Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Is It Her?

Shen Yirong stared blankly at the extended hand.

The cultivation world did not have the ritual of shaking hands; this custom belonged to the modern world.

Qi Wu frowned and interrupted, “Fourth, this is someone the Lord has taken an interest in.”

By then, Shen Yirong had also realized that the person in front of her was likely the Fourth Protector of the Demon Palace.

Shen Yirong had no memory, and most of the Demon Palace’s information came from Huang Li. When Huang Li spoke of this Fourth Protector, it was always with fear.

Because this Fourth Protector was a lunatic, literally.

Yu Zhuotan ignored Qi Wu’s warning. She looked at Shen Yirong as if she had found a beloved toy.

She chuckled, the smile on her face gradually deepening until it became eerie.

Qi Wu stepped in front of Shen Yirong and snapped, “Yu Zhuotan!”

Yu Zhuotan did not back down. Her eyes remained fixed on Shen Yirong.

A rift suddenly appeared in the space in front of them. A hand reached out from the rift and pressed onto Yu Zhuotan’s shoulder.

The person narrowed her eyes, her smile slightly fake, wearing a beige long dress with purple jade beads on her wrist, “Calm down, this is not your toy.”

The next moment, she opened her eyes, revealing a pair of crimson vertical pupils.

A beast?

Before Shen Yirong could look closely, the eyes narrowed again. She introduced herself with a smile, “Hello, Lord’s new favorite. My name is Jing Moyan.”

“Lord’s new favorite” sounded completely wrong. Shen Yirong’s self-positioning was clear: she felt she was merely an object of amusement in Song Yin’s eyes.

She had met these people before, but during the embroidery incident, their discussion was rushed, and after they finished, they dispersed, leaving her there to weave bitterly.

Shen Yirong felt little surprise, only sadness that she could no longer be a silent, ordinary slacker.

Fortunately, she didn’t need to deal with these oddballs now. Jing Moyan pulled Yu Zhuotan and left.

Qi Wu’s mood was tied to Song Yin’s, and thus, her mood was currently very bad.

Shen Yirong originally wanted to ask some questions, but seeing Qi Wu’s face, she dropped the idea.

Her mood was also poor, and she walked with her head down the whole way.

“Hiss? Does the Lord like this kind?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Hearing others discuss her, Shen Yirong looked down at her clothes.

Shen Yirong was still wearing the clothes that were ruined by the explosion, and being all white, she looked like noodles come to life.

However, she was in no mood to pay attention, still mourning her spirit stones.

“What did you want to ask?”

Qi Wu’s voice returned to calm, and the dark clouds on her face had dispersed.

Shen Yirong: “Huh?”

“You secretly looked at me twice earlier. Clearly, you had something to ask.”

Shen Yirong hadn’t expected the other person to be so observant. “I wanted to ask about the spirit stones.”

“The Lord’s decree cannot be changed.”

Qi Wu stopped again and looked at Shen Yirong’s face, concluding with a sigh, “Do you know of the Taian Sect’s Sword Venerable?”

I know, she’s standing right in front of you.

Shen Yirong made a humorous comment internally but pretended to be unfamiliar on the surface, “I know. That’s the Lord’s Master.”

Qi Wu couldn’t discern anything from Shen Yirong’s face. Her eyes and breathing remained unchanged, as if she were listening to something insignificant.

Shen Yirong let Qi Wu examine her so openly. She wouldn’t find anything anyway.

Shen Yirong’s courtyard was just ahead. Qi Wu stopped, “In the future, do not argue with the Lord over spirit stones. I can give you the spirit stones.”

Shen Yirong, who had been half-dead moments ago, instantly regained her vitality. She looked at Qi Wu’s back, feeling an indescribable sense of gratitude.

Who said all demon cultivators were bad people? Wasn’t a great kind person standing right here?

Protector! I will never allow anyone to disobey you!

Perhaps I should draw another portrait of the Protector and offer it up. The altar is wide enough to fit it.

Qi Wu wasn’t pitying the cauldron in front of her; she just wanted the Lord to have a more enjoyable time.

She really couldn’t stand Shen Yirong’s expression. After sending the person back, she left.

Shen Yirong stood at the doorway, watching her leave, looking surprisingly affectionate.

Huang Li, seeing this scene, was very shocked.

Fortunately, Huang Li realized that these two should not be romantically involved.

She walked over and patted Shen Yirong’s shoulder, “Why are you looking at the Protector like that?”

Shen Yirong jumped. Seeing that it was the Great Immortal Huang, she swallowed the curse words that were about to escape.

Shen Yirong mused, “Don’t you think the Protector is a really good person?”

Huang Li fell silent. She looked at Shen Yirong with the eyes reserved for a scoundrel.

Shen Yirong confusedly touched her face. It was smooth. The black soot had been washed away by Song Yin’s Cleansing Spell.

Huang Li: “Don’t get any ideas about her. She won’t fall into romantic love.”

The Great Immortal Huang was delivering intelligence again.

In the future, she would inevitably interact with the protectors. Shen Yirong had to understand them to avoid causing offense.

So, she teased, “Why? Does the Protector cultivate the Path of Heartlessness?”

Huang Li: “The Demon Palace isn’t the Taian Sect. We don’t have that many cultivators of the Path of Heartlessness. She’s just not interested in such things.”

