Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 61

Chapter 61: Marriage and Fate – By Your Side

 

Shen Yirong felt dizzy from the speed of the sword, but closing her eyes and holding onto Song Yin made it much better.

 

The Suyu sword, transformed into a blue speck of light, squatted on her shoulder. Looking at the two in such an intimate position, she had moved from previous rejection to numbness.

 

If this continues, will I have to contribute to a wedding gift?

 

Suyu sword thought about life with a distressed expression. As a sword, she had no spirit stones.

 

Shen Yirong sensed her. She was horrified: What are you doing out here? Go back!

 

The blue speck of light hopped twice. She rebelled: No, it’s too crowded in your spiritual ring. I need fresh air. Anyway, Song Yin can’t see me.

 

Shen Yirong didn’t want to waste words with her. She reached out to grab her, but Suyu deftly evaded.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

Shen Yirong watched the speck of light flying around Song Yin, and a cold sweat broke out.

 

But Song Yin didn’t seem to notice. Shen Yirong laughed awkwardly. “Nothing. Are we there yet?”

 

They had flown too far. Shen Shuci was still at the inn, and the previous thunder had attracted a lot of attention. Shen Yirong was worried something might happen to her.

 

“We’ve arrived.”

 

Shen Yirong looked down. It was a waterfall, the water rushing down loudly, blurring Song Yin’s voice.

 

On one side of the river below, a sika deer was lowering its head to drink.

 

The little deer perked up its ears, looked up, and then galloped away after seeing Shen Yirong and the others.

 

Suyu landed back on Shen Yirong’s shoulder. She took a careful look around and said: Master, we’ve been to this place before.

 

Shen Yirong also felt a sense of familiarity. After landing, she went to the spot closest to the waterfall.

 

After Song Yin waved her hand, the waterfall split in the middle, revealing a cave entrance.

 

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but complain to Suyu: The Water Curtain Cave?

 

Suyu chuckled: Master, why are you saying that again?

 

Again?

 

Shen Yirong fell into contemplation, but her curiosity about the cave surpassed everything else.

 

She flew in first. Inside, it was a dark and ordinary scene.

 

Shen Yirong joked, “Ha, I thought a monkey would jump out of here.”

 

Song Yin didn’t understand what she meant, but monkeys were furry, right…

 

Cats and dogs she could understand, but why would she like monkeys?

 

Song Yin decided to respect her Master’s interests. She walked to the right wall and used spiritual energy to draw on the stone wall. Soon, many fireflies appeared out of nowhere in the cave.

 

One firefly landed on Shen Yirong’s shoulder and was swallowed by Suyu.

 

Seeing Shen Yirong’s disgusted look, Suyu quickly explained: It’s not a bug. It’s a speck of light gathered from spiritual energy. If you don’t believe me, look closely.

 

Just then, one floated past Shen Yirong’s eyes. Upon closer inspection, it was a dandelion-like cluster of spiritual energy.

 

Song Yin wouldn’t bring her here for no reason. Could there be some opportunity here?

 

In the next moment, the entire cave lit up. The stone walls slowly disappeared, revealing another world.

 

It was a sea of flowers, with some pine trees planted at the edges. One of the trees was curved, and several vines were wrapped around it from top to bottom, looking like a harp.

 

Further back was an entire plum forest. When the wind blew, it rained plum blossoms.

 

Shen Yirong spread her spiritual sense to check. She didn’t find any treasures, only a simple stone table in the center of the flower sea, with a few wine cups on it and several wine jars lying horizontally underneath.

 

Although there were no treasures, the spiritual energy here was very rich.

 

Suyu flew toward the harp-like tree. When the breeze blew, the vine-like strings also trembled slightly, producing melodious sounds.

 

Song Yin asked, “Do you like it?”

 

Shen Yirong detached from the calming scenery. “I like it. Where is this?”

 

“I don’t know. I wanted to let you…” Song Yin paused for a moment. “This is a good place for cultivation.”

 

Song Yin regretted it a little. She had originally intended to say, “I brought you here to see it,” but the words wouldn’t come out.

