Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Home? You Can

Among the major immortal sects, the Nine Heavens Sect gives the impression of elegance and tranquility. It is nestled between mountains and flowing water, and in the early morning, various musical sounds can always be heard echoing from the mountains.

The sound of the wind, the water, the birds, and the insects—everything has its rhythm.

The disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect also speak softly and are highly averse to outsiders disturbing their meditation.

The current Sect Master of Nine Heavens, Chang Yuantan, resides in the Star-Catching Hall. A century ago, she was suddenly struck by a severe illness and has been bedridden, seldom appearing in the world. All sect affairs are handled by the Saintess Yao Jun.

The group hurried towards the Nine Heavens Sect day and night. For some reason, Shen Yirong always felt that Song Yin’s sword-riding speed was getting slower and slower.

Maybe she’s tired.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it gets boring after a while. Shen Yirong had to entertain herself by asking Song Yin questions related to the Nine Heavens Sect, and through these questions, she got a good grasp of the current situation of the sect.

Shen Yirong sighed.

The world says that the Great Peace Sect declined after the death of the Sword Venerable, but according to Song Yin, the other sects haven’t been doing well either in recent years. The current Saintess of Nine Heavens, Yao Jun, is not as talented as the defected Yao Ling.

The Sect Master of Nine Heavens is dying, but the Saintess who is set to succeed her has not yet matured.

The only immortal sect that could be described as thriving was the Demon Palace.

Shen Yirong looked up at the hands-off manager in front of her. She had been observing for the past few days, but Song Yin’s face showed little change.

She seemed very comfortable as the Demon Venerable, but it must be hard on Qi Wu.

Shen Shuci was forced to follow them. She tried to divine the will of heaven a few times along the way, and each time the result was that she couldn’t escape, so she became much more docile.

However, docility was only a facade. Shen Shuci’s mind was filled with ways to spirit the Host away.

The further north they traveled, the sleepier she got. Under the sparkling night sky, Shen Yirong yawned again. She leaned forward against Song Yin’s shoulder. Surrounded by the scent of orchids, her eyelids became even more disobediently heavy.

She mumbled, “Strange, why am I so sleepy.”

Song Yin did not answer. This person seemed to be speaking less and less each day.

Shen Yirong didn’t mind. How could she dare to be dissatisfied with the Demon Venerable?

However, just as she was about to fall asleep, Song Yin’s sword suddenly dropped rapidly, uncontrollably. Shen Yirong was startled awake by the sound of the wind in her ears. When she opened her eyes, she saw the vines creeping up Song Yin’s neck again.

Song Yin seemed not to feel the changes in her body. She calmly controlled the flying sword, but instead of pulling up, she slowly descended to a stable landing.

The shadows of the forest concealed Song Yin’s figure, and also hid the patterns still climbing up her body.

Shen Yirong quickly embraced her. The red patterns struggled and then receded downwards.

Shen Yirong breathed a sigh of relief. “How do you feel, Revered One?”

Song Yin turned her head. Under the night sky, the crimson in her eyes was even more conspicuous, carrying a chilling evil aura that was hard to ignore.

Shen Yirong took a step back. “Revered One?”

Song Yin seemed to just realize her presence. Her body swayed twice. She managed to stabilize herself by leaning on a tree. “I’m fine.”

Shen Yirong initially wanted to use her spiritual sense to confirm, but that method was quite offensive, so she looked at Shen Shuci, who was standing by with a sour expression.

Upon noticing Shen Yirong’s gaze, the scrunched-up sour face instantly relaxed. “Is there anything you need?”

Shen Yirong turned her head. “Nothing.”

After speaking, Shen Yirong transmitted a message to Shen Shuci: Can you tell Song Yin’s condition?

Hearing that Shen Yirong was worried about Song Yin again, Shen Shuci’s face scrunched back up. She gloomily replied: “I can’t see her well, and I’m incomplete right now. Many functions are unavailable.”

Song Yin’s face slowly lost color. She tried to summon her flying sword, but as soon as her spiritual energy circulated, many illusions began to appear before her eyes.

She was very unwilling and started to forcefully suppress it with spiritual energy, but the spiritual energy was already out of control.

Shen Yirong saw the vines climbing up again and knew Song Yin was pushing herself. She embraced Song Yin from behind. “Revered One, please rest.”

