suddenly raised its head, flicking its tongue toward Ji Qingwu’s finger and licking it again—hard, almost scraping the skin raw.

 

 

The snake’s tongue had tiny abrasive particles, scraping painfully against her finger.

 

 

After licking, the snake retracted its tongue and said slowly:

 

 

“Not the finger. The bl00d.”

 

 

Ji Qingwu widened her eyes.

 

 

The snake nodded, speaking bluntly and honestly:

 

 

“Yes. It’s your bl00d. It has that kind of effect on me.”

 

 

Ji Qingwu felt she must have misunderstood:

 

 

“What kind?”

 

 

The snake glared at her vertically, annoyed by her obliviousness, yet shamelessly declared:

 

 

“s3x! Lust! Understand now, stupid servant?!”

 

 

Ji Qingwu:

 

 

“…”

 

 

She wished she could cover her ears, but her entire body had stiffened, frozen in place.

 

 

So earlier, the snake had been… pleasuring itself again? Suppressing an inexplicable heat rising in her chest, she forced her voice to remain calm:

 

 

“What do we do about this? Is there a spell to resolve it?”

 

 

The snake glared again, its tail thumping angrily against the table:

 

 

 

“If I had any spells to use, I would have used them already—do I need you to tell me? I admit I can’t solve this. Are you satisfied now, you stupid servant?”

 

 

Ji Qingwu:

 

 

“…I didn’t mean to imply your magic was lacking.”

 

 

The white snake grew even angrier, its tail whipping around furiously, stirring up a small whirlwind.

 

 

Ji Qingwu found this snake truly peculiar—it was quite open about matters of desire, yet took its own shortcomings so seriously it seemed on the verge of shattering from rage.

 

 

She had no choice but to console it:

 

 

“I’ll look through the texts later to see if there’s a solution. There must be a way—don’t worry.”

 

 

The snake twisted its body away, pride shattered and unwilling to engage, yet still muttered in response:

 

 

“Then hurry up.”

 

 

The room fell silent. Ji Qingwu felt the air in this chamber was far too stifling; her awkwardness made it hard to breathe, so she turned to leave.

 

 

Just as she lifted her foot, the snake suddenly turned back:

 

 

“Where are you going?”

 

 

Ji Qingwu:

 

 

“Out to train.”

 

 

The snake stared at her for a long moment before abruptly saying:

 

 

“I’m hungry.”

 

 

Ji Qingwu’s thoughts inevitably strayed into inappropriate territory, and she flushed.

 

 

Straightening her demeanor, she replied coolly:

 

 

“There’s fruit on the plate.”

 

 

The snake’s tail thumped impatiently against the table:

 

 

“Who wants fruit? I want meat!”

 

 

Ji Qingwu:

 

 

“…Where am I supposed to get meat for you in the middle of the night?”

 

 

The snake’s eyes gleamed dangerously:

 

 

“Meat! If there’s no meat, then give me your bl00d!”

 

 

Ji Qingwu:

 

 

“…Wait, how can you be so unreasonable!”

 

 

The snake sneered:

 

 

“Humans are supposed to be reasonable… but I’m not human. I’m a snake.”

 

 

Ji Qingwu was speechless. This snake was truly throwing a tantrum, making it difficult for someone as cultured as her to handle.

 

 

Letting it drink her bl00d was absolutely out of the question, so she had no choice but to agree to fetch some meat.

 

 

Fortunately, the Jade Pure Sect had a dining hall for outer disciples. Although the original owner of this body had long since transcended the need for food, she had inspected the meal quality a few times and still remembered the way.

 

 

Through the cold, desolate night, Ji Qingwu rode her flying sword away from the mountain peak toward the outer disciples’ quarters at the foot of the range.

 

 

The mention of meat reminded her of her past life as an office worker, when she’d loved treating herself to grilled meat on weekends—thick slices sizzling on the iron grill until the fat dripped, those rare bright moments in her otherwise bleak existence.

 

 

Since transmigrating, she hadn’t eaten anything beyond fruit. Now that the snake mentioned it, she found herself craving meat too.

 

 

As she flew through the dark mountains, Ji Qingwu suddenly recalled the way the white snake had licked her finger, and her face grew warm.

 

 

Given this lingering effect… she’d have to avoid bleeding in the future, lest that ancestral snake keep pestering her every time.

 

 

Arriving at the dining hall, Ji Qingwu flicked her fingers, and the lock fell away as the doors swung open. She was scanning for the meat stores when she suddenly detected other presences.

 

 

Two auras—two women—huddled together in a corner, trembling. To avoid detection, they’d even held their breath.

 

 

But to the spiritual sense of a Nascent Soul cultivator, they stood out as clearly as two lightbulbs.

 

 

Ji Qingwu’s eyebrow arched slightly. This situation… could it be a secret rendezvous?

 

 

The Jade Pure Sect strictly forbade disciples from meeting with outsiders. Discovery meant immediate expulsion.

 

 

 

Ji Qingwu knew that although every outer sect disciple might be of average talent, they had been painstakingly selected—one in a thousand among ordinary people. The opportunity to cultivate was extremely rare for them. Once expelled from the sect, not only would their path of cultivation be cut off, but they might even struggle to return to their original families, effectively ruining their entire lives.

