Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Okay.

 

“Are you… learning from me?”

 

The young Song Yin’s eyes were filled with disbelief. She suddenly scratched her arm, then let out a burst of laughter.

 

“You’re actually learning from me? Hahahaha!”

 

Song Yin’s face grew darker and darker. She raised her hand to summon lightning, intending to erase this piece of dark history.

 

The young Song Yin was not afraid. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall of the dilapidated house, her face full of provocation, “Lashing out in shame?”

 

In the night, Song Yin’s ears subtly flushed red. After being treated like a kite by Mei Xin, she had a new piece of dark history.

 

However, the kite incident was known throughout the entire sect, but this matter wouldn’t reach that point.

 

Seeing her past self’s teasing expression, her eyes slowly became dangerous.

 

Soon, lightning gathered in the area. Song Yin raised her hand and waved it down.

 

The young Song Yin thought, This is bad. She tried to dodge but found herself locked in place.

 

With a loud rumble, the lightning mercilessly struck the young Song Yin.

 

“Cough, cough, cough!”

 

The young Song Yin coughed as she ran out of the thick smoke. Her Great Peace Sect robe was shredded into a mop head, her originally straight hair was singed into curls, and her face was pitch black, but her eyes, filled with rage, were overly bright.

 

Unfortunately, the young Song Yin was too well-mannered to say anything too harsh.

 

She gritted her teeth and cursed, “Are you sick!”

 

Song Yin was unfazed. She simply and calmly pulled out a memory stone.

 

The young Song Yin was shocked. She quickly hid behind the dilapidated house. She continued to curse, “I am you! You’re damaging the enemy by a mile and yourself by a thousand!”

 

Seeing the other party panic and hide, Song Yin felt the anger in her chest subside. She took out the chain used to bind the Suyu Sword from her spiritual ring, gripped the end of the chain, and whipped it towards the dilapidated house.

 

With a swish, the wall of the dilapidated house was pulled down by the chain, exposing the young Song Yin hiding behind it.

 

The young Song Yin was startled. She had intended to use a Cleansing Spell to clean herself, but before she could chant the spell, the chain whipped towards her again.

 

There was no choice. She had to give up cleaning and start running.

 

She ran and cursed, “You pervert! You won’t even spare yourself!”

 

“Splat!”

 

The chain struck the ground near the young Song Yin’s feet. After a sharp crack, the ground actually cracked open.

 

The consequences of that hitting a person were unimaginable.

 

The young Song Yin inhaled sharply. The next second, she felt something cold wrap around her waist, and then she tumbled to the ground.

 

She almost ate a mouthful of dirt. The young Song Yin spat twice and tried to tear the chain from her waist, but the more she struggled, the tighter the chain wrapped around her, and more frighteningly, the chain slowly moved upwards, binding her hands securely.

 

She looked utterly miserable. The young Song Yin was angry and aggrieved. She burst into curses, “You pervert!”

 

Song Yin held the other end of the chain in her hand. Since becoming the Demon Venerable, she had heard all kinds of insults. The word “pervert” was too civilized.

 

She let go of the other end of the chain and slowly approached her past self on the ground.

 

Looking at Song Yin’s cold expression, the young Song Yin felt a wave of terror, but she was tightly bound and could only squirm away like a caterpillar.

 

But after a few wriggles, she couldn’t move anymore. Turning her head, she saw that Song Yin was stepping on one end of the chain.

 

Seeing the memory stone in Song Yin’s hand, the young Song Yin’s eyes were full of panic, “Don’t come closer!”

 

Song Yin curved her lips in a satisfied smile. Then she reached out, pulled, and swung. The young Song Yin was left dangling upside down from a nearby dead tree.

 

The snow on the dead tree fell as a result, making soft plop sounds.

 

Song Yin looked at her own flushed face with interest, then took out the memory stone and recorded the moment.

 

The young Song Yin was broken. She struggled and cursed loudly.

 

“You pervert! You absolute pervert! My face is your face!”

 

“Stop recording! Stop recording!”

