Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Second Time’s the Charm.

Her butt ached, and Shen Yirong was internally raging with contempt.

Song Yin was slightly impatient. Afraid of any oversight, she examined every person very carefully. She hadn’t even finished half the people, yet she had already encountered one person trying to ingratiate herself through flattery.

However, the methods were laughably clumsy.

“Get out!”

Shen Yirong’s eyes lit up at the command. She eagerly trotted behind the Grand Protector, ready to worship Huang Li in her heart.

Although the effect wasn’t the same as Huang Li had described, being able to deal with the situation was enough.

She decided to remove the Caishen (God of Wealth) statue in her room immediately and replace it with a small idol of the Great Immortal Huang.

Shen Yirong’s delight was quite obvious. Song Yin had a fleeting feeling of being disliked. She frowned and glanced over, only to see something fall from the person’s waist.

The person who lost the item was too joyful to notice.

Song Yin wasn’t free to worry about such trivialities. She closed her eyes, waiting for the next person to arrive.

Those who weren’t selected were dismissed, and Shen Yirong happily returned to her small dwelling.

She picked up paper and brush, ready to draw a portrait for Huang Li, but as soon as she picked it up, she remembered that she couldn’t draw. She drew a few circles on the paper, creating a small chick with intelligent eyes. Then, she ruthlessly replaced the Goddess of Wealth with this small chick.

“Shen Yi.”

It was the Great Immortal Huang calling her. Shen Yi darted to the door in two steps, bent down, and invited Huang Li into the room, immediately serving her the best spiritual tea.

Huang Li looked at the half-dead tea leaf unfurling at the bottom of the cup and said speechlessly, “Are you possessed?”

Shen Yirong’s face was full of gratitude, “Thank you for what happened today.”

While sipping her tea, Huang Li noticed that the Goddess of Wealth on the small altar had been replaced by a small chick with a large head and short body.

Is she really possessed?

Putting down her teacup, she let out a long breath, sighing with lingering fear, “Don’t do this kind of thing again. It’s too thrilling.”

Shen Yirong deeply agreed.

So many years had passed. The person who used to blush and call her Master had now become the powerful and revered Demon Lord. Just kneeling there made her shiver.

Huang Li had wiped the paste off her face on the way back, but Shen Yirong hadn’t returned to her original look yet. Huang Li pushed a medicine bottle towards Shen Yirong, “Wash your face. You look hideous like this.”

Shen Yirong accepted the bottle but didn’t use it. It was better to keep this appearance for a few days to avoid attention.

However, there were some things Shen Yirong didn’t quite understand. In her mind, Huang Li should have already seduced the Demon Lord. So why was she still concealing her appearance and acting as a low-ranked cauldron?

Could it be that the flower at home is not as fragrant as the one outside, and she’s playing hard to get?

Hiss, she’s a master.

Since Song Yin had a large harem, she had to use some extraordinary methods to stand out.

But Shen Yirong had no such intention. She just needed to get through this immediate difficulty.

Shen Yirong thought of Song Yin’s face again. She felt that it would be hard for any normal person to refuse such a face.

In the past at Taian, even though Song Yin was harshly treated by Shen Yirong, as long as she stood there, countless senior and junior sisters would send her food and clothing. Punishment or no punishment made no difference.

Shen Yirong was happy to see this, always turning a blind eye. After all, she wasn’t the one offering comfort, and the system couldn’t control her there.

Song Yin seemed to be very well-liked.

But she was the heroine, born to be loved by everyone, except for her, the wicked Master.

While chatting with Huang Li, someone outside the courtyard called Huang Li’s name. Huang Li, who was engrossed in the conversation, got up and left.

Shen Yirong felt regretful that she didn’t hear the rest of the gossip. She stood at the doorway watching Huang Li. She saw her talking and laughing with a one-armed woman with a high ponytail. However, all the talking and laughing was done by her. The woman only nodded occasionally.

Shen Yirong recognized that person. That was Huang Li’s lifesaver.

Shen Yirong didn’t want to see anyone recently. She simply closed the door and sat cross-legged on the bed. She touched her waist—nothing!

She searched again desperately. Truly nothing.

The spirit stone pouch is gone.

When did it go? Did it fall on the road?

That was all her savings.

Did the Goddess of Wealth’s revenge come so quickly?

Shen Yirong got out of bed, removed Huang Li, and put the Caishen back up. After three devout bows to the statue, she rushed out the door.

She searched along the way back, in the grass, in the trees, and even jumped into the lake to search, but she found nothing.

If it didn’t fall in these places, it must have fallen in the plaza earlier. It was crowded then, so it was possible it fell there, but she couldn’t get in there now.

Shen Yirong was filled with despair. The month had just passed its first third. There was still the middle and late parts. What should she do?

Although the Demon Palace provided food and lodging, Shen Yirong craved better food, which required spirit stones, and her cultivation method also consumed a lot of spirit stones.

I can’t live like this.

Shen Yirong instantly wilted like a frosted eggplant. She sat blankly under a tree.

Two birds hopped on the branch. Shen Yirong thought the branch was very thick, suitable for hanging.

In her despair, Shen Yirong suddenly remembered something. She bolted upright.

Isn’t there a tracking butterfly? It wasn’t a problem to conjure one with her current cultivation. It was just that it would be difficult to find it in broad daylight. She would wait until night.

