Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Love Me You Are Master

Shen Yirong’s mind exploded with a boom.

Didn’t Song Yin greatly despise her? During the marrow cleansing, she said she wasn’t interested. It hadn’t even been half an hour, and she changed her mind?

Could you please reenact that part about “Why would this Venerable One be interested in your body”?

Although her heart was churning, Shen Yirong still wanted to fight for her dignity. She pretended to be fragile, “Venerable One, you don’t have to force yourself.”

Song Yin raised an eyebrow, “Force myself?”

Shen Yirong’s entire face was screaming, “I am not worthy.”

But the hand pinching her face suddenly tightened. Shen Yirong heard Song Yin’s gritted voice, “There is no room for negotiation.”

Shen Yirong endured the pain with a frown. As soon as her brow furrowed, Song Yin smoothed it for her, and the pressure on her cheeks disappeared.

For the first time in a long while, Shen Yirong detected a hint of tenderness in the other person’s actions.

It was so gentle that she thought she had returned to the time before Song Yin’s demonization.

However, the very next sentence shattered all her illusions.

“Tonight at the hour of midnight. Do not make this Venerable One wait.”

Song Yin left the courtyard. She waved her hand and placed a barrier around Shen Yirong’s residence.

Just as she was about to leave, she turned around. In the courtyard, Shen Yirong lay on the ground, her expression unreadable.

As Song Yin’s presence vanished, Shen Yirong finally lifted her head. She sat on the ground in a daze, unable to understand why Song Yin had left only to return changed like this.

The puppy barked twice at the spot where Song Yin disappeared, looking very fierce.

Shen Yirong watched her helplessly.

She truly no longer had the mind to practice swordplay. Midnight was still far away. In this Demonic Palace, the only person who genuinely cared for her was Huang Li.

Shen Yirong crawled up from the ground. She took two steps and then stopped. Going to find Huang Li now would only cause her trouble.

With this thought, Shen Yirong entered her room.

When her mind was unsettled, she thought of many things. Her current distress was caused by Song Yin, so it was Song Yin who kept intruding on her thoughts.

“Thump thump!”

After a knock on the door, Qi Wu’s voice came from outside, “Mistress, may I come in?”

Shen Yirong got up and opened the door.

Qi Wu stood at the doorway, her eyes full of admiration when she looked at Shen Yirong.

Shen Yirong felt uncomfortable under her gaze. She stepped aside slightly, making a gesture of invitation, “Protector Qi, please come in.”

Seeing Shen Yirong about to pour tea, Qi Wu quickly stopped her, “Mistress, there is no need. I was entrusted by the Venerable One to bring you something.”

Shen Yirong, having watched too many TV dramas, immediately thought of a white silk cord, poisoned wine, or a dagger.

She smiled bitterly, “What did the Venerable One ask you to bring?”

Qi Wu took out a set of clothes from her spatial ring. The style of the clothes was very familiar. The high collar had designer knots, not the usual round shape, but small, emerald swords.

The plain white robe also had the subtle pattern of a sword, and the belt was a light emerald silk rope, along with a chopstick.

Shen Yirong stared at the chopstick. She felt her breathing grow ragged.

This was, without a doubt, the set of clothes she often wore in her previous life.

In fact, the uniforms of the Great Peace Sect were not like this. That chopstick was an absolute necessity. She had to sustain both her sword and her body. Even as the Sword Venerable, she was a poor Sword Venerable, especially since her body was like a leaking sieve.

So, she had entrusted the Sect Master to sell her hairpins.

At that time, she was so poor she even considered picking off the buttons of her clothes to sell, but she never went through with it.

Shen Yirong’s face turned green when she saw this set of clothes. What was the meaning of this?

Qi Wu was still smiling, “The Venerable One said to wear this set of clothes to see her.”

Shen Yirong nearly choked. She said with difficulty, “Did the Venerable One give any other instructions?”

“Yes.”

Qi Wu took out a portrait from her spatial ring. The woman in the portrait was sitting on a lotus platform with her eyes closed. Swords were densely plunged all around the platform. That wasn’t the point. The point was that the person in the painting was the Sword Venerable, and Shen Yirong knew this painting.

This painting used to hang in her room.

Ah!!!

Shen Yirong did not understand. Shen Yirong did not get it. Why were the book and the painting from her room now in the Demonic Palace?

Wait, could this set of clothes also be…?

Shen Yirong almost wanted to rush over and examine the clothes thoroughly, but since someone was there, she could only continue to maintain her composure.

With a stiff face, she tried her best to hide her emotions, “Does the Venerable One have any more instructions?”

“Mistress is truly perceptive, there is one more.”

Qi Wu saw Shen Yirong’s unpleasant expression and knew she had angered her, so she said with a forced smile, “The Venerable One said she doesn’t like liars.”

Shen Yirong’s face turned pale. These familiar items seemed to be Song Yin’s hints to her.

She suddenly understood something.

Song Yin suspected her, or perhaps she had already confirmed her identity.

After giving all the instructions, Qi Wu excused herself.

When she was alone, Shen Yirong picked up the clothes on the table. She first checked the left cuff, and when she saw the carefully sewn patch, she lost all her strength.

This truly was her clothing.

In her past life, when Song Yin was out on a training trip, she tried to decoct medicine herself. But after a little while, she became dizzy, and a spark from the stove burned a hole in her clothes.

This robe was not some magical artifact, so Shen Yirong took it off and casually left it in the room. When Song Yin returned and saw it, she sewed the cuff back up.

Shen Yirong sighed. She locked the doors and windows before changing into her former clothes.

