Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Possessing the Body.

The room was filled with fragrance. The red soup pot before them was bubbling. Bai Yuzan stood before the black pot, which was taller than she was, and scooped a taste.

Shen Yirong frowned at this strange yet familiar sight. “This is your so-called treatment method?”

Bai Yuzan flew down, her expression serious. “Yes. Don’t look at me like that. If you weren’t in a hurry, I would have refined these spiritual herbs into pills.”

Bai Yuzan ignored Shen Yirong’s slightly suspicious gaze. She sighed. “You’re still as troublesome as ever, but I still have to ask one thing: have you truly thought this through?”

Under Bai Yuzan’s shocked gaze, Shen Yirong, who had looked a bit disgusted just moments before, flew directly into the pot.

Bai Yuzan: “…”

She looked up and saw Shen Yirong lying in the pot with her eyes closed, her face expressionless.

In truth, it was excruciatingly painful. The broken spiritual meridians in her body were being violently widened and brutally reconnected under the effect of the medicine. The hidden pain from old injuries couldn’t compare to this.

Sweat slipped from Shen Yirong’s forehead and fell into the medicinal soup. This scene reminded Shen Yirong of the first time she underwent marrow cleansing.

Memories seemed to surge along with the medicinal soup.

Trivial things from those memories surfaced one by one in her mind. She remembered being taken in by Tai’an Sect, remembering training with her sword day and night to become stronger, remembering boastfully declaring that she would become the number one sword cultivator in the world, and remembering envying others who had a Master to guide them.

She remembered secretly vowing then that if she ever took a disciple, she would be infinitely kind to them.

Later, her boasts became reality one by one. She was placed on a pedestal, surrounded by songs of praise.

She didn’t like songs of praise, but she liked Song Yin.

Blood seeped from the corners of Shen Yirong’s eyes. Bai Yuzan’s expression changed dramatically, and she shouted, “Troublemaker!”

The blue miniature sword in her Sea of Consciousness rang out simultaneously with Bai Yuzan’s voice. Shen Yirong opened her eyes wide, and her gaze gradually regained its clarity.

She rubbed her aching head, looking down at Bai Yuzan. “Apologies. Please talk to me.”

On Bai Yuzan’s serious face was undisguised concern. She lowered her eyes and sat on the side to keep watch, pondering the start of a casual conversation.

Her head felt heavy. Shen Yirong was enduring purely by willpower. She experienced many illusions and gradually couldn’t feel her limbs.

She smiled and said, “I still remember our first meeting wasn’t very pleasant.”

Bai Yuzan didn’t dare to look up. If she could, she didn’t want to engage in this weak, listless conversation. Many sharp and sarcastic remarks tumbled in her chest, but she didn’t utter any of them.

Helpless, she accompanied Shen Yirong in reminiscing. “Yes, you bandit.”

Shen Yirong chuckled. “You were the Young Valley Master then, and your temper was awful. You fought fiercely with me over a spiritual herb, which made me lie in bed for half a month.”

Bringing up old matters, Bai Yuzan retorted angrily, “How dare you! You still remember something from so long ago? Besides, I was injured more severely that time.”

Shen Yirong, of course, knew she was at fault because she was lost and had trespassed into Bai Yuzan’s private medicinal garden.

Logically, after such a confrontation, the two should have become enemies. However, later, the Medical Immortal Valley experienced internal conflict, and Shen Yirong rescued Bai Yuzan, who was almost executed, and thus they inexplicably developed a life-and-death friendship.

For cultivators, the clearer the memory, the more fatal it is, just like Shen Yirong back then, who wanted to cultivate the Path of Emotionlessness to turn herself into a sword without feelings. But for someone like her, this approach was tantamount to suicide.

Shen Yirong’s consciousness felt like it had been dropped into a pan of hot oil. She now understood why the death rate was high.

She gasped for breath. Seeing Bai Yuzan look up at her, she smiled again and joked, “I should have known not to cultivate the Path of Emotionlessness back then, leaving you all with this mess.”

She saw the guilt in Mei Xin and Bai Yuzan’s eyes, but saying this only made the people involved feel worse.

