Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 56

Chapter 56: The Thief – Stealing What?

Got rich overnight?

Shen Yirong hastily shoved the spatial pouch into her bosom. The spiritual stones must have been crammed in because, upon opening it, the top spiritual stone clattered onto the floor.

Song Yin turned her head and saw a dumbfounded Shen Yirong.

The nearby space suddenly shifted, and water-like ripples appeared where it was usually normal. After that, a hand reached out from the center of the ripples.

This person wore jade rings of the same color on all five fingers, followed by a dark blue sleeve, and then half a head.

Then, she got stuck.

Yao Ling’s face showed shock and panic. She grit her teeth, trying to pull herself out, but even with great effort, she only moved slightly.

She cursed loudly, “Are you a pig! Quick, push me!”

Qi Wu’s voice faintly transmitted from the other side, “Don’t curse.”

“If you don’t help, I’ll curse even more! Ow!”

Yao Ling was kicked out, and the jewelry on her body clanked as she fell to the ground, sounding quite pleasant.

The next second, Luo Ci was thrown out, also landing on her butt.

After the two came out, the water ripples disappeared, and the space returned to normal.

Yao Ling leaped up, ready to scold, but seeing the Demon Lord, she instantly quieted down. She pulled Luo Ci to kneel and salute.

“Revered One!”

Song Yin nodded slightly, then looked at Shen Yirong, who was still in the shock of spiritual stones.

She curved her lips, reaching out to Shen Yirong, “Let’s go.”

Shen Yirong blankly put away and closed the spiritual ring. She felt like she was stepping on clouds, and only by holding Song Yin’s hand did she avoid falling from the clouds.

Song Yin looked at their clasped hands, and the corner of her mouth subtly curved up again.

The two protectors were very quick-witted. Yao Ling, in the presence of the Demon Lord, was as well-behaved as Luo Ci.

She took out a boat-shaped treasure from her spiritual ring, then injected spiritual power into the artifact. The artifact grew larger and larger, turning into a luxurious flying boat.

This already damaged palace was ruined again by the flying boat.

Yao Ling didn’t care. She cast a spell again to make the flying boat float.

The flying boat suspended in mid-air continued to grow, gradually overshadowing the entire Fox Palace.

The sunlight was blocked.

“Why did it get shady?”

“Look up! What is that!”

“It looks like a boat?”

The fox demons busy repairing the palace looked up, chattering at the sight of the colossal object blocking the sky.

Yao Ling didn’t pay attention. She always acted extravagantly, and the sight of these foxes being so easily amazed greatly pleased her.

She proudly tilted her head back.

Although Shen Yirong was amazed, looking at Yao Ling’s expression, she felt like the other person was about to make a goose-like sound any second.

The flying boat lowered a circular jade platform. Yao Ling and Luo Ci stood respectfully to the side.

Shen Yirong and Song Yin boarded the flying boat first.

Once on the flying boat, Shen Yirong let go of Song Yin’s hand. She looked around, finding everything novel.

Song Yin watched her excited appearance and couldn’t help but be happy, but soon her smile faded.

Song Yin had a special physique and immense power. She rarely used artifacts herself, so she didn’t have this so-called flying boat.

While she was momentarily distracted, Yao Ling and Luo Ci also boarded the flying boat.

Shen Yirong hadn’t interacted much with these two protectors, but she brazenly went up to socialize.

“You two have worked hard on your journey.”

Yao Ling was talkative. Since Qi Wu had explained the situation, she understood that this unfamiliar woman was the favored cultivation vessel.

However, the technique used for this face disguise looked suspiciously like Tai’an Sect’s work, and they were quite sparing with the materials.

Yao Ling politely responded, “Not hard at all. This is what we should do.”

Luo Ci hid behind Yao Ling and remained silent.

Shen Yirong didn’t mind. She enthusiastically spoke with Yao Ling, “Is this flying boat your artifact?”

Seeing Shen Yirong’s interest, Yao Ling was very proud. If Song Yin hadn’t been present, her tail would have been wagging incredibly high.

