Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 37

Chapter 37: The Choice: I Was Just Passing By

 

Shen Yirong almost thought she had misheard.

 

What “like”?

 

Shen Yirong subconsciously turned her head. Song Yin on the bed was also looking at her, her eyes calm, giving no hint of her mood.

 

She was wondering why Song Yin wasn’t angry, but in the next second, the other party laughed.

 

“Heh.”

 

Shen Yirong felt a tightening around her waist, and the next second she was in Song Yin’s embrace, and a kiss landed on her.

 

!?

 

Shen Yirong’s already muddled mind became even more chaotic.

 

But there was still someone else here!

 

Shen Yirong gently tried to push away, but the hand around her waist tightened further, pulling the distance between them even closer. So close that Shen Yirong could see the contained fury in her eyes.

 

Her breath slowly became not her own. Shen Yirong’s resistance slowly weakened. Everything about Song Yin was too close: her breath, her anger, the soft touch on her lips, and her clumsy, unfamiliar movements.

 

Shen Yirong vaguely thought: This person had all those concubines for nothing. Song Yin, you are terrible at this.

 

Despite the mental criticism, Song Yin’s clumsiness gave Shen Yirong a chance to breathe, preventing her from completely giving up thinking. Thus, she clearly felt the presence of another gaze.

 

With her sense of shame exploding, Shen Yirong bit Song Yin, finally forcing them apart.

 

After breaking free from Song Yin, Shen Yirong looked at the young Song Yin with a flushed face and pleaded, “Immortal Master, please go back first.”

 

The young Song Yin was not motionless; she had been momentarily paralyzed. She looked angrily at her future self, gathering spiritual power, ready to strike, but was interrupted by Shen Yirong’s pleading voice.

 

She snorted coldly and flicked her sleeve before leaving.

 

Only when the room was left with just the two of them did Shen Yirong’s heart slowly calm down.

 

“You are unwilling.”

 

Shen Yirong felt that Song Yin was being wronged, but when she looked up, there was no emotion in the other party’s eyes.

 

The wound on Song Yin’s lip was slowly healing. Such a small injury was nothing to the Demon Venerable, but the vines on her neck began to creep up again.

 

Shen Yirong couldn’t quite explain it. She wasn’t particularly resistant to being kissed; she just didn’t want it to happen in front of others, especially when that other person was the former Song Yin.

 

While contemplating, Shen Yirong was suddenly pushed away.

 

Compared to the previous times, Song Yin’s push this time was very gentle, merely moving Shen Yirong out of her embrace.

 

Shen Yirong saw her lie down again, turn over, and face away from her, “Go chase her, you don’t need to mind me.”

 

Compared to the former Song Yin, the current Song Yin’s voice was more mature, yet that voice, which was usually like the wind and snow in the mountains, now carried a hint of childishness.

 

This truly undermined the dignity of the Demon Venerable.

 

Shen Yirong sat down on the edge of the bed. As soon as she sat, Song Yin moved further inwards.

 

Shen Yirong: “…”

 

Shen Yirong: “Venerable One, I am not unwilling, I was just a little embarrassed.”

 

“Is being with me very embarrassing?”

 

Shen Yirong clicked her tongue, “Venerable One, that’s not what I meant.”

 

“Hmph, I am already old. You like the young ones. Go on, I won’t stop you.”

 

What did this have to do with being old or not! Four hundred years old in the cultivation world is not considered old, is it?

 

Shen Yirong was truly at a loss. She thought Song Yin would punish her, perhaps deduct her spirit stones or whip her, but why did she need to be coaxed!

 

She anxiously said, “Venerable One, I just felt shy in front of others, and besides, Venerable One is not old.”

 

“Heh, liar.”

 

Shen Yirong saw Song Yin move further toward the inner side of the bed, reaching the point of no retreat.

 

Watching her move, Shen Yirong felt as if Song Yin had been possessed by something.

 

Could she still be drunk?

