Marrying a White Snake Wife is Super Cool

Su Liyan hadn’t been to her maternal grandmother’s house in many years. She was afraid to go, afraid of the sorrow that would well up in her heart... But now, she wanted to visit...

Lu Yuan finished packing his bundle and said, "A little run-down is fine. Lead the way, honey!"

"You got it, dear!"

Su Liyan led Lu Yuan to the other end of the village, pushed open a wooden door, and ushered him inside.

Dead and withered plants blanketed the yard. The walls were made of stone and packed earth, and a section in one corner leaned precariously, looking as though it might collapse at any moment.

Staring at the familiar yet strange old house, Su Liyan couldn’t help but feel a wave of melancholy wash over her. This was where she had often come to play as a child.

Su Liyan’s grandmother had passed away from a persistent illness. As a member of the Half-demon Race, even with all her cultivation, she could not escape the natural cycle of life and death.

It happened during the Great Famine. With no money for treatment, and not wanting her descendants to spend their meager savings only to starve to death, Su Liyan’s ailing grandmother chose another way to leave this world.

This was from Su Liyan’s memory, back when she was seven or eight years old.

For the Half-demon Race to survive in this era, they had to abide by the rules of human society. They were forbidden from using their racial advantages to steal or rob, lest they be annihilated by the powerful experts of the Human Race, or even bring disaster upon their entire people.

There had once been certain clans within the Half-demon Race who, by their greedy nature, ostracized other Half-demons and humans, taking what they wanted by force and encroaching on the territory of others.

The final result was predictable: everyone rose up to crush them.

As Su Liyan remembered it, her grandmother had been very good to her. Before the Great Famine, every time she visited as a child, she would not only get to eat some sweets, but would also be given a few copper coins.

Su Liyan set Lu Yuan up in the eastern room. Seeing it thick with dust, her nose began to sting, and she almost burst into tears.

Su Liyan drew some water, heated it, dampened a cloth, and began to clean the room.

Lu Yuan asked why she didn’t just use a Technique to clean, which would be much faster.

Su Liyan replied, "Dear, I want to clean my grandmother’s house again with my own hands."

After putting his things away, Lu Yuan rolled up his sleeves and got to work alongside his wife.

After getting Lu Yuan settled, Su Liyan went back home.

Lu Yuan didn’t leave the house for several days, single-mindedly focused on concocting the elixirs he needed. He had already failed more times than he could count.

Su Liyan brought him three meals a day, never missing a single one.

To avoid disturbing Lu Yuan’s alchemy, she would simply place the freshly made food on the table each time, then take away the previous meal, which was always untouched.

After an unknown number of days, a blue elixir shot out, popping the lid off the Pill Furnace.

Lu Yuan was secretly ecstatic. All his effort these past few days hadn’t been in vain; he had actually managed to create the Elixir of Eternal Youth.

Seeing the Elixir of Eternal Youth about to fly off, Lu Yuan was well-prepared this time. He had sealed all the doors and windows, ensuring the elixir had no means of escape.

Lu Yuan used his Floating Skill to forcefully rein in the elixir as it darted wildly through the air, trying to stabilize it. At the same time, he leaped and flipped around the room, attempting to snatch it from the air.

Utterly exhausted and panting, Lu Yuan bent over and shouted, "If you keep flying around, I’ll burn you to a crisp!"

The blue elixir circled the room once more. As if it understood Lu Yuan’s words, it obediently flew back inside the Seven-Star Wind Pill Furnace.

Lu Yuan straightened up, walked over to the Pill Furnace, reached in, and snatched the blue elixir. He then placed it into his System Space.

After swallowing a Nine-Turn Pill, Lu Yuan sat down cross-legged to quickly recover his depleted Inner Strength.

Lu Yuan had barely eaten these past few days, relying entirely on Nine-Turn Pills to keep himself going.

Once his Inner Strength was restored, Lu Yuan took out another set of the same medicinal ingredients, threw them into the Seven-Star Wind Pill Furnace, and began the refining process all over again...

「Inside the Lu Mansion in Taiping City」

The three women were eagerly awaiting his return. Their man had said he was just visiting Su Liyan’s family for a few days, but he’d been gone for over half a month now.

The few trusted men Lu Yuan had posted outside Changliu Village had been sent back to the Lu Mansion long ago.

Zhao Qiao’Er, Song Meiqin, and Gu Ziye, all dressed in fur coats, were gathered idly in the front hall. A brazier sat in the center of the room, and the three of them were chatting and laughing as they warmed themselves by the fire.

