Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Cauldron.

 

Shen Yirong was reborn.

 

After being pierced through the heart by her disciple, she was reborn as her disciple’s cultivation cauldron.

 

Song Yin, who had become the Demon Lord, had thousands of concubines. Shen Yirong was reborn as the lowest-ranked and least favored cauldron among them, having failed to see the Lord’s face for two years since entering the palace.

 

And there were plenty of others like her in the Demon Palace.

 

Shen Yirong looked at the face reflected in the water, a face strikingly similar to her previous life. She raised her sleeve to cover it.

 

If Song Yin saw this face, she would surely tear her limb from limb to vent her hatred.

 

Fortunately, no one paid attention to her, the lowest-ranked cauldron. The spirit stones given by the Demon Palace monthly were plentiful, perfect for cultivation.

 

Someone patted her shoulder. Shen Yirong, lost in worry, jumped in surprise. She turned her head and saw a woman dressed in goose-yellow, looking like a doll cabbage.

 

“Shen Yi, what’s wrong? The Lord’s birthday is approaching. Why aren’t you embroidering a sachet?”

 

If Shen Yirong didn’t know this was the Demon Palace, she would have thought she had transmigrated into a palace drama. But this was pretty similar to a palace drama.

 

These lowest-ranked cauldrons lived four people to a small courtyard, but each had her own room. The goose-yellow clad woman had the best relationship with the original owner. She had been taking care of the original owner ever since she fell and hit her head.

 

Shen Yirong knew the other person was kind, but her embroidery skills were truly terrible. When she was the Sword Venerable, she tried to embroider a phoenix but it looked like a fat duck. Only the Sect Leader, out of doting affection, praised her fat duck as being unparalleled in heaven and earth.

 

Recalling the past, she gave an awkward smile, “My head still hurts. I can’t do such detailed work yet. How’s your embroidery, Sister Huang?”

 

Huang Li took out the embroidered pouch she was working on, which featured two brocade carp.

 

Huang Li was an embroiderer before entering the Demon Palace. Her hometown was affected by war. She was lucky to be rescued by a minor protector of the Demon Palace and was later chosen to be a cauldron.

 

Being the Demon Lord’s cauldron meant no worries about food and clothing and being far from outside disturbances. Since they weren’t favored, they didn’t have to try hard to please the Demon Lord, and life was quite comfortable.

 

If it weren’t for this face, Shen Yirong would truly settle down. Unfortunately, she was living a cautious life as a mere sloth.

 

But this person had a detached, simple nature. Why was she suddenly thinking about vying for favor?

 

Shen Yirong didn’t want to bother with such things. She only wanted to save enough spirit stones for cultivation and try to leave this place as soon as possible.

 

But at this rate, it would take about fifty years to leave.

 

Huang Li put her pouch away. She looked at Shen Yirong’s lost-in-thought profile and sighed with emotion, “A face like yours is wasted here. If the Lord saw you, she would definitely be pleased.”

 

Shen Yirong’s scalp tingled. She gave an awkward smile, “How could the Lord be such a shallow person who can’t move when she sees a pretty face?”

 

While saying this, she was inwardly contemptuous. In the later part of the original novel, Song Yin was exactly such a lustful person. Everyone with a bit of good looks was taken into her harem.

 

In her previous life, Shen Yirong had said she would rather die than be a part of that harem. The darn system seemed to have granted her wish.

 

But the regrettable thing was that she was just an ordinary person now, and she didn’t want to die.

 

Seeing Shen Yirong looking troubled, Huang Li stopped teasing her.

 

Huang Li had good connections and was well-informed, and she wasn’t stingy about sharing information with Shen Yirong.

 

Her face carried a worried expression, “Be careful lately. I heard from the Protector that someone from the Taian Sect has infiltrated the Demon Palace recently.”

 

Hearing the name Taian Sect, a hint of interest appeared on Shen Yirong’s listless face.

 

“Isn’t Taian Sect an immortal righteous sect? We haven’t done anything bad, so why should we be afraid?”

 

Huang Li sighed, “This story goes back to the death of the Taian Sect’s Sword Venerable.”