Shen Yirong walked into the house. Huang Li followed her in.

On the altar in the room were the God of Wealth and that strange chicken.

Huang Li saw Shen Yirong take out paper and a brush. With her left hand behind her back, and her right hand rapidly drawing on the paper, she looked quite masterful.

Shen Yirong blew on the finished drawing. After securing it with a wooden frame, she placed it on the altar.

Huang Li looked at it. The painting showed two flowers, but they were drawn horribly. A chicken stepping on snow would look more aesthetic.

Shen Yirong admired it for a while and sat back down on the stool, “What about the other protectors?”

Huang Li rested her head on her hand and thought, “They’re all fine, but you need to be careful of the Fourth Protector. See, I almost forgot to tell you—you’ll be seeing them often in the future.”

“You absolutely cannot let the Fourth Protector set her eyes on you.”

Too late, I’ve already been noticed.

Shen Yirong felt a headache coming on. She weakly asked, “What happens if I’m noticed?”

Huang Li choked, looking at Shen Yirong with pity, “Then you’ll have to play with her, but the things she plays with are quite intense.”

Cold sweat broke out on Shen Yirong, “Such as?”

“Such as setting the house on fire and rushing in to dance.”

“…”

That’s not just “intense.” That’s suicide.

She kind of missed the Taian Sect. This Demon Palace was terrifying.

Seeing her fear, Huang Li comforted her, “Anyway, you’re favored now. If you say something to the Lord, you’ll most likely be safe.”

Favored? It’s more like Song Yin has a fun pet, right?

Shen Yirong started to miss her spirit stones again. If she had spirit stones, she could set up some formations for self-defense.

She slumped over the table, despairing. Now, she wasn’t just being targeted by one Fourth Protector; the entire core power of the Demon Palace had its eyes on her.

Escaping was even harder now.

Feeling depressed, Shen Yirong looked at the long sword hanging on the wall and suddenly felt the urge to use it.

Shen Yirong was a failure in everyday life, but she was in her element when it came to swordplay.

She was quite proud. If she hadn’t been trapped in this Demon Palace, perhaps she could have had a legendary tale of traveling the world with a sword.

Of course, this was just her bragging.

Shen Yirong got up and took the sword. The gloom in her heart seemed to dissipate considerably.

She raised an eyebrow at Huang Li, with a youthful spirit.

“Nice weather. Want to spar?”

Huang Li smiled, “Let’s go!”

The two sparred in the courtyard. The flash of the sword startled the birds in the trees. Huang Li was suppressed the entire time, completely unable to fight back.

She was inwardly horrified. She felt as if the person wielding the sword had changed. In that momentary distraction, her long sword was flicked away, clattering to the ground.

“I win.”

Shen Yirong’s smile was bright, sweeping away her usual timidity. It was as if the person standing here and smiling was her true self.

Seeing Huang Li sitting on the ground in a daze, Shen Yirong felt she had gone too far. She put away the sword and scratched her head, showing a bit of embarrassment.

“Sorry, are you hurt?”

Huang Li stood up, “So strong! Where did you learn that?”

Shen Yirong proudly curved her lips, “Self-taught.”

Huang Li: “It’s a real shame you’re a cauldron.”

The smile on Shen Yirong’s face slowly disappeared. She hung the long sword on her waist, folded her hands behind her head, “There’s no shame about it. But your sword moves are very systematic. Who did you learn from?”

Huang Li cleared her throat and winked playfully, “Self-taught.”

Shen Yirong chuckled.

The laughter was soft.

Suddenly, she felt a sense of being watched. Shen Yirong looked up, seeing only the clear blue sky.

Huang Li: “What’s wrong?”

Shen Yirong rubbed the goosebumps on her arm, “Nothing.”

Must be because too many bad things have happened recently. I’m becoming paranoid.

The most important thing now is to earn spirit stones. The borrowed spirit stones will be used up in a few days.

Thinking of this, Shen Yirong’s face turned sour again. She walked with heavy steps toward the Shi’an Hall, where the demon cultivators in the palace accepted missions.

Cauldrons could also take missions, of course, but their treatment was so good that they usually didn’t bother with the small amount of money.

A miserable fate.

I wonder when Protector Qi’s promise will arrive.

After she left, a figure gradually materialized on the otherwise empty rooftop.

The wind moved Song Yin’s robes, her red sleeves fluttering like a crimson butterfly preparing to fly.

Closing her eyes and disappearing from this location, Song Yin returned to her cave dwelling.

The cave dwelling was no less luxurious than her main palace chambers, even verging on extravagance.

Gold and jade artifacts, dazzling with light, yet unable to illuminate Song Yin’s eyes.

She waved her sleeve, and the stone wall of the cave dwelling moved to the sides, revealing a deep, dark opening behind it.

At the deepest part of the cave, there seemed to be light.

Song Yin lifted her leg and walked into the depths. In the innermost part, a sword was restrained by chains.

The long sword was deep blue, its body covered with scars. It once belonged to Shen Yirong and was named Suyun.

Song Yin stood before it.

Suyun was a rare famous sword in the world, capable of understanding the human heart and even responding to it. But after its master’s death, it seemed to have become scrap metal, its luster fading.

“Suyun, do you think it’s her?”

There was no response, only Song Yin’s own voice echoing in the room.

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