Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: The Temptation – Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

Shen Yirong instantly froze. After a violent tremor from the jade token at her waist, it lit up.

It lit up…

It was like a phone.

The jade token continued to vibrate, just like a WeChat message notification in her previous life.

Shen Yirong suddenly heard many voices.

“How can it be used again? Has the Sword Venerable returned!”

“The Sword Venerable is back! Great! I’m going to show her my self-created sword technique!”

“Tai’an Sect is so stingy. The Sword Venerable is back, and they’re hiding it, trying to play the pig to eat the tiger?”

“Hey, hey, hey! Shut up! There are people from Tai’an Sect in this channel!”

“Shut up for what? Didn’t you quit Tai’an and join Jiuxiao?”

“Can’t I say a few words for my former employer? But why isn’t the Sword Venerable speaking?”

The “Sword Venerable” was currently figuring out how to turn the thing off. She flipped the jade token over and found a very subtle, small button on the side, similar to a power button.

After a long press, the jade token vibrated once, then silently returned to being an ordinary jade token.

She sat on the bed in defeat, beginning to doubt her life.

At this point, she had the delusion that she had become a huge celebrity, but this matter was simply too much trouble.

It felt like she was shouldering a mountain of debt.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Right now, the most dangerous place was definitely the Demon Palace.

Shen Yirong’s expression grew increasingly firm.

The wall next to the door had been blown away. When Song Yin stepped over the bare doorway, she specifically looked at the material used for the door twice.

Shen Yirong looked at Song Yin as if she had seen a savior. She approached Song Yin with a beaming smile, raising her hand to undo Song Yin’s soaked outer garment.

“Revered One is back. I will help you change.”

Song Yin took a step back, but her leg, which intended to dodge, suddenly paused. She looked at Shen Yirong and didn’t stop her actions.

Under Song Yin’s gaze, Shen Yirong reached out and unfastened the buttons at the other person’s collar.

One, two, slowly moving down.

But Shen Yirong’s movements soon slowed. When the clothes were undone, the usually unseen porcelain-white skin was revealed, along with a small section of collarbone that gently rose and fell with Song Yin’s breathing.

During the dual cultivation last night, many marks were branded on this spot. With every “red plum” imprinted, the “snowfield” would subtly tremble.

…It made one want to torment the other person.

But now was different. Shen Yirong met Song Yin’s gaze. The eyes that were full of tearful moisture last night were now filled with incomprehensible depth and terrifying aloofness.

How could one person have two faces?

“Continue.”

Song Yin’s voice was colder than moonlight.

Shen Yirong reluctantly continued, but didn’t dare to look.

Her heart was pounding too fast. Shen Yirong simply closed her eyes and took off Song Yin’s outer garment.

Her hearing suddenly became sharp. Song Yin seemed to be changing clothes in front of her.

“Am I ugly?”

Shen Yirong was afraid of being misunderstood. When she opened her eyes, she was stunned. The Song Yin in front of her had completely changed her usual style of dress, putting on a red gauze dress with a low neckline.

This dress was similar to what Shen Yirong wore in the Demon Palace, except it exposed the collarbone, but for Song Yin, it was indeed a low neckline.

Shen Yirong came from the modern world. She had seen all sorts of things, but looking at Song Yin, she always felt her eyes couldn’t rest comfortably.

Seeing her frozen, a hint of delight flashed in Song Yin’s cold eyes. She pretended not to notice, sitting on the bed and looking at Shen Yirong. “Speak, what is the matter?”

Only then did Shen Yirong remember what she had forgotten. She had initially planned to approach and be coquettish with Song Yin. For a qualified actress, a scene like that should have been effortless.

The thought was good, but her brain and body were as sluggish and jammed as a machine that hadn’t been used for a long time. In the end, she just stood there blankly, her voice very honest.

“Revered One, let’s hurry back to the Demon Palace.”

Song Yin clenched her fist. She tilted her head slightly. “Once back at the Demon Palace, you won’t be so free. I will make you do many things.”

Work? Shen Yirong wasn’t afraid, but she couldn’t decide so hastily either.

Shen Yirong tentatively asked, “What will Revered One need me to do?”

As a beast of burden with many years of work experience, Shen Yirong graduated from XX University, was proficient in office software, had a gentle personality and was good at cooperation, could unite colleagues, was proactive, and had strong learning abilities. She had once helped a certain unit format, organize, and print documents, saving them a lot of printing costs, thus becoming the unit’s official printer, receiving unanimous praise from leaders and colleagues.

