Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Matchmaking.

Shen Shuci closed her eyes. “I’ve already given you the memories; there’s nothing to discuss.”

Song Yin took out the bronze mirror from her spatial ring. The moonlight illuminated the mirror surface. After injecting spiritual energy, numerous changing fragments appeared on the mirror.

These memory fragments all contained Shen Yirong’s figure: meditating in cultivation, drawing a sword to save people, and fiercely debating with others.

It looked like Master’s memory, but Song Yin found the problem: the perspective of this memory was incorrect.

If it were Master’s memory, it should be Master looking at others and the world. She should only be able to see her own appearance when looking in a mirror.

Song Yin smiled. “You are quite clever, using your own memory to deceive this Venerable.”

Shen Shuci said nothing. Honestly, this was getting to be too much for her.

She didn’t care much about anything in this world, or rather, she didn’t consider the people in this world significant.

She knew Song Yin was blessed with great luck and was referred to as the “female lead,” but she always felt the other party was only slightly more troublesome than other flat characters.

But now, this person seemed to be more than just a little troublesome.

The mirror indeed held Shen Shuci’s memories. Calling them memories might be inaccurate, as Shen Shuci wasn’t human; perhaps “behavior log” was more precise.

The principle of this item was different from those in the cultivation world. No matter how powerful Song Yin became in her cultivation path, it was impossible for her to crack the few passwords on her behavior log.

It was like answering a math problem with “It reflects the author’s homesickness.”

Shen Shuci silently raised Song Yin’s danger level. She stared at Song Yin: “What do you want to do?”

Song Yin didn’t press her like last time. She merely admired the bronze mirror in her hand.

Shen Yirong from various time periods appeared alternately in the bronze mirror, sometimes bright and sometimes cool. Although the mirror was useless for solving Song Yin’s doubts, if treated as a gift, she quite liked it.

Seeing Shen Shuci’s guarded eyes, she tried her best to show a kind smile. “Don’t worry. Before, I might have used every means to force you, but now I’ve changed my mind.”

Shen Shuci was confused. “Why?”

Song Yin looked at Shen Yirong on the bed.

Tonight seemed to be a good dream; a faint smile hung on Shen Yirong’s face.

Song Yin casually cast a dream infiltration spell. Before entering the dream, she smiled and said to Shen Shuci: “Guess?”

Shen Shuci recognized the spell she used. “You want to peek through the dream, but dreams are different from reality. What you gain may not be the truth.”

Song Yin reached out and touched Shen Yirong’s forehead. Soft, colored light illuminated the instant their palms met.

Before sinking into Shen Yirong’s dream, Song Yin looked back and said, “Wrong.”

She just wanted Master to sleep more peacefully, and to have a shadow of her in Master’s dream.

Seeing Shen Shuci’s shocked expression, Song Yin said, “Sinking into a dream is very dangerous. Next, I ask Vice Pavilion Master to protect us.”

Shen Shuci reached out. “Wait!”

Song Yin tumbled onto the bed.

When Shen Shuci approached, she was only left speechless. Song Yin was not using an ordinary dream infiltration spell. If the caster was interrupted rashly, they might get lost in the dream.

Moreover, if the caster wished, the recipient might also get lost with them.

Shen Shuci said hatefully, “D*mn it!”

With both Song Yin and Shen Yirong asleep, this was a good chance to escape.

But looking at the sleeping Shen Yirong on the bed, Shen Shuci unhesitatingly gave up the chance to escape and instead sat down by the bed.

Shen Shuci’s body hadn’t fully recovered, but the spirit stones earned today were enough to sustain her through the night.

Shen Shuci paused as she opened her spatial ring. She turned her head and glared fiercely at Song Yin. “D*mn it! Did she even think of this?”

She somewhat roughly pulled out a portion of spirit stones. After draining the spiritual energy from them, she cast a spell to reinforce the room’s boundary.

After doing all this, she quietly watched Shen Yirong and Song Yin.

She saw Shen Yirong smiling; this confident smile was very familiar.

Shen Shuci was stunned for a moment, followed by a long sigh.

Because of the dream infiltration spell, everything in the dream was very real.

But there were no high-rise buildings in this dream.

Beautiful mountains and rivers, immortal cranes flying together. It was the Great Peace Sect, yet somewhat different.

In her memory, the Great Peace Sect’s mountain gate didn’t seem to have such a wealthy-looking entrance.

Outside the mountain gate, a person dressed in a way completely out of place in this world was squatting in front of an immortal crane.