Song Yin was silent. After a moment, her mocking voice could be heard. “Don’t you want to see Mei Xin quickly? Perhaps if we stop here, something unexpected might happen to her?”

Shen Yirong originally thought that Song Yin must be rushing day and night because she wanted to see the Nine Heavens Sect Master quickly. After all, the other party’s life was almost at an end, and if they didn’t hurry, she might not be able to see her.

But upon careful thought, this wasn’t right. Song Yin clearly showed no intention of seeing an old friend before. This decision seemed to be a whim.

Shen Yirong ignored the mockery in her words. She released Song Yin and slowly walked in front of her.

Song Yin with crimson pupils was more intimidating. Despite the intense color, no warmth could be felt within. Those eyes were more tranquil than the night, seemingly intending to devour everything, to grind everything into dust, becoming the fresh blood staining her vision.

But even such a pair of eyes slowly shifted away under Shen Yirong’s gaze, seemingly avoiding her.

Song Yin’s voice continued. Under the influence of the heart demon, she let slip some unpleasant inner thoughts. She coldly scoffed. “Why are you silent? Did I guess your thoughts correctly? This is a great opportunity. You can leave this Venerable behind and go find Mei Xin.”

Dark clouds obscured the moon, and the only remaining light in the world disappeared. Song Yin was slowly swallowed by the darkness, but it looked very much like she was hiding herself.

In the past, Shen Yirong would have wanted to complain, but now she only sighed.

She couldn’t understand some of Song Yin’s actions. Just like now, a touch of awkwardness seemed mixed into the mocking tone, as if she was jealous.

Shen Yirong felt that she was indeed overthinking, but she still couldn’t hold back.

“Is the Revered One jealous?”

Song Yin was stunned. After the crimson in her eyes surged wildly, she lowered her gaze and chuckled softly. “No. How could this Venerable be so childish?”

Shen Yirong didn’t refute her, but simply used spiritual energy to check her physical condition. Song Yin struggled to pull her hand away.

But Shen Yirong, after checking, widened her eyes and scolded: “Don’t move!”

Song Yin stopped struggling after a brief moment of surprise. She just turned her head uncomfortably, feeling Master’s spiritual energy flowing through her meridians.

“Hiss!” Shen Yirong immediately flung Song Yin’s hand away. “How long has it been like this!”

The spiritual energy in this person’s meridians was running rampant. Her meridians were damaged, and her internal organs were also significantly affected. This level of damage could not have happened instantly.

The heart demon had likely been active for a long time.

Song Yin was surprised by her anger. “Are you scolding this Venerable?”

She hadn’t actually cursed, but her attitude was certainly rude. However, Shen Yirong felt furious looking at Song Yin like this. She was so enraged she wanted to slap her.

She held back again and again, finally suppressing her anger to politely ask: “Revered One, I’m very angry. May I hit you?”

Shen Shuci was stunned open-mouthed on the side.

What’s going on?

How can the Host say that? If she provokes this pervert, will she still live?

The anxious system’s pupils slowly turned golden. If the situation went south, she would risk decommissioning herself to save the Host.

Seeing Song Yin’s face growing darker and darker, Shen Shuci had already prepared the gold threads in her sleeve. She slowly approached.

Song Yin had never seen Shen Yirong like this. She was momentarily stunned, and then a warm feeling rose in her heart.

Master is angry. She’s worried about me.

Song Yin’s current state was actually very poor, but looking at Shen Yirong’s blunt face, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up. She scoffed and moved closer. “Do you wish to kill your master?”

Shen Yirong’s expression didn’t change. She just stared intently at Song Yin’s highly irritating, cold face.

Shen Yirong’s current expression was very familiar. Song Yin had seen it many times before she became the Demon Venerable. She suddenly didn’t know how to proceed. After struggling for a while, she lowered her head. “Heh, suit yourself. Your hits won’t be any different from a tickle anyway.”

Shen Shuci, who was approaching with furtive steps, was stunned. She suspected that her vision or hearing was faulty to witness such an absurd scene.

She blinked. The scene before her hadn’t changed.

Under Shen Shuci’s shocked gaze, Shen Yirong raised her hand, ready to strike Song Yin’s face, but she inhaled sharply and didn’t hear a “slap” sound.

Shen Yirong had wanted to give the person a good smack, but when she raised her hand, she couldn’t bear to do it. Instead, she gently pressed her palm against the side of Song Yin’s face.