Shen Yirong realized she was getting sidetracked. She immediately became serious again, waiting for Song Yin’s reply.

Seeing the vitality disappear from Shen Yirong’s face, Song Yin slightly frowned. She sneered, “From now on, you will be my personal female official, responsible for attending to my daily life.”

From cultivation vessel to female official? This title sounded better, but the word “personal” made her feel a little embarrassed.

But this job was easy! With Song Yin’s high cultivation, she didn’t need to eat, and the person was a fanatic for secluded cultivation. When she was in seclusion, that was her vacation.

Shen Yirong was about to agree when she remembered that the treatment for a cultivation vessel was already much better than that of the outer palace disciples.

She immediately adjusted her posture and asked seriously, “Dare I ask, Revered One, what is the monthly salary of a personal female official?”

Song Yin glanced at her. “Not much. Fifty thousand high-grade spiritual stones.”

Shen Yirong’s pupils experienced an earthquake.

Song Yin then added quietly, “Accommodation and meals included, provision of cultivation guidance, and an annual complimentary trip to a secret realm.”

“One free opportunity to issue a Heaven-level commission per year, with the publishing fee borne by the Demon Palace. Spiritual stones are doubled during festivals, and festive gifts can be chosen freely…”

Shen Yirong’s pupils were already experiencing double vision. She trembled and grabbed Song Yin’s hand. “Revered One, stop talking.”

Song Yin was startled. She frowned. “Don’t push your luck.”

Seeing that the boss had misunderstood her intention, Shen Yirong quickly explained, “No.”

Song Yin’s face turned cold. She immediately interrupted, “Eighty thousand spiritual stones. The remaining benefits are doubled.”

Shen Yirong inhaled sharply and collapsed onto the ground.

Song Yin instantly panicked. She rushed to help the person who had fallen on the ground, only to find her legs were tightly embraced.

Shen Yirong smiled, looking delighted to the point of being mentally unstable. “Revered One, from now on, I am your loyal servant! I will do whatever you ask me to do!”

“Master, your integrity…”

“What integrity? Don’t mention such a mood killer when I’m happiest.”

Shen Yirong was excited. She noticed that Song Yin smiled. She definitely hadn’t seen wrong. The corner of the other person’s mouth moved up by one pixel.

But when she looked again, Song Yin was back to her usual appearance. The other person helped her up. “I don’t like the words you just said.”

Shen Yirong immediately reflected. “This subordinate is dull. Please enlighten me, Revered One.”

Does she think a female official without integrity is too low-class? Does Song Yin prefer someone with more integrity? If so, Shen Yirong could retrieve that mood killer.

She was pressed by Song Yin to sit beside her. Song Yin’s hands wrapped around her neck, hanging onto her like that.

The faint and elegant scent of orchids surrounded her. Shen Yirong felt slightly uncomfortable, so she turned her face away.

Song Yin’s voice was right next to her ear, so light, so cold, and so exhausted. “Shen Yi, I am very nostalgic. If I like something, I will use it for a long time.”

“The term ‘loyal servant’ implies a short life. I do not like it.”

Shen Yirong’s heart suddenly pounded fast. She opened her mouth, intending to speak smooth, worldly, and hypocritical flattering words like she would in her previous life.

But those words only hovered on her lips. The final script was just a short sentence.

“I understand. I will live well.”

Song Yin, who was hanging onto her, completely relaxed. Shen Yirong felt the burden instantly increase significantly.

She was in a good mood and didn’t internally complain about Song Yin’s actions.

Song Yin changed her posture and lay down on Shen Yirong’s lap. She then reached out and placed Shen Yirong’s hand on her forehead.

This action reminded Shen Yirong of the little foxes she encountered yesterday. One particularly bold one would lie on her lap, belly up, and use its front paws to hold her hand, inviting a head rub.

What difference was there between the current Song Yin and the fox from yesterday? Although Song Yin wasn’t fluffy, Shen Yirong’s heart still skipped a beat.

Her hand uncontrollably stroked the other person twice, performing this slightly disrespectful action.

But Song Yin wasn’t angry. She even reached up and hooked the long hair falling down Shen Yirong’s back. The dark hair wrapped in circles around her snow-white fingers. The stark contrast was slightly dazzling.

Shen Yirong felt that the current Song Yin was not quite right, and she also felt that she was not quite right.

