Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Clothes, Huh?

Seeing Shen Yirong still in shock, Song Yin couldn’t help but clarify, “Don’t think too much; that’s just the way it is.”

When Shen Yirong opened her mouth to speak, it was Song Yin’s voice. She was inwardly flustered, but seeing Song Yin’s calm demeanor, she slowly relaxed.

After all, she wasn’t the only one suffering the misfortune. By any measure, Song Yin was taking the bigger loss.

Shen Yirong had many questions she wanted to ask, “How did Your Excellency find me?”

Song Yin calmly took a sip of tea and suddenly said, “Guess.”

Shen Yirong couldn’t possibly guess, so she switched to another question, “Is this the fox demon’s doing? Is there a way to switch back?”

Song Yin was displeased by her impatience, “Is my body not to your liking?”

Why do those words sound so strange?

Shen Yirong felt a bit of a headache and then remembered that the fragment of the Myriad Manifestations Mirror was currently on Song Yin.

She hesitated, “Could Your Excellency please hand over the Myriad Manifestations Mirror to me?”

Song Yin secretly gritted her teeth, hearing how much Shen Yirong treasured the mirror. She could have dodged the mirror with this person, but at the time, she thought there was no difference between the mirror’s inside and outside, and she could also trick Mei Xin.

She hadn’t expected the inner demon to flare up. She hadn’t tricked Mei Xin but had tricked herself instead.

Seeing Shen Yirong cautiously asking for the mirror, Song Yin knew her mind must be full of the ‘her’ from the mirror.

Overwhelmed with jealousy, Song Yin sneered, “No.”

This cold refusal made Shen Yirong collapse for a moment, but then a thought of snatching it arose.

Song Yin saw her distressed look, endured it repeatedly, and finally turned her head, “Foolish. We have swapped bodies. When she comes out of the mirror and sees this Venerable’s face, how could she be happy?”

“Moreover, she will surely be worried about our body swap.”

Shen Yirong imagined it and suddenly shivered. Song Yin was right; she couldn’t let little Song worry.

But she still cautiously instructed, “Then please, Your Excellency, keep it safe for me.”

Shen Yirong’s voice was full of politeness. As soon as the other party discovered she was Song Yin, she would become this way.

Song Yin clenched her fist. She wanted to refuse with a cold laugh, but the words that came out were, “Fine.”

Shen Yirong smiled, but she was still uncomfortable with her current body. Although Song Yin was immensely talented and powerful, she still wanted to switch back.

While pondering, she saw Song Yin stand up and walk to the door. Shen Yirong stood there dumbfounded, and then saw Song Yin suddenly turn around, looking impatient, “Let’s go, to catch the fox demon.”

Shen Yirong suddenly snapped back to attention. She eagerly trotted behind Song Yin. Perhaps because she was facing her own face, she wasn’t as nervous as before and started chirping like a little bird again.

“Your Excellency, do we have to catch the fox demon to find a solution?”

“Your Excellency?”

“Why is Your Excellency not speaking?”

Song Yin frowned. It felt like a bee was buzzing constantly in her ear. She couldn’t help but interrupt, “In your eyes, is this Venerable omnipotent?”

Shen Yirong replied without hesitation, “Yes.”

Perhaps not expecting this, Song Yin was momentarily stumped, then turned her head and snorted.

Song Yin’s thoughts were hard to guess. Shen Yirong understood it was best not to speak now.

However, after this chaos, the disguise originally on Song Yin’s body had fallen off.

Shen Yirong noticed that the demons along the way looked at her with extreme fear.

It was no wonder these demons were afraid. Song Yin’s face was enough to stop minor demons from crying at night here.

The Demon Realm had organized several attacks on the Southern Territory, but they all ended in failure.

One time, Song Yin personally took part. That time, only a handful of demons sent by the Demon Realm survived.

The surviving demons were also ruined, screaming whenever they saw something red.

Of course, these demons were terrified of such a dreadful figure.

“It’s the Demon Head!”

“The Demon Head is attacking!”

“Run!”

Shen Yirong saw the demons running away into holes, fleeing on foot, or flying with their wings, startled by her, and couldn’t help but laugh, “Your Excellency, you are so popular.”

Song Yin watched the scene of the demons fleeing and slightly lifted her chin.

She knew Shen Yirong was being sarcastic, but she wasn’t angry. As the ruler of the Southern Territory, she naturally needed some deterrent. Otherwise, those demons would never stay put in the Demon Realm.

