My Demon Husband Is a Snake

"If your husband anticipated everything and prepared it all for you, of course that would be good."

Yu Longting tenderly stroked the back of my head with his outer body, "Dual Cultivation indeed allows for rapid increase in power, but others spend hundreds of years without making the progress you have made once..."

My consciousness was focused on my true self, as I relaxedly used Little White Snake as a pillow, leaning and nestling against him, "So what's not good about that now?"

"To be able to receive heavenly fire is already the treatment of the Immortal Clan, and even Immortals rarely refine out Purple Flame," Yu Longting spoke solemnly, "You obtained it so rashly, you must face Heaven's Tribulation; without any preparation, you can only withstand it forcibly when it comes."

How unattainable are Immortals, they are the Jade Pond Immortal Platform that mortals cannot aspire to.

But why do I feel that Yu Longting is not at all surprised that I refined the purple heavenly fire...

"Will I be struck by lightning?" My little heart skipped a beat, and I timidly wrapped my arms tighter around his snake body.

Yu Longting felt my dependence and my true self's timid and troubled nature. He poked his snake head out gently touched my forehead, "The ordeal lies within the Qi Sea, usually it is the heart demon, coming to destroy the results of our cultivation."

"With such a defiant power that I've gained, the ordeal will definitely be perilous." I looked around sneakily, like a little mouse stealing lamp oil, "When will it appear... my head... my head... it hurts so much..."

Suddenly, my head hurt unbearably, as if it was viciously struck by a blunt object.

My whole world spun, and then two sets of memories flooded my mind.

Once, two people used the Art of Forgetting to erase my memories; one looked like Yu Longting and claimed to be his father, and the other was Yu Longting himself.

"Yu Longting, I remember everything now." The little vermilion figure clenched her fist, hanging her little head low, speaking heart-wrenchingly word by word.

Yu Longting's voice became much lower, "What do you remember?"

"You... erased my memory, you are... the murderer who killed my Dumpling."

The little vermilion figure shed scalding hot tears, her small fists pummeling like raindrops against the White Snake's coiled and still body, "I dreamed of sleeping with a white snake; it was actually the past me, not any dream at all!! We have known each other for a long time, for a long time... you devil, who would even kill your own child..."

Within the memories, it was clearly Yu Longting holding the three-foot green peak.

He pierced the heart of Dumpling, enveloped in Demonic Qi, with the sword tip breaking out from the back, drenched with Little Dumpling's fresh blood, spreading over the drenched ground in the pouring rain.

I knelt before Yu Longting, clutching at his ankle, pleading passionately.

But he was as cold as an unfeeling machine, indifferent to my words, his deep, dark eyes an endless abyss, chilling to the spine.

"Wanwan, calm down, this is all fake, it's the heart demon." Yu Longting's snake body approached me cautiously, coiling around me, "Don't interrupt your Spiritual Power, don't push me out, you'll get hurt."

"I... want to kill you."

All that was left in my heart was the hatred from the pain of losing my child, and the shared Spiritual Power that had been beautiful with him now turned into a brutal irony.

A small hand raised high above the head, the Spiritual Power flowing in the meridians condensed into a longsword tinged with deep red.

I lifted the longsword, aiming it at the White Snake's heart, "For my child, you will pay with your life."

"Pfft..." Before the sword could pierce Yu Longting's heart, Yu Longting first spewed a mouthful of blood.

The Small Heavenly Cycle formed around us collapsed, and the flow of Spiritual Power showed fractures in the meridians.

Subsequently, my own chest also pained, my blood surged, and I felt as if all my organs were in agony.

Yu Longting's serpent form gently coiled around me, his tone cool and soothing, "Slowly circulate your Spiritual Power, stabilize your heart and mind, avoid great joy and great rage."

The longsword, as he coiled himself up, just like that, stabbed into his own body...