Late at night, Li Xiu arrived with a lantern. This Protector’s smile seemed even brighter than usual, “Mistress Shen.”

Shen Yirong followed Li Xiu all the way. This time, they did not go to the main hall, but to a floating pavilion on the east side of the Inner Palace. The pavilion was secured by layers of restrictions, making it even more heavily guarded than the main hall.

“I will escort you this far.” Li Xiu bowed slightly and then flew away.

Shen Yirong looked at the vermillion gate. Under the clear moonlight, she thought she heard the sound of running water.

Midnight was fast approaching. Shen Yirong hesitated but pushed the door open nonetheless. The warm yellow candlelight illuminated the interior. Wind chimes softly tinkled by the window, and a faint fragrance filled the room.

The wind chimes were made of strung-together dried plant seeds. The sound was not as crisp as ordinary wind chimes but had a unique feel.

Shen Yirong had no mind to listen, for these were also things from her past life.

This place was identical to her residence in the Great Peace Sect. Even the placement of the tables, chairs, and tea sets was the same.

Shen Yirong heard Song Yin’s footsteps. Usually, she couldn’t hear them. Shen Yirong felt that Song Yin was intentionally letting her hear them now.

She immediately knelt, “I respectfully greet the Venerable One.”

“Look up.”

Shen Yirong obeyed. A look of astonishment flashed across her face.

Song Yin seemed to have just bathed, her hair was loose behind her, only tied at the ends with a white ribbon. She was not wearing her usual high-collared clothing. Droplets of water from her bath clung to her collarbone. As Shen Yirong watched, one droplet just slid down.

Shen Yirong lowered her eyes to the floor. Doing so, she noticed that Song Yin was barefoot.

She slightly closed her eyes, not daring to look anywhere now.

“Why close your eyes? Are you afraid to look at this Venerable One?”

Song Yin’s usually cold voice carried a hint of mockery.

Shen Yirong sighed inwardly, “This lowly one dares not offend you.”

Song Yin stared fixedly at the back of the person in front of her. The Tracing Rain Sword would never mistake its Master, so this person had to be Master.

Haha. After searching for so long, she was right by my side?

To toy with me like this.

“Look up, do not make me tell you over and over.”

Shen Yirong sensed the anger in the command. She obediently looked up, reached out, and held Song Yin’s right hand, which was hanging by her side, then gently leaned closer.

Song Yin’s hand was warm, but Shen Yirong’s heart could not warm up.

After much thought during the day, she realized her current personality was very different from the Master Song Yin remembered. Regardless of why Song Yin suspected her, maintaining the humility expected of a cultivation vessel was enough.

Song Yin looked at the person before her, who was so docile she seemed to have no temper. She had a face similar to Master’s and wore Master’s former clothes, but the expression in her eyes was nothing like Master.

Is this really my Master? Would my Master kneel on the ground and beg for my favor like this?

Making this person wear Master’s clothes seemed to have been a mistake.

Master was a chilling wind; getting too close would scrape you, not like this current softness.

She almost couldn’t resist throwing the person away, but the Tracing Rain Sword would not be wrong about its Master.

Song Yin hooked her chin up, looking directly into Shen Yirong’s eyes, then suddenly smiled, “Do you know what this Venerable One is thinking?”

“The Venerable One said not to guess your thoughts.”

Song Yin had indeed said that. She looked at Shen Yirong’s eyes and slowly spoke, “This Venerable One also said she hates liars.”

Song Yin’s eyes grew sharper, “Who are you?”

She’s going crazy, Shen Yirong thought Song Yin was close to madness.

Shen Yirong raised her eyes and met her gaze, her eyes clear, “This lowly one is Shen Yi, the Venerable One’s cultivation vessel.”

Song Yin pushed her away, “No, you are not Shen Yi. You are the Sword Venerable, you are Shen Yirong.”

Song Yin’s oppressive aura spread out. The vase in the room shattered. Shen Yirong was frightened but also felt a pang of heartache.

But Song Yin’s tone did not seem to be entirely hatred; there seemed to be a deep-seated hope.

Shen Yirong keenly sensed something. She sat up straight on her knees, as if she had seen right through Song Yin, “Does the Venerable One wish for me to be the Sword Venerable?”

Song Yin did not speak. Her previous outburst seemed to have been Shen Yirong’s illusion.

The danger had not passed. Shen Yirong seemed utterly fearless, “If the Venerable One wishes for me to be the Sword Venerable, then this lowly one can become the Sword Venerable.”

Song Yin sneered, “Become the Sword Venerable? Do you know the Sword Venerable?”

Shen Yirong nodded, “I do. The Sword Venerable is the Venerable One’s enemy, a despicable and shameless villain!”

“Silence!”

Shen Yirong quickly flattened herself on the floor, “Venerable One, please calm your anger.”

Anger surged, and Song Yin’s inner demon showed signs of rising again, but it retreated because Shen Yirong was nearby.

Shen Yirong felt like she was walking a tightrope. She truly couldn’t gauge Song Yin’s intentions. She was clearly insulting the person Song Yin supposedly hated, yet she got angry.

Song Yin seemed to walk past her.

Shen Yirong waited nervously.

Suddenly, she heard Song Yin let out a soft laugh, “Since you are Shen Yi, then come forward and lick the back of this Venerable One’s feet.”

Shen Yirong stiffened. When she looked up at Song Yin, she saw the mockery in her eyes.

Shen Yirong’s hesitation excited Song Yin even more. She taunted, “What? As this Venerable One’s cultivation vessel, can’t you even do this little thing?”

“Yes.”

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