But Shen Yirong called her “Your Excellency.” Song Yin raised an eyebrow, “You are the ‘Your Excellency’ now.”

Song Yin deployed her divine sense, searching for the fox’s figure. Although their bodies had swapped, divine sense was related to the soul, so Song Yin could see very far. She found the fox leisurely drinking water by a lake.

After drinking, the fox suddenly lay down to lick her butt, flicking her nine tails.

This leisurely scene made Song Yin’s face turn as black as the bottom of a pot.

Shen Yirong, watching silently from the side, hadn’t expected her own face to look so terrifying when angry, and quite intimidating too.

Shen Yirong instinctively tried to imitate it, scaring away another group of hiding demons.

Ha, Song Yin’s face is quite useful for warding off evil.

Song Yin let out a cold snort. She habitually reached out to grab, only catching a handful of air. The space didn’t shatter.

Shen Yirong watched a sudden look of surprise appear on the other party’s usually stern face. She resisted the urge to laugh.

Thinking carefully, it made sense. The other party only had Golden Core stage cultivation now, so there was no need to be so afraid.

Song Yin turned back and saw her laughing. Her face sank, “Don’t use my face to smile so happily.”

Shen Yirong stopped smiling. She mimicked the expression Song Yin should have, eyebrows pressed down, lips pursed, voice cold, “Understood.”

Song Yin looked at Shen Yirong using her face to imitate her usual appearance and couldn’t help but frown.

Was her face that sour normally?

Song Yin turned her head and said nothing more. Relying on Shen Yirong only being able to see her back, she constantly adjusted her eyebrows. In the end, she still couldn’t get her eyebrows to the right height.

The baffled Demon Venerable grew irritated. She cursed, “Tsk! Damned fox.”

Song Yin blamed everything on the nine-tailed fox demon, thinking that once their bodies were switched back, she would make sure that fox demon knew not to provoke the Demon Venerable.

The fox in her divine sense seemed to notice something. She raised her head and perked her ears, then bared her teeth at the sky before turning into a red streak of light and flying away.

Seeing her flee, Song Yin quickly tried to ride her sword, but the pitiful spiritual energy in her body reminded her that she couldn’t catch up using Shen Yirong’s body.

She turned around expressionlessly, “Use your sword.”

Shen Yirong was very obedient. She summoned Song Yin’s sword, mounted it, and turned to reach out to Song Yin, only to find the other party was already behind her.

“Hurry up, the fox is running away.”

Shen Yirong grew anxious immediately. She immediately controlled the flying sword, but her compatibility with Song Yin’s body was truly poor. The flying sword shot forward at an incredible speed with a whoosh.

“Ah!!!”

Shen Yirong had flown far away, but her scream remained in place.

Song Yin was almost thrown off too and stabilized herself with a spell.

She soon spotted the fox below and shouted, “Stop!”

But Shen Yirong, speeding on the sword, looked very ill. She turned her head aside, “Ugh!”

When she stopped the flying sword with a trembling hand, they had already passed the fox by a long way. Looking again, the fox had burrowed into the green mountains, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Song Yin released her divine sense to look but met with resistance.

Controlling the flying sword to the base of the green mountain, Shen Yirong threw up again.

Song Yin watched her condition with disgust. She walked over and handed her a handkerchief from her sleeve, “How disgraceful.”

Shen Yirong had no energy to debate. She reached out to take it, but a spasm in her stomach made her clutch her knees and start retching again.

Song Yin watched for a moment, then reached out and wiped the corner of her mouth, “Heh, useless.”

Although she spoke dismissively, Shen Yirong noticed the other party’s movements were overly gentle. The dizziness gradually subsided. Shen Yirong pressed the other party’s hand, “That’s enough, thank you, Your Excellency.”

Cleaning the handkerchief with a purification spell, Song Yin warned, “Heh, I told you, you are the ‘Your Excellency’ now.”

Shen Yirong, being quick-witted, changed her expression, “Mhm, hurry up and follow this Venerable.”

Song Yin: “…”

She was only asked to put on an act, and now she’s taking liberties.

Song Yin was about to sneer but keenly sensed a demon’s presence nearby. She closed her mouth.

From the bushes on the right, a red fox emerged, swaying confidently while humming a tune. She sniffed her nose, opened her eyes, and met Shen Yirong and Song Yin’s gaze.

The fox’s fur instantly flared up. She darted back into the bushes with a hiss.

Shen Yirong wanted to use a spell to catch her, but the hateful inner demon resurfaced. The circulation of spiritual energy instantly stagnated, and she even began to hear the sound of dripping rain in her ears.

