Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: So Fierce.

Why was she making that expression?

But now was not the time to think about these things. Shen Yirong nervously explained, “My Lord, please forgive me. I came here only to retrieve my lost item.”

After saying this, she forced out two tears, hoping to gain Song Yin’s sympathy.

However, she was currently covered in paste, so this face might not have much effect on Song Yin.

As expected, Song Yin grew angry.

Shen Yirong didn’t dare to move. She obediently shrank into a ball, regretting slightly in her heart.

She should have asked Huang Li if there was a way to change her appearance without becoming ugly.

Song Yin was indeed angry. The spiritual energy in her body surged backward, and the heart demon took the opportunity to wreak havoc. Threads of blood instantly appeared on her lips.

Song Yin bit her lip tightly, not allowing herself to make a sound, her eyes filled with bitterness.

How could the person in front of her be Master? A person like Master would never show such a cowardly expression.

This person managed to find her every time. This ability strongly suggested she was a spy sent by the Taian Sect.

Song Yin struggled to reach out for Shen Yirong’s neck, but just as her hand was within reach, it fell weakly, leaving only a splash in the water.

Shen Yirong hadn’t figured out the current situation. The killing intent hadn’t vanished, yet for some reason, she was still alive.

Out of curiosity, Shen Yirong secretly peeked open one eye.

“Look again, and I’ll gouge your eyes out.”

Shen Yirong immediately closed her eyes, afraid that one second later she would be blind.

So fierce.

Although there was a high chance she would die today, having just been reborn, Shen Yirong still wanted to struggle a bit.

Song Yin remained silent, so Shen Yirong spoke herself, “Lord.”

“Shut up.”

Shen Yirong shrank her neck. She couldn’t help but complain internally: So fierce. Just like the system said, this person is only gentle to pretty women.

Hmph, a fickle person obsessed with looks.

Shen Yirong complained and felt nervous at the same time. Before long, she smelled the same fragrance as the other day.

The speed of blood circulation seemed to accelerate. Her body felt hot and bothered. Spiritual energy surged wildly through her spiritual veins. A fine, dense itching sensation gradually climbed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

Shen Yirong’s consciousness felt like it was floating on a cloud, rising one moment and plummeting the next.

She wanted to chant the Heart-Clearing Mantra, but when she put her fingers to her lips, no words would come out.

Song Yin’s condition wasn’t good either. Red patterns coiled around her body like vines, circle after circle.

Cold air materialized into chains, binding her hands and feet.

Song Yin’s eyes were blurred, and she showed a hint of mockery at the situation.

This heart demon attack was different and faster than any before, giving her no time to react.

Could the Taian Sect already know about her heart demon?

Song Yin’s mind churned. Her eyes fixed on Shen Yirong became increasingly dangerous.

The air fell silent for a moment. Shen Yirong felt that the fragrance was trying to dig out her brain and control her thoughts, causing her mind to be filled with images of Song Yin, completely soaked.

After all, her cultivation was low. Shen Yirong quickly couldn’t bear it anymore. Her body went soft and she fell forward, plunging into a warm, soft embrace.

“Presumptuous!”

Although it was a reprimand, it was spoken weakly, and the hostility in the words sounded like a gentle complaint, which would lead anyone to indulge in flights of fancy.

Shen Yirong was no exception, but having been a Sword Venerable, a few vestiges of clarity remained in her mind. She hurriedly tried to move away from Song Yin, but her legs gave out, and she stuck to her again.

The water was already cold, but in that instant, Shen Yirong felt the water had become even colder.

I am done for!

“How long do you plan to stick to me?”

Song Yin’s gritted teeth were so obvious; she seemed ready to tear the person alive.

Shen Yirong dared not think of anything. She didn’t dare to open her eyes and could only grope her way out of the pool. In her clumsy haste, there were inevitably a few extra touches.

After climbing onto the bank, she knelt on the floor, “I did not mean it. Please, Lord, forgive me.”

The timid, submissive voice further infuriated Song Yin. This person, bearing a face similar to her Master’s, dared to make such a noise.

Just as she was about to explode, she was surprised to find that the heart demon inside her obediently retreated, and her cultivation even slightly increased.

For years, Song Yin had been plagued by the heart demon, and her cultivation realm had stagnated. This was an unexpected turn of events.

Song Yin turned her head and saw the person’s trembling clothes.

It seems the Taian Sect has truly found a way to deal with her. Now they can even control her heart demon. What kind of method is this?

Do they intend to use this person to bewitch her?

But Master was Master. No one could replace her.

A little strength gradually returned to her body, but her spiritual energy was still gone. Song Yin emerged from the pool, casually draped the red robe over herself, and simply fastened it with a belt.

She walked past Shen Yirong barefoot, her eyes focusing on the pouch that had fallen to the ground.

Before, she only cared about the powder on the mouth of the pouch, but she hadn’t paid attention to the pattern on the surface. The two embroidered fish on this pouch were very delicate.

Song Yin paused, then casually sat on a stool next to the screen.

Hearing the sound, Shen Yirong shifted her kneeling position to face the new direction, her body still shaking uncontrollably.

Song Yin: …

The urge to kill seemed to grow stronger.

The Taian Sect was still the Taian Sect, full of useless incompetents. They didn’t even bother to train the person before sending them in.

They wanted to use Master to bewitch her? How could a face alone be enough? The personality was not at all similar.