 

Shen Yirong reached out and grabbed Song Yin’s shoulder. She wanted to turn her around, but she clearly overestimated her own strength.

 

Why is she harder to hold down than a pig before the New Year?

 

Shen Yirong was out of ideas. She decided to physically demonstrate that she absolutely had no intention of being disdainful.

 

She took off her shoes, socks, and outer robe, then burrowed into Song Yin’s blanket and hugged her from behind.

 

Song Yin was clearly startled. She grabbed Shen Yirong’s hand and tossed it back. Her voice was cold, “Aren’t you going to chase her? If you don’t, she’ll be gone.”

 

Shen Yirong hugged her again, “Venerable One, can you stop being angry, please?”

 

“Hearing those words makes me sad.”

 

Song Yin was taken aback. She still let out a cold snort and emphasized, “I am not angry.”

 

This is clearly being angry.

 

But this tactic seemed quite useful. Shen Yirong quietly noted it down, preparing to use it again when needed.

 

Right now, she felt a bit helpless. She simply hugged the person tighter, “Good.”

 

Song Yin wanted to kick the person off the bed, but the thought remained just a thought. She found that she simply couldn’t bear to, and even somewhat yearned for it.

 

She closed her eyes, “Good what?”

 

Shen Yirong felt that she was less angry, and her heart also relaxed.

 

As long as you find the right method, Song Yin is easy to coax after all.

 

Shen Yirong suppressed her inner pride and continued to coax, “If Venerable One says she’s not angry, then she’s not.”

 

This was entirely treating her like a child. Song Yin frowned tightly, then couldn’t help but say sourly, “Go say those coaxing words to the one who ran away.”

 

Shen Yirong, “I only say them to the Venerable One.”

 

Song Yin had no retort. She could feel that the other party was using sweet talk, but she surprisingly liked hearing it and wanted her to say a few more words.

 

Still remembering her identity as the Demon Venerable, Song Yin maintained silence to avoid losing composure.

 

Song Yin stopped speaking, and Shen Yirong knew she wasn’t asleep.

 

She was actually a little surprised. Song Yin seemed to have changed a lot. If she had dared to do this before, her hand would be gone.

 

Now, not only was Song Yin not angry, but she didn’t even tell her to scram.

 

It seemed she was closer to the reality of being a seductive concubine.

 

Looking at the quietly lying Song Yin, Shen Yirong seemed to feel a degree of indulgence, the feeling that whatever she did, Song Yin wouldn’t refuse.

 

The feeling was just a feeling. Shen Yirong still didn’t dare to be so brazen.

 

The elegant scent of jasmine enveloped her. A sense of tranquility arose in her heart. Shen Yirong looked at the white ribbon on the back of Song Yin’s head.

 

She hadn’t noticed it before, but now that she was closer, she realized the ribbon was a bit old.

 

Shen Yirong remembered the first time she saw Song Yin. The other party also tied her hair with a ribbon. The wind on the mountain top lifted the ribbon, making it look like a small white butterfly.

 

The small white butterfly trained diligently with her sword. Only when she saw Shen Yirong did she stop and smile, “Master.”

 

Song Yin’s voice echoed from the past and memory.

 

Shen Yirong closed her eyes. She hugged the person even tighter.

 

After a long time, she gently called, “Venerable One.”

 

The person in her arms remained silent. Shen Yirong received no response.

 

She didn’t really want to sleep, nor did she dare to get up, so she reached out and played with Song Yin’s hair.

 

She watched the other person’s hair strands pass through her fingers and suddenly remembered the hair-combing ceremony chant at mortal weddings.

 

First comb to the end, second comb to white hair together.

 

White hair together…

 

Shen Yirong’s heart felt burned by those four words.

 

She suddenly withdrew her hand, not daring to touch Song Yin’s hair again.

 

Memories and emotions constantly disturbed her. She quietly shifted her body, creating a distance between them.

 

“It’s nothing for Master to like her disciple.”