 

“Huh?” Shen Yirong was stunned.

 

Shen Yirong’s lack of understanding gave Huang Li great satisfaction, and her enthusiasm for telling the story increased.

 

“You don’t know this, but our Lord was originally the only disciple under the Taian Sword Venerable. But for some unknown reason, that Sword Venerable was always harsh on the Lord, eventually forcing the Lord to become a demon.”

 

Shen Yirong wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, “This Sword Venerable is truly inhuman.”

 

Huang Li also felt indignant, “Exactly! But guess why she treated the Lord like that?”

 

What else could it be? It was just a miserable transmigrator coerced by the system to do things against her will.

 

But Shen Yirong couldn’t say any of this. If she did, she would be treated as a lunatic. Furthermore, transmigration was similar to body snatching, which was explicitly forbidden in the cultivation world.

 

Even if it wasn’t her original intention.

 

Seeing Shen Yirong frown, Huang Li didn’t keep her in suspense. She leaned in mysteriously and whispered into Shen Yirong’s ear, “I heard that the Sword Venerable fell in love with the Lord at first sight. Her love turned to hatred when it wasn’t reciprocated, twisting her mind into a heart demon.”

 

Shen Yirong: !

 

Did the Sword Venerable herself know about this?

 

Shen Yirong found it absurd. She anxiously explained, “No way. This Sword Venerable practiced the Path of Heartlessness before. That’s impossible.”

 

Seeing her information questioned, Huang Li immediately became angry, “You haven’t even met the Sword Venerable. Why are you so certain? Believe my news; everyone in the Demon Palace knows it.”

 

Shen Yirong was provoked by the last sentence. She silently covered her face with her sleeve. After a moment, she pulled the sleeve away.

 

She wasn’t the Sword Venerable, so it wasn’t embarrassing. It wasn’t embarrassing.

 

A moment later, she was angry again. The fact that this rumor spread so widely in the Demon Palace must have been tacitly allowed by Song Yin.

 

Does she hate me that much? She’s trying to ruin my reputation even after I’m dead!

 

Shen Yirong angrily pulled out the weeds on the ground and threw them into the water.

 

But the fact that someone from the Taian Sect had infiltrated meant she could find this person and have them take her away from the Demon Palace, didn’t it?

 

Huang Li saw Shen Yirong’s angry expression and thought she had spoken too harshly. She softened her tone and coaxed, “Alright, in any case, the Taian Sect and the Demon Palace have been at odds since the Sword Venerable’s death. If you encounter them, remember not to approach. If necessary, pretend to be dead.”

 

Shen Yirong nodded vigorously, looking very obedient, but her thoughts were the complete opposite.

 

Afterward, Shen Yirong followed Huang Li and tried to embroider for a while. Seeing that her embroidered fish was tending towards being overweight, she stopped and watched Huang Li embroider.

 

It wasn’t until the moon climbed high that the two returned to their respective rooms.

 

The candlelight was extinguished, but Shen Yirong lay in bed, unable to sleep. She touched her chest and involuntarily recalled Song Yin’s voice.

 

Liar.

 

Shen Yirong rested her hands behind her head. After that one word, “Liar,” her mind was flooded with memories of Song Yin.

 

She was indeed a liar. Her actions and words in front of Song Yin were all fake.

 

Shen Yirong was irritated by the thoughts swirling in her head. She abruptly sat up and looked at the moonlight on the floor.

 

Forget it. The current Song Yin is not the same Song Yin as before.

 

Shen Yirong took out the black cloth from under her pillow, covered her face, and sneakily climbed out the window towards the outer perimeter of the Demon Palace.

 

In the dark night, the cauldron went exploring.

 

Before the Taian Sect person arrived, she could try to rely on herself. She was quite knowledgeable about enchantments. What if she found a flaw in this one?

 

Although she would miss the salary of being a cauldron.

 

With a sigh, Shen Yirong chose the desolate areas. Fortunately, the place where they lived was not the core of the Demon Palace, so the guards were relatively weak.

 

Walking another three hundred meters to the south, Shen Yirong suddenly felt a chaotic spiritual energy.