Song Yin felt irritated looking at her, but then she remembered the finely stitched embroidery pattern from a moment ago. After some thought, she raised her cold, icy eyes.

“Did you embroider the pouch?”

Shen Yirong forgot to shake. She had considered many possibilities, but she never expected Song Yin to be concerned about the pouch’s pattern.

Her previous pouch was worn out; this one was a gift from Huang Li. But did Song Yin mean something else by saying this?

Shen Yirong didn’t dare to gamble. She was afraid of implicating Huang Li, so she braced herself and said, “Reporting to the Lord, it was embroidered by me.”

“Very good.”

Very good what?

Shen Yirong was a bit confused. Reborn, she found she was still the same as in her previous life; she couldn’t understand what Song Yin was thinking.

She had just touched and groped Song Yin. Shouldn’t Song Yin dismember her to vent her hatred?

“Get out.”

Shen Yirong was stunned. She had done such a thing, and Song Yin was just letting her go so easily?

Seeing her blank, stupid expression, Song Yin lowered her voice, “What? You don’t want to leave?”

Shen Yirong instantly snapped out of it. She quickly got up, and completely exhausted, supported herself against the wall as she walked out.

Song Yin saw her useless appearance and couldn’t help but feel disdain, but then she picked up the pouch on the ground.

She stared at the two swimming fish on the pouch, and her eyes deepened.

After walking away, Shen Yirong remembered that she hadn’t gotten her pouch back. She touched her neck, still feeling a chill.

On second thought, since Song Yin let her go, she might be in a good mood now. So, she turned back.

“Lord.” Shen Yirong’s timid voice sounded out, startling the contemplative Song Yin.

The returning Shen Yirong nervously rubbed the corners of her clothes.

“That pouch was dropped by me. Could the Lord please…”

“Get out.”

Shen Yirong dared not say another word.

When she was far away, she finally dared to curse in her heart, but her upbringing was excellent, so she only had one phrase.

“Bastard, bastard, bastard!”

While cursing, she arrived at her small courtyard.

It was so late, yet there was still light. Huang Li stood at the doorway. Seeing her return, the anxiety on her face disappeared.

She rushed up and examined Shen Yirong up and down. Seeing that she was fine, she sighed a long breath of relief, patting her chest and smiling, “You scared me to death. Where did you go?”

Shen Yirong felt a hint of teasing in the other person’s expression.

Having walked through the gates of hell tonight, Shen Yirong didn’t know how to describe the thrill and danger of it.

She could only look up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, her eyes full of profoundness, “Cannot be told, cannot be told.”

Huang Li saw this and patted her shoulder, seemingly deeply empathetic, “I understand.”

Shen Yirong was shocked, “You understand this too?”

Huang Li proudly puffed out her chest. If Shen Yirong wasn’t so tall, she would probably only be able to see the other person’s nostrils.

“Of course I understand. There’s nothing in this Demon Palace I don’t understand.”

The corner of Shen Yirong’s mouth twitched. She really wanted Huang Li to share half of her confidence with her.

Huang Li leaned in mysteriously, “Did you meet someone tonight?”

Shen Yirong was startled, “How did you know?”

Huang Li sniffed Shen Yirong, her face determined, “I smelled a woman’s scent on you.”

Shen Yirong raised her sleeve and sniffed too. There was indeed a scent that didn’t belong to her—a clear orchid fragrance.

Feeling that her affairs had been seen through, Shen Yirong’s face heated up, but fortunately, the night covered her.

Huang Li noticed Shen Yirong’s discomfort. She nudged Shen Yirong’s shoulder, “It seems she really likes you.”

Likes?

Impossible. Never in this life. It seems the sin created in the last life hasn’t been fully repaid.

Shen Yirong didn’t know what to say. She smiled bitterly, “I’m a bit tired.”

The moonlight revealed the exhaustion in Shen Yirong’s eyes.

Huang Li felt she had talked too much. She walked with Shen Yirong through the courtyard. Seeing the other person looking troubled, she couldn’t help but say one last thing, “You can tell me anything. I will definitely help you.”

As soon as her words fell, Shen Yirong, who had just entered the room, came out again, wearing a ingratiating smile, “Really? Sister Huang~ Could you lend me some spirit stones?”

Huang Li instantly regretted her words.

Shen Yirong entered the room with the heavy pouch of spirit stones. She placed the pouch by her pillow as if it were a treasure.

Her hands folded behind her head, she couldn’t sleep despite being very tired.

A new scent drifted in the wind. Shen Yirong felt embraced by this fragrance.

What’s wrong with Song Yin? What was that floral fragrance? Why didn’t she kill me?

Is this the calm before the storm?

Shen Yirong raised her hand and placed it on her chest, feeling her heart beat.

Reborn, Shen Yirong felt confused about the future once again.

When she first transmigrated in her previous life, she was also confused: the broken body, the inescapable destiny, and Song Yin’s clear eyes when she was still young.

In those eyes, there was only her reflection, as if Shen Yirong was Song Yin’s entire world.

Shen Yirong was afraid of those eyes, and she was also afraid of her own repulsive image in those eyes.

Letting out a soft sigh, Shen Yirong recalled the words she never spoke in her previous life. She gazed distractedly at the ceiling.

After the hustle and bustle, there was endless stillness. Only when alone could she hear the deepest voice of her heart.

“I’m sorry.”

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