After forcefully suppressing the inner demon, the sound of rain vanished, but the fox had run away again.

Shen Yirong was utterly dejected, “Your Excellency, why on earth…?”

Why is this inner demon so persistent?

Remembering this was Song Yin’s secret, Shen Yirong didn’t finish the second half of the sentence.

Song Yin stepped into the bushes and suddenly turned back, “Are you concerned about me?”

Shen Yirong didn’t think so. It was, at most, a bit of curiosity coupled with a tiny bit of concern.

Song Yin didn’t seem to need her answer and turned to disappear among the layers of leaves.

The fox’s cultivation was high. Shen Yirong quickly followed.

Song Yin was standing there, seemingly waiting for her.

The other party was always stern, so stern that Shen Yirong didn’t dare to be reckless, so she put away the smile on her face. But now, the other party’s eyes seemed much gentler, not as fearful as before.

She opened her mouth, intending to call her “Your Excellency,” but what came out was, “Waiting for me?”

Song Yin lowered her gaze, then looked up at Shen Yirong, “At that time, it will be very painful. When you are in pain, remember to come closer to me.”

After saying that, Song Yin turned and walked away.

Shen Yirong watched her figure being swallowed by the leaves, momentarily stunned.

The other party was probably referring to the pain inflicted by the inner demon. Was this concern?

Shen Yirong was hesitant to believe it. Suppressing the rising emotions, Shen Yirong chased after her.

She felt this mountain was strange. It was excessively quiet. Deploying her divine sense, she found not a single bird, nor any insects. The fox was also nowhere to be found.

Feeling inexplicably eerie, Shen Yirong quickly caught up with Song Yin. But the deeper they walked into the forest, the darker the light became. Shen Yirong looked at Song Yin’s hand, and reached out to hold it.

Song Yin froze. Her eyes widened as she looked at their clasped hands, “You.”

Shen Yirong was unwilling to admit she was afraid. She spoke off the cuff, “That fox demon has high cultivation. I am afraid you might get hurt.”

It was a lie, but Song Yin found herself delighted by such a poor lie.

Song Yin couldn’t help but mock herself, yet she didn’t let go of the hand. The next second, the other party’s grip tightened.

Song Yin, who was looking directly at Shen Yirong, lowered her gaze again.

Shen Yirong didn’t notice any of this. She just felt that places like this were prone to ghosts and the like.

She shivered and couldn’t help but chatter, “Where is this place? It’s so strange.”

“This is Qingjing Mountain, a place of silence.”

Song Yin looked at the path beneath their feet, watching their gray and red sleeves closely touching, seeing their steps synchronized. She suddenly felt that this way was good too.

Qingjing Mountain was just as its name suggested. If one didn’t mind the eeriness, it was a good place for secluded cultivation.

Shen Yirong didn’t give up using her divine sense to probe. With her relentless effort, she finally found the fox’s shadow. It was curled up on a rock by the river, giving the moss-covered stone a fiery red hat.

Carefully confirming the direction, Shen Yirong wanted to fly on her sword but suddenly found a restriction here. She decisively abandoned the idea and pulled Song Yin to run.

The fox, sensed by divine sense, became alert again. She pricked up her ears. Confirming the danger, she leaped directly into the river.

By the time the two arrived, the fox had disappeared again.

The river water was clear to the bottom. The mud and sand on the riverbed were clearly visible, but there was no sign of the fox.

Shen Yirong bent down and scooped up a handful of water, wondering, “Strange. She disappeared right here. From my divine sense, she vanished immediately after jumping in.”

Song Yin said nothing. She squatted down and looked at the river shrimp near the water’s edge.

The river shrimp were ordinary, quickly hiding when people approached. But one was slightly redder than the others, barely noticeable unless one looked closely.

Song Yin, quick-handed, snatched it. The shrimp continuously stretched in her hand.

Song Yin slowly tightened two fingers. Fire suddenly ignited on the shrimp’s body. The flame was scorching, but even so, she didn’t let go.

But the fingers being burned by the flame lacked sword calluses. Song Yin suddenly remembered that the body was not her own. She immediately released the shrimp.

The red shrimp landed and transformed back into the fox’s form.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Yirong shouted sharply, “Freeze!”

Seeing the fox immobilized, Shen Yirong quickly squatted down. She pulled Song Yin’s hand and frowned at the scorch marks on it, “Why didn’t you let go?”