 

The distant sky was also tinted with the colors of the flowers. This world was magnificently beautiful, and every breath smelled of blossoms.

 

Suyu darted through the flowers like a blue bee, finally landing in the heart of a hibiscus flower to sleep.

 

Shen Yirong walked deeper into the flower sea. She exclaimed, “How did the Revered One find this place?”

 

Song Yin silently followed behind her. “Yao Ling told this Venerable.”

 

Shen Yirong cleaned the dust off the stone bench. This place seemed to be an independent realm. Yao Protector’s cultivation shouldn’t be enough to achieve this.

 

Seeing Song Yin approach, Shen Yirong used a cleaning spell to wipe the bench and table clean.

 

She asked curiously, “And how did Protector Yao find this place?”

 

“When she defected from the Nine Heavens Sect, she accidentally wandered in here and hid here for a few days before successfully escaping into the Southern Territory.”

 

“So that’s how it is.”

 

“Hmm? She’s lying. This is a small secret realm created by the current Sect Master of the Nine Heavens Sect. Hiding here would mean being caught red-handed, wouldn’t it?”

 

Shen Yirong was startled. She quickly asked: Then will we be discovered staying here?

 

Suyu squatted back on her shoulder: Song Yin is here. Even if she discovers it, she’ll pretend not to see us.

 

Shen Yirong was relieved. Having Song Yin by her side still gave her a strong sense of security.

 

The blue speck of light flickered twice. Suyu hesitated before speaking: Master, do you remember this place? You came here with Elder Yun before.

 

Shen Yirong did find it familiar, but she couldn’t remember. And that “Elder Yun” sounded strangely familiar too.

 

Seeing her confused expression, Suyu quickly stopped. She sighed: It’s okay if you can’t remember. It’s not very important.

 

After seeing familiar things, Suyu became chatty. She sounded nostalgic for that past time, her words filled with melancholy.

 

“Sigh, speaking of which, Elder Yun planted all these flowers and spent a lot of effort to keep them blooming all the time. Such a waste of spirit stones.”

 

Shen Yirong had already closed her eyes to meditate, but Suyu kept chattering endlessly in her ear.

 

She couldn’t cultivate even with her eyes closed. After listening for a while, she heard a cheerful voice drilling through her mind.

 

“Good junior nephew, make an accommodation. This jar of wine, I’ll take seven, you take three. How about it? Hey! Don’t grab me! I’ll put it back.”

 

“Sect Master? Not even dogs would take that job. What’s so good about this poor sect that you want to be the Sect Master? Well, alright. I estimate that in a few years, the Immortal Sects will be scrambling to merge with the Great Peace Sect.”

 

“You mustn’t bully your Senior Sister Mei. She doesn’t understand anything. Hmm? You say I worry too much? Heh, you’ll worry even more than me when you have a disciple.”

 

Shen Yirong suddenly opened her eyes. Her heart was racing rapidly, and sweat slid down her face.

 

The memories brought with them panic and pain, but the sound of the zither soothed her.

 

Shen Yirong finally regained her breath. When she looked up, she saw Song Yin watching her.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

Shen Yirong’s heart rate gradually stabilized. She shook her head. “Nothing, Revered One. Can we leave here?”

 

Song Yin seemed to understand something. She hadn’t realized that this place also had some connection to her Master. She just thought it was beautiful.

 

Putting aside her annoyance, Song Yin took Shen Yirong’s hand and walked out. Shen Yirong’s breathing only stabilized after they left the waterfall.

 

The sky slowly darkened. Song Yin flew her sword slowly. Shen Yirong stood blankly behind Song Yin.

 

Fatigue washed over her along with the night. Shen Yirong felt her eyelids were heavy, but if she fell asleep now, she would probably fall off the sword.

 

Shen Yirong forced herself to stay awake, but her eyelids still drooped unwillingly. Eventually, she couldn’t fight the drowsiness.

 

Before Shen Yirong could fall, Song Yin caught her. She picked her up, only to find her terrifyingly light.

 

Too thin.

 

Song Yin sighed softly. She had traveled this far hoping to make her happy, but unexpectedly it had the opposite effect.