 

She stopped in place. She looked around but didn’t see anything unusual, yet the spiritual energy was very distinct.

 

How could there be such pure spiritual energy in this Demon Palace? But it also smells very chaotic, seemingly unstable.

 

Shen Yirong thought for a moment and came up with a guess.

 

Could it be the person from the Taian Sect? Are they injured?

 

Shen Yirong immediately became anxious. She still relied on this person to escape.

 

The spiritual energy in the air suddenly fluctuated. Shen Yirong’s eyes narrowed.

 

Taian Sect’s spatial secret art!

 

Shen Yirong was even more certain of her guess. She rummaged through her clothes pouch and reluctantly took out ten high-grade spirit stones to set up a formation.

 

As the formation glowed, the spirit stones were instantly drained. The scenery in front of her opened up like a zipper, revealing a different world.

 

Unlike the quiet desolation outside the Demon Palace, it was daytime in this space. She could smell the scent of flowers, and after a screen of trees, there was the sound of water.

 

Entering someone else’s space was a very rude act. Shen Yirong muttered, “My apologies.”

 

She lifted her leg and walked in, but unexpectedly, the space closed by itself after she entered.

 

Shen Yirong came back to her senses and heard a woman’s suppressed voice.

 

The fragrance here was overwhelmingly strong. Shen Yirong’s stomach was churning from the smell. After a while, her steps became unsteady, as if she had been drinking.

 

What is this? It smells like a charm poison?

 

Her whole body was tingling, and her breathing was rapid. Shen Yirong quickly chanted the Heart-Clearing Mantra twice. After the chanting, the flush on her face subsided.

 

It was normal for demon cultivators to use any means, but Shen Yirong still felt this trick was too much.

 

She spat angrily, her face flushed, and followed the floral scent while chanting the mantra.

 

After passing through the woods, the sound of water became clearer. She saw a pool ahead, and someone was in the pool, their back to her.

 

Shen Yirong had excellent eyesight. She first saw the neat pile of clothes on the bank, knowing that it was highly disrespectful to approach now, so she stopped and turned around.

 

Just as she was about to speak, she found herself locked by a surge of murderous intent. Under the powerful pressure, she couldn’t even speak.

 

Shen Yirong was frantic. She desperately wanted to explain.

 

“Who sent you?”

 

The clear voice carried an even heavier killing intent than before, but what terrified Shen Yirong even more was how familiar this voice was.

 

She had heard it countless times before.

 

It’s Song Yin!

 

Despair rose in Shen Yirong’s heart. Isn’t Song Yin a demon? How can she still have spiritual energy?

 

Calm down. The most important thing now is to calm down.

 

The killing intent intensified considerably. Shen Yirong couldn’t bear it and let out a groan. She didn’t know if it was her illusion, but the pressure on her seemed to vanish.

 

It’s not an illusion! Good opportunity!

 

Shen Yirong took out a handful of spirit stones from her pocket, crushed them, and threw them behind her.

 

Her speed increased greatly while fleeing. Shen Yirong didn’t mind using up the spirit stones. She quickly set up a formation, broke open the space, and ran out.

 

The spirit stone powder was suspended in front of Song Yin. She wanted to chase, but suddenly clutched her chest.

 

Red patterns slowly spread from her heart, covering her whole body. She could only watch the retreating figure quickly escape and disappear from her sight.

 

She immersed her body back into the pool. The heart demon slowly receded.

 

Only after the disturbing voice in her mind disappeared did Song Yin slowly regain her sanity. She lay weakly in the water, waiting for her body to recover its strength.

 

She was still thinking about what just happened. Song Yin couldn’t have misheard. The person’s voice was very much like her Master.

 

Is it just the illusion of the frequent heart demons? But there was an auspicious butterfly mark on the person’s neck.

 

That was the cultivation mark of a Demon Palace cauldron.

 

This thing had never appeared in the heart demon illusions before.

 

After thinking for a moment, Song Yin sent a message to the Grand Protector.

 

“Thoroughly investigate the cauldrons in the palace.”