Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Selection of Consorts

Shen Yirong was completely drenched when she escaped from the spatial domain. She didn’t dare to linger and hurried back to her room.

Although she had covered her face tonight, there was no guarantee that the other party couldn’t track her down through her aura.

And why didn’t Song Yin chase after her?

Shen Yirong recalled the strange floral fragrance in that space.

Could it be that the person from the Taian Sect who infiltrated had poisoned Song Yin with some strange drug?

The Taian Sect wasn’t that low, was it? That was a pure sect full of sword cultivators.

Shen Yirong thought and thought but couldn’t figure it out. When you have bad luck, even drinking cold water can choke you. She just went out to check the enchantment and ended up running into Song Yin bathing!

Her hands and feet were trembling. Shen Yirong stuffed herself into the blanket and curled into a ball. She worried that Song Yin would come knocking, but the night passed, and nothing happened except for the dark circles under her eyes.

As soon as the sun rose, Huang Li knocked loudly on Shen Yirong’s door.

“Shen Yi, wake up. Time to practice sword fighting.”

Shen Yirong opened the door. Her seemingly drained appearance startled Huang Li and, at the same time, piqued her curiosity.

She put the sword in her hand by the door, and like a thief, pulled Shen Yirong into the room.

Shen Yirong was already guilty. Seeing Huang Li’s demeanor, she thought her secret had been discovered and instantly became nervous.

Huang Li locked the doors and windows, then sat down across from Shen Yirong. When she spoke, Shen Yirong’s heart trembled.

“Where did you go last night?”

Shen Yirong’s breath hitched. She was about to quickly come up with an excuse, but then she saw Huang Li’s ambiguous expression, looking like she understood everything.

Shen Yirong intuitively knew that what she understood wasn’t good, and couldn’t help but ask, “What are you thinking?”

Huang Li scrutinized her up and down, then looked at the side of her neck, feeling a bit disappointed when she saw nothing there.

On second thought, how could an affair be so obvious? There were four people living in this courtyard.

Although no one usually paid attention to them, if someone reported it, the Lord’s methods were no joke.

Shen Yirong felt uncomfortable under her scrutiny. She wasn’t as conservative as in her previous life, where she wore a high-collared white robe regardless of the weather.

In this life, without the system, she didn’t have to maintain that blasted persona. She could wear whatever she wanted. Shen Yirong tried to cosplay the rainbow with a different color every day.

The regret was that the cauldrons’ clothes were uniform, so she only had these few items to rotate.

Now she was wearing a light green gauze skirt with a low neckline, revealing the lines of her collarbone, but that was all.

Shen Yirong covered her neck, blocking the other person’s view, feeling that the area had been defiled by her gaze.

Seeing her tension, Huang Li stopped teasing her. She instantly adopted a serious expression, “Don’t be afraid. I have experience with this kind of thing.”

Shen Yirong’s pupils dilated in shock.

What? You also peeked at Song Yin bathing?

Is that moral?

Coming to her senses, Shen Yirong forgot her own morals. This person had done such a thing and was still standing here perfectly fine. Her methods must be brilliant.

Shen Yirong plopped down on her knees, her face full of piety, “Please, Master, show me the way!”

Huang Li was startled by her. Just as she was about to scold her, she saw Shen Yirong’s sincerity and couldn’t help but be moved by her devotion.

Alas, she is just too kind.

Huang Li was touched by her own kindness and helped Shen Yirong up, “You don’t need to perform such a great ritual. I will definitely help you.”

Shen Yirong was so moved that she almost cried.

The two returned to their seats. The only difference from before was that Shen Yirong was now full of vitality.

“Ahem, first, you must be able to endure. No matter what you did, you must maintain a normal attitude.”

Shen Yirong frowned. She internalized the meaning of the sentence: Deny it until you die.

She nodded, “I understand.”

Seeing her catch on so quickly, Huang Li was greatly relieved. She then asked, “How does that person feel about you?”

Shen Yirong smiled bitterly, “Hehe, probably wants to strangle me.”

Huang Li hissed slightly, deeply concerned for Shen Yirong’s love life, but even more intensely curious.

She gossiped, “Why?”

