Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Wicked Creature

Compared to her life, this was nothing.

Shen Yirong frantically self hypnotized, and soon her heart became tranquil.

Actually, it wasn’t tranquil, but she was exceptionally good at pretending, so good that Song Yin could only see calm submission on her face.

Seeing Shen Yirong obediently kneeling by her feet, the composure on Song Yin’s face vanished.

It shouldn’t be like this. Master would absolutely not tolerate such an insult. If it were Master, she would have jumped up and fought her to the death.

Song Yin waved her hand, pushing the person away, “Get out!”

Shen Yirong merely rolled a few times. She knelt properly again, gaining a profound understanding of the word capricious.

If only she had mind reading ability, she could see what Song Yin was truly thinking.

“Take off your clothes,” Song Yin commanded calmly.

Shen Yirong’s heart sank. If it was misfortune, she couldn’t avoid it.

She internally mourned her impending loss of chastity for one second, then obediently took off her previous life’s clothes and neatly placed them aside. She reached out to take off the rest but was stopped.

“Stop. Remove your hair accessory.”

Shen Yirong obediently took off the chopstick and placed it on the clothes nearby.

“You just said you wanted to become the Sword Venerable?”

“Yes.”

Song Yin smiled, “Is the Sword Venerable that contemptible in your heart?”

Shen Yirong briefly considered her persona, then spoke with a hint of suppressed anger, “No matter what, she did not treat the Venerable One well.”

“…You do not need to evaluate the past between this Venerable One and her.”

“Yes.”

Song Yin looked at her but truly could not find a trace of her Master. She summoned Tracing Rain with a gesture and pushed the sword toward Shen Yirong.

Suddenly feeling a burst of sword energy, Shen Yirong looked up and saw her former life’s personal sword.

Tracing Rain Sword was already damaged in the past, but now it had more scars and none of the luster she remembered.

Shen Yirong felt a rush of excitement. She hadn’t expected to be reunited with Tracing Rain, but no matter how excited she was, she had to remain calm. This was probably another test from Song Yin.

She played dumb again, “This is?”

Song Yin stared intently at her face, unwilling to miss any expression.

None. Only simple confusion. Tracing Rain Sword also had no reaction, as if everything that happened during the day was an illusion.

Song Yin refused to believe it. She hoped the person in front of her was Master, yet she also felt they were not.

Whether she was or not, perhaps making her pick up the Tracing Rain Sword would reveal the truth.

Song Yin offered no explanation, “Pick it up.”

Shen Yirong reached out as commanded. Just as her fingers touched the hilt, she thought she saw Tracing Rain’s blade light up for an instant.

A joyful female voice rang in her mind, “Master.”

This voice was exactly the same as the ghostly sound she heard today. With Song Yin watching, Shen Yirong did not show undue surprise.

Although she knew Tracing Rain Sword was a Heaven grade treasure, it was so battered in her past life. Before Shen Yirong took Song Yin as a disciple, she had even used Tracing Rain to chop firewood.

Shen Yirong had never heard Tracing Rain speak, thinking the sword spirit had died with its original owner.

While deep in thought, Shen Yirong again felt a dangerous gaze. She knew without looking that it was Song Yin.

“Master, you have been sleeping for so long.”

The sword spirit was so happy. The happier it was, the brighter the Tracing Rain Sword shone. Simultaneously, Song Yin’s gaze became more scorching.

Seeing Song Yin’s look grow increasingly dangerous, Shen Yirong yelled in her mind: Don’t light up!

The sword spirit was startled, its voice turning aggrieved, “Oh.”

Shen Yirong grasped the hilt. The Tracing Rain Sword did not light up. In fact, it looked even older than before.

Looking at the seemingly broken Tracing Rain Sword, Song Yin’s eyes shifted to a different kind of danger. Song Yin, who had been watching the scene unfold, abruptly used a technique to snatch the sword back.

The sword spirit’s voice rang out in her mind again, “Master, save me! This pervert keeps wrapping me in chains!”

Shen Yirong was unable to help. She helplessly replied, I can’t beat her.

Tracing Rain Sword then noticed that something was wrong. After observing carefully, it broke down, weeping and complaining, “Master, you are so weak! You also smell of this pervert! You are tainted!”

Shen Yirong gasped, but she also understood the reason for Song Yin’s sudden suspicion.

She ignored the sword spirit’s wailing in her mind and adopted her usual humble posture, “Is the Venerable One unhappy? Did this lowly one do something wrong?”

“Put away that timid look.”

There was no anger, no joy, just a very calm voice. In that moment, Song Yin seemed to have become much more disheartened.

Shen Yirong dared not speak.

Song Yin seemed to need silence, and Shen Yirong tried her best to minimize her presence.

It was so quiet. Even the wind chimes by the window seemed to sense Song Yin’s mood and stopped ringing.

Shen Yirong was afraid of this kind of silence.

Song Yin suddenly raised her hand, and a gentle breeze shook the wind chimes by the window, producing a faint sound.

Song Yin seemed to come back to life. She was still the high and mighty Demon Venerable. Nothing could defeat her.