 

The person was not sleeping peacefully. Song Yin wanted to tear through space and go straight to the inn, but as soon as the thought occurred, her heart demon began to cause trouble.

 

Song Yin’s eyes chilled. She held the person tighter, then increased the speed of her flying sword.

 

When they returned to the inn, Shen Shuci in the corner was already asleep.

 

Song Yin glanced at her casually, then tucked Shen Yirong back into bed. The other person wasn’t sleeping soundly. Song Yin sat by the bed with her eyes closed.

 

Just like before, she infiltrated Shen Yirong’s dream.

 

After the feeling of falling disappeared, she landed. The sounds of car horns surrounded her. This was that strange world.

 

“Hey! Song Yin.”

 

It was Master’s voice. Song Yin turned around and saw Master waving at her while holding a milk tea.

 

Song Yin walked over and sat across from her.

 

She looked at the thing in Shen Yirong’s hand. “Is it the same as last time? Do you like this brand very much?”

 

“Yes. Why are you still wearing that outfit? Are you still filming a drama?”

 

Shen Yirong seemed very tired. She held her head, looking distressed. “Sigh, I still have to work overtime through the night.”

 

Song Yin watched her typing on the keyboard and couldn’t help but ask, “Are you unhappy because of this?”

 

Shen Yirong, dressed in business attire, sighed while lying on the desk. “Yes. If only someone could help me do it.”

 

Song Yin frowned, looking at the thing called a computer. “I’ll help you.”

 

Shen Yirong had a very strange dream. She dreamt that Song Yin was helping her work overtime on documents.

 

The strangeness of the dream was that Song Yin seemed to have transmigrated from the cultivation world to the modern world. She didn’t understand what a car was, nor how to use a computer. She was exactly as an ancient person should be.

 

But what was even more terrifying was that the Song Yin in the dream quickly learned how to use a computer. Not only did she learn the computer, but she also quickly mastered office software.

 

She thought that was the limit, but this person became very interested in these electronic products. After searching for some programming courses online, Song Yin leveled up again.

 

Even that was bearable, but it got more and more outrageous.

 

During the dream, Shen Yirong was working overtime a lot and casually complained, “I really want to blow up the company.”

 

Song Yin heard this and went straight to the company building. She was about to summon a lightning tribulation to help her company “transcend,” and Shen Yirong couldn’t stop her.

 

This dream was too absurd. Shen Yirong was startled awake.

 

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and saw Song Yin guarding her bedside.

 

Only her own warmth was in the quilt. Shen Yirong hesitated for a moment and asked, “Did the Revered One guard me all night?”

 

Song Yin’s voice was cold. “No.”

 

Shen Yirong figured that was true, but the effect of the dream lingered. She couldn’t help but look at Song Yin’s face.

 

Hmm, no expression.

 

However, the dream was weird, but she was happier to see Song Yin than to work overtime in the dream.

 

Remembering Song Yin summoning thunder downstairs with a cold face in the dream, Shen Yirong couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

 

Song Yin raised an eyebrow. “Good mood. Why?”

 

She couldn’t possibly say, “Because the dream version of you was adorable,” could she? If she said that, Shen Yirong would be the next one to be struck by lightning.

 

Shen Yirong hid her guilt very well. But this time, she didn’t plan to lie. She looked at Song Yin’s face and smiled. “Because the Revered One appeared in my dream.”

 

Song Yin’s pupils flickered. Just as the corners of her mouth were about to meet the sun, she turned her head and said, “Heh, just because of that?”

 

Shen Yirong: “Just because of that.”

 

Shen Yirong saw Song Yin’s body trembling and couldn’t help but ask with concern, “Is the Revered One feeling unwell? Why are you trembling?”

 

At these words, Song Yin immediately stopped trembling. She denied it. “No. You saw wrong.”

 

She clearly did tremble.

 

Whatever. The boss’s word is law.

 

Song Yin was a much better boss than any Shen Yirong had encountered in the modern world.