Song Yin just looked at the other party’s slightly anxious expression.

Shen Yirong only had eyes for the burn on her hand, “I have burn medicine in my spiritual ring.”

The spiritual ring was worn near her chest. Song Yin hesitated for a moment and took out the spiritual ring.

The spiritual ring, like the divine sense, only recognized the soul. Shen Yirong easily opened it and took out a bottle of medicinal powder.

She pulled Song Yin’s injured hand and sprinkled the medicinal powder on it, carefully observing the other party’s expression.

The medicinal powder fell on the scorched and curled skin. It should have been very painful, but this person showed no reaction.

Shen Yirong sprinkled the medicine even more gently, “If it hurts, you can shout.”

“…Heh, as the ruler of the Southern Territory, this little injury…”

Shen Yirong interrupted her, “Right now, you are not.”

Song Yin fell silent. She still didn’t move, contemplating something.

Shen Yirong expected her to be sarcastic, or to remain silent, but while she was bandaging the finger, the other party revived from that stillness.

“Are you angry? Because I damaged your physical body.”

Shen Yirong bandaged Song Yin’s finger until it resembled a radish. She suddenly remembered when she had chilblains in her previous life, her fingers looked similar to this.

At that time, Song Yin looked at her with only heartache in her eyes, just like her gaze now.

Shen Yirong shook her head, “Is this how you normally are? Not caring for yourself?”

Song Yin’s breathing hitched slightly. She awkwardly turned her head away, “Heh, as long as I live, even the heaviest injuries can slowly recover.”

This was a veiled admission that this person probably hadn’t treated herself like a normal person all these years.

Shen Yirong didn’t dare to imagine. She didn’t know if her persuasion would be effective, but trying wouldn’t hurt.

“In the future, Your Excellency, can you please treat yourself well?”

Song Yin’s breathing caught again. She desperately wanted to scold the other party for being nosy, but those harsh words just wouldn’t come out.

Putting the medicine back into the spiritual ring, Shen Yirong said seriously, “Someone will always worry about you if you treat yourself like this.”

Song Yin hadn’t heard words like this in a long time.

She had heard them before at the Great Peace Sect, but she clearly understood they were pity for her misfortune. Song Yin had always known pity and love were different.

Later, she became increasingly powerful, a person who didn’t need pity.

Song Yin turned her head. She looked at her own face, which was full of tenderness, and sought an answer with utmost seriousness, “What about you?”

Shen Yirong: “Hmm?”

Song Yin reached out and grasped Shen Yirong’s wrist, “What about you? Will you worry about me?”

Shen Yirong was slightly stunned. She suddenly realized that Song Yin’s feelings for her were somewhat wrong; it wasn’t like the possessiveness of an owner towards property.

After a moment of silence, she smiled, “Yes.”

That simple word melted all of Song Yin’s tension. Shen Yirong had never seen her smile so happily.

At this moment, she seemed to transform from the high and mighty Demon Venerable back into the Sword Venerable’s apprentice.

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but feel happy along with her.

“Then, after we switch bodies back, come back to the Demon Palace with me.”

Shen Yirong’s smile faded again. She scratched her cheek and looked elsewhere, “Well, about that.”

“Fifty thousand spiritual stones.”

Shen Yirong’s heart shamefully wavered. She was troubled by her integrity swaying in the wind.

“Hey! I’m a fox, not a dog! You guys are too much!”

The fox demon finally broke free a little from the confinement. She immediately started swearing, successfully drawing the attention of the two.

Seeing that she was the focus, the fox, whose head had been clouded by anger, calmed down. She smiled awkwardly, trying to please them, “Please continue, both of you.”

“Aiya, you two are truly a match made in heaven. This little demon has never seen two people so well-suited. I apologize for my intrusion.”

After saying that, the fox closed her eyes and played dead.

Shen Yirong wouldn’t let her off. She slowly walked over. The fox, originally playing dead, started twitching her ears as she approached, finally standing them up completely.

Hiss, so cute.

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but reach out her hand. Before she could touch it, the fox screamed, “Immortal Master, please don’t kill me! I don’t taste good! My fur isn’t pretty! My cultivation isn’t high! I’m just a useless fox, boohoo.”

Seeing the fox crying so miserably, Shen Yirong suddenly lost the interest to pet her. She threatened, “Quickly switch us back, or everything you said will become true.”

The fox sobbed, “I can’t do it. We’ll naturally switch back after some time.”

Shen Yirong grabbed her ear, “Hmm?”