“It’s mine. There are only a few of these in the entire cultivation world.”

Yes, Tai’an Sect didn’t have one, but Shen Yirong remembered the Sect Master saying that the former Tai’an Sect did, but that was a time of chaos. Not only did they fail to protect the treasures, but many people also died in battle.

The current cultivation world was far from the prosperity of the past.

Shen Yirong was a little envious, “That’s wonderful.”

Yao Ling was about to say something else, but she suddenly felt a chill. She looked up and saw the Revered One staring at her.

Yao Ling, feeling her hairs stand on end, suddenly remembered the journey. She said with a serious expression, “Please forgive me, Mistress, I need to operate the flying boat now.”

Shen Yirong was very understanding. Don’t bother the driver while operating the vehicle; be careful of accidents.

Watching Yao Ling and Luo Ci reach the bow of the ship, Shen Yirong suddenly laughed at the sight of the two standing one in front of the other.

“Very happy?”

Song Yin had approached her without her noticing, but Shen Yirong was already used to it.

She nodded and chuckled, “It reminded me of a story I once saw.”

“What story?”

Shen Yirong paused, then thought about it and still said it. “Titanic.”

Luo Ci was perhaps scared, clinging tightly to Yao Ling. Shen Yirong felt like they were about to say, “You Jump I Jump,” the next second.

Song Yin didn’t understand. She noticed the other person always used inexplicable words. First, it was “ice cream,” and now it was this nonsense.

Shen Yirong didn’t care much. No one would understand these words anyway.

With a “clack,” the flying boat started moving.

It flew higher and higher, then moved forward once it reached an appropriate altitude.

The ship’s hull was bulky, yet it moved very fast. Shen Yirong looked outside a few times, then she got seasick.

“Ugh!”

Shen Yirong, who had nothing to throw up, instantly felt weaker. She felt her stomach churning. Fortunately, Song Yin transferred spiritual energy to her, and she felt better.

There were rooms on the flying boat. Shen Yirong, unable to bear it, simply lay down on the bed.

Song Yin sat by the bed and offered her a spiritual fruit.

Shen Yirong shook her head.

“Master, I can’t find my true body, woo woo woo.”

The Su Yu Sword had been kept in the spiritual ring. The ring used to be empty, but now it was full of spiritual stones. It was probably buried.

“Try harder to find it.”

Su Yu replied with a wronged sound of assent.

Shen Yirong looked at Song Yin again. She noticed that the other person’s gaze was constantly fixed on her, making her shyly turn her head away.

Boats moving on water often sway, but this flying boat was very stable, so Shen Yirong’s stomach quickly recovered.

She regained her spirits and asked, “Are the spiritual stones in the spiritual ring yours?”

“Yes.”

Shen Yirong hesitated for a moment. “What do you want me to do, Revered One?”

She gives them just because she wants to, but Song Yin’s mouth liked to lie.

She let out a cold snort and said with a casual tone, “I have too many spiritual stones. These are inferior goods.”

Shen Yirong was shocked.

She had looked. They were clearly excellent high-grade spiritual stones. These were inferior goods?

What a waste of natural resources!

Wuwuwu, how powerful. Why is the Demon Palace so powerful?

In Shen Yirong’s impression, the most powerful in this regard was the Medical Immortal Valley. The Medical Immortal Valley refined pills and artifacts, which were sources of income, along with consultation fees.

The Demon Palace didn’t have the above-mentioned businesses, and its connection with other immortal sects was also limited.

Shen Yirong hugged her spiritual ring like a treasure, looking at Song Yin as if she were a benevolent Bodhisattva.

She simply sat up and moved closer to Song Yin. “Revered One, why is the Demon Palace so rich?”

Song Yin smiled slightly, looking at her avaricious appearance.

She had struggled to understand why her Master, who once treated spiritual stones as nothing, acted like this.

Now, she guessed some of it. Master must have suffered memory loss.

She had brought up their first meeting to test her, and now it seemed Master didn’t remember.

That meant Master had lost some or all of her memories from before she became her disciple.

