Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Exposure, Fulfill Your Duty as a Cultivation Vessel

Wasn’t the water temperature going to be lowered? Or was this actually a new torture devised by Song Yin?

Shen Yirong slowly walked towards the edge of the bathtub. Even though it wasn’t over a fire, the water was still bubbling.

“Pop!” A bubble burst. Shen Yirong vividly imagined her skin tearing open if she stepped in.

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but turn back, “Venerable One.”

Song Yin smiled, a smile of icy coldness, “Didn’t you say you were willing to die for me?”

As soon as she said this, Shen Yirong knew that Song Yin was aware of the argument she had with Zhai Wenxu.

I was just saying it; why did this person take it seriously?

I should have set the persona bar lower. Now I can neither advance nor retreat.

Begging for mercy would certainly ruin the deeply devoted persona, but she didn’t sense Song Yin’s killing intent, so this water should only look terrifying, right?

The arrow was nocked; she had to shoot.

Shen Yirong began to slowly and reluctantly take off her clothes, but then she remembered Song Yin was still there, so her hand stopped.

Would asking Song Yin to leave ruin the persona, too?

Although their roles were reversed in this life, in Shen Yirong’s heart, Song Yin was still her disciple.

No matter how I think about it, this doesn’t feel right.

Shen Yirong’s hand clenched and released at her collar, then clenched and released again. Finally, she couldn’t resist casting a pitiful look at Song Yin.

Song Yin’s expression was as usual: one of disdain.

She looked displeased, but her mouth said, “What? Want me to help you?”

Shen Yirong’s face instantly became redder than the water. She first tested the water temperature. Finding it not scalding, she immediately took off her clothes and stepped into the tub.

She only exposed the upper half of her face, staring at Song Yin with accusing eyes.

Song Yin sneered, “Self-centered. Why would I be interested in your body?”

Shen Yirong showed a little feigned sadness.

However, she quickly had no time for acting. All the bones and muscles in her body felt like they were being dismantled and reassembled. A cry of pain became a luxury.

She lost her strength and sank into the water, but a hand pulled her back up.

Looking at Song Yin’s cold eyes, Shen Yirong wanted to thank her, but a new wave of agony surged through her.

Song Yin watched her furrowed brows.

Master used to look like this when she was in pain, too.

Before she realized it, she had reached out and smoothed the furrow on the other’s brow.

She snatched her hand back as if shocked by electricity. Song Yin lowered her eyes, “It’s not too late to give up now.”

Shen Yirong couldn’t hear her clearly, but she could feel the spiritual energy flowing much smoother inside her.

Shen Yirong only felt a lot of noise. She seemed to hear the clang of a sword, and the feeling was very strange.

It was as if someone was calling her.

“Master.”

Shen Yirong was startled. She opened her eyes and saw Song Yin’s face. She hesitated for a moment.

“Did the Venerable One just call me?”

Song Yin let go directly. Unprepared, Shen Yirong sank into the water again.

She flailed twice in the water and finally surfaced, only to have her head covered by the clothes Song Yin threw at her. Her vision blocked, she almost sank again.

“Put your clothes on.” Song Yin left the secret chamber.

Shen Yirong pulled herself out of the tub. She scrambled to put on her clothes and then chased after the other person.

Seeing Song Yin’s back, she quickened her pace to follow right behind.

The cleansing of marrow and spiritual conduit was painful, but the benefits afterward were immense.

Her originally narrow spiritual meridians had widened by more than double. The spiritual energy flow was no longer sluggish, and even her vision, smell, and hearing had significantly strengthened.

She heard the wind from a distance and the heartbeat close by.

Listening to Song Yin’s heartbeat, she unconsciously exited the main hall.

“Master.”

This time the voice was clearer. Song Yin could even distinguish it as a clear female voice.

Shen Yirong looked around, only to see Song Yin’s expression suddenly change.

Before she could react, Song Yin vanished on the spot, leaving Shen Yirong standing still in a daze.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the tightly closed windows of the main hall, causing them to rattle loudly.

Many terrifying scenes flashed through Shen Yirong’s mind. She swallowed hard and ran out of the main hall.

She ran all the way back until Not Black circled her legs, which finally allowed her numb brain to regain reason.