She looked back at Shen Yirong, “You cannot become the Sword Venerable. There will only ever be one Sword Venerable.”

“Come here.” Song Yin patted her own leg.

Shen Yirong walked over and obediently lay across her lap. Song Yin’s fingers ran through her dark hair, gathering her scattered strands.

A superior shouldn’t be doing such things. Shen Yirong showed the appropriate fear expected of a cultivation vessel. She wanted to sit up but was forcibly held down by Song Yin, unable to move.

“The Venerable One shouldn’t do this kind of thing.”

“The Sword Venerable shouldn’t be so cowardly.”

Shen Yirong was left speechless. Only after Song Yin’s hand left her head did she tentatively ask, “Venerable One, what was the Sword Venerable like?”

“…She was very proud.”

Those four words.

A mirror flew to Shen Yirong. Her reflection showed her hair styled in the bun she often wore in her past life, but her eyes were gentler and her complexion was better.

“Frown. Make your eyes more ruthless. Press your lips together.”

Shen Yirong did as instructed, until her reflection looked exactly like she did in her previous life.

She heard Song Yin chuckle, “This is the Sword Venerable. You will never be like her.”

Shen Yirong didn’t quite understand, but it seemed the more she resembled her past self, the happier Song Yin became.

She tentatively stood up, took a deep breath, and coldly looked down at Song Yin, “Wicked creature!”

Song Yin was stunned. In that instant, she truly felt like she was being scolded by her Master.

Shen Yirong felt this decision was very risky. She became genuinely afraid and cautiously asked, “Was that not accurate?”

Song Yin regained her composure, but the person in front of her reverted to the cowardly cultivation vessel. Song Yin grabbed her wrist, “Change back.”

Her wrist was squeezed painfully. Shen Yirong switched personas, “Wicked creature! Release me!”

Song Yin obediently let go. In the dim candlelight, her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Shen Yirong seemed to understand. So Song Yin didn’t just like the face; she also liked the personality. Was she collecting figurines?

Uh, what unique taste.

But she was good at this! As long as the spiritual stones were enough, she could even play her own role.

While she was lost in thought, Song Yin suddenly hugged her waist. The bronze mirror lost control and fell to the ground.

Shen Yirong was considering using that persona to respond, but Song Yin whispered in her ear, “Don’t do anything.”

The other person seemed very tired. The argument had only made the night deeper.

Song Yin’s cultivation was high, so she didn’t need sleep, but Shen Yirong was different; she was a fledgling Foundation Establishment cultivator.

She had been mentally tense all day. Now that the danger was over, her sleepiness gradually surged.

In her haze, she leaned on Song Yin’s shoulder and fell asleep.

Song Yin shook her head repeatedly. She was only the second person to dare to fall asleep in front of her.

Even those people standing before her dared not let down their guard, fearing she would twist their necks the next second.

Song Yin carried Shen Yirong to the bed. She sat by the bedside, watching, then reached out and brushed the strands of hair from Shen Yirong’s lips.

After a while, she also got into the bed, burrowing into Shen Yirong’s embrace.

Song Yin had no intention of sleeping, but the sound of the wind chimes mixed with the even breathing of the person beside her slowly made her close her eyes.

She slept without dreams.

Shen Yirong always woke up later than Song Yin. She was used to it.

She wanted to get up but found her arm numb. She couldn’t help but let out a soft groan. Looking down, she saw fine indentations on the inside of her arm, likely caused by hair pressure.

In all probability, Song Yin had used her as a pillow.

Her hand was tingling, feeling like many ants were crawling on it. Shen Yirong smiled bitterly, then remembered that the pavilion was floating in the air, and she didn’t know how to get down.

Shen Yirong opened the door. Li Xiu was standing outside.

“Mistress, the Venerable One said I will be your personal guard from now on.”

While called a guard, Shen Yirong felt more like she was being monitored.

Besides, she had a bit of an aversion to Li Xiu’s face. If she constantly followed her, Shen Yirong might not be able to sleep well.

While Shen Yirong was pondering, Li Xiu suddenly pulled out a spatial bag, “This is what the Venerable One asked me to give you.”

Compensation for emotional distress!

Shen Yirong instantly beamed, but remembering how stingy Song Yin was, she accepted the spiritual stones with a cold face.

Li Xiu couldn’t help but laugh at her rapidly changing expression, “Mistress, please follow me.”

Shen Yirong followed Li Xiu toward her residence.

Li Xiu’s temperament was genuinely good. She seemed to be deliberately briefing her on some of the rules within the Demonic Palace.

“The Xu father and son were expelled from the Demonic Palace that day. Your life will be more peaceful now.”

If they hadn’t been mentioned frequently, Shen Yirong wouldn’t have remembered those people.

“Did the Venerable One do it?” Shen Yirong asked.

“No, I did it. Consider it my way of pleasing you.”

Although she hadn’t suffered a loss that day, hearing Li Xiu say this still made Shen Yirong happy!

She looked at Li Xiu and suddenly found her much more agreeable, her tone becoming warmer.

The two chatted casually.

Further along the path, they saw a woman in purple standing at the end of the long corridor.

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