Reincarnation indeed meant losing all memories, but Master clearly still remembered her.

What exactly happened?

Song Yin closed her eyes. After gathering all the doubts in her heart, she answered Shen Yirong’s question.

“After conquering the Southern Territory, I unexpectedly discovered many spiritual veins there, and they are all very high-quality.”

Spiritual veins produce the raw ore for spiritual stones. A little processing of the raw ore yields spiritual stones.

Shen Yirong hissed softly. She understood this much, but even with so many spiritual mines, shouldn’t they be wasted like this?

And she remembered the Southern Territory was barren. To put it nicely, it was the land of demon cultivators, but to put it bluntly, it was a place of exile for demon cultivators.

But that was the saying from centuries ago.

The protagonist is indeed the protagonist. Her luck is incredible.

Shen Yirong was envious, but then realized she was currently clinging to the protagonist’s thigh, so she should benefit as well.

Shen Yirong moved closer to Song Yin. Her mind was racing with how to use these spiritual stones.

The Demon Palace was too desolate. She remembered that every ten years, the cultivation world held an activity similar to a flea market.

People from various immortal sects would take out old items and sell them at low prices. The location was the Azure Sky Secret Realm in the Western Territory.

The spiritual stones had arrived, and her desire to shop was awakened. Shen Yirong didn’t have many artifacts, although she hadn’t fought much in this life.

She turned her gaze back to Song Yin, looking at her very eagerly. “When will Revered One enter seclusion?”

“No seclusion.”

Shen Yirong suddenly deflated. “Is Revered One not planning to cultivate?”

Song Yin didn’t answer. She reached out and pulled open her clothes slightly. The red vines on her blood-colored skin were particularly striking.

Song Yin put her clothes back on expressionlessly. Her intention was clear.

The Demon Palace subordinates were unaware of this situation. This was a secret between her and Song Yin.

Shen Yirong suddenly remembered that when they switched bodies, the other person asked her to stay close when she felt uncomfortable.

Shen Yirong looked at Song Yin. After thinking for a while, she suddenly asked, “Does Revered One want to come up and sleep?”

Song Yin was a little surprised, but Shen Yirong didn’t look like she was joking.

The bed on the flying boat was large. The bedding and sheets were top-quality. Lying on it felt like lying in the clouds.

Shen Yirong moved to the inner side, leaving the outer position for Song Yin. Her eyes looked directly at Song Yin.

It was so straightforward that it was devoid of any emotion, like she was doing a very ordinary thing.

During the dual cultivation, those eyes were the same. At that time, she couldn’t help but call out “Master.”

Shen Yirong didn’t have desire for her; she simply didn’t want her to suffer. She felt a little embarrassed and simply closed her eyes.

She only heard her occasional question, “Comfortable?”

Shen Yirong always had many questions, and it was the same now.

She watched Song Yin suddenly fall silent, then patted the empty space beside her. “Revered One? Want to rest?”

Song Yin felt the yearning in her heart, but she also felt she should coldly refuse the other person to maintain the dignity of the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord should not beg for someone else’s love, nor should she overly consider the feelings of a weak person.

The weak only needed to obey her.

Seeing that Song Yin remained silent for a long time, Shen Yirong understood that Song Yin was unwilling. With a little sense of being rejected, she lay down, pulled up the blanket, and rolled over.

She said somewhat gloomily, “I overstepped. I apologize.”

Song Yin: “…”

She wasn’t sleepy, but she lifted the blanket and lay down obediently beside Shen Yirong.

At first, she was facing away from the other person, with some distance between them.

Later, seeing that Shen Yirong didn’t move, Song Yin thought she was angry.

She struggled for a while, then slowly moved inward, eventually lying back-to-back with Shen Yirong.

But the other person didn’t react.

Is she angry?

Song Yin started guessing Shen Yirong’s mood.

She secretly flipped over and, after hesitating, pulled the person into her arms.

Still no movement. She must be angry.

Song Yin’s temper flared up. She felt she had abandoned many principles. How dare this person still be angry?