In a single glance, Song Yin recognized that it was Master. She was wearing a white shirt and loose, light blue jeans, holding up her phone, aiming it at the drinking immortal crane.

“Click!”

The flash of the phone seemed to startle the immortal crane. It spread its wings, turned its head, and pecked towards Shen Yirong’s head.

Shen Yirong reacted quickly. Startled, she fell to the ground, quickly got up, and turned to run.

“Sister Crane, I was wrong! Don’t peck me!”

Shen Yirong was chased miserably. Song Yin couldn’t help but laugh.

She took action to immobilize the enraged immortal crane and drifted down gracefully in front of Shen Yirong.

“Are you alright?”

Shen Yirong stared blankly for a moment, then said awkwardly, “Thank you, Immortal, for saving me.”

Seeing that Song Yin wasn’t surprised by her clothes, Shen Yirong asked, “Immortal, you don’t seem very surprised?”

Song Yin understood what she was asking and smiled lightly. “I’ve seen this kind of clothing.”

The light in Shen Yirong’s eyes instantly brightened. “Where?”

Song Yin smiled. “In a dream.”

The light in Shen Yirong’s eyes visibly faded. She seemed about to say something, then suddenly stopped, and warily took two steps back.

The world began to shake, and the dream became very unstable.

The surrounding scenery began to distort. Song Yin wanted to stay a little longer, but her arm was folded up like paper. The next second, her other arm began to fold as well.

If she didn’t wake up, her body in reality would also suffer. Song Yin had no choice but to end this dream infiltration.

She could still feel pain when she withdrew from the dream. She tried to lift her hands, but they had lost all sensation.

Although nothing was visible on the outside, the bones inside seemed to be broken.

Shen Shuci sneered. “Serves you right. This dream infiltration technique requires complete trust between both of you. It seems you’re still a bit lacking.”

If anyone else had said that, Song Yin would definitely show them the methods of the Demon Venerable. But Shen Shuci was, after all, the daughter Master cared about.

Song Yin loved the house and the crow, so she wasn’t angry.

With her bones shattered into pieces, she opened her spatial ring as if nothing was wrong and said naturally, “Help me get the medicine.”

Shen Shuci wasn’t willing. She watched from the side. “My hands are clumsy. The Revered One should do it herself.”

Song Yin looked up at her, then suddenly said with certainty, “You will regret it if you don’t help.”

Shen Shuci only felt that the other party was putting on a brave face. Injuries sustained in a dream, at the worst, could damage the soul.

How could she regret it when she was busy watching the show?

Shen Shuci adjusted her posture and continued watching the show, provoking her: “Is that so?”

While they were in a stalemate, Shen Yirong on the bed let out a soft sound and slowly woke up.

She sat up, holding her forehead. “Hiss, my head hurts.”

She had another very strange dream. She dreamt that she was taking pictures with her phone in front of the Great Peace Sect, and ran into Song Yin afterward.

Just as she was about to chat a bit more, the system in her head determined Song Yin to be a high-level danger.

Hearing the system’s rating, she immediately distanced herself from Song Yin, and then the dream ended.

She couldn’t help but mumble, “What a strange dream.”

Shen Yirong turned her head and saw Song Yin lying on the bed looking at her, with both hands hanging by her sides. This skateboard-like posture was genuinely comical, but Shen Yirong suppressed her laughter.

She coughed twice and pretended to be serious. “What’s wrong, Revered One?”

Song Yin moved her gaze towards her spatial ring. “My hands are injured. Feed me the medicine.”

Shen Yirong’s expression tightened. Her desire to tease instantly vanished. She moved her body to look into the spatial ring. “Which bottle of medicine?”

“The blue jade bottle in the corner.”

Song Yin’s spatial ring seemed to have been organized. Shen Yirong quickly found the needed pill.

She pulled out the stopper and carefully brought the pill to Song Yin’s mouth.

“Revered One, open your mouth.”

Before taking the medicine, Song Yin glanced sideways at Shen Shuci. Seeing the other party’s eyebrows furrowed in discomfort, her mood brightened.

She opened her mouth and swallowed the pill. A bitter taste dissolved in her mouth, and her stomach contracted, but a smile appeared on Song Yin’s face.

Shen Yirong didn’t notice this. She had drunk too much medicine in her previous life, and after taking it, Song Yin would always prepare something sweet for her.

There was no sweet food here, but there was water.