 

“I was wrong! I won’t laugh at you anymore! Let me down!”

 

“Song Yin! You beast!”

 

Song Yin’s eyes showed appreciation, “That sentence has some impact.”

 

The young Song Yin: “…”

 

A young person cares about face the most. Although she was less constrained after realizing she was an illusion, the thought that Song Yin might show these images to Master terrified her.

 

The young Song Yin couldn’t help but feel wronged. She wanted to cover her face but couldn’t. So she twisted her waist, trying to flip herself over, but quickly twisted back.

 

She looked quite like a small bat.

 

The young Song Yin looked at the expressionless face in front of her. Her sense of grievance instantly peaked. Her eyes blurred, and tears welled up in her eye sockets.

 

Song Yin shook the memory stone and casually recorded the sight of her crying.

 

Under the gaze of the young Song Yin, who looked like she wanted to kill, Song Yin casually ripped open space and tossed the young Song Yin’s dark history inside. After the space closed, Song Yin retrieved the chain binding the young Song Yin.

 

The young Song Yin, who regained her freedom, first used a Cleansing Spell to tidy herself up, then drew her sword and charged at Song Yin.

 

Song Yin kicked her on the wrist. After a cry of pain from the young Song Yin, the long sword dropped to the ground.

 

Her wrist was throbbing. The young Song Yin knew she had no way to deal with the other party. While thinking about how to get back her dark history, she also grew worried.

 

She glared fiercely at Song Yin, then suddenly asked in horror, “You wouldn’t use these on Master, would you?”

 

Song Yin paused. The night concealed her somewhat flushed cheeks, “Read fewer inappropriate books.”

 

The young Song Yin’s face was slightly red. She cleared her throat, “What books? Don’t stain my reputation.”

 

Song Yin sneered, “Keep pretending.”

 

How could she admit to such a thing? The young Song Yin had an excellent public image.

 

The Sword Venerable’s only disciple would never read anything inappropriate.

 

She refused to admit it, sticking out her neck, “I’m not pretending.”

 

Song Yin glanced at her and said slowly, “The secret Song Yin and Master have to tell.”

 

The young Song Yin’s noisy voice stopped abruptly. She was shocked, “How do you still remember that?”

 

Song Yin choked, “Because, I have an eidetic memory.”

 

If the conversation continued, both of them would lose face.

 

The young Song Yin pleaded stiffly, “I was wrong to laugh at you earlier. Can you destroy those images?”

 

“No.”

 

After Song Yin heartlessly refused, she lifted her foot and started to walk away. The young Song Yin followed relentlessly behind her.

 

“I don’t even exist. If someone sees this in the future, where will you put your face?”

 

Song Yin scoffed, “Then the person who sees it will disappear.”

 

The young Song Yin’s eyes widened, “You!”

 

Suddenly, lights appeared in the distance. The wind carried a familiar scent. Someone was waving at them from afar.

 

The moment she saw Shen Yirong, the young Song Yin wanted to complain, but the corner of her eye caught Song Yin calmly taking out the memory stone.

 

The young Song Yin’s lips twitched. She quieted down considerably.

 

“Venerable One!”

 

Shen Yirong’s voice was joyful.

 

Her worry hadn’t stopped after Song Yin left. She waited for a long time but the person didn’t return. Eventually, she was too worried and came out with a lantern to look for her.

 

However, after clearly seeing the situation, her mind went numb again, because what appeared before her were two Song Yins again.

 

In fact, it was more than that, because Senior Sister Mei was following behind her. This was practically the love triangle replayed.

 

Since she had come, she had to face it. Shen Yirong walked up to Song Yin, “Venerable One, the night is cold. Please come back with me.”

 

Song Yin’s mood had already improved quite a bit. Hearing this, all her bad temper vanished.

 

It was just that Mei Xin, that block of wood, was still standing in the distance, which was a real eyesore, but her mood was good today, so she wouldn’t hold it against her for now.

 

Shen Yirong took Song Yin’s hand and walked ahead.

 

Everything was quiet. Neither of the Song Yins said anything, which surprised Shen Yirong. She thought they would start arguing.