Her mind started wandering again. Shen Yirong thought she must have damaged her brain from the dual cultivation. Otherwise, how could a conservative person like her be full of such trashy thoughts?

“Tsk, Master, she is seducing you! You absolutely must not fall for it!”

Shen Yirong’s fuzzy mind instantly cleared. She said somewhat guiltily, How is she seducing me? Aren’t these actions very normal?

“No, Master. You’ve been single for too long. You don’t know how scary this colorful world is.”

“Have you gotten into a relationship?”

“…”

Su Yu fell silent. She stopped talking.

Shen Yirong’s mind was also in chaos. She didn’t think Song Yin was abnormal; she thought she was the abnormal one.

Her gaze towards Song Yin was no longer as innocent as before. She felt this was wrong, but she also had a taste for it.

The dual cultivation was done out of necessity and would not happen again. Shen Yirong chanted a calmness mantra internally, chasing the distracting thoughts out of her mind.

Seeing that Shen Yirong was still, Song Yin’s eyes dimmed. She let go of Shen Yirong’s hair and changed her posture again.

Song Yin’s face turned towards Shen Yirong’s abdomen. She reached out to hug Shen Yirong’s waist, then gently closed her eyes.

Shen Yirong asked, puzzled, “Revered One?”

Song Yin still didn’t open her eyes. She hugged Shen Yirong tighter, carefully controlling her strength so as not to cause discomfort.

Song Yin: “Shh, let me sleep for a while.”

Hearing the fatigue in her voice, Shen Yirong remained motionless, afraid her movements would be too noisy.

“Master, are you still going back to the Demon Palace?”

“Yes, don’t you want to?”

Su Yu’s temper was like her name (Sudden Rain)—it came quickly and went quickly.

Provided she wasn’t particularly angry.

She flew out of Shen Yirong’s hair. Seeing Song Yin lying so comfortably on Shen Yirong’s lap made her a little annoyed.

But she couldn’t do anything about it.

She still feared Song Yin. After all, when she first woke up, this person bound her with chains, almost strangling her back into a coma.

As a result, she watched all the way, watching this person slowly develop a tendency to become her Master’s companion.

Su Yu snorted. She made a face at the sleeping Song Yin, but what was visible was a blue light spot squatting on Shen Yirong’s shoulder, flickering erratically.

“Master, don’t you hate her?”

“No hate.”

On the contrary, she felt somewhat guilty.

When the topic became heavy, she always felt a huge stone pressing on her heart. Shen Yirong didn’t want to torture herself. She sighed softly and then smiled.

“Su Yu, your Master is about to become rich. I will find a way to repair your sword body.”

Su Yu’s previously cloudy mood brightened. She leaped high, chirping: Yay!

But then she suddenly remembered that the price paid to become rich was too heavy.

The blue light spot trembled. She looked at Shen Yirong’s profile, then sighed.

The Demon Palace was busier than usual.

Although Qi Wu was a great protector, her cultivation was much lower than the other protectors.

This was mainly because most of the Demon Palace affairs fell on her head. While others were cultivating, she was working.

The desk, usually piled high with jade slips, now also held a stack of animal hide letters.

Because the Demon Lord’s face was too recognizable, many demons in the Demon Realm knew that the Demon Lord had gone to the Fox Clan territory.

Immediately, rumors spread that the Demon Lord was trying to win over the Fox Clan to attack the Demon Realm.

This news spread incredibly fast, and by the end, the meaning was completely distorted, saying that the Demon Lord had already eaten all the Fox Clan and was contemplating who to eat next.

Qi Wu felt a headache looking at the pile of surrender letters.

The Demon Realm was a poor place. The spiritual veins were few and weak. The demon ancestors had been badly defeated in a great war long ago, leaving behind no secret realms or inheritances.

Demons were also different from humans. To put it bluntly, they were uncivilized, and conquering them would be difficult to manage.

The area Qi Wu was most interested in was the Eastern Territory of Tai’an Sect. Although it didn’t have particularly good spiritual veins, it had many secret realms and inheritances left by predecessors.

It was a pity that the Revered One’s attempts to attack, though numerous, were always a lot of thunder and little rain.

A map of the cultivation world was spread on the desk. Qi Wu looked at the Eastern Territory section with deep emotion. Her entire demeanor of defeat changed, becoming somewhat twisted.

“Qi Wu.”