If she found it, she would offer more sacrifices to the Goddess of Wealth.

She only hoped that the pouch hadn’t been picked up by someone else. That would require a bothersome negotiation.

But fate always enjoyed playing tricks. Shen Yirong’s spirit stone pouch was quietly lying in Song Yin’s hand.

The pouch was not heavy. What Song Yin cared about was a small amount of fine powder at the mouth of the pouch.

She immediately remembered the cauldron named Shen Yi, and the corner of her eye twitched uncontrollably.

She casually placed the spirit stone pouch on the table.

Song Yin set up enchantments all around. Having seen too many people today, her eyes were tired.

In recent years, the relationship between the Taian Sect and the Demon Palace was hostile, and Taian had sent many people to infiltrate the palace, but she could always accurately identify them.

Today was the first time she had made a mistake, but since the person was already in the palace, she wasn’t anxious.

A dull pain in her chest. The heart demon began to act up again. Song Yin smelled the alluring fragrance.

She reinforced the enchantment, shedding her clothes as she walked forward, and then immersed herself in the water.

She didn’t know why, but the heart demon attacks had become more frequent recently, sometimes even uncontrollable.

Song Yin had no choice but to use the cold pool to restrain herself, but the cold pool also had disadvantages. While suppressing the heart demon, it also suppressed her main body, leaving her weak for a night.

During this period, anyone could kill her.

The previous spatial domain was no longer safe. Song Yin could only transfer the cold pool water to her secluded cultivation place.

Surely no one would disturb her here.

Song Yin relaxed in the water, closing her eyes to regulate the flow of spiritual energy in her body.

A light blue-winged butterfly effortlessly passed through the enchantment. The butterfly circled the room a few times, then landed on the spirit stone pouch on the table.

The butterfly tried to lift the pouch. When it realized it couldn’t, it anxiously flew circles around the pouch.

Sweat covered Shen Yirong’s forehead. She shared the butterfly’s vision. This feeling of being able to see but not touch made her extremely frustrated.

Her pouch was not in the inner palace. The tracking butterfly led her to this desolate place, but this place was protected by an enchantment. The tracking butterfly could enter, but Shen Yirong could not.

Shen Yirong did not give up. Although this body had low cultivation, she retained the memories of her past life.

When she was ill in bed in her past life, Shen Yirong had read many ancient texts and learned many obscure minor spells.

Judging by the butterfly’s perspective, the enchantment’s owner didn’t seem to be here. She could try to unlock the enchantment.

It turned out that Shen Yirong had overestimated herself. This enchantment was significantly more powerful than the Demon Palace’s main enchantment. The hidden absolute-kill formation and maze formation had over a thousand possible variations.

She squatted in front of the formation for a long time but couldn’t find a flaw.

I get it. This formation is like math. Even if you force yourself to love math, there won’t be any results.

Maybe I should give up. Borrowing some spirit stones from Huang Li could get me through this month, but I’d have to pay it back next month. My scripture-washing and marrow-cleansing process would also have to be postponed…

After thinking about it, Shen Yirong still felt unwilling.

She closed her eyes and shared her vision with the tracking butterfly again, wondering if she could find a flaw from the inside. But then she suddenly noticed something wrong—the tracking butterfly had somehow picked up the pouch.

Shen Yirong was overjoyed when she realized this. She controlled the butterfly to carry the pouch, but the action was still difficult.

The treatment in the Demon Palace was good, so the pouch was quite heavy. The task Shen Yirong gave the butterfly was a bit too much for it.

Shen Yirong’s connection with the butterfly became unstable. The field of vision was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, and she couldn’t control the direction of flight.

When it finally stabilized, the moment the image returned to her mind, Shen Yirong was almost scared to death by the pair of crimson eyes.

The same killing intent as last time. She was unable to move. Then, a gap opened in the enchantment in front of her, and she was pulled into the enchantment.

Song Yin’s face came closer and closer. Shen Yirong was filled with terror.

She was pressed into the water, her clothes soaked with cold sweat.

Song Yin’s wet hair was draped over her shoulders. Her beautiful face was expressionless, with only a pair of red pupils staring intently at Shen Yirong.

Shen Yirong had never seen Song Yin like this—dangerous, yet captivating—until Song Yin tightened her hand on her neck, bringing her back to her senses.

“Speak. How did you find me?”

Shen Yirong wanted to speak, but she couldn’t.

This is a complete misunderstanding!

Shen Yirong didn’t know how to describe her feelings. Why did she always run into Song Yin bathing recently?

The pressure on her neck slowly tightened. Shen Yirong struggled sadly. Just when she thought she was finished, Song Yin let out a muffled groan.

The constraint on her neck vanished. She fell into the water. After choking on a few gulps of water, she quickly came out of the surface.

Just as she was about to argue, her face was seized.

The cold pool water washed away the disguise on Shen Yirong’s face, revealing a face that was 80% similar to her previous life.

Shen Yirong was oblivious to this. She only felt the intense, sickening killing intent around her disappear.

The close proximity allowed Shen Yirong to clearly see all the emotions on Song Yin’s face. She was no longer icy, as if tainted by useless worldly emotions, becoming somewhat human.

However, Shen Yirong couldn’t understand the expression on the other person’s face.

It looked like she was crying and laughing at the same time.

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