How to Raise a Crazy Beautiful Snake Demon - Chapter 7

The bright moon hung high in the sky as the aroma of alcohol transformed into faint white mist, continuously swirling and coiling, obscuring the slender body of the white serpent until only a gleaming white tail could be seen, swaying back and forth in the air.

Ji Qingwu couldn’t help but widen her eyes, watching for a long moment before suddenly curling her lips into a smile.

“Drink as much as you like, however you like.”

If the white serpent loved wine, then let her drink. At least this way, she wouldn’t keep calling herself “this servant” and causing trouble.

A drunken snake was surely easier to handle than a sober, cold-blooded one, wasn’t it?

Ji Qingwu turned back to focus on her barbecue. Unfortunately, she didn’t have proper kitchen tools here, so she had to resort to using the discarded swords and blades from the original owner.

These weapons had once been spiritual artifacts, and now they were being repurposed as kitchen tools—a waste of their potential. Still, they were sharp and easy to handle, slicing the meat into paper-thin, translucent slices that looked mouthwatering.

As Ji Qingwu busied herself with cutting the meat, the white serpent soaking in the wine seemed to mutter something, but she didn’t pay much attention.

She found herself enjoying the process—after slicing beef and pork belly, she even attempted deboning chicken and fashioned rough skewers out of thin branches, alternating pieces of chicken with sweet-and-sour spirit fruits. The vibrant colors made them look delightful.

After preparing plenty of meat slices and skewers, Ji Qingwu raised her hand and cast the Fire Ignition Spell. A small flame flickered at her fingertip before she directed it toward the firewood beneath the stove with a nearly imperceptible whisper:

“Go.”

The flame instantly landed on the firewood, bursting into a roaring blaze.

Using long chopsticks made from branches, Ji Qingwu placed chunks of fatty meat onto the stone slab, letting the fat render first.

The fire burned fiercely, golden flames dancing as the oil sizzled. Suddenly, Ji Qingwu froze, her chopsticks still.

The flames blurred the ancient scenery of the cliff behind them, and the familiar aroma and warmth brought back memories—the loud chatter of customers at the neighboring table in a barbecue restaurant, the chaotic promotional ads in shopping malls, the lively and bustling modern world. Elements she had once disliked or even despised now surged beneath the flames, pulling her back against her will… back to the era that had once belonged to her.

“Mmm… Little Servant, why are you crying?”

A hoarse voice, both familiar and unfamiliar, snapped Ji Qingwu back to reality. A cool breeze carrying the scent of wine brushed past her.

She turned her head and saw the white serpent slithering unsteadily along the front of her robe, its tail coiled around a slender-necked wine bottle.

Those bl00d-red, jewel-like eyes stared at her, their gaze neither fully drunk nor entirely sober, reflecting Ji Qingwu’s face with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny.

Only then did Ji Qingwu realize the tears on her cheeks—she had been crying.

She replied calmly,

“It’s nothing. The smoke irritated my eyes.”

As she wiped away the tears and slowly steadied her breathing, a small, triangular head suddenly tilted into her line of sight.

The white serpent cocked its head, round red eyes staring intently at her face as if studying some fascinating novelty. With great interest, it spoke in human words:

“I thought you were just another hypocritical, heartless member of the righteous path. Who would’ve guessed you’re such a crybaby… and even pretty when you cry.”

In Bai She’s eyes, Ji Qingwu had always appeared cold and aloof, her skin pale as snow. But now, a faint pink flush colored her cheeks, and teardrops glistened like dewdrops on peach blossoms blooming amidst winter’s embrace—novel and radiant.

If those cheeks grew even rosier, the sight would be truly worth beholding.

Bai She raised her tail high, presenting the wine bottle to Ji Qingwu and forcibly pressing it into her hands.

With a playful flick of her tail against Ji Qingwu’s arm, her voice was teasingly seductive yet carried a hint of concern:

“Come, drink with me. After drinking, whatever troubles you have can be forgotten for a while, giving you some peace.”

Ji Qingwu glanced at Bai She, feeling a slight stir in her heart.

No wonder Bai She was the female lead—she must have experienced many hardships before, well-versed in drowning sorrows with wine.

It created an illusion of kindred spirits adrift in the world.

As the breeze carried the aroma of wine to her nose, warmth already spreading through her body, Ji Qingwu felt tempted to taste it.

She lifted the bottle to her lips but paused, turning her gaze to Bai She:

“You were just bathing in there… This isn’t…”

Bai She froze, then burst into laughter, her tail slapping the ground wildly as she shook her head:

“Hahaha! You… oh my, rest assured! This is fresh wine I specially drew from the jar. I didn’t bathe in it! How could I? Though I’m a beast, I’m cleaner than you humans, understand?”

Ji Qingwu, embarrassed by her mistaken assumption, took a sip from the bottle.

The wine was crisp and mellow, warming her entire being upon drinking, her emotions swaying along with it.

A slight spiciness brought tears to her eyes, reddening and heating the skin around them until her vision blurred.

Drowning sorrows in wine only deepened them. Ji Qingwu thought of herself alone in this unfamiliar era, wearing the guise of a so-called senior sister, with no family or close friends in sight, not even knowing what she should pursue… Her sadness grew.

Tilting her head back, she downed the entire bottle in one go.

Bai She cheered beside her:

“Bravo! That’s the spirit!”