Hearing Song Yin’s voice, Qi Wu trembled. She respectfully replied: “What are your orders, Revered One?”

“Send someone to the Fox Clan territory to meet me.”

“Yes!”

Qi Wu immediately put down the work in her hands.

“One more thing.”

Qi Wu stopped again. She looked devoutly at the air in front of her: “Please instruct, Revered One.”

“You stay in the palace. Let Yao Ling and Luo Ci come.”

Qi Wu felt struck by lightning. She forced back her sadness and replied with full vigor: “Yes!”

Song Yin was relieved to hear her response. She opened her eyes and found Shen Yirong was asleep.

She fell asleep even while sitting. Song Yin couldn’t help but want to laugh.

She carefully got up, but Shen Yirong was still startled awake.

Shen Yirong yawned. “Revered One, when are we departing?”

She used to be desperate to escape the Demon Palace, but now her attitude was completely opposite.

Song Yin felt something was amiss. The factors involved shouldn’t just be the spiritual stones.

Since the other person was already awake, Song Yin simply lay down again. “Are you troubled by something?”

Shen Yirong paused, but if she revealed this matter, Song Yin might become suspicious.

After careful consideration, Shen Yirong shook her head. “Nothing. Revered One, can you return my spiritual ring and the All-Seeing Mirror?”

After switching bodies, these two items were on Song Yin.

Song Yin reached out to take them, then suddenly put her hand down. “Later.”

After saying that, she stood up and sat in front of the dressing mirror, which had luckily escaped the wind disaster, to tidy her messy hair.

Shen Yirong watched her back and couldn’t help but chat with Su Yu.

“This is just a spell. Why is she bothering herself like this?”

“Master doesn’t know, so I don’t understand either.”

Following her Master across the cultivation world for so many years, there were many things Su Yu didn’t understand.

Why are the disciples of Tai’an Sect so lacking in integrity?

Why did a Master and disciple, who used to respect and love each other, turn their swords against each other?

In a sect primarily focused on sword cultivation, why is the Sect Master a body cultivator?

Is this a decline of morality, or a distortion of human nature?

Su Yu fell into her own thoughts, while Shen Yirong propped up her head, watching Song Yin and waiting quietly for her to finish tidying up.

Song Yin’s hair was very long. She couldn’t comb it all the way to the end by herself. The white jade comb always slid to the area near her shoulder and stopped.

Song Yin had to divide some of her hair to the front, gently and slowly combing it from top to bottom. When she raised her hand, her sleeve slid down, revealing a section of arm that complemented the jade comb.

Thus, Shen Yirong’s gaze fell elsewhere again.

In Song Yin’s sea of consciousness, she had clenched those hands. It was easy to leave marks.

No, no. Shen Yirong, what are you thinking again? She is your beloved disciple, and now your boss.

After silently chanting a few times, Shen Yirong calmed down somewhat.

However, she didn’t learn her lesson and looked towards Song Yin again.

From Shen Yirong’s position, she could see not only Song Yin’s back but also Song Yin’s face in the mirror.

Shen Yirong met the gaze of Song Yin in the mirror. She was drawn in by those eyes in the mirror, as if she had met a mirror demon specialized in enchantment. She couldn’t see anything else except those eyes.

Su Yu jumped out of her long list of questions. She was getting a headache, but then she saw her Master staring at Song Yin unblinkingly.

Su Yu couldn’t help but fly wildly in front of Shen Yirong.

“Master! She is seducing you!”

Only then did Shen Yirong realize she had been watching intently. She quickly turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window, but the cherry trees there had been plucked clean. There was nothing interesting to see.

Shen Yirong felt the word “seducing” was truly inappropriate for Song Yin. While Song Yin hadn’t turned around, she grabbed Su Yu like she was catching a fly.

“Where is she seducing me? That word is unpleasant. Don’t speak nonsense.”

The list of things Su Yu didn’t understand grew longer. She could feel it now even without eyes. How could her Master, who had eyes, not feel it!

Su Yu was almost frantic.

“Master, don’t fall for this crazy, bad woman’s trap!”

Shen Yirong was displeased: What crazy, bad woman? This is the future esteemed patron! No insolence.

While the two were arguing over whether Song Yin was a bad woman, Song Yin had already finished tidying her messy hair.

“I will be back soon.”

With that, she stepped over the doorway, which was only a frame remaining, and disappeared around a corner.

Song Yin relaxed a little only after the gaze from behind her disappeared.