She was annoyed when she thought of her clumsy, embarrassing rush just now, “What was that about? Why didn’t I just use a magic technique?”

Shen Yirong felt full of energy. She was eager to test her current body.

Excited, she broke off a dead branch, but as soon as she handled it, she noticed something was different.

In the past, when she wielded a sword, she always felt she was born for the sword. Now it was different…

She felt that the sword in her hand was born for her, even though what she held was only a dead branch.

Did the cleansing of marrow and spiritual conduit have such an effect?

The books Shen Yirong read in her past life had no similar description, leaving her slightly confused about her current body.

She stopped dwelling on it and began to wield the “sword” lightly.

The body of the sword trembled. The formerly silent Tracing Rain Sword suddenly burst into light. It continuously hummed, shaking left and right to escape the bondage of the chains.

But the chains were no ordinary object either; they wrapped tightly around the sword body like spiritual snakes.

This was the scene when Song Yin arrived.

A gust of sword wind struck towards her. Song Yin dodged by tilting her head, only having a few strands of hair cut off.

The high and mighty Demon Venerable showed no anger at the offense, only staring intently at the sword, her face revealing near-crazed joy.

The newly awakened Tracing Rain Sword was still no match for the chains. Its struggling movements grew smaller, and its glow dimmed.

Song Yin anxiously removed the chains. Freed from its restraints, the Tracing Rain Sword shone brightly and flew out of the cave dwelling with a whoosh.

Song Yin followed Tracing Rain.

She was very familiar with this path. Recently, she always came here. She came here when startled awake from long dreams and unconsciously came here when returning from the palace.

She hid her form and restrained Tracing Rain.

Shen Yirong was unaware of this. She was still brandishing the dead branch in her hand, but unfortunately, she was interrupted by the dog.

Not Black circled around her, barking nonstop.

Shen Yirong couldn’t continue, so she picked up the puppy. She smiled and scratched the dog’s chin, “Are you hungry?”

Not Black whimpered, turned its head, and barked toward the sky outside the courtyard, but after the bark, it shrank into Shen Yirong’s arms, whining softly.

Shen Yirong was confused, looking at the little cotton ball trembling like a sieve. She looked up.

It was Song Yin.

But why was Song Yin looking at her with that kind of gaze? That terrifying gaze that seemed ready to swallow her whole.

She quickly knelt down, “V-Venerable One.”

The Tracing Rain Sword struggled twice and then ceased movement, seeming to turn into common iron.

Song Yin put it away, then looked at the dog in Shen Yirong’s arms.

So annoying.

Shen Yirong was looking down and didn’t see it, but she felt the other person’s gaze become more dangerous.

Then, a hand lifted her chin. But this time was different from before. Song Yin gently stroked her cheek, as if her face was some fragile, rare treasure.

Shen Yirong broke out in goosebumps from the touching. She suddenly remembered what Song Yin had said before: that she used human skin to maintain her complexion.

Could it really be true?

Shen Yirong felt completely creeped out. Suddenly, the hand stopped.

“You did something that made me very angry.”

Shen Yirong’s spirit snapped to attention. She thought carefully. Could it be because I smiled at the dog?

What a petty woman!

Shen Yirong lowered her head submissively, “Please let the Venerable One mete out the punishment.”

Song Yin looked at her and said fiercely, “Since that is the case, then I will fine you one year’s worth of spirit stones.”

Shen Yirong was shocked. In her astonishment, she didn’t hear the playful teasing hidden beneath the fierce tone.

One year?

How was she going to cultivate this year? How was she going to escape without cultivating?

Ah!!

Shen Yirong instantly burst into tears. She grabbed Song Yin’s calf, crying piteously, “Venerable One, Venerable One, please change the punishment! You can beat me!”

Not Black was put down and immediately ran to hide in its nest.

This scenario is so familiar, Shen Yirong thought sadly. It looks like the spirit stones won’t be coming back.

But Song Yin didn’t push her away as usual. Instead, she laughed softly, “Alright.”

Shen Yirong stopped crying. She looked up at Song Yin’s face.

Song Yin was smiling, not a cold smile or a sarcastic one. She seemed very happy. That cold face looked almost amiable.

She whispered close to Shen Yirong’s ear, “Then fulfill your duty as a cultivation vessel.”

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