Does she think that if I say I want to sleep, I must obediently comply like a dog?

Song Yin held the person tighter, gritting her teeth and saying, “Don’t go too far!”

But Shen Yirong still didn’t move. Song Yin’s anger quietly subsided.

She endured and endured, then finally let out a soft snort, “See, I’m already sleeping next to you.”

No movement.

A vein throbbed on Song Yin’s forehead. She was about to leave, but was suddenly grabbed by the hand.

“Don’t go.”

Song Yin tugged, but couldn’t pull free. Not only that, she also felt a sharp sword intent.

She finally sensed something was wrong. Reaching out, she flipped Shen Yirong over. The person was asleep, and there was a faint glow on her forehead.

The sword intent seemed to come from the other person’s sea of consciousness.

Yao Ling’s voice transmitted into her mind: Revered One, the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion is blocking the way.

Song Yin’s eyes instantly turned cold. She held Shen Yirong in her arms and released her pressure.

Outside the cabin, the path of the flying boat was blocked by a floating island. There were no trees on the island, only successive pavilions and buildings.

Many people stood quietly in the pavilions. They wore various clothes with star and moon patterns and covered their eyes in different ways: some wore masks, and some wore veils.

One person, seated in a wheelchair and blindfolded with white gauze, was surrounded by others. This was Su Zhao, the Pavilion Master of the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion.

Yao Ling had already taken out her weapon, but Luo Ci was nowhere to be seen.

She pointed her hammer directly at the surrounded woman. “How dare you block the Revered One’s path, Su Zhao! Are you tired of living!”

As soon as these words were spoken, the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion’s side exploded. Everyone glared with anger.

“Insolent junior!”

“Is this the quality of the Demon Palace’s protector!”

“Pavilion Master! Let me kill her!”

Yao Ling’s red hair danced in the wind. The jade ornaments on her head jingled. Her smile was wild and unrestrained.

The next second, she stood on the bow of the ship and cursed loudly, “You dogs with your butts on your faces, all talk and no action, crouching behind your blind old lady.”

“A bunch of useless trash dare to say they’ll kill me! Always talking about destiny! Didn’t any of you calculate that you’d be killed by your Granny me today when you left the house!”

“What manners? What lack of manners! When you see your Granny Yao Ling, hurry up and bow! You unfilial brats! Come out and kowtow to Granny for forgiveness!”

The people from the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion hadn’t said anything, but Yao Ling had already spewed out a barrage of insults.

Everyone except the Pavilion Master was ignited with fury.

Everyone requested.

“Pavilion Master, let me kill her!”

“This is too much bullying! When have we ever suffered such an insult!”

Yao Ling didn’t mind the chaos. She laughed loudly and directly steered the flying boat to crash into them.

The flying boat was a bit small compared to the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion, but the impact still made the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion shake.

Some people who were standing in the pavilion watching the battle were knocked off.

Looking at the scene opposite, where people were dropping like dumplings, Yao Ling laughed even harder. “A bunch of useless trash!”

Song Yin held onto the ship’s wall, watching her wildly laughing subordinate and the embarrassed enemy.

It was kind of satisfying.

If Qi Wu had been here, this scene definitely wouldn’t have happened.

Su Zhao still hadn’t spoken. She shifted her gaze to where Song Yin was, greeting her calmly, “Revered One, long time no see.”

Just as the word “see” fell, the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion shook again.

Su Zhao’s wheelchair moved forward, and then, with a “plop,” the mysterious Pavilion Master fell face down on the ground.

“Pavilion Master!”

“Quickly help her up!”

The Celestial Mechanism Pavilion instantly became more chaotic.

Everyone scrambled to help the Pavilion Master up. The disgraced Pavilion Master remained calm, only her forehead was broken and bleeding. After a while, two streams of blood also flowed from beneath her nose.

Yao Ling clutched her stomach and laughed madly, “Hahahaha! And this is the Pavilion Master of the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion! I can be one too! Why don’t you give me the position of Pavilion Master.”

