Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 21

Chapter 21: You’re Going to Eat Me?

Shen Yirong woke up to find only the floral scent remaining in the room, suggesting Song Yin had left not long ago.

Her clothes were intact, and she felt quite refreshed after a dreamless, good night’s sleep.

Shen Yirong didn’t understand what Song Yin was thinking now. Just watching her sleep and doing nothing else?

Although this was the result she hoped for, she still felt something was off, especially since the other person’s tone yesterday clearly showed disgust.

Is it still because of this face?

Remembering that Song Yin asked her to wait at the main hall, she quickly put on her shoes, straightened her hair, and rushed over.

On the way, she met Li Xiu and walked with her.

“Cleansing marrow and spiritual conduit, no wonder,” Li Xiu suddenly understood.

Seeing her reaction, Shen Yirong curiously asked, “What do you mean?”

Li Xiu smiled lightly, “The Venerable One went to the Great Peace Sect yesterday.”

Shen Yirong somewhat understood what was going on. At first glance, this really looked like the ‘demon consort’ plotline was being followed.

She felt some concern for the Great Peace Sect, but being deep within the Demonic Palace, she couldn’t voice it, so she remained silent.

The Inner Palace was quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps and voices. Shen Yirong’s biggest impression of this place was its emptiness, devoid of human presence.

She then remembered Song Yin’s other women in the harem; she hadn’t seen any of them.

After some contemplation, she asked, “Does the Venerable One not have other women by her side?”

“She does, but they don’t live in the same area as you.”

Shen Yirong suddenly became curious, “Besides me, who does the Venerable One treat the best?”

Li Xiu answered quickly, “The Venerable One is only special towards you, but there is one Mistress you should be mindful of. She is deeply infatuated with the Venerable One and might pose a threat to you.”

“That Mistress often wears purple clothes, has a mole at the corner of her right eye, and is a Heaven-grade cultivation vessel who recently entered the palace. Her surname is Zhai and her given name is Wenxu.”

Hearing the words “Heaven-grade,” Shen Yirong felt a bit displeased. She still disliked the practice of grading people like objects.

Unfortunately, she was also a cultivation vessel.

Thinking that she would also be entangled in Song Yin’s romantic troubles, Shen Yirong became even more unhappy.

She still needed to escape, cultivate properly, and then escape.

Shen Yirong straightened up, looking forward to the Cleansing Marrow and Spiritual Conduit even more.

When Shen Yirong arrived, the main hall doors were wide open, but Song Yin was nowhere to be seen inside. Shen Yirong stood outside to wait.

While bored, she heard a faint sound of bells. Shen Yirong looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman in purple luxurious robes, with a mole at the corner of her right eye, walking towards her.

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but twitch her mouth. She suspected Li Xiu was a jinx.

The purple-clad woman stared intensely at her face for a long time. Her gaze gradually turned from gentle to sharp.

As expected of Song Yin’s romantic trouble, what strong hostility. Shen Yirong felt like she was being stabbed to death by her eyes.

Shen Yirong smiled in a gesture of friendliness, as one doesn’t hit a person who is smiling, though her smile was a bit stiff.

“Heh, what an ugly smile. Wasted that face.”

Shen Yirong stopped smiling, “Sister Zhai, are you here to see the Venerable One?”

Zhai Wenxu sneered, “Not to see the Venerable One, but to see you?”

This person’s words were barbed. Shen Yirong couldn’t cope. If she were really Song Yin’s demon consort, she would definitely file a serious complaint with Song Yin.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t. Song Yin wouldn’t stick up for her, so it was better to be quiet and avoid trouble.

Shen Yirong turned her head and pretended to be a wooden dummy with her eyes closed.

But Zhai Wenxu had no intention of letting her go, “Xu Lang’s leg was your doing.”

Shen Yirong opened her eyes at this, showing some confusion, “What happened to Xu Lang’s leg?”

Zhai Wenxu’s eyes grew more fierce, “That day, he argued with you. When he returned, his calves became itchy. In just one night, everything below his knees rotted away. The medical cultivator said he was cursed.”

Shen Yirong was genuinely surprised, “Ah? That’s terrible. But this really has nothing to do with me. I am very timid.”

Zhai Wenxu’s smile was somewhat distorted, “You are indeed timid. If I had done it, I would have turned everything below his neck into a pile of rotten flesh.”

Beautiful woman… you’re getting a little aggressive.

Shen Yirong hugged herself and retreated in fear, “You want to turn me into a pile of rotten flesh? The Venerable One wouldn’t allow that.”

Zhai Wenxu let out a cold laugh, “You don’t actually believe the Venerable One likes you, do you?”