Shen Yirong got up and poured a cup of water, but it was inconvenient for Song Yin to drink while lying down like this. So she carefully helped Song Yin up into her arms. “Revered One, drink some water.”

Song Yin lay quietly in Shen Yirong’s arms. She deliberately glanced at Shen Shuci again. The look seemed to say, “Do you regret it yet?”

Seeing Shen Yirong finish feeding Song Yin water and then use her sleeve to wipe her mouth, Shen Shuci finally couldn’t hold back.

“Host, didn’t you say you wouldn’t engage in office romance?”

Shen Yirong had just finished the task of feeding the medicine. Hearing Shen Shuci’s voice, she replied distractedly: I’m not. Our relationship is that of a boss and a subordinate. Don’t overthink it.

Song Yin was still lying in Shen Yirong’s arms as she said this.

Shen Shuci couldn’t resist again. Her voice was a bit louder: “What boss lies in a subordinate’s arms? What subordinate specially leaves half a bed for the boss?”

Shen Yirong felt enlightened, as if she finally understood something: What you say is true. This doesn’t belong to a subordinate’s job, so…

Shen Shuci said excitedly: “So what?”

Shen Yirong’s eyes were twinkling: So, I need a raise.

Shen Shuci looked up at the ceiling. She tiredly retreated to her corner and then switched to sleep mode.

Shen Yirong showed no awareness of being disliked. She used her spiritual energy to check; Song Yin’s bones were rapidly recovering.

A trace of heartache slipped from her eyes. Shen Yirong couldn’t help but ask, “What happened? Who attacked you?”

Song Yin, who was about to get up, paused. She let herself slump back down. “Just a backlash from the heart demon.”

Hearing this, Shen Yirong couldn’t help but look at Song Yin’s neck. Red vines were indeed peeking out near the collar.

Heart demon again.

Shen Yirong had asked about the heart demon before but didn’t get an answer. Asking again would likely yield the same result.

Shen Yirong reached out and touched Song Yin’s neck. After her touch, the vines retreated, hiding beneath her clothes.

“Can it be cured?”

This heart demon had been plaguing her for nearly four hundred years. It could be said it had become part of her; it wasn’t something she could abandon just because she wanted to.

Song Yin didn’t like to lie, but sometimes it seemed necessary.

She chuckled, her face full of confidence. “Of course. How could this Venerable be defeated by a mere heart demon?”

Shen Yirong looked at her confident eyes. Her inner worry drifted away with the wind. She smiled. “That’s good.”

Sometimes Song Yin didn’t dare to look at Shen Yirong’s smiling face. Seeing the other person happy because she was fine, she would uncontrollably become excited.

When excited, she looked foolish, which was a look Song Yin couldn’t accept.

But even without looking, some emotions couldn’t be suppressed.

Hearing her own rapid heartbeat, Song Yin closed her eyes in frustration.

Song Yin, can’t you get your act together?

Even if what happened back then was for a reason, you can’t just forgive her like this.

She must pay some price, at least.

Song Yin lectured herself in her mind, but when she thought about the price, she got stuck.

According to her usual practice, those who crossed her had only two options: death or a life worse than death. The Demon Palace had no shortage of methods for torment.

But she was surprised to find that she couldn’t do it.

Song Yin scorned herself: Useless.

Thinking about it, Song Yin recalled that rainy night again. She seemed to smell the blood mixed with the rain again, and Shen Yirong lying in the rain with a look of relief.

Song Yin suddenly opened her eyes. She suddenly reached out and cupped Shen Yirong’s face until the other person’s warmth poured into her palm, dispelling the coldness in her heart.

Shen Yirong, however, became anxious. She immediately grabbed Song Yin’s hand from her face. “Revered One, your hand hasn’t fully healed. How can you move it carelessly?”

After saying this, Shen Yirong felt her tone was too harsh, bordering on a reprimand.

She gently placed Song Yin’s hand down. “Apologies, I overstepped.”

Song Yin didn’t like this restrained Shen Yirong. She closed her eyes again. “I’ve said many times, no need to apologize.”

“Yes, Revered One.”

Shen Yirong’s reply was mechanical, which inexplicably made her unhappy.

After a moment of silence, Song Yin scoffed. “This Venerable is not so petty as to be unable to tolerate a little temper.”

The next words seemed a bit hard to say. Song Yin hesitated for a moment and then said, “So, you can be more relaxed.”

This seemed to mean she didn’t need to be so reserved, and could get angry if she wanted to.

As a subordinate, wasn’t that too presumptuous, feeling like she could walk all over her boss?