Su Zhao reached out to wipe her nosebleed. She couldn’t see. She followed the sound to find Yao Ling’s location, then raised her eyebrows slightly. “Yao Ling?”

Yao Ling chuckled, “What? Are you ready to beg for mercy?”

Su Zhao ignored her. After sitting back in her wheelchair, she pinched her fingers to calculate, then said a sentence.

“Your sister doesn’t want you anymore.”

Yao Ling’s face instantly froze, then exploded with rage. “None of your business! What does an old blind woman like you know!”

“Your sister doesn’t want you anymore!”

Yao Ling almost crushed the handle of her hammer. “Say that again!”

“Your sister doesn’t want you anymore!”

Yao Ling’s face gradually twisted. She clenched the hammer handle, ready to rush over and smash the person’s head open.

Song Yin: “Yao Ling.”

Hearing Song Yin’s voice, Yao Ling coldly put away her hammer. She retreated to the side, her gaze still fiercely fixed on Su Zhao.

Song Yin stood at the bow of the ship. She released her pressure without reservation. The Celestial Mechanism Pavilion’s altitude instantly dropped below the flying boat.

Song Yin looked down at the struggling members of the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion and sneered, “Heh, that’s better. Pavilion Master Su, long time no see. You look like you don’t have many years left.”

Su Zhao looked up. “Revered One’s countenance remains the same.”

Song Yin looked into the other person’s eyes. “Heh, why is the Pavilion Master blocking the road? Is it for the All-Seeing Mirror? Or for Shen Shuci?”

Under the pressure, a line of fresh blood flowed from Su Zhao’s mouth. She continued as if she couldn’t feel it, “For the Sword Venerable.”

Song Yin’s eyes darkened. She increased the pressure. The person in the wheelchair was bent over.

Song Yin scoffed, “There is no Sword Venerable here.”

“Who in the cultivation world doesn’t know the grievance between me and the Sword Venerable? How could the Sword Venerable be here with me?”

Su Zhao couldn’t speak. The Celestial Mechanism Pavilion was not skilled in combat. Calculating destiny required a price.

For this reason, most of the pavilion members were physically disabled, which further reduced their strength.

They were not afraid of Yao Ling, but the person in front of them was Song Yin, a powerhouse just one step away from breaking through to ascension.

Song Yin looked at Su Zhao’s expressionless face. She suddenly thought of Shen Shuci, and a surge of killing intent arose within her.

The members of the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion, sensing the danger, mobilized their spiritual energy to resist desperately.

In this tense moment, a certain person was sleeping exceptionally soundly.

She dreamed that she had struck it rich. Upon opening her eyes, she was in another world and had bound a system.

It was different from the script in her memory. She didn’t need to hurt anyone, nor did she need to follow any plot.

She made many friends, saved many people, and grew stronger and stronger.

“Host.”

The system in her dream called her.

Shen Yirong hugged the wine she had just dug up from under the peach tree, smiling as she replied, “What’s wrong?”

“Does the Host want to go home?”

Shen Yirong stopped. She asked in confusion, “Why? I don’t have family in the modern world. Tai’an is my home.”

The system had become increasingly strange lately, always contemplating things outside of its programming.

The system was silent.

“Host.”

Shen Yirong was certain that this was not the system in her dream calling her.

The voice came from outside the dream.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Shen Shuci sitting by her bed.

“Host, come with me.”

A chill rose from her heart. Shen Yirong raised her hand to summon the wind, but several gold threads flew out of the other person’s sleeve, restraining her.

Su Yu automatically protected her Master. She cut the gold threads, transmitting a message in alarm: What is this thing!

Shen Shuci sat upright, holding the mirror. She didn’t open her mouth, but the voice reverberated three-dimensionally in Shen Yirong’s ear: Host, did I do something wrong?

Shen Yirong heard a hint of grievance in the other person’s mechanical voice.

You’re feeling aggrieved!

Shen Yirong, who was initially scared, burned away her fear. She transmitted her anger: What did you do wrong? You forced me to follow the plot, and you promised me a new life after the plot was finished, but you gave me the same face and stuffed me into my enemy’s harem!