Cradling Huanhuan in her arms, Zhao Qiao’Er grumbled, "That rotten sweetheart of mine... out all day and doesn’t even send a single message. It really makes a girl’s heart ache with longing."

The heavily pregnant Song Meiqin patted her large belly and said, "Now, now, dear sister, you’re complaining already? Our Yue’Er has only just joined us, you know."

Gu Ziye, who was sitting to the side teasing Xiaotian on the floor with a roasted chicken leg, smiled and said, "Aunt Song, I’m not thinking about him."

Zhao Qiao’Er sidled up to her and said, "How could you not be? You do that thing once, and you’re hooked. After doing it three or five times, just getting to grab it every now and then will make you soaking wet!"

Zhao Qiao’Er really didn’t treat anyone present as a stranger, saying whatever was on her mind.

Xiaotian, who had a mouth full of roasted chicken leg, nearly choked. ’Heh heh heh,’ it thought, ’this tall, wide-hipped Second Mistress is truly insatiable. When Big Brother gets back, he’ll have to screw this big she-donkey until she can’t walk straight!’

"My ladies, come quick and see!" a servant cried, scrambling in from the Lu Mansion’s main gate.

Zhao Qiao’Er shot to her feet, asking excitedly, "Is our darling sweetheart back?"

The servant burst into the front hall, gasping for breath. "No, it’s not the Master who’s back... It’s..."

As soon as Zhao Qiao’Er heard it wasn’t her darling sweetheart, she lost all interest and sat back down.

Song Meiqin, unable to rise easily with her belly, said, "Catch your breath. Speak slowly."

The servant swallowed hard. "My ladies, the King Yan’s second son is here!"

Gu Ziye chimed in, "Oh, it’s just my nephew. I thought it was something serious. Let him come, then. What’s all the panic about?"

"Young Mistress, the King Yan’s second son fell from his horse right in front of the Mansion Gate and passed out!" the servant exclaimed.

"Young Mistress" was the title Gu Ziye had asked the maids and servants of the mansion to call her. She found it endearing and cute.

Gu Ziye didn’t believe a word of it. The roads might be slippery from the snow, but an ordinary person wouldn’t pass out from a simple fall, let alone Gu Gaoxu, who cultivated the True Martial technique.

Seeing that the ladies didn’t believe him, the servant insisted, "My ladies, it’s true!"

Zhao Qiao’Er stopped her daughter from nursing. With a soft POP, Huanhuan’s puckered lips were pulled away from Zhao Qiao’Er’s ample bosom.

Huanhuan reached out her little hands, wanting to hold on and continue drinking, but Zhao Qiao’Er called for a maid and handed her daughter over.

Zhao Qiao’Er instructed, "Take her to the wet nurse."

"Yes, Mistress!"

Zhao Qiao’Er looked at Song Meiqin and said, "Dear sister, you don’t need to come with your big belly. Yue’Er and I will go greet him."

Zhao Qiao’Er fastened the button on her collar, pulled her fur coat down to cover her curves, put on her hat, and went out to greet them.

Gu Ziye followed close behind her. When they arrived outside the Mansion Gate, they saw several servants supporting an unconscious Gu Gaoxu.

"What is going on here?" Zhao Qiao’Er’s tone carried a hint of authority.

The servants quickly explained, "Mistress, Lord Gu was riding unsteadily. He fell right as he reached the Mansion Gate and passed out."

Gu Ziye stepped forward, lifted Gu Gaoxu’s robes, and saw that his body was covered in wounds.

Gu Ziye waved a hand toward the mansion. "Take him to the first guest room in the west wing!"

"Yes, Young Mistress!" the servants replied in unison.

Zhao Qiao’Er and Gu Ziye stepped aside to clear a path, and the servants carried Gu Gaoxu into the mansion.

Gu Ziye knew full well what Gu Gaoxu was capable of.

Zhao Qiao’Er leaned close to Gu Ziye and whispered, "Yue’Er, do you think something big is about to happen? My heart is pounding like a drum."

Gu Ziye didn’t know what was happening either. "Aunt Zhao, let’s have a doctor take a look at him. Once Gu Gaoxu wakes up, we’ll find out what’s going on."

Zhao Qiao’Er straightened her sturdy frame and shouted, "Someone, go and fetch the best doctor in the city! Bring him to the mansion!"