The fox became even more frightened. Her eyes were watery. She suddenly shouted, “Sword Venerable, save me!”

A fierce wind suddenly arose on the flat ground. The trees on the side were uprooted and rotated in mid-air. The dust kicked up by the strong wind blurred Shen Yirong’s eyes.

She momentarily lost her grip, and the strong wind swept the fox away.

Watching the fox fly higher and higher, Shen Yirong wanted to pull her back, but then she saw Song Yin also being swept into the air.

The sound of the wind whistled in her ears. Shen Yirong was skilled in using wind, so she tried to make the strong wind stop. But this was Song Yin’s body, and the usual wind-summoning spells she used couldn’t be performed at all.

Shen Yirong cursed in anger, “Bastard!”

As soon as the word was out, Shen Yirong suddenly felt danger. Instinctively deploying a barrier, she was still violently knocked away.

After dissipating the force and stabilizing her body, Shen Yirong looked back and saw a sword. It wasn’t quite right to call it a sword, as it had no hilt, only a blade.

The wind stopped. Song Yin fell from the sky. Shen Yirong ignored everything else. She caught the rapidly descending Song Yin in mid-air. The other party was very calm, watching her with open eyes.

The fox was gone. The strong winds continued around them. The trees of the entire mountain were floating in the sky. Where the trees had been, many hiltless swords were suspended.

Shen Yirong’s pupils contracted violently, “This entire mountain is a sword formation.”

Looking at the dense array of swords, Shen Yirong felt her scalp tingle. With Song Yin’s cultivation, she could have forcefully attacked it. She tried, and the sound of rain appeared in her ears again.

Wisely retracting her spiritual energy, Shen Yirong pulled Song Yin and ran before the sword formation could activate.

She managed to tear open a wind wall, and as she intended to pass through, a sword flew rapidly towards them. Someone blocked the sword for her.

Shen Yirong caught Song Yin’s collapsing body. The wind wall was about to close. Shen Yirong had no time to ask questions. She picked up Song Yin and ran.

This sword formation was too large. Shen Yirong’s actions only moved them from the center to the relatively less dangerous periphery.

The more dangerous the situation, the calmer Shen Yirong became. She carefully observed the operation of the sword formation and then spotted a slim chance of escape in the northwest corner.

Flying desperately towards that spot on her sword, a dilapidated house appeared before them.

Above their heads were countless long swords. Shen Yirong sped up, finally tumbling into the broken house just before the long swords descended.

Looking out the window, the long swords circled outside the house before returning to their original positions.

With the crisis averted, Shen Yirong looked at the person in her arms. Blood had soaked the clothing on the right shoulder. This was not a situation that could be handled with ordinary medicinal powder.

Shen Yirong frowned deeply, “Your Excellency, why did you have to do that?”

Her tone was harsh, but Song Yin couldn’t get angry, “That is this Venerable’s body, after all.”

This explanation was different from before. Song Yin didn’t seem like the type of person who cared about her body.

Shen Yirong was a little angry. She asked with a cold face, “Do you have any burn medicine, Your Excellency?”

Song Yin was stunned. She became much more honest, “Yes.”

Shen Yirong said coldly, “Then please teach me how to break open the space.”

Song Yin looked at Shen Yirong’s cold demeanor. She reached out and grabbed Shen Yirong’s shoulder, pressing her forehead against hers. The method to break open the space instantly appeared in Shen Yirong’s mind.

Shen Yirong hadn’t expected the other party to be so straightforward, to the point of being overly honest.

This was no time for sentiment. Following the method in her mind, she reached out and slashed. The space in front of her was cut open, and the fissure slowly widened.

She succeeded on the first try, but Shen Yirong had no mind for pride this time. She glanced into the space and was somewhat stunned.

The most numerous items in this space were spiritual stones, dazzling and piled up like small mountains.

Shen Yirong shook her head. Her eyes bypassed the spiritual stones, searching for the medicine. The more she searched, the angrier she became. This person had plenty of spiritual stones and treasures in her space, but no sign of medicine.

Heh, and she lied about caring about her body. She probably relies on self-healing when injured.

Shen Yirong gritted her teeth and continued searching, when she suddenly saw something very familiar.

It was a robe from the Great Peace Sect. The black trim on the cuffs had been washed white.

The precious spiritual stones were casually piled up, yet this set of useless old clothes had its own sandalwood rack, with no other clutter around it.

It was little Song Yin’s clothes, and also Song Yin’s former clothes.

She had seen it recently on that snowy night.