Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Playing This Wild?

The Demon Lord’s whereabouts were unpredictable, and she usually did not stay in the Demon Palace. The palace affairs were managed by the five major protectors under her.

The Grand Protector had been walking with a perfectly straight back for the past two days, and she became increasingly diligent in the matter of acquiring cauldrons. The existing cauldrons in the palace also had their treatment improved due to her good mood; the monthly spirit stones were about to double.

Anyway, this minor expenditure was nothing to the Demon Palace, but the matter met with opposition from the Third Protector.

“I disagree. This pile of useless people is already excessive. Even if we are wealthy, we shouldn’t squander resources like this.” The red-haired woman was agitated, and her sapphire-blue earrings swung with her movements.

The other three protectors were present. The Grand Protector, having been publicly contradicted, couldn’t help but show her displeasure, “Yao Ling, are you perhaps envious that I’ve gained the Lord’s appreciation, that you’re opposing me at every turn?”

“Peh! What nonsense are you spouting! Me, envious of you? Qi Wu, did you drink pee?!”

Qi Wu couldn’t tolerate such vulgar language. Her eyes instantly turned cold, “I respected you because we are colleagues. Don’t be ungrateful.”

Yao Ling lifted her leg and stepped onto the table. Her accessories jingled loudly as she rolled up her sleeves, eager for a fight, “Want to fight? Come on! If I win, you give me your Grand Protector position!”

Just as the two were about to clash fiercely, the Second Protector stood up to mediate, “That’s enough, everyone. It’s tough for all of us.”

Yao Ling shoved the Second Protector away, “Squinty-Eyes, scram! You’re the most insidious one here. I haven’t settled the score with you for tricking me into going to Mount Jingjing last time!”

The angrier she got, the more Yao Ling aimed a punch at the Second Protector’s eye.

The Second Protector dodged to the side. Yao Ling, having missed her attack, chased after her. The two fought close to Qi Wu, and then the Second Protector swiftly flashed away, making Yao Ling’s fist narrowly miss Qi Wu’s ear.

Qi Wu could no longer bear it. She delivered a flying kick and joined the melee.

The Fourth Protector watched from the side with excitement, “Fun! Count me in!”

With that, she joined in.

In an instant, the tables, chairs, and tea sets in the council hall seemed to sprout wings and fly freely.

A teacup lid smashed into the black, trembling “mushroom” huddled in the corner. The Fifth Protector pulled down her hood, muttering, “Can’t see me, can’t see me.”

The moment Song Yin stepped in, she saw this chaotic scene.

The Demon Palace seems to have no future.

Song Yin darkened her face and released her suppressive aura. The hall instantly fell silent. The few individuals quickly scrambled over and knelt down.

“Lord.”

Song Yin walked past them, but the room was a mess, and she found no place to sit. She simply used a spell to float in the air and sit down.

The first to react was Qi Wu, “What are the Lord’s instructions?”

The Lord’s personal visit must indicate a major event. The last time was to launch a punitive expedition against the Taian Sect. The time before that was for a punitive expedition against the Taian Sect. And the time before that was also the same.

Therefore, this time must also be to launch a punitive expedition against the Taian Sect.

I heard that the Taian Sect’s Venerable Mei had problems with her Path of Heartlessness. The Lord must want to take this opportunity to attack and catch them off guard.

As expected of the Lord! She can know the affairs of the world even while cultivating in seclusion. It is truly a blessing to follow such a Lord.

Song Yin didn’t quite understand why Qi Wu’s eyes suddenly became so fervent, but she didn’t care.

Recalling the person who mistakenly entered her space yesterday, she lowered her eyes and commanded, “Have that cauldron named Shen Yi make clothes for me.”

“Yes! …Huh?”

Qi Wu’s mind went blank for a moment. Wasn’t she attacking the Taian Sect?

Seeing Song Yin frown, Qi Wu lowered her head again, her voice louder than before, “Yes!”

Song Yin was quite satisfied with her attitude. Among these protectors, the Grand Protector was the one she appreciated the most; after all, she was quite useful.

However…

Song Yin looked at the five people prostrated on the ground and chuckled softly. Hearing the laughter, the few people stiffened.

