The Cowherd's Mistaken Marriage to the Golden Apple Snail - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“She isn’t the Weaver Girl; she’s a Snail Maiden.”

The Old Yellow Ox glanced at me and spoke with a hint of regret.

“Still, the daughters of the Snail Clan are submissive and treat their husbands as their entire world. She’s not a bad choice.

“You should marry this Snail Maiden first. Let her handle the housework and look after your daily needs.

“When the Weaver Girl eventually descends to the mortal realm, you can marry her too.

“In the future, you can even let this one raise the children you have with the Weaver Girl.”

I looked at this Old Yellow Ox, which had managed to cultivate spiritual awareness, with a look of surprise.

Raise their children?

You old thing, you certainly have a vivid imagination.

But you’ve misjudged me.

This lady right here is a Golden Apple Snail, an expert in parasitism.

The only reason I left my clan was because I’ve reached my spawning period.

Right now, the most important thing is to nourish a perfect host.

I looked at the fair-skinned, tender-fleshed Cowherd.

This fellow in front of me seemed like a good candidate.

I didn’t expect to encounter such a stroke of luck right after coming out.

I must be the first among my sisters to find a host, right?

The more I thought about it, the happier I became. Fearing they would notice something was off, I could only cover my face and snicker secretly.

My shoulders were shaking, which made the Old Yellow Ox think I was crying.

It began to advise me: “What’s so good about cultivating to become an immortal?

“Just live a good life with the Cowherd and have a few children.

“That is a life so good even the gods wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

I nodded in agreement. “Indeed, a life with many children and much fortune is truly a divine existence.”

As I spoke, I stared at the Cowherd with a shy, bashful expression.

I just didn’t know if the Cowherd’s small frame would be able to withstand it.

The Old Yellow Ox hadn’t expected me to say such a thing.

It glanced at me in surprise, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

In the past, every Weaver Girl they abducted would put up a life-and-death struggle, weeping and wailing.

Who would have thought a Snail Maiden would be so cooperative?

After hearing the Old Yellow Ox’s words, the Cowherd’s expression was clearly one of regret.

The drop in status from a celestial fairy to a mere spirit was too great.

Only after seeing my submissive appearance did his mood improve slightly.

He looked at me down his nose, taking everything for granted.

“The two of us are considered married now, so from here on, we are husband and wife.

“My family’s only asset is this drafty thatched hut.

“Check if you have any jewelry or gold. Bring it out so we can use it together.”

I was secretly delighted.

To think the Cowherd could say something so shameless; he would surely be the most perfect vessel.

My eyes darted around as I spoke with a beaming smile.

“My shell is a treasure.

“Whatever you put inside, you will receive a continuous supply of that item, just like a Treasure Basin.”

The Old Yellow Ox was overjoyed to hear this and let out several loud moos.

The Cowherd was also extremely excited. He paced around the room several times in agitation. “Quick, take out the shell!”

I looked slightly regretful. “I can’t take it out.”

The Old Yellow Ox thought I was throwing a tantrum.

It advised from the side, “Once married, your man is your world.

“No matter how high your cultivation is, it’s useless. Being able to take good care of your man is where your true worth lies.

“You can’t just watch your man suffer in poverty, can you?”

The Cowherd’s face went cold, and his gaze toward me became extremely hostile, as if he too were waiting for my explanation.

I shook my head slightly and said aggrievedly, “My shell is my clothing, and it has already been torn to shreds by you.”

“Useless! What good are you then?”

The Cowherd didn’t stop to think that it was because he feared I would escape that he had destroyed my clothing.

Thinking that the wealthy life he was about to grasp had flown away just like that, he instead resented me for failing to protect it.

Furious and agitated, the Cowherd raised his palm to strike me.

“Wait.” I took a step back, sizing up the Old Yellow Ox’s physique.

“Give me a few days. I can make another one.”

“Then I’ll give you a few days. If you can’t make it, I’ll show you what for,” the Cowherd threatened harshly.

He was well-versed in the way of training a wife-giving a slap and then a sweet date.

He waved his hand with a condescending air, as if granting a great mercy.

“On the day you bring out that treasure, I will make an exception and let you eat at the dinner table.

“In other families, women eat while squatting by the stove. Don’t you go getting spoiled and arrogant now.”