Shen Yirong wanted to ask for clarification, but the person lying in her arms turned her head. “This Venerable is tired.”

Considering the injuries on the other person, Shen Yirong gave up asking. She gently said, “Goodnight.”

Song Yin didn’t reply.

A moment later, Song Yin seemed to have fallen asleep.

In the boring long night, Shen Yirong began to recall the events of the day.

She hadn’t expected to run into Senior Sister Mei here, nor that the Senior Sister, who usually showed no abnormality, would divine for marriage.

Song Yin once said that Senior Sister was a wicked person who murdered her Master, just like her.

Now Senior Sister was asking about the relationship between her and her Master.

Shen Yirong suddenly thought of the system. She sent a telepathic call but received no response.

Besides the system, Suyu should also know. Shen Yirong called out a few times, but Suyu also didn’t respond.

Such good sleep quality?

Shen Yirong felt a little envious. Bored, she started letting her mind wander.

Senior Sister’s smile in the daytime flashed in her mind. Although she didn’t want to take on everything belonging to Sword Venerable, she had spent some time with Senior Sister Mei after all.

Falling in love on the Path of Emotionlessness was not a simple matter. With good luck, one’s cultivation might be entirely destroyed, but at least their life would be spared, allowing them to start over.

With bad luck, one would die immediately.

Shen Yirong thought and thought and couldn’t shake the worry. She sighed a long sigh: “Senior Sister.”

She was too engrossed in her thoughts and didn’t notice Song Yin’s tightly pressed lips after that phrase “Senior Sister.”

Many people in the city were secretly protecting them.

Song Yin was frustrated. She transmitted a message to those people: “Find Mei Xin. Report her whereabouts.”

“Yes!”

Shen Yirong vaguely felt that the wind was wrong. She spread her spiritual sense and saw only some ordinary cultivators.

Seeing that these people’s target was not herself, Shen Yirong withdrew her spiritual sense.

She sighed with a distressed look again. “Senior Sister.”

Song Yin: “…”

After listening to countless repetitions of “Senior Sister,” dawn finally arrived.

When the first ray of sunlight illuminated the earth, Song Yin also “woke up.”

Shen Yirong was about to call out but acutely sensed that Song Yin was unhappy.

She watched Song Yin roughly pat Shen Shuci’s shoulder.

Shen Shuci immediately exited sleep mode. She said discontentedly, “What do you want.”

Song Yin said coldly, “Let’s go.”

Shen Shuci was internally unhappy, but her unhappiness was useless. She resignedly moved her feet.

Shen Yirong followed behind the two, but she quickly noticed a problem. Whenever she tried to approach and walk abreast with Song Yin, the other party would speed up and distance herself.

After trying several times with the same result, Shen Yirong realized the problem was likely with herself.

She stopped pursuing and tried to think about what she had done recently.

After thinking for a while, she felt she hadn’t done anything.

Seeing that Song Yin was still walking forward without any intention of waiting for her, Shen Yirong simply stopped in place.

She sometimes really couldn’t guess what Song Yin was thinking. This feeling was very tiring.

Sure enough, going to work is anti-human. You get tired and unhappy the longer you do it.

Shen Yirong also developed a bit of a temper. She stayed put and sulked.

To be honest, this behavior was too bold, but Shen Yirong had already thought of a countermeasure. At worst, she would just say she couldn’t keep up and got lost.

People were coming and going on the street, but Song Yin’s figure was gone.

Shen Yirong turned around angrily to walk back, but was immediately pulled back by her wrist.

Without looking back, Shen Yirong had already smelled the faint orchid scent. She gently tried to pull away, but since she couldn’t, she let it be.

“Angry?”

Shen Yirong’s voice was less lively than usual. “How dare a subordinate be angry.”

After saying that, she immediately regretted it. Wouldn’t Song Yin just slap her dead for that?

Unexpectedly, Song Yin, who was treated with such an attitude, laughed softly.

It wasn’t her usual cold laugh; this laugh contained undisguised pleasure.

Shen Yirong was turned around by her, forced to face her.

“Are you angry at me?”

Looking at Song Yin’s subtle smile, question marks sprouted like mushrooms on Shen Yirong’s head.

She tried to pull away again, but when she found she couldn’t, she stopped making futile efforts.

However, looking at Song Yin’s radiant face still made her angry.

Remembering what Song Yin had said the night before, Shen Yirong decided to be more relaxed. “Yes, I am angry.”