Bai Yuzan saw that she was still thinking of others at a time like this. She wanted to be angry but couldn’t bear to be. “If Senior Yun were still alive, she would mock you mercilessly.”

“But you are not Yun Huiming. You are a medicinal herb that can clear heat, detoxify, reduce swelling, and stop pain.”

Bai Yuzan: “At a time like this, can you be serious for once and not mock my name?”

Shen Yirong continued to smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t die. If I die, what will happen to my big disciple?”

Bai Yuzan didn’t know what to say. Strictly speaking, Song Yin wasn’t in a state of death, but the problem now was that Song Yin’s soul had gone missing.

In short, it was a huge mess. Shen Yirong’s teasing was just to keep her expression from becoming too heavy.

Bai Yuzan looked up, meeting the gaze of the dizzy Shen Yirong. “I don’t know, but she is more capable than the rest of us. You should be at ease, too.”

Shen Yirong only smiled at this. Raising her hand, she could see the two spiritual rings Song Yin gave her, which were packed with things she liked.

That face reappeared in her mind, and when she thought of it, the healing process didn’t seem so agonizing.

Shen Yirong paused for a long time before speaking. Bai Yuzan looked up anxiously, seeing that Shen Yirong was still awake, but she had lost her previous composure. She said listlessly, “I remember someone once said my name wasn’t good.”

She gave a bitter laugh. “Yirong, fading daily, unbearable to the world.”

Bai Yuzan frowned. “Who was speaking nonsense?”

Shen Yirong didn’t answer.

This format was very similar to the prophecies made by the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion people after divination. Bai Yuzan frowned. “Was it Su Zhao?”

Shen Yirong shook her head. “She couldn’t calculate my fate, nor her own.”

Seeing Shen Yirong’s consciousness becoming increasingly blurry, Bai Yuzan reached out to protect her and constantly conversed with her.

“What did you say back then?”

Shen Yirong used the wind to support herself, preventing herself from slipping down. She struggled to recall the scene from that day, her expression strained.

She smiled. “I said, my mother gave me my name. Say one more bad word, and I’ll beat you to death.”

The boiling medicinal water gradually became gentle, and the water’s color slowly faded. Bai Yuzan observed the condition of the water while protecting her. She had also prepared a Soul-Guiding Lamp in case of an unforeseen event.

She had made all preparations. If an accident truly occurred, she would rescue the person again, but it seemed now that these worries were unnecessary.

The bitterness on Bai Yuzan’s face finally gave way to a smile. It would be over soon, just one more stick of incense’s time.

“Crack.”

Cracks slowly appeared on the black pot. Pale red medicinal water seeped out of the cracks, dripping down the side of the pot. The miniature sword symbol on Shen Yirong’s forehead flickered faintly.

A powerful oppressive feeling radiated from Shen Yirong. Bai Yuzan, who was close, felt a sharp sword intent.

Her previously intact hemp clothes were sliced open with cuts. Bai Yuzan swallowed a pill without changing her expression. The cuts on her body instantly healed.

She stared intently at Shen Yirong’s condition, not daring to blink.

Half a stick of incense passed. The miniature sword on Shen Yirong’s forehead stopped flickering.

Bai Yuzan grew more and more anxious. Only the last minute remained. She nervously counted the seconds in her mind.

Five, four, three, two.

The smile on Bai Yuzan’s face deepened, but a small spark of light suddenly drilled out of Shen Yirong’s spiritual ring and directly plunged into Shen Yirong’s mind.

Shen Yirong only felt an instant of intense pain in her head. She tried to use spiritual energy to suppress the surging memories, but the event happened too suddenly. Before the spell could be completed, she had already fallen unconscious.

Bai Yuzan grabbed Shen Yirong’s collar to prevent her from sinking, and behind her, the cracking sound of space continually shattering could be heard.

In just a second, Bai Yuzan understood the situation. She took the medicinal gourd from her waist and tilted it backward, instantly filling the entire room with thick smoke.

Su Zhao chuckled. “Using this trick against a blind person is redundant.”

The space within the room was stirred into chaos by Su Zhao. Bai Yuzan found space currents everywhere, making it impossible for her to leave through the hidden passage.