 

But nothing unexpected happened until they returned to the General’s Residence.

 

Shen Yirong sighed in relief. She watched Song Yin enter the room. Mei Xin guarded the courtyard gate, and the young Song Yin stood awkwardly at the doorway.

 

Looking at the young Song Yin’s tattered clothes, Shen Yirong felt a little distressed, “Immortal Master, what happened?”

 

The young Song Yin looked at a certain person calmly drinking tea inside the room, “Nothing. I was struck by lightning while cultivating.”

 

Shen Yirong felt the other party was pitiful, but didn’t dare to show too much kindness. The one inside might go crazy if she did.

 

She could only smile, “Cultivation is not easy. Immortal Master must be careful.”

 

The candlelight in the room was behind Shen Yirong, and the moonlight fell on Shen Yirong’s perpetually gentle face.

 

The young Song Yin watched and felt a sourness in her nose. She suppressed the urge to sob and smiled, “Okay, Immortal Master, rest well. It’s late. I’ll take my leave.”

 

Shen Yirong felt like the child was about to cry.

 

Could it be that Song Yin did something? Could she even strike at herself?

 

Watching the young Song Yin leave, Shen Yirong couldn’t help but look at Song Yin in the room. The other party was drinking tea, but her gaze was wandering, and the water in the teacup hadn’t decreased at all.

 

Shen Yirong sat next to Song Yin, watching her spaced out. Only when the other party came back to her senses did she ask, “What is the Venerable One thinking about?”

 

Song Yin put down the teacup in her hand. She took off the spiritual ring from her left ring finger, then grabbed Shen Yirong’s hand and placed the spiritual ring on it.

 

The candlelight flickered. Shen Yirong watched Song Yin carefully place the spiritual ring on her hand.

 

Shen Yirong was a little confused, “Venerable One, what is the meaning of this?”

 

Song Yin stared at Shen Yirong’s finger for a long time. The spiritual ring could change according to the wearer’s finger. She waved her hand to wipe away her own imprint on it.

 

“This, is for you.”

 

Shen Yirong was a little surprised, but more so delighted. Anything that Song Yin wore with her must be extraordinary. It just so happened that she found the spatial pouch cumbersome, and the spiritual ring was much more compact.

 

Although she was blooming with joy inside, Shen Yirong had to maintain her composure.

 

A gentle smile blossomed on Shen Yirong’s face, “Thank you, Venerable One.”

 

Song Yin saw through her feigned composure at a glance, but she found it rather cute.

 

Knowing the other party definitely wouldn’t open it right now, Song Yin said, “Open it and take a look.”

 

In fact, Shen Yirong had already looked at it. She knew the ring had a massive capacity. She hadn’t seen the boundary when she looked at it before.

 

But since Song Yin gave her a gift, she had to provide some emotional value. Shen Yirong pondered how to act so as not to overdo it later.

 

She branded her own imprint onto the spiritual ring. After the ring recognized its owner, she opened it, and then she froze.

 

The Suyu Sword lay quietly inside.

 

“This sword is yours.”

 

Song Yin’s voice set off a huge storm in Shen Yirong’s heart. She did want Suyu, but seeing Song Yin give away the sword so casually still made her feel a little sad.

 

But they were enemies. There was no need to cherish an enemy’s relic. There was nothing to care about.

 

Shen Yirong quickly figured it out. She suppressed the slight bitterness in her heart and said modestly, “This is the Sword Venerable’s sword. Isn’t it too much of a waste for the Venerable One to give it to me?”

 

Song Yin looked at her profile, then suddenly reached out and pulled her into her arms, resting her chin on the other party’s shoulder and lightly inhaling her scent.

 

“It’s not a waste. I once said that you would never become the Sword Venerable, but now, it seems you absolutely can.”

 

Shen Yirong’s body stiffened. She hadn’t expected Song Yin to think so highly of her, “I can’t.”

 

“You can.”

 

Song Yin’s voice continued, chilling like a ghost in the deep night.

 

“Only you can.”