 

Mei Xin’s emotionless voice exploded in Shen Yirong’s mind.

 

This sentence was like a huge rock thrown into Shen Yirong’s calm heart lake. With a plop, the surface was filled with unstoppable ripples.

 

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but grit her teeth.

 

Isn’t the Emotionless Dao supposed to be disturbed by others? How did Senior Sister Mei’s Emotionless Dao turn around and disturb others!

 

Shen Yirong quickly recited the Heart Cleansing Incantation, but no matter how many times she recited it, she couldn’t drive Mei Xin’s voice out of her head.

 

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but plead: Great Master, please stop reciting!

 

After struggling with the voice in her head for a long time, she finally cast a sleep spell on herself, only then finding peace.

 

Only after she fell asleep did Song Yin turn around and look at her.

 

“Venerable One, we will arrive the day after tomorrow.”

 

Qi Wu’s voice was very calm. Clearly, the current situation was nothing in her eyes.

 

However, she was also puzzled. In the early years, these sects liked to jointly crusade against the Venerable One. After being severely repelled a few times by the Venerable One, these sects became much more obedient.

 

In recent years, apart from the Great Peace Sect, the relationship between the other sects and the Demonic Palace was considered ordinary. The current mass mobilization was highly unusual.

 

Song Yin did not pay attention to those people. She just reached out and scooped Shen Yirong into her arms. Only after feeling the other party’s warmth did the inner voice quiet down.

 

She responded to Qi Wu, “When will the people from the other sects arrive?”

 

“The Heavenly Secret Pavilion is the fastest, arriving the day after tomorrow. Central Yue Kingdom has something guarding it, preventing them from arriving quickly.”

 

Song Yin could roughly guess who it was.

 

“Does the Venerable One have any other instructions?”

 

Song Yin originally intended to say no, but looking at Shen Yirong in front of her, she changed her mind.

 

This person seemed to like spirit stones very much.

 

“Bring more spirit stones.”

 

Qi Wu, who was currently traveling, was puzzled by this, but whatever the Venerable One said must have its reasons.

 

She respectfully accepted the order, “Yes.”

 

Yao Ling was one step behind her. Seeing her finish the transmission, she flew next to her, “What did the Venerable One say?”

 

Yao Ling’s red hair flew in the wind, resembling a burning flame, as wild as herself.

 

Compared to Qi Wu’s calmness, her eyes were filled with the excitement of an impending fight, “Heh, I heard that fellow Yao Jun is going this time too.”

 

Qi Wu nodded, her brows furrowed with worry. She really didn’t want to go on a mission with this person, but the Second Protector was shedding her skin, the Fourth Protector was wholeheartedly guarding the Second Protector, leaving only Yao Ling and Luo Ci.

 

Qi Wu couldn’t handle Yao Ling. She didn’t understand why people from Nine Heavens liked to swear so much, and not even repeating the same insults.

 

Qi Wu preferred to go on missions with Luo Ci, but Yao Ling was interested in this mission.

 

Looking at the overly excited Yao Ling, Qi Wu sighed and looked up.

 

The night in the mirror world silently descended.

 

Song Yin loosened her hand and got up. She looked deeply at Shen Yirong twice, then left the room and flew up to the rooftop to look at the stars.

 

But she had just sat down when she felt that annoying presence. She frowned with displeasure, “She’s asleep. Please leave.”

 

Having been coaxed by Shen Yirong for a long time, plus Song Yin’s relative leniency towards herself, Song Yin was still somewhat polite at this moment.

 

The young Song Yin looked up at her, then leaped onto the rooftop in the next second, sitting naturally next to Song Yin.

 

Looking at the twinkling stars, the young Song Yin’s face softened, “You and I are very different, but this is the same. Whenever I’m troubled, I want to look at the stars.”

 

This wasn’t the first time they had watched the stars, but their state of mind was different both times.

 

Last time, Song Yin felt some sympathy for her past self, but this time, she felt a strong sense of threat.