The thick fog dissipated. She was carrying the unconscious Shen Yirong, and there was no way to avoid a confrontation now.

She calmly looked at Su Zhao, and noticing her fragmented and weak soul body, she was shocked. “Split soul? You lunatic.”

“You and I here are both lunatics,” Su Zhao reached out to Bai Yuzan. “I don’t want to hurt you. Hand her over to me.”

Bai Yuzan was skilled in alchemy and poisons, but these two were useless against the current Su Zhao.

Someone had already tried to persuade her earlier, and Bai Yuzan knew that Su Zhao was determined to go down the path of no return. Yet, she couldn’t help but ask, “What about Wanxing if you do this? When she opens her eyes again, she will bear the blood debt of the whole world. Will she be willing for you to do this?”

Su Zhao merely smiled faintly. “She won’t know, and these people who died haven’t disappeared. They were just scattered by me, becoming part of the new world.”

Bai Yuzan simply found it ridiculous. “After scattering and reassembling, is it still the original person?”

Su Zhao maintained her smile. “Why wouldn’t it be? The substance that makes up the individual hasn’t changed; only their appearance has changed, and they’ve lost their memories.”

Facing successive failures, Su Zhao had long lost her previous patience. Her smile carried a warning. “Give her to me. Don’t make me say it a second time.”

Another sharp crack sounded. The space rift slowly extended to Bai Yuzan’s face. Any closer, and it would separate Bai Yuzan’s head from her neck.

Bai Yuzan carefully shielded the unconscious Shen Yirong. Facing this utterly hopeless situation, she felt no fear.

Su Zhao’s hopes were dashed. Her face twisted for a moment, then returned to calm, and she slowly closed her outstretched hand.

The spatial rift mercilessly opened at Bai Yuzan’s neck.

The head rolled twice, and then Bai Yuzan’s body slumped softly to the ground with a thump.

Hearing the sound, Su Zhao sighed again. “Don’t worry, you will be reborn in the new world. I will arrange a better life for you.”

Restoring the space to its original state, Su Zhao floated forward.

Thump.

A faint sound rang out. Su Zhao stopped. She instinctively felt danger.

Just as she was about to retreat, she heard a sound more urgent than before.

Su Zhao finally understood it was a heartbeat.

She vaguely felt Bai Yuzan’s body emerge from beneath Shen Yirong’s body and frantically grope on the ground. After finding her own head, she slowly stood up and placed the head back on.

Su Zhao had done this before, but that was in a fantasy dream. This was not a dream; it was reality.

A green lamp hovered above Bai Yuzan’s head. She twisted her neck and looked coldly at Su Zhao. “You seem to have underestimated me.”

Su Zhao laughed, but it also sounded like she was about to cry the next moment. “Yes, you are also a monster.”

The green lamp spun a few times, and then the green light intensified. Su Zhao’s fragmented soul was instantly sucked into the lamp.

After succeeding, she immediately placed several heavy seals on the lamp.

The constantly shaking lamp slowly stopped moving.

Bai Yuzan picked up the lamp. Out of vigilance toward Su Zhao’s methods, she emptied a spiritual ring to store this lamp separately.

But having done everything, she felt that it all had been too easy.

Bai Yuzan had many doubts, but seeing the unconscious Shen Yirong gave her another headache.

“Looks like I’ll have to take care of them for two days.”

Bai Yuzan was worried about more than just this. She was worried that Shen Yirong would still have problems due to her memory when she woke up.

She rubbed her temples, constantly complaining about the trouble inwardly, but still resignedly picked up Shen Yirong.

Meanwhile, not long ago, another part of Su Zhao’s soul opened the entrance to Song Yin’s cave dwelling.

Some unconscious disciples were lying haphazardly at the entrance. Su Zhao didn’t kill them, afraid of alerting others.

After Su Zhao flew into the cave dwelling, the entrance slowly closed again.

The room immediately became much darker, but this made no difference to Su Zhao.

She could sense that Song Yin was still here and hadn’t been moved. Realizing this, a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Currently, Song Yin’s body was an empty shell. Perhaps she could risk an attempt at possession. If the possession was successful, she could use Song Yin’s cultivation to conquer this world faster.