 

Shen Shuci in the corner had been in sleep mode all night. As soon as she came out of sleep mode, she saw the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

 

She watched for a while and couldn’t hold back. She spent a little spiritual energy to transmit a message: Host, you haven’t actually fallen for her, have you? You once said you wouldn’t be a love-struck fool.

 

Shen Yirong was confused. She replied: What are you thinking? I don’t do office romance. Don’t insult the pure relationship between me and my boss.

 

Shen Shuci: Don’t think I don’t understand just because I’m not human. This is clearly romance.

 

Shen Yirong poked her ear. She used to dislike hearing the system’s voice because it meant having to do a mission.

 

Now she also disliked hearing the system’s voice because it was too noisy.

 

But Shen Yirong still had something to discuss. She asked: Can you escape by yourself?

 

Shen Shuci: It’s a little difficult. If Song Yin isn’t around, then no problem.

 

Shen Yirong understood. She looked at Song Yin. “Revered One, can you accompany me to the Azure Peak Secret Realm today?”

 

Song Yin had already planned to go, but Shen Yirong bringing it up proactively meant there was definitely a problem. She glanced at Shen Shuci in the corner with her peripheral vision.

 

Song Yin agreed. “Alright.”

 

Shen Yirong breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “That’s wonderful.”

 

But when they arrived at the secret realm, there were three of them.

 

Shen Shuci was still tied up, and one end of the rope was in Shen Yirong’s hand. This peculiar scene attracted a lot of spectators.

 

Song Yin’s aura was too strong. Although the cultivators felt something was wrong, no one dared to step forward.

 

Shen Yirong felt embarrassed. “Revered One, at least let her go.”

 

Song Yin glanced at Shen Yirong.

 

Shen Yirong was out of options.

 

Seeing her anxious look, Song Yin reached out and pushed her. “Go play. I’ll watch you from here.”

 

Shen Yirong walked away, looking back three times, leaving Shen Shuci alone with Song Yin.

 

To prevent anything from happening to Shen Yirong, Song Yin’s spiritual sense was active all the time. Even so, she still felt unsafe.

 

There were many Demon Palace spies in this market. She closed her eyes and transmitted a message.

 

“Keep an eye on her.”

 

“Yes, Revered One!”

 

Even after doing all that, Song Yin was still uneasy. But Shen Yirong, in her spiritual sense, seemed quite happy after browsing for a while, and she was much more relaxed than yesterday.

 

Is it because I’m not following her?

 

Song Yin pursed her lips, then turned to look at Shen Shuci, becoming even more unhappy.

 

Even the Heavenly Dao had confirmed it. This person was indeed Master’s daughter, and Master seemed to care quite a lot about this daughter.

 

Song Yin looked at the rope in her hand, her emotions becoming extremely complicated.

 

She found a stall and had Shen Shuci sit down, then untied the rope around her.

 

Shen Shuci looked at Song Yin in confusion. “What are you doing?”

 

Song Yin: “Didn’t you want to tell fortunes? Continue divining.”

 

Shen Shuci’s system almost went into chaos. She still couldn’t hold back. “Are you sick?”

 

Song Yin said nothing, just looked at her quietly.

 

After a standoff, Shen Shuci resigned herself to fate and took out the turtle and other instruments of her trade from her spiritual ring.

 

Compared to yesterday’s enthusiasm, she was lifeless today and didn’t actively solicit customers.

 

Song Yin frowned.

 

Didn’t this person want spirit stones? Why isn’t she moving?

 

Although Song Yin wasn’t short on spirit stones, she couldn’t spoil the child. She had to let her stand on her own feet.

 

But having no business was also quite discouraging.

 

Song Yin thought for a moment and had an idea. She started transmitting messages again.

 

“Someone come and have their fortune told here.”

 

“Yes, Revered One!”

 

Hearing many voices respond, Song Yin frowned.

 

In the next second, many people rushed towards them.

 

“Great Immortal, help me divine my wealth.”

 

“I was here first! Help me first!”

 

“Wuwuwu, Great Immortal, help me divine if I can reconcile with her!”

 

This was the first time Shen Shuci had been surrounded by so many people. When she was at the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, she held a high position, and no one dared to speak to her.