 

Song Yin leaned back, resting her hands behind her head, lying down without speaking.

 

The young Song Yin also lay down, mocking herself, “I’m about to disappear, but you will continue to exist, and she will continue to exist. Heh, thinking about it really makes me resentful.”

 

But at the end, the tone shifted, “I resent handing her over to someone like you.”

 

Song Yin sneered, “Someone like me?”

 

Song Yin stared intensely into the eyes of her past self.

 

Song Yin was angry, and Song Yin was confused. At first, she thought Mei Xin would be the biggest threat.

 

After all, in her memory, Master always smiled when looking at Mei Xin. But now, it seemed the biggest threat was her former self.

 

Master looked at her younger self differently than she looked at Mei Xin.

 

Clearly, over four hundred years ago, Master did not look at her like this.

 

The feeling of being hostile to oneself was strange. The young Song Yin chuckled, “My future self has such a small capacity, unable to tolerate even her past self.”

 

Song Yin’s eyes became colder, “If you’re here to lecture me, then you can scram.”

 

The young Song Yin felt intense pressure from her. She didn’t care. Knowing her true identity, she feared nothing.

 

She was going to disappear anyway, so what was there to care about?

 

The starlight seemed to have dimmed a lot. The young Song Yin sat up, her expression unusually serious, “Your obsession is too deep. This obsession will hurt her.”

 

“When Master was sick, she liked watching the birds outside the window. Before, it was her body that trapped her. Now you have become her cage. You should understand what she truly desires.”

 

Song Yin’s expression was hidden in the night, unreadable, but the young Song Yin sensed anger.

 

The young Song Yin jumped off the rooftop, looking up as she left, “I hope you can figure it out.”

 

A cold glint flashed. A sword grazed the young Song Yin’s neck and embedded itself in the wall behind her.

 

Song Yin on the rooftop sat up and met her gaze, her eyes fierce.

 

The young Song Yin wiped the blood from her neck, her eyes also cold.

 

Just as the tension was high, and the two were gathering spiritual power in their hands, the door suddenly opened. Both quickly dispersed their spiritual power.

 

“Squeak~”

 

Shen Yirong pushed open the door and first saw the young Song Yin in the courtyard.

 

Seeing the young Song Yin still made her feel awkward, but she also thought the other party came late at night, perhaps out of concern.

 

Shen Yirong felt warmth in her heart. She smiled, “Immortal Master, don’t worry. The Venerable One is very nice.”

 

For some reason, Shen Yirong smelled a faint scent of blood, and the scent seemed to be coming from the young Song Yin in front of her.

 

But in Shen Yirong’s eyes, the young Song Yin was just a mass of energy, so she couldn’t see anything.

 

Shen Yirong asked worriedly, “Did Immortal Master get hurt?

 

The young Song Yin touched her neck, then looked at a certain person on the rooftop whose expression changed dramatically, “Yes, I accidentally injured my neck.”

 

The neck is such an important place.

 

Shen Yirong knew all this was fake, but she was still a little anxious, anxious enough to move closer to check, but she couldn’t see anything.

 

“Was it injured by a demon? Immortal Master must be careful.”

 

“Heh.”

 

Shen Yirong’s mind went blank. She turned to look at the rooftop. The adult Song Yin was looking at her, smiling.

 

Shen Yirong quickly put distance between them, “Ven-Venerable One.”

 

Song Yin’s eyes were filled with laughter, “The demon you speak of is me.”

 

This is really not fun at all! Someone please rescue her from this bizarre love triangle!

 

“What is the situation now?”

 

A gentle voice rang out in Mei Xin’s mind.

 

Mei Xin opened her eyes, “In the mirror. The Demon Venerable is also here.”

 

“Did you see the person who looks like little Shen?”

 

Mei Xin, “She doesn’t just look like her. She is her.”

 

“Why?”

 

“She calls me Senior Sister.”

 

The voice in her mind was silent for a long time. When it sounded again, it was no longer as calm as before.