Feeling her current weak body, Su Zhao yearned for power even more. She accelerated towards Song Yin’s door.

The door was tightly shut. The room was protected by dozens of layers of formations and restrictions. Moreover, these formations were stacked without any disorder; it was clearly Shen Yirong’s masterpiece.

“She even reinforced the formation against space collapse, heh.”

Su Zhao knew things wouldn’t be so easy. She attempted to split the space in this area, but unfortunately, nothing happened. The simple wooden door was also completely unharmed.

She increased her force, yet it still didn’t budge.

Realizing that shattering the space was ineffective, Su Zhao had to think of other methods.

She wasn’t panicked. Shen Yirong and the others wouldn’t return here so quickly. She had ample time to try to open this door.

Just as she was about to try, the well-functioning formations suddenly sputtered. All the formations stopped the moment she reached out her hand.

Su Zhao withdrew her hand. She vigilantly spread out her spiritual sense, covering the area. She didn’t sense anything, but she confirmed that Song Yin hadn’t been moved and was inside this room.

Her intuition told her that there must be a trick involved, but Su Zhao was running out of time.

She hadn’t expected Yun Huiming, hidden in the broken sword for so many years, to have advanced by an entire major realm after emerging, becoming another variable that hindered her success.

But if she successfully possessed Song Yin, she wouldn’t have to fear Yun Huiming. To prevent another variable, Shen Yirong, from hindering her, she also found a way to buy herself two days.

“There is no other choice,” Su Zhao sighed helplessly.

She flew into the room. Song Yin was lying fully clothed on the only bed in the room. Her hands were crossed over her abdomen. She looked simply asleep.

Su Zhao slowly floated forward, but no accident occurred until she stood by Song Yin’s bed.

Out of habit, Su Zhao calculated the fortune. After calculating it as auspicious, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterward, she drilled into Song Yin’s head.

Song Yin’s Sea of Consciousness was a viscous darkness. Su Zhao was instantly affected by the overwhelming negative emotions as soon as she entered.

A corner of her fragmented soul was torn off. Fortunately, Su Zhao retreated in time.

But this meant she couldn’t invade.

After hesitating for only a moment, Su Zhao plunged back in without hesitation.

This time, the chilling sensation did not reappear. Song Yin’s Sea of Consciousness was surprisingly docile.

Su Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. She cautiously gained control of Song Yin’s body. Upon opening her eyes, she saw the world again.

The stimulation of the light made her instinctively close her eyes. After she felt she could adapt, she opened them again.

She looked at everything around her, seeing the wind chimes hanging on the wall, the recording stone on the square table, the books piled under the table, and the empty medicine bowl by the bed.

She sat up, trying to move her hands and bending her right leg.

After a long silence, she let out a soft laugh. “At least one thing has succeeded.”

The surging spiritual energy inside her made her feel astonished. She felt that if she wanted to, this place could be leveled to the ground.

She actually managed to spar with such a monster and even won.

Su Zhao felt a sense of unreality. The smoother things progressed, the more insecure she felt inside.

She looked around, constantly feeling that this was a trap, and Song Yin would suddenly jump out from somewhere, strip her fragmented soul, and shred it.

There was nothing.

Su Zhao laughed. “Self-inflicted fear.”

She got off the bed and then heard footsteps outside the door, so she stopped moving.

Bai Yuzan entered the room carrying Shen Yirong on her back. Looking up, she saw the awake Song Yin.

Bai Yuzan showed a look of relief. “You’re finally awake.”

Su Zhao chuckled. “Yes.”

Song Yin faintly sensed something, but she hadn’t found a way back yet.

This was a house she hadn’t seen in Master’s dream, not one story per person, but a detached building.

Eleven had protected her, and her soul was undamaged.

Looking at the golden sphere suspended before her, Song Yin watched the few people walking closer and talking and laughing in the distance.

Song Yin raised an eyebrow. “Hide.”

Eleven flew up to the roof.

Song Yin looked left and right and finally slipped into the wind chime by the window.

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