“Each of you will receive five hundred lashes.”

“Yes, Lord.”

Having given her instructions, Song Yin wanted to find a secluded place to continue cultivating. Her realm had slightly shifted yesterday; it was a good time for cultivation.

Song Yin walked to the doorway and then turned around, “Qi Wu.”

Qi Wu quickly responded, “What are the Lord’s commands?”

“You personally supervise Shen Yi.”

Song Yin’s figure was no longer in the great hall, only her voice echoed.

The protectors, having received the punishment, became obedient and no longer argued.

Qi Wu hadn’t expected the Lord to visit today, but the punishment today wasn’t unfair. However, the Lord was suddenly concerned about a cauldron. Could it be that she had taken a fancy to this Shen Yi?

There were too many cauldrons in the Demon Palace. Qi Wu couldn’t recall who Shen Yi was at the moment, but she was definitely not a Heaven- or Earth-rank cauldron.

For so many years, the Lord had ignored these cauldrons. Now that there was a change, Qi Wu felt affirmed.

This realization made her cheerful even while enduring the whip. The subordinates carrying out the punishment wondered if they had accidentally hit the Protector’s head.

Qi Wu, with a wounded back and a pale, smiling face, rushed to the small courtyard where Shen Yirong lived, while Shen Yirong was still sound asleep on her bed board.

She hugged the borrowed spirit stones tightly, a faint, meaningful smile on her lips, looking quite happy.

“Spirit stones~”

Shen Yirong dreamed she was swimming freely in an ocean of spirit stones. The air was filled with the beautiful fragrance emanating from the spirit stones, which seemed to be the scent of orchids.

Orchid?

Shen Yirong poked her head out of the spirit stone ocean. Soon, these spirit stones slowly melted like ice cream under the sun, eventually turning into a pool of cold water.

In the water was a beautiful woman, who looked quite like Song Yin.

The beauty curled her lips in a faint smile, killing intent surging in her crimson pupils. She teasingly lifted Shen Yirong’s chin, “Master, your heartbeat is so noisy.”

A sharp pain shot through her chest. Shen Yirong woke up from the dream with a start, sweat dampening her forehead. She quickly reached out and snatched the pouch that was about to fall off the bed.

“Phew! That was close.”

Shen Yirong carefully tied the pouch to her waist. After securing it, she suddenly sighed.

Hanging it like this was prone to accidents. Shen Yirong suddenly missed the storage ring from her previous life.

In her previous life, she had a storage ring but no spirit stones. In this life, she had spirit stones but no storage ring. It was truly regrettable.

But the Song Yin in that dream was a little too terrifying.

Shen Yirong felt lingering fear. She shivered, recalling Song Yin’s killing intent yesterday.

She patted her chest, comforting herself, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m just a low-ranked cauldron. The Demon Lord is so busy. Maybe she’ll forget about me soon.”

Just as she was about to get out of bed, she heard a commotion outside. Shen Yirong vaguely heard phrases like “I envy her” and “Why wasn’t it me.”

It seemed like something good was happening. Good things could mean spirit stones.

Little stars immediately appeared in Shen Yirong’s eyes. She jumped out of bed, used a cleansing spell to clean herself, and ran out the door.

Outside, a crowd had already gathered. As Shen Yirong stepped out, she realized something was wrong. Usually, no one looked at her when she went out, but now these people were all staring at her.

She moved slightly to the left; the crowd’s eyes followed her. She moved to the right; the crowd also moved to the right.

Before long, the crowd parted on both sides, and Shen Yirong saw a familiar figure.

She had thorns wrapped around her waist, with two small red flowers blooming on them. Her healthy, wheat-like complexion was slightly pale today, and she was smiling as she looked at Shen Yirong.

Isn’t this the Grand Protector I saw yesterday?

Qi Wu walked up to Shen Yirong and scrutinized her up and down. Her expression changed. Although she couldn’t remember what Shen Yi looked like, this appearance was strikingly similar to an old acquaintance. She shouldn’t have no impression of her.

Seeing Qi Wu staring at her face, Shen Yirong’s heart clenched. Only then did she reach up to touch her face, feeling only smoothness.