Shen Yirong pointed to her face, “Because of this.”

Huang Li thought it was something else. It turned out her face didn’t appeal to her lover.

She leaned closer to Shen Yirong and offered a suggestion.

Shen Yirong almost fell off the stool after hearing it.

Seeing that Shen Yirong seemed to be shocked by her idea, Huang Li decided to let her think for herself.

“Think carefully. I don’t think your face is a problem. I’m going to practice sword fighting now.”

Shen Yirong didn’t hear her latter words at all.

She scratched her already messy hair. After careful consideration, she thought that perhaps this method could really work.

After all, the current Song Yin had become a pervert. If the seduction was successful, her life could indeed be saved.

Hiss! Even if she’s a pervert, facing this face, she probably won’t be able to bring herself to do anything, right?

Shen Yirong’s expression kept changing, agonizing over the issue of abandoning her integrity.

How could I possibly seduce Song Yin! I can’t take this demonic concubine route.

“Bang! Bang!”

The door was knocked again. This time the movement was louder than before. If it was hit a few more times, the door would likely be sacrificed.

Shen Yirong thought it was Huang Li again. She quickly went to open the door, but standing there was an unfamiliar demon cultivator.

The female cultivator wore a hood, and two dimples showed when she smiled, “The Lord has commanded it. Please come with me.”

Shen Yirong’s heart sank, but she couldn’t show any unusual reaction now. In that instant, her face showed two parts surprise, three parts confusion, and four parts timidity.

“May I ask what happened?”

Li Xiu’s attitude was gentle, “You’ll know when we get there.”

Seeing that the cauldron seemed scared, she added, “Don’t be afraid. You’re not the only one being summoned.”

Shen Yirong bowed her back and nodded, her voice of thanks thin as a mosquito’s buzz.

Li Xiu couldn’t help but frown. This was the first time she had seen someone so timid. No wonder she was assigned to this outermost area.

But this was not her concern.

When Shen Yirong went out, she found that everyone in the courtyard had been called out. Huang Li was still winking at her.

Li Xiu led them to the core area of the Demon Palace, a place ordinary cauldrons were not allowed to enter. Only the Demon Lord herself and her five major protectors could enter and exit here.

This was a vast plaza. Looking up, there was a floating pavilion. Someone seemed to be inside the pavilion. Shen Yirong didn’t dare to look again and lowered her head to blend into the crowd.

But why is this crowd so packed?

Heh, with so many in the harem, isn’t she afraid of exhaustion?

Suddenly, she felt an inquisitive gaze linger on her for a moment, but it quickly moved away.

Shen Yirong behaved herself. She didn’t dare to complain anymore and acted like an ordinary ostrich.

In the floating pavilion, Song Yin looked down from the window.

If you looked closely, you could see that the cold and aloof Demon Lord’s pupils were trembling slightly.

So many people.

Are there really this many cauldrons in the Demon Palace? There are at least ten thousand people here.

Song Yin never cared about the affairs of the Demon Palace. When the Grand Protector babbled about the cauldron plan, she didn’t listen carefully.

At that time, she only wanted to cultivate in seclusion, but the Grand Protector continued to prattle about her grand plan. Unable to bear the disturbance, she patted the Grand Protector’s shoulder and perfunctorily said, “Keep up the good work.”

But this was too good of a job…

Song Yin felt a headache coming on and took a step back.

She suddenly sensed someone looking at her. She lowered her gaze to the dark crowd below. She locked her eyes on one person, but after looking for a while and finding nothing, she moved her gaze away.

“Lord.”

The black-clothed woman’s clear voice carried an unrestrained excitement.

She could no longer maintain her solemn expression and began to introduce her two years of achievements to Song Yin.

“Lord, all adult cauldrons in the Southern Territory near the Demon Palace have been captured, totaling fourteen thousand six hundred and thirty-two people, including three Heaven-rank cauldrons and fourteen Earth-rank cauldrons. Please inspect them, Demon Lord.”

Song Yin: …

She didn’t mean this when she asked for the cauldrons to be gathered.

Song Yin covered her head. The day before, in her rush, she hadn’t paid close attention to the person’s aura. Now, to search among more than ten thousand people—that would be exhausting.