 

The noise gave her a headache. Her main consciousness almost lost control of the external body.

 

Seeing that these people were about to start fighting, Shen Shuci sighed. “One by one.”

 

Song Yin also got a headache looking at this crowd of overly eager subordinates. She simply closed her eyes and didn’t watch, only observing everything with her spiritual sense.

 

While observing carefully, a sudden chilling aura broke into her detection range.

 

Song Yin’s eyes snapped open.

 

At the entrance of the secret realm, Mei Xin prominently appeared.

 

She hadn’t disguised herself, thus attracting the attention of everyone in the market.

 

Seeing that Master’s gaze also fell on Mei Xin, Song Yin felt that going out today was truly a mistake.

 

She expected Mei Xin to go towards Master, but to Song Yin’s surprise, the other person walked straight towards the two of them.

 

Mei Xin looked at Song Yin. “What a coincidence.”

 

Song Yin’s expression instantly darkened.

 

Shen Shuci found these words extremely familiar. Seeing Song Yin’s face, which was clearly more displeased, she strangely felt a sense of great revenge being achieved.

 

She ignored the two with the tense atmosphere around them and enthusiastically started divining for the others.

 

Song Yin sneered. “I don’t know you. Please don’t try to be familiar.”

 

Mei Xin frowned. “Failed.”

 

Song Yin was stunned. “Failed what?”

 

Mei Xin: “Being familiar.”

 

Shen Yirong rushed back from the other side. She was genuinely afraid the two might start fighting, but when she arrived, the atmosphere between them was surprisingly harmonious.

 

She sighed softly and asked, “Is Venerable Mei here to have her fortune told as well?”

 

Mei Xin nodded. “Sect Master said being familiar would make it cheaper. It failed.”

 

Shen Yirong wasn’t sure if the other party recognized them. But Senior Sister Mei actually had something she wanted to divine.

 

Shen Yirong asked curiously, “What does the Venerable wish to divine?”

 

Mei Xin: “Marriage and fate.”

 

As her voice fell, Shen Shuci’s voice sounded nearby. She was divining for someone else.

 

“Sigh, this Immortal, you are destined to have no connection with her. Don’t cling to it. Let go soon.”

 

The Immortal was shocked, covered her face, and ran away crying.

 

Song Yin seemed to hear the sound of her subordinate’s heart shattering.

 

In this chaos, Shen Yirong’s rationality returned. “You practice the Path of Emotionlessness.”

 

Mei Xin looked into Shen Yirong’s eyes. “That has nothing to do with my path.”

 

Song Yin stood by like a cat about to explode.

 

Shen Yirong was silent for a moment. “Whose fate do you want to divine?”

 

Mei Xin: “My Master.”

 

Song Yin’s fur smoothed out. She suddenly became incredibly enthusiastic. “I’ve long admired Venerable Mei’s reputation. Today’s divination is free.”

 

Shen Shuci: ?

 

Shen Shuci was somewhat resistant, but when one is under a roof, one must bow one’s head.

 

She pointed to the turtle and said listlessly, “Put your hand on it.”

 

Mei Xin obediently complied. The turtle spun rapidly a few times and then stopped.

 

Everyone watched the turtle’s back nervously. The most nervous person among them was surprisingly Song Yin.

 

This time there were a lot of characters, so they were very small. Shen Shuci leaned in to read them.

 

“Your bargaining chip is insufficient. Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed.”

 

Shen Shuci raged, “Offering my soul is not enough?!”

 

“Boom!”

 

A bolt of lightning struck Shen Shuci’s turtle. The turtle was gone.

 

Mei Xin was very calm. She politely asked, “Can I have another reading?”

 

Song Yin quickly replied, “Yes! What does the Venerable want to divine?”

 

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but look at the sun in the sky. It’s not rising from the west, is it?

 

Mei Xin: “Where is she?”

 

Song Yin turned to look at Shen Shuci.

 

Shen Shuci resigned herself to continue. Golden script appeared where the turtle had vanished.

 

“By your side”

 

Shen Yirong’s legs went weak when she saw the words. Thankfully, Song Yin supported her.

