"Sleep together...?? Is this okay?" Before I could finish speaking, Yu Longting’s long tail had curled around my calf.

Qing Li turned over, her slender arm draped over my waist, "Actions speak louder than words, even the Little White Snake is satisfied with this plan, isn’t it?"

"I really don’t understand, why does everyone want to steal my wife??" Yu Longting’s voice was muffled, extremely depressed.

Qing Li, enjoying the commotion, added fuel to the fire: "It’s not just humans; there are others who fancy your wife. Huang Wude is one, I hear there’s also someone named Yun Hao from the Snake Sect, and does Wuyue count too..."

"Qing Li." Yu Longting coldly interrupted.

Qing Li asked teasingly, "What’s up?"

Yu Longting: "Shut up, sleep!"

The next day, Qing Li said she wanted to rent a courtyard first, just for two or three days.

Although few other places have short-term rentals, Fengdu is a thriving tourist spot.

There are quite a few guesthouses for tourists to rent short-term, so Yu Longting and I went out early in the morning to rent a house.

We returned to the hotel to bring Qing Li with us, taking her to see the courtyard.

As Qing Li described, upon entering, there had to be a hall.

An old residence with an ancient charm, having more than three rooms.

It was pouring rain, the streets of Fengdu were shrouded in intermittent rains.

The streets were dreary and greyish, exuding an eerie aura everywhere.

The ground was littered with freshly burned paper money and rain-soaked chalk circles drawn to invite spirits for meals.

The tourists were even more excited, as the Temple Fair was also taking place.

There were many funeral scenes being staged, but none were real funerals, merely fake rituals performed for fun by young people.

I saw people playing murder mystery games involving paper brides and paper grooms.

Anyway, I can’t get my head around this mentality; every time I walk down the streets of Fengdu, I feel chills running down my spine.

"This house is nice; it avoids taboos against snakes." Qing Li took a look at the rented ancient residence and at the old calendar I found on my phone, "Tomorrow is a taboo day against snakes. After midnight, I’ll definitely have a way to make Qingyang appear."

"That’s great, let’s rest inside the house and prepare an afternoon meal." Ever since I came out of the Nether Pond, I’ve been extremely hungry; breakfast was only two hours ago, and I’m already craving the next meal.

Qing Li felt my pulse, confirmed I’m not pregnant, then said, "Good thing you’re not pregnant; if you were with my plan, it might harm the fetus."

"It’s because your power has increased so much, you need to eat more to reshape your body." Yu Longting explained.

Qing Li never liked talking much with Yu Longting; she only addressed me, "Wanwan, you’re truly fortunate. Many from the Mystic Sect have practiced for seven or eight hundred years without reaching this level, yet you’ve achieved it in your early twenties."

"Am I really that great? Wow, this door knocker, I didn’t mean to—it just broke unexpectedly." I intended to open the door and invite Qing Li inside to view the residence.

But I accidentally broke the door knocker.

Qing Li reassured me, "No worries, let the Little White Snake find a locksmith to fix it; it’s not mealtime now, let’s go buy some supplies."

"My snakes can fix it; why need a locksmith." From Yu Longting’s sleeve crawled out a bunch of colorful snakes, gathering around the broken door knocker, discussing how to fix it.

He himself was striding beside us, his usual wild and carefree nature momentarily restrained as he secretly and cautiously held my hand, "Qing Li, what do you want to buy?"