Amid the sizzling sounds of roasting meat, Ji Qingwu looked at Bai She—this self-proclaimed beast was now her only companion.

Pursing her lips, she wanted to say something, but what came out was:

“More.”

Bai She coiled her tail around the long-necked bottle, swiftly disappearing like a white river to fetch more wine.

Ji Qingwu returned to tending the meat but fumbled, barely managing to salvage a few properly roasted pieces. The rich aroma had a calming effect, and she ate one slice, finding it quite good.

Bai She soon returned with two long-necked bottles, struggling slightly. Ji Qingwu reached out to help but, intoxicated, missed her mark and grabbed Bai She around the waist instead.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

Bai She yelped, keeping the bottles held high with her tail as she strained to climb onto Ji Qingwu’s shoulder from midair, laboriously passing the bottles into her hands.

Both drunk, their clumsy exchange nearly sent them tumbling until Ji Qingwu, in desperation, used a minor spell to safely place the bottles on the ground.

“Try the meat. Didn’t you want some?”

Ji Qingwu said, offering the small jade bowl on her shoulder.

The white snake took a big bite of meat, quickly devouring it with a strange whimper:

“Mmm, delicious!”

Another large bite followed. In just a few mouthfuls, the jade bowl was emptied. When Ji Qingwu retrieved the bowl, she inexplicably felt like she was feeding a stray cat.

“More!”

Pleased with the meal, the white snake slithered up Ji Qingwu’s shoulder, swiftly coiling around her neck. The cold scales of the reptile moved slowly against her skin before tightening.

The snake’s voice whispered beside Ji Qingwu’s ear, hoarse yet intoxicated. Its icy, sharp fangs accidentally brushed against her earlobe.

That earlobe was particularly fair and delicate. As if discovering a treasure, the snake gently held it between its teeth, boldly grinding back and forth until leaving several red marks.

The sensitive skin broke out in goosebumps under the sharp fangs, sending shivers from her ear through her brain before electric currents raced down her entire body.

This sensation was both strange and thrilling. A breeze snapped Ji Qingwu back to awareness.

The white snake was coiled around her neck, fangs at her ear—it could bite down at any moment… Cold sweat broke out as Ji Qingwu wondered when she’d become so familiar with this creature.

Setting the bowl down carefully, she whispered:

“Would you like to come down and eat on the ground?”

The snake didn’t respond. Its scales and powerful muscles stopped constricting as its head suddenly turned to face Ji Qingwu directly, those crimson eyes cold and merciless.

Ji Qingwu’s sweat turned icy. All drunkenness vanished as she realized how recklessly she’d behaved tonight. This untamed serpent—what if something really happened?

As the snake’s scales gradually warmed from her body heat, it suddenly spoke:

“Isn’t it a bit late to start fearing me now?”

Ji Qingwu: “……”

The snake leisurely brought its head closer, its forked tongue flickering lightning-fast through the air, inching toward her nose.

“We’ve shared wine and confidences, yet now you fear me? How fickle you are, little one…”

The serpent’s voice remained elegant and light, as if amused, yet unable to conceal its underlying anger.

Before Ji Qingwu could explain, the snake abruptly tightened its coils around her neck, constricting relentlessly!

This was bad—had her words provoked it into a murderous rage?

Ji Qingwu desperately clawed at the serpent’s body, but its coils left no gaps for her fingers to pry.

“Mm… you… let… go…”

Breathing grew difficult. The crackling fire sounded distant as she struggled to summon a mutually destructive spell, yet found herself powerless.

The cold serpent tightened its grip wordlessly, its alcoholic breath mixing with madness as if reason had abandoned it.

Tears welled in Ji Qingwu’s eyes, her vision blurring as guttural sounds escaped her throat.

“You… just drank… with me…”

The white snake glanced up, its resolve momentarily shaken.

Ji Qingwu’s eyes glistened red, brows furrowed in what seemed less like pain than grievance. Rosy hues spread across her cheeks as pearly teeth bit into crimson lips.

How could this righteous cultivator possess such bewitching allure?

The white serpent felt a fire burning in her chest. It had been smoldering faintly ever since she saw those wine-flushed eyes earlier, but now the flames roared fiercely, making her heart tremble.

She loosened her coils, releasing her grip. She’d merely been angry, wanting to teach Ji Qingwu a small lesson—she never truly intended to strangle her.

Still, getting to witness such a delectable sight from Ji Qingwu made the lesson well worth it.

The moment she let go, Ji Qingwu clutched her chest, coughing violently.

“Cough—! You… cough!”

The white serpent perched on her shoulder, not bothering to slither down, only leaning her upper body back slightly to admire Ji Qingwu’s flushed face after the coughing fit.

Ji Qingwu glared up at her once she caught her breath, her expression icy despite the lingering tear tracks in her eyes.

“You… are truly insane!”

The serpent flicked her forked tongue, then suddenly darted forward, licking the tears from Ji Qingwu’s eyes.

The rough scrape of the serpent’s tongue startled Ji Qingwu into stillness, completely baffled by the creature’s actions.

One moment, it had nearly killed her—now it was… licking her tears?

The serpent’s lips pressed together, her eyes shifting as if savoring the taste. After a long pause, she spoke, her voice low and husky with dark amusement.

“Your tears… they stir my desire as well. From now on, you may only shed them for me. No wasting them—understand?”