Song Yin’s face brightened a few shades. “Because I didn’t wait for you?”

This person clearly understood, so she deliberately didn’t wait.

Shen Yirong became even angrier. She coldly wanted to push Song Yin away, but as she moved, she remembered the other party’s injured hand.

Shen Yirong’s movements became cautious. She was honest for once. “What are you angry about, Revered One? Why didn’t you wait for me?”

As for the reason, Song Yin couldn’t say it. Getting angry over such a small matter was truly tasteless.

But she just felt uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that she wanted to roll on the ground, so uncomfortable that she wanted to jump up and cover Master’s mouth.

But she didn’t dare, because Master was calling out “Senior Sister.” If she opened her eyes, they would no longer be Song Yin and Shen Yi, but Song Yin and Shen Yirong.

Master seemed to prefer being Shen Yi.

Song Yin didn’t know what lie to tell. She could only hold Shen Yirong’s hand and reluctantly put aside her pride. “It’s my fault.”

Shen Yirong almost thought she heard wrong. “You?”

“It’s my fault.”

She hadn’t heard wrong. Song Yin was apologizing.

The other party’s action made Shen Yirong feel awkward. She didn’t want to dwell on right and wrong anymore, so she changed the subject to escape. “What is the Revered One going to do?”

Song Yin: “Search for Mei Xin.”

Shen Yirong’s heart skipped a beat. She carefully observed Song Yin’s expression, then thought she must have been mistaken.

She suppressed the unease in her heart. “What are you looking for her for?”

Song Yin smiled lightly. “To work hard to fulfill her destined marriage.”

Shen Yirong’s pupils flickered. Song Yin’s series of abnormal behaviors were now explained.

Fulfilling the destined marriage would shatter the Path of Emotionlessness.

However, Song Yin’s thoughts were different from Shen Yirong’s.

She was very proud and usually didn’t use underhanded means. The reason she was so eager to fulfill Mei Xin’s destined marriage now was primarily due to a sense of crisis.

Shen Shuci stayed far away, watching the two cling and pull at each other.

She couldn’t help but grit her teeth. “Heh, office romance.”

Seeing that the two were getting endless, Shen Shuci couldn’t help but interrupt: “You two, it’s time to go.”

Song Yin heard this and pulled Shen Yirong forward.

Shen Yirong was utterly resistant. She was almost being dragged along.

What Song Yin decided was hard to change. Shen Yirong could only pray that Senior Sister had already left.

This time, Shen Shuci walked in front to lead the way, while Song Yin and Shen Yirong walked behind, holding hands.

Shen Yirong looked up and saw Shen Shuci’s back.

She quietly transmitted a message to Shen Shuci: Is the Revered One asking you to use divination to help them?

Shen Shuci didn’t seem very happy, and her reply carried a hint of schadenfreude.

“Mm. You weren’t here just now. She asked me how to find Mei Xin’s Master.”

Shen Yirong understood something. She transmitted her confusion: You seem to really dislike Mei Xin.

In front of Shen Yirong, the system displayed everything without reservation.

“Mm, I really dislike her. If Song Yin hadn’t forced me yesterday, I wouldn’t have bothered with her at all.”

Shen Yirong was very confused. She guessed: Is it because she wanted to be your Master, so you got angry?

Shen Shuci looked back at Shen Yirong, then silently turned back around.

A low voice sounded in Shen Yirong’s mind: “Because she taught you the Path of Emotionlessness, so I really dislike her. To say ‘dislike’ might not be accurate. In human terms, this is hatred.”

Shen Shuci’s voice was filled with helplessness and unwillingness: “Host, I tried hard to persuade you back then, but you still followed her and learned it.”

Shen Yirong finally understood, but Mei Xin didn’t understand any of this.

“Emotionless Dao Venerable” sounded imposing, but she was actually a pure person who couldn’t refuse anyone.

But this was someone else’s love and hate. Shen Yirong felt she had no right to judge.

Shen Yirong wanted to ask a couple more questions. As the system, Shen Shuci must know what happened between Senior Sister Mei and her Master.

But she sensed Shen Shuci was not very happy and gave up the idea of continuing to ask.

A moment later, Song Yin, holding her hand, walked to the front. The direction she was walking was very clear, as if she was certain Senior Sister Mei was there.

Shen Yirong habitually stepped onto Song Yin’s flying sword. When she wrapped her arms around the other party’s waist and looked down, she felt a strong sense of familiarity.

Ultimately, they landed by the magnificent waterfall again.