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In her past life, Shen Yirong was the Sword Venerable of the Taian Sect, and Song Yin was her disciple.
The Taian Sword Venerable was beautiful and refined, with a noble status. Everything she used had to be top-tier, and she was extremely demanding of her disciple.
One day, she complained that the medicine Song Yin brewed was bitter, punishing her to kneel outside the gate.
The next day, because Song Yin stepped in with her left foot first, she was thrown into the monster-infested Snow Ridge to fend for herself.
She even abandoned Song Yin without hesitation when the demonic cultivators attacked the sect.
This led to Song Yin’s successful ‘blackening’ (turning evil), and she ultimately ran a sword through Shen Yirong’s heart.
The chronically ill Shen Yirong had a secret: she was a transmigrator bound to a system, which instructed her to play the role of the Female Lead’s vicious master.
Upon completing the mission and opening her eyes again, she had become the least favored human cauldron in Song Yin’s harem…
The Demonic Palace was heavily guarded, making escape impossible, but the cauldron’s life was idle and the treatment was good. Shen Yirong cautiously began her life as a slacker.
Yet, somehow, Song Yin began to focus on her, summoning her daily.
Song Yin, now the Demonic Venerable, had shed her timidity and become cold, stunning, and noble. The other cauldrons envied Shen Yirong for her exclusive favor. Shen Yirong, clutching her shriveled purse, her arm trembling slightly, felt nothing but distress.
Shen Yirong, who had no desire to compete for favor, was suffering in silence, wishing only to pack up this imperious ancestor and send her away.
One day, Song Yin demanded clothes handmade by her. After completing them, they were deemed ugly, and half a month’s spiritual stones were deducted.
The next day, Song Yin specifically requested her to cook, but then blamed her for blowing up the kitchen, docking six months’ pay.
The day after, her entire annual salary was mysteriously deducted just because she glanced at the guard dog outside the house.
But late at night, when she pushed open the door to her room, the person on the bed had shed the daytime haughtiness. With hair spilling onto the covers, the sight was sensual and exquisite.
“Come here.”
The next day, Shen Yirong’s coin pouch was bulging, though her arm was sore.
Shen Yirong’s exclusive favor led to disaster. One of the cauldrons managed to steal the Soul-Guiding Lantern, which could see through souls.
In front of the entire Demonic Palace, Shen Yirong’s true identity was exposed.
Song Yin never showed mercy to her enemies; pulling out tendons, breaking bones, and scattering souls were basic punishments. Worse was a fate worse than death.
Song Yin’s eyes were icy cold, and she locked Shen Yirong up.
Everyone waited for the show, eager to see how the former master of the Demonic Venerable would suffer a fate worse than death.
But the next day, they saw Shen Yirong walk out of the room with tired steps, the Demonic Venerable following closely behind her.
The arrogant Demonic Venerable was supporting her waist and gently massaging Shen Yirong’s hand, her eyes full of tenderness.
Shen Yirong crossly kicked her calf. Song Yin’s eyes lit up, and she turned to expose her other leg.
Shen Yirong: “…”