“The Venerable One hates her Master to the bone. Now, she is only using you to humiliate the Sword Venerable. When she gets tired of playing, your end won’t be any better than the Sword Venerable’s.”

She then calmed down, gently tempting her, “Why don’t you run away, leave this place?”

So that was her plan.

Shen Yirong twitched her mouth. Did Zhai Wenxu think she didn’t want to escape? If she could escape, she would have run off overnight without a moment’s hesitation.

Shen Yirong’s good temper was gone. She remembered her persona and immediately turned cold, refusing.

“I know this naturally. How the Venerable One treats me is irrelevant. As long as I can stay by her side, it’s enough. If one day I am killed by the Venerable One because of this face, I will have no regrets.”

Zhai Wenxu looked at her with disbelief, “You’re insane!”

Shen Yirong looked at her hysterical appearance, thinking Zhai Wenxu seemed more like the insane one.

“I am not insane. I am fully aware of what I am doing.”

Shen Yirong lowered her eyes, unwilling to deal with Zhai Wenxu further.

She didn’t quite understand this kind of madness for one person. What if such feelings were unreciprocated?

Besides, the Venerable One probably wouldn’t like this type of girl, right?

Thinking that her own devotion was fake and the other’s was real, Shen Yirong kindly offered advice, “You and I are not enemies. If you want the Venerable One to like you, perhaps you should change your temperament.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the other’s face twisted again. She glared at Shen Yirong fiercely, turned, and left.

Shen Yirong blinked. She hadn’t expected the person to just talk big. She had been mentally preparing for a fight.

She sighed, “So tiring.”

“Tiring from what?”

Song Yin’s voice suddenly appeared behind her, but Shen Yirong was already used to her unpredictable appearances.

Shen Yirong turned, “When did the Venerable One arrive?”

Song Yin was still in red robes, “You smiled at someone just now.”

Cold sweat broke out on Shen Yirong, “Please punish me, Venerable One.”

Song Yin only stared at her, “The punishment will be deferred. It’s not too late to punish you when I’ve decided what it will be.”

After speaking, she stepped into the hall and called, “Follow me.”

Shen Yirong quickly followed.

Meanwhile, Zhai Wenxu went to the Heaven Nurturing Pavilion in the Outer Palace. Inside the pavilion, a woman in a green robe with a serious expression was treating a patient. Zhai Wenxu leaned against the door, waiting.

After the patient left, the medical cultivator took off her gloves and cleaned her hands.

Zhai Wenxu unceremoniously sat in the seat reserved for the patient, “I need medical attention.”

The medical cultivator chuckled, “Miss, what ailment could you possibly have?”

“Heart ailment.”

Seeing her distress, the medical cultivator closed the door to the pavilion and took her pulse, her brow slowly furrowing.

She sighed and used voice transmission: Did you go see Shen Yi?

Zhai Wenxu looked exhausted, only saying: That Song person is humiliating the Sword Venerable so much. That Shen Yi is also incredibly stupid.

The medical cultivator frowned, advising: You and I are the only spies from the Great Peace Sect. I know the Sword Venerable showed you kindness. Please endure this for now.

Zhai Wenxu naturally knew this. She said distractedly, “That’s not the Sword Venerable. The Sword Venerable’s body naturally possesses Sword Intent.”

The medical cultivator quickly covered her mouth, “Don’t say any more.”

The Sword Venerable’s body naturally carried Sword Intent, allowing her to comprehend myriad sword techniques. This physique was linked to the Sword Venerable’s soul. But Zhai Wenxu had seen that the person was merely a cultivation vessel with worrisome aptitude.

And a cultivation vessel with the Sword Venerable’s face who was madly in love with the Sword Venerable’s enemy.

The medical cultivator saw her sudden despair and advised with sympathy, “She is already dead. Can you let go?”

“…I can’t.”

“Achoo!” Shen Yirong rubbed her nose. She hadn’t expected the main hall to have a secret chamber. The air wasn’t circulating here, and the medicinal smell hadn’t dispersed. She was choked by it.

Song Yin didn’t look back. She methodically placed various spiritual herbs into a pot of boiling water. The originally clear water slowly turned crimson like blood.

The water was also glowing. The red light reflected on Shen Yirong’s face, and for a moment, Shen Yirong felt that she would be the next ingredient.

Shen Yirong looked at the pot of bubbling soup, thinking it looked very much like the spicy hot pot she used to eat in her modern life.

After dropping the last spiritual medicine into the water, the water’s color became even more scarlet, making the environment look even more like hell.

Song Yin waved her hand. The liquid in the pot flew into a bathtub, but the water was still gurgling and bubbling.

“Get in,” Song Yin’s voice was flat.

Shen Yirong stared at the gurgling, concentrated soup, dumbfounded.

Huh?

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