 

“She is back. That’s wonderful. Wait for me, all of you.”

 

The voice in her mind fell silent. Mei Xin looked at You Runing, who was slumped on the table without lifting her head.

 

She did not understand feelings, she only knew that the other party was very upset now.

 

Master once said that when others are very sad, you should say something comforting that they like to hear.

 

Mei Xin thought for a moment, “Don’t be sad. She didn’t die.”

 

You Runing couldn’t muster any strength. She didn’t really want to talk to this Senior Master whose mind was a bit off, but her manners kicked in.

 

She straightened up, her voice very hoarse, “Venerable One doesn’t need to comfort me. Today’s matter was my lack of consideration. It won’t happen again.”

 

Mei Xin nodded, then sat silently to the side, acting like a block of wood again.

 

Their rooms were next to each other. Ever since entering this Myriad Manifestations Mirror, You Runing had been very unlucky. If not for Mei Xin, she would probably have perished here.

 

She always knew Song Yin was powerful, but she had no real sense of this power before. Because she hadn’t witnessed it firsthand, she thought this power was something she could pursue.

 

But now, she realized she was completely wrong.

 

Her strength was completely insufficient.

 

You Runing couldn’t help but clench her fists. She was not a member of the Great Peace Sect, she only had frequent dealings with them.

 

She looked at Mei Xin again, seeing that the other party had closed those special eyes, making her appear ordinary enough to be ignored. But this was the strongest person in the Great Peace Sect now.

 

You Runing seemed to have made a certain decision. She knelt down in front of Mei Xin, “Please accept me as your disciple.”

 

Mei Xin opened her eyes, confused, “Your mind is too cluttered. Following me, you will die.”

 

You Runing naturally understood this principle, but Mei Xin was the most formidable expert she could access.

 

Ordinarily, she wouldn’t be able to reach her. This time was an accident.

 

You Runing kowtowed again, “I am not afraid of death. I am only afraid of being unable to avenge. Please grant my wish.”

 

After spending time together these past few days, You Runing had some understanding of Mei Xin.

 

This person had no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and would not refuse others’ requests unless the request itself was harmful to her, in which case she would avoid it.

 

“No.”

 

You Runing was stunned. She hadn’t expected to be rejected. She looked up at Mei Xin, but the other party had closed her eyes again.

 

You Runing wanted to say something more, but Mei Xin left the room before her.

 

The snow was still falling outside. Mei Xin didn’t stop it. She pulled out a bamboo hat from her spiritual ring, put it on, and stood silently in the wind and snow.

 

She touched the sword at her waist, then drew out the one beneath it.

 

The sword slowly emerged from its sheath. It was a very peculiar sword, its body transparent, but only half of it remained.

 

Mei Xin looked at the broken sword, thinking about something.

 

Whenever she couldn’t figure something out, she would ask someone. When Master was around, she would ask Master. When Junior Sister was around, she would ask Junior Sister. Later, the only person she could ask was the Sect Master.

 

Mei Xin unceremoniously sent a voice transmission to the Sect Master.

 

“What is it?”

 

The gentle voice carried a hint of confusion.

 

Mei Xin, “Why do they all want to practice the Emotionless Dao?”

 

“Who? It’s not little Shen again, is it! You absolutely cannot agree again!”

 

“It’s You Runing.”

 

“She can’t either. Watch over your Junior Sister carefully. Don’t agree to anything before I arrive.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Mei Xin seemed to understand the Sect Master’s intention. She sheathed her sword and walked towards the courtyard where Shen Yirong was.

 

Just entering the door, she heard Song Yin’s voice.

 

“Do you choose me, or her?”

 

Mei Xin was trying to understand this bizarre situation in the courtyard—a choice between two options, but no matter which one was chosen, it was still Song Yin.

 

But in the next second, she realized she was being stared at.

 

Song Yin on the rooftop pointed at her and smiled, “Or choose her?”