 

Mei Xin looked at the line of words. She sincerely said, “Thank you. I want to repay you. I see you have an unusual bone structure. Why don’t you cultivate the Path of Emotionlessness with me?”

 

Shen Shuci: “Get lost!”

 

Mei Xin: “Oh.”

 

Mei Xin walked away with some regret, leaving a group of people staring at each other in place.

 

Shen Yirong snapped back to attention only to realize she was still in Song Yin’s embrace. She quickly stood up.

 

Seeing those words in broad daylight was quite scary. Senior Sister Mei seemed happy, and Song Yin was also happy. Only Shen Shuci was not very cheerful.

 

“Still want to browse?”

 

Shen Yirong seemed to see cheerful musical notes trailing Song Yin’s voice.

 

What is she so happy about?

 

Shen Yirong didn’t understand, but Song Yin being happy was a good thing.

 

Today’s excitement was a bit too much. Shen Yirong shook her head. “No more browsing.”

 

Song Yin pulled a chair out of her spatial ring and placed it behind Shen Yirong. “Then sit and watch her tell fortunes.”

 

Shen Shuci: !

 

She couldn’t help but secretly ask the Heavenly Dao: What exactly does she want to do?

 

The Heavenly Dao’s answer appeared in her palm.

 

“She wants to be your mother.”

 

Shen Shuci: …

 

Shen Yirong sat down in confusion. She looked at Song Yin, who seemed warmer than usual, then turned to look at the stunned Shen Shuci.

 

I don’t understand.

 

Forget it, I won’t think about it.

 

Because of Mei Xin’s appearance, the fortune-telling stall’s business became extremely popular. Shen Shuci mechanically offered her non-existent soul as a sacrifice.

 

In the end, she was too tired to even pretend, shortening the procedure to quick question-and-answer sessions.

 

The sun gradually set. Shen Shuci earned quite a lot today. After closing the stall, she numbly counted her earnings.

 

Shen Yirong felt that this divination was very profitable. After thinking for a moment, she frowned: “Does this cause you any harm?”

 

Shen Shuci suddenly brightened up. She said happily: “No. Is the Host concerned about me?”

 

Shen Yirong felt a bit unable to respond. She paused and said, “Something like that.”

 

Shen Shuci felt that her relationship with the Host was warming up. When they first reunited, the Host was very afraid of her.

 

Which scumbag impersonated me!

 

Shen Shuci had also asked the Heavenly Dao, but the Heavenly Dao didn’t give every answer.

 

She was feeling frustrated. Now they had to return to the inn, and Song Yin would probably tie her up. So she sat obediently without moving.

 

But she waited for a long time and didn’t get tied up. Instead, Song Yin asked, “How much did you earn today?”

 

Song Yin’s tone was as affectionate as asking, “Did you finish your homework?”

 

Shen Shuci felt it was strange to say, but not saying it also seemed problematic.

 

Two pairs of eyes were fixed on her. The feeling was indescribable.

 

But Song Yin is only four hundred years old. I’ve been a system for so long I can’t even remember. Is this right?!

 

Shen Shuci struggled for a while, but finally gave in. “A little over fifty thousand.”

 

Song Yin patted her shoulder. “Very impressive.”

 

Shen Shuci was beyond speechless.

 

When they returned to the inn, it was already dark. Shen Yirong wanted to cultivate but was stopped by Song Yin.

 

“Your current state is unstable. Rest first.”

 

Shen Yirong felt that was correct. She glanced at Song Yin.

 

Song Yin: “What is it?”

 

Shen Yirong shook her head, lay down, and scooted inward, making space for Song Yin.

 

She looked at Song Yin’s face and suddenly said, “Revered One.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“Goodnight.”

 

Song Yin was a bit surprised. “Goodnight.”

 

Shen Yirong slowly closed her eyes.

 

I wonder if Song Yin will be in my dream tonight?

 

Song Yin watched her until she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep with a smile.

 

Unconsciously, the corners of her lips also turned up.

 

But someone else in the room was still watching her.

 

Song Yin turned to meet Shen Shuci’s gaze. “Alright, let’s talk about the memory now.”