It’s gone? When did the disguise disappear!

Shen Yirong suddenly remembered Song Yin’s sudden change of expression yesterday. So it was because of this.

Now, Shen Yirong’s face was even paler than Qi Wu’s. She looked like she was about to faint, but fortunately, the wall behind her provided support.

Shen Yirong’s weakness interrupted Qi Wu’s thoughts. Huang Li, who was nearby, was called over by her.

“Has she always looked like this?” Qi Wu frowned.

Huang Li remembered the recent news about the Taian Sect spy. She quickly bore witness, “Protector, she has always looked like this.”

Qi Wu was confused but felt these details were unimportant. So, she put on a smiling face, “You are truly lucky. But you need to nourish your body in the future.”

With a face like this, don’t let the Lord play her to death.

Shen Yirong felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny, but she also understood that the commotion today was aimed at her.

Her smile was strained and unnatural, “Thank you for your concern, Protector. I feel unwell today, so I will go back to my room to rest first.”

After saying this, she tried to slip back into the room but was restrained by a spell.

Qi Wu examined her face, then wore a profound expression. Shen Yirong felt a creeping sensation.

Many horrifying images of torture flashed through her mind. The system had told her that the black-hearted Song Yin’s methods were extremely cruel. Enemies who fell into her hands only had one outcome: a fate worse than death.

Shen Yirong’s face turned even paler.

Qi Wu raised an eyebrow slightly, “The Lord has commanded it. You must come with me.”

Shen Yirong forced out an ugly smile, “Yes.”

Perhaps to accommodate Shen Yirong’s physical condition, Qi Wu walked slowly. On the way to the inner palace, Shen Yirong received many envious glances.

Envious of what? You can have this fortune!

As they walked, Shen Yirong suddenly felt a faint smell of blood in the wind. She sniffed lightly, her eyes glued to Qi Wu’s back.

“Are you injured, Madam?”

“You are quite sharp.” Qi Wu smiled, seemingly unfazed by the pain.

Her gaze gradually became devout, “This is just a small test from the Lord.”

Shen Yirong instantly understood, but she understood the wrong thing.

Does Song Yin have this kind of fetish?

So, she called me here today because, with this face, whipping me gives her a sense of catharsis for her past grievances?

Shen Yirong began to hate her overly rich imagination. Now her mind was filled with images of Song Yin holding a small whip and cold-facedly whipping her.

Every time the imaginary Song Yin whipped her, she would shiver. Soon, she turned into her own personal vibrator mode.

She felt like she couldn’t drag her legs any further.

“We’re here. You sit here.”

Shen Yirong was pushed in front of a loom, still bewildered. She looked at the loom in front of her, confused, “Is this some new torture device?”

It seems the first impression the Lord leaves on people is not good.

Qi Wu felt that her own guess was correct.

But thunder and dew are all the Lord’s grace. How could one harbor resentment?

Qi Wu tapped the frame of the loom, smiling sinisterly, “It’s just a loom. The Lord commands you to make clothes.”

“Start. I will be watching you.”

Shen Yirong snapped back to reality and was dumbfounded. How could a modern person know how to operate this thing!

But Qi Wu was watching her closely from the side.

Shen Yirong suspected that not doing it would lead to something very dangerous. She trembled and extended her hand.

For some reason, she felt that not only Qi Wu’s gaze was behind her, but also many others?

She couldn’t help but look up.

Song Yin, in seclusion, put away her Water Mirror Technique.

She had seen Shen Yirong’s submissive and timid behavior clearly, and a hint of disappointment appeared in her eyes.

Master was skillful with her hands. She would not be this dull.

She tilted her head and lay in the water, a playful smile on her lips, “Heh.”

Song Yin lowered her gaze. She took out the pouch, staring at the exquisite pattern on it, lost in thought.

In her previous life, Master had never embroidered anything for her. Instead, Liu Qianfeng received one.

Remembering Liu Qianfeng’s boastful manner when praising Master’s embroidery skills in front of her, she felt irritable.

She simply closed her eyes.

After lying for a while, Song Yin opened her eyes and looked around. Seeing no one, she closed her eyes again.

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