Shen Yirong grew angrier the more she spoke, almost cursing out loud.

The Shen Shuci in front of her opened her eyes in astonishment. The originally sluggish, lifeless mechanical voice immediately sped up.

“I didn’t. When did this happen?”

“? I’m really going to punch you! Trying to renege after only four hundred years?”

“Host, four hundred years ago, I was in the Central Yue Kingdom.”

Shen Yirong was startled. After thinking carefully, she realized the time was indeed wrong.

But the voice was exactly the same. It was possible the system had some kind of clone function.

Shen Yirong looked at Shen Shuci suspiciously: Then why did you leave my body?

Shen Shuci’s voice was a little eager: You threw me away! You threw me away along with some of your memories.

The mechanical voice could actually sound this aggrieved.

Shen Yirong’s mind was a mess. How did she go from being the victim to the perpetrator?

But facing this person, she subconsciously felt fear. Shen Yirong couldn’t trust this thing. She’d rather believe Song Yin would go bankrupt than trust this.

A spell seemed to have been cast in the room, preventing sound from escaping.

This person’s strength was above the Nascent Soul stage. Shen Yirong couldn’t defeat her for now, but she could stall.

So, she stopped being hostile and asked with a smile, “Why do you want me to go with you?”

Shen Shuci didn’t detect the abnormality. “I calculated your eight characters. You two are not compatible.”

It had been a long time since she had heard such a grounded statement, but she felt something was wrong.

Shen Yirong secretly looked outside while continuing the conversation, “Is that all?”

Shen Shuci was more honest than expected. “She is very fierce. I felt a hint of your aura in the Central Yue Kingdom. When I possessed a stone statue to look, she chopped off my head.”

Shen Yirong: “Oh, well-deserved.”

It was normal for Song Yin, who spent day and night with her, to carry her aura.

What wasn’t normal was this thing that possessed a stone head in the middle of the night to peep.

Who wouldn’t chop you?

But why hadn’t anyone noticed the abnormality here yet?

If all else failed, she would fight with her sword.

Shen Yirong’s mind raced, and she asked again, “Then why didn’t you look for me at Tai’an?”

Shen Shuci: “…You sealed my authority. I could only act by finding a body willing to be possessed by me. Dead things couldn’t travel far.”

Shen Yirong: “?”

Shen Shuci continued, “By the time I adapted to the body, you had already been killed by Song Yin. I searched for a long time and finally found you, but you immediately struck me with two swords.”

The more the other person spoke, the more aggrieved she sounded, and the more confused Shen Yirong became.

Is she lying?

Shen Yirong found the key point from the jumble of information: memory.

“Then what about my memory?”

Shen Shuci completely forgot her purpose of taking the person away. She pointed to the bronze mirror. “It’s here.”

She held the bronze mirror out to Shen Yirong. Blurred images started appearing in Shen Yirong’s mind, and the creepy feeling surfaced with them.

Shen Yirong turned her head to avoid it. “Put the mirror away.”

Shen Shuci obediently complied. After the bronze mirror disappeared, the creepy feeling vanished as well.

“Host, come with me. Song Yin’s fate is too ominous to be mollified. I will send you home.”

Shen Yirong was silent.

Shen Shuci grew anxious. “She is only good to you now because she finds you interesting. The day she finds you boring, your life will be no different from an ant on the ground in her eyes.”

“Excuse me.”

A voice abruptly sounded outside the door. Seeing the two people in the room look over, she nervously lowered her head.

Shen Shuci immediately sensed something was wrong. She pulled Shen Yirong and tried to leave.

But after a series of mechanical noises, they were surrounded by a group of black-cloaked puppets.

Shen Shuci was very calm, but she couldn’t discern the cultivation level of these puppets.

Luo Ci’s voice was still trembling. “The Revered One said, she wants them alive.”

However, behind Luo Ci, Song Yin slowly walked out.

She looked at Shen Shuci with an “amiable” smile. “Thief.”