She walked out of the Fox Palace. A small red fox was lying by the outermost wall of the Fox Palace.

The little fox was napping, sleeping sweetly, but she woke up the moment Song Yin arrived.

The fox looked excited at the aloof Demon Lord. “Revered One, how was the effect?”

Song Yin was clearly pleased, making the fox look much more appealing. “Where is the goods I asked for?”

“Please wait, Revered One.”

The little fox ran to where she was lying, pushed aside some stones, and retrieved a tightly wrapped item in her mouth.

Song Yin disdainfully cleaned the dust off the item, then tossed it into her spatial ring.

The little fox squatted in front of Song Yin, wagging her tail. She watched Song Yin tidy up and suddenly asked, “Is Revered One leaving?”

Song Yin paused. The fox’s voice held a hint of reluctance, an emotion she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Master seemed to really enjoy petting these creatures’ heads. Song Yin thought for a moment. She squatted down and gently stroked the fox’s head.

Then she quickly retracted her hand and began wiping her palm.

The fox tilted her head, a question mark slowly appearing above her head.

Why did the Demon Lord turn into such a strange woman overnight?

Song Yin finished wiping her hands expressionlessly. She looked at the little fox in front of her. “What is your name?”

The fox wagged her tail. “I don’t have a name yet.”

Song Yin looked down at the fox. The red fox lineage also had bloodline distinctions. Qing Li had nine tails. This little one only had one tail, making her the most common bloodline of fox demon.

Song Yin suddenly squatted down. Although the fox still had to look up at her, it was better than before.

The fox wagged her tail more excitedly. She didn’t step forward. After hesitating, she said, “Revered One can call me Eleven.”

Song Yin frowned.

The fox smiled shyly. “The white foxes used to call me that.”

Eleven, a number, an identification number.

Song Yin had seen too many tragedies. This was just one type, and the outcome was actually quite good.

This fox had helped her, and she didn’t want to owe anyone a favor.

“You helped me. What do you want?”

The fox’s brown eyes lit up. “Can Revered One give me a name?”

This was the first time Song Yin had heard such a request. She had heard the demands of many people, but never one like this.

But giving a name to this demon would entangle her with the demon’s karma.

Song Yin lowered her eyes. “Ask for something else.”

The fox seemed a little disappointed. She shook her head and then became optimistic again. “Then I have no other requests. Will Revered One come back here to visit in the future?”

There was no desire in the demon’s eyes.

Song Yin watched for a while, then stood up again. “Yes.”

The fox’s tail wagged happily. But looking at Song Yin’s cold face, she said, “Revered One resembles an immortal I once met.”

Song Yin frowned. “Who?”

The fox gestured frantically, “An immortal wearing a white veil and a purple gauze dress, holding a bronze mirror. Neither of you likes to smile, but both are very kind people.”

Song Yin’s pupils contracted. “When did you meet her?”

The fox was startled. She carefully calculated the time. “I can’t remember clearly. It was before the Queen’s rebellion. That immortal saved me from the cooking pot after hearing my mother call me Eleven.”

The fox spoke for a while, then fell silent. She secretly observed Song Yin’s expression.

Song Yin clenched her fist. “What about recently?”

The fox shook her head.

Song Yin’s fists tightened slightly. She cast a spell, tapping the fox’s forehead. “If you see this person in the future, do not approach her.”

The fox didn’t quite understand. She felt there must be some misunderstanding, but when she looked up again, Song Yin was gone.

Song Yin’s heart was not calm on the way back. She transmitted a message to Qi Wu again: Spare no expense, meet me immediately.

“Yes!”

Nearing Shen Yirong’s room, Song Yin returned to her usual appearance.

Shen Yirong was sitting in front of the mirror. Seeing Song Yin return, she turned back and smiled.

“Revered One.”

Song Yin returned the All-Seeing Mirror and the spiritual ring to her and said, “We’re leaving. Pack your things.”

Shen Yirong felt it was sudden. She put on the spiritual ring and put the fragment of the All-Seeing Mirror into her bosom. Only when she reached in did she feel another spatial pouch.

She remembered this wasn’t hers.

There was no such thing as ‘binding’ a spatial pouch. Shen Yirong opened it to look.

Inside lay a piece of clothing.

Shen Yirong’s head jolted. Seeing that Song Yin wasn’t looking, she quietly opened her spiritual ring.

…It wouldn’t fit.

The spiritual ring was already packed full of spiritual stones.