She did remember the clothes the person wore yesterday.

Song Yin lowered her gaze again. This time, she saw many people wearing the same style of clothing as the person from yesterday.

Song Yin was silent for a moment before speaking, “Are the cauldrons’ clothes uniform?”

The Grand Protector straightened her posture, “Yes, except for the Heaven-rank and Earth-rank cauldrons, the clothing for the rest of the cauldrons is a uniform style.”

Song Yin chuckled lightly, “You truly are my good Protector.”

The Grand Protector didn’t catch the strange implication in the sentence. She thought her competence was appreciated by the Lord and couldn’t help but show her joy.

“It is my fortune to be able to ease the Lord’s worries.”

Song Yin closed her eyes, turned, and walked into the inner room, “Have them come up one by one.”

“Yes, Lord.”

In the plaza, Huang Li struggled to squeeze next to Shen Yirong. She immediately shared the news she just heard with Shen Yirong.

“The Lord seems to be selecting consorts.”

Seeing everyone around looking their way, Shen Yirong pulled Huang Li and lowered her voice, “Where did you hear that?”

“I have some private contacts with the Grand Protector.”

Shen Yirong immediately thought she was bragging. If she really knew the Grand Protector of the Demon Palace, how could she still be a low-ranked cauldron?

Hiss! But she peeked at Song Yin bathing and was fine, so maybe this wasn’t a lie.

Shen Yirong thought the person was a little strange, but also quite capable.

Huang Li didn’t care about the gossip. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to her, she took out a box of paste and applied it to her face. Her beautiful face instantly became unremarkable.

Shen Yirong’s eyes immediately lit up. She reached out and demanded with righteous confidence, “Give me some.”

Huang Li was confused but still placed the ointment in Shen Yirong’s hand.

Shen Yirong quickly applied it to her face. After applying it, she felt the muscles in her face contracting and changing. When she touched it, her skin was no longer as smooth as before.

She suddenly understood. So this was what the other person meant by ‘the face is not a problem.’

An expert! I’ve met an expert!

Shen Yirong’s hanging heart settled. She now had the presence of mind to look around at the people in the plaza.

Aloof, cute, seductive, pitiful—the beauties in the plaza had various styles.

Heh, this little brat Song Yin really eats well.

A tiny bit of envy arose in Shen Yirong’s heart.

She didn’t want many girlfriends. She just needed one.

Before transmigrating, she was busy with work and part-time jobs. After transmigrating, she was busy with the system’s tasks. She finally reincarnated.

Heh, I don’t want to talk.

A clear female voice called out names from the front. The person whose name was called would be led up to the floating pavilion.

The time spent going up was quite long, but no one was successfully selected.

Shen Yirong watched the dejected figures, then looked up at the pavilion suspended in the air.

It hung high above, deciding the fate of many.

Everyone’s eyes converged on it, just waiting for one person’s gaze to fall.

“Shen Yi!”

Shen Yirong didn’t immediately realize that this was her name until Huang Li bumped her shoulder. She then dazedly walked through the crowd.

She was led up by a black-clothed woman and into the inner room.

Finally, she knelt outside the door, with a bead curtain blocking the person inside. She could not and dared not look up.

The black-clothed woman summoned her, “Look up, speak.”

Shen Yirong slowly raised her head, avoiding direct eye contact, and said in a strained voice, “Lord.”

Seeing no reaction from the Demon Lord, the Grand Protector waved her hand, preparing to send the person down, “Go.”

Shen Yirong sighed in relief. Just as she was about to get up, Song Yin stopped her.

“Wait.”

Song Yin looked at the person’s face, finding something strange about it. She walked closer and lifted Shen Yirong’s chin.

The skin was a bit darker, but the darkness seemed uneven.

Song Yin’s eyes narrowed.

Shen Yirong felt the situation was extremely dangerous. She suddenly remembered Huang Li’s strategy and gathered her courage to give Song Yin a seductive wink.

Although it looked more like her eye twitched.

Song Yin: …

She released her hand in disgust.

Shen Yirong leaned backward. Catching a glimpse of the disgust in Song Yin’s eyes, she couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

Heh, you’re just a looks-obsessed fool.

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