 

 

The original owner of this body had been a rigidly rule-abiding person. Had she been the one to stumble upon such a secret rendezvous, she would have sternly called out the two individuals, questioned their origins, and punished them according to sect rules.

 

 

But the current Ji Qingwu was a modern workplace veteran who understood the wisdom of turning a blind eye when necessary.

 

 

Without shifting her gaze, she naturally walked toward the meat-drying room, where she saw fresh pork, chicken, beef, and mutton hanging.

 

 

She summoned her storage spirit stone and used spiritual energy to load half a pig, a whole chicken, some beef brisket, and mutton into it.

 

 

That should be enough to satisfy the little ancestor. The storage spirit stone kept time frozen inside—far more effective than any refrigerator.

 

 

After leaving the drying room, Ji Qingwu gathered various seasonings and casually took a few jars of liquor, storing everything in the spirit stone.

 

 

Her spiritual sense still detected the two trembling girls clinging to each other—both appearing no older than twenty.

 

 

Ignoring them, Ji Qingwu locked the door behind her, mounted her flying sword, and left in one smooth motion.

 

 

She wondered what would become of those two girls… Just as she began to reflect, a sudden realization struck her.

 

 

Had those two girls… not been properly dressed? Lying on a pile of hay, one pressing against the other—wait, holy sh1t!

 

 

Ji Qingwu gasped so sharply she nearly fell off her sword. Her face burned crimson the entire way back.

 

 

So much for the ascetic purity of the cultivation world! Everywhere she turned, there was… exactly what the white snake had called “matters of lust and desire”!

 

 

In a daze, she landed and entered her quarters, collapsing onto a meditation cushion in stunned silence.

 

 

The white snake poked its triangular head out from its bowl, demanding fiercely:

 

 

“Where’s my meat?”

 

 

Ji Qingwu looked up blankly, murmuring as if in a dream:

 

 

“Food and s3x are human nature… food and s3x are human nature…”

 

 

The snake cocked its head:

 

 

“Little slave, have you gone daft from your errand?”

 

 

Receiving no answer, the white snake burst into peals of laughter, its tail thumping the table:

 

 

“Oh my foolish slave! What could have shaken you so?”

 

 

It flowed like liquid mercury onto Ji Qingwu’s lap, raising itself to study her dazed expression before chuckling again:

 

 

“Though you are rather cuter this way.”

 

 

Without warning, it projected its consciousness forcefully into Ji Qingwu’s mind, shouting directly into her mental space:

 

 

“Hey! Stupid slave! Snap out of it!”

 

 

Finally jolted back to awareness, Ji Qingwu looked down into the snake’s crimson eyes and immediately felt exposed. She turned away abruptly, standing up:

 

 

“Right. I’m fine. I brought meat. Cooking. Must cook.”

 

 

Her sudden movement sent the snake tumbling to the floor. Before she could exit, a thunderous roar exploded in her mind:

 

 

“Idiot slave! Daring to wrong me twice! Pick me up this instant!”

 

 

Ji Qingwu’s head rang with the noise:

 

 

“…”

 

 

She turned back, lifting the snake to drape its long white body over her arm before proceeding outward.

 

 

The snake grumbled incessantly in her mind:

 

 

 

“What a foolish slave, so distracted by who knows what, daring to neglect your master like this… If you don’t serve me well later, don’t blame me for turning ruthless!”

 

 

Ji Qingwu:

 

 

“…That’s enough. Why so much talk? Do you still want your meat or not?”

 

 

The white snake declared shamelessly:

 

 

“Of course. Make it tasty—I want it spicy.”

 

 

Ji Qingwu stepped out into the courtyard square, found a flat stone, and gently placed the white snake upon it. Then she began taking items out from her spirit storage stone, arranging them nearby.

 

 

She closed her eyes, envisioning the shape of an iron grill in her mind. Channeling her spiritual energy alongside illusion-shaping arts, she gathered materials from the surroundings and conjured the structure right there in the yard.

 

 

This spell required intense focus to continuously refine the details. Ji Qingwu wasn’t very practiced at it, and it took about the time for an incense stick to burn before she was nearly done. Slowly opening her eyes to inspect her work, she found the grill satisfactory and finally let out a relieved sigh.

 

 

Preparing a barbecue in the dead of night carried an inexplicable thrill. Ji Qingwu even felt slightly lightheaded, as if she’d been drinking…

 

 

Wait—was that actually the heavy scent of alcohol in the air?

 

 

Ji Qingwu turned her head, eyes widening in shock.

 

 

There, an overturned jar of liquor lay on the ground, its lid flung open, the clear liquid spilled across the stones, shimmering as it pooled into a small puddle.

 

 

And coiled grotesquely in the center of that pool was the silver-white snake!

 

 

The serpent had twisted its entire body into the liquor, heedless of its still-healing wounds, gulping down the alcohol in large mouthfuls. Noticing Ji Qingwu’s gaze, it grew even more excited, splashing droplets with a flick of its tail. Its crimson eyes gleamed bright yet dazed as it locked onto Ji Qingwu, slowly flicking its forked tongue.

 

 

A low, husky, intoxicatingly sweet female voice echoed in Ji Qingwu’s mind:

 

 

“Come here, slave… Bathe with me… in this wine…”