“I told the Revered One before to cherish herself. Why does the Revered One always ignore me?”

Shen Yirong smiled helplessly. “It seems I overstepped my bounds.”

Seeing Shen Yirong’s heartbroken expression, Song Yin panicked a little. She urgently said, “No, you didn’t.”

Shen Yirong took her hand away, but Song Yin grabbed it back.

Song Yin frowned, and after much hesitation, she said, “You didn’t overstep. Say whatever you want to say.”

Shen Yirong gave a bitter laugh. “Can I really? But the Revered One has never taken my words to heart. Ultimately, the Revered One just finds me interesting, right?”

Shen Yirong slowly pulled her hand free. She looked directly into Song Yin’s eyes and continued, “The Revered One just treats me as an interesting little toy, like keeping a beloved pet.”

These words were even more terrifying than the heart demon. To achieve her goal, Song Yin could pay any price. That’s why she endured the heart demon to continue her journey.

Physical injuries could heal, but Mei Xin’s problem was significant.

However, she calculated many times but never thought she couldn’t handle it, nor did she expect Master to be so angry over her self-damaging behavior.

Fear and joy constantly alternated in her heart, eventually mixing into an emotion she couldn’t quite taste.

She said in dismay, “It’s not what you think. I’ve never treated you as a pet.”

Shen Yirong was still angry because Song Yin’s injury this time was more severe than any previous one. This person was relying on her self-healing ability to recklessly harm herself. It was simply outrageous.

By rights, she had no right to be angry. Before, she was Song Yin’s cauldron. Now, she was Song Yin’s subordinate. What right did she have?

As Shen Yirong thought, she calmed down. After calming down, a sense of sorrow arose in her heart.

She didn’t want to look at Song Yin’s face. She tried her best to maintain a humble posture. “Your subordinate overstepped. Please forgive me, Revered One.”

Seeing the person in front of her become distant and polite again, Song Yin immediately grew anxious. All her Demon Venerable majesty and powerful demeanor were tossed out the window.

She wanted Master to look at her. Normally, she could directly pinch the other party’s chin or simply adopt the posture of a Demon Venerable and command her.

But Master seemed very sad right now. Such actions would only add fuel to the fire.

Song Yin hated herself fiercely. She felt that she was truly useless.

But after much deliberation, she calmed down. “I’ve never treated you as a pet. That statement is absolutely true.”

Shen Yirong still couldn’t understand. She felt that Song Yin’s kindness towards her was just affection for a pet, perhaps mixed with some malice.

Because her face looked so much like the Sword Venerable’s, it was a good tool for revenge, as others said, allowing the Sword Venerable to be humiliated.

But she was also very puzzled. Song Yin seemed to invest too much unnecessary effort in her.

Perhaps her “pet” was truly adorable.

Shen Yirong didn’t quite understand. In fact, she didn’t need to be obsessed with this. So what if she was a pet? To be alive and living well was already very good.

She gave rise to an improper thought: she wanted Song Yin to listen to her and live a good life.

Shen Yirong sighed. “Then what does the Revered One consider me?”

Under Shen Yirong’s gaze, Song Yin seemed to have her throat clutched by something. She looked around, wanting to speak but unable to.

She opened her mouth, then suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.

“Song Yin!” Shen Yirong frantically knelt down. She pulled the unconscious Song Yin into her arms. Only after checking her breathing and pulse did she feel relieved.

“Host.” Shen Shuci stood to the side with a complex expression.

Seeing that Shen Yirong ignored her and only kept sending spiritual energy to Song Yin, Shen Shuci said worriedly, “She’s fine.”

Shen Yirong knew that, but…

“System, this must be painful.”

Shen Shuci closed her eyes and shook her head. She squatted down and patted Shen Yirong’s shoulder. “Host, she is a person favored by the Heavenly Dao. She lives and dies with this world. Don’t worry.”

Seeing Shen Yirong’s complexion slowly improve, Shen Shuci’s eyes were full of worry. “Host, whether it’s Mei Xin or Song Yin, let these people go. You are already very tired. Will you come home with me?”

Shen Yirong slowly turned her head. She looked at Shen Shuci, not quite understanding what she meant by “home.” “Home? Where?”

Shen Shuci looked at the sky. “Of course, where you were born. I’ll take you back. How about it?”

The modern world?

Shen Yirong was silent for a moment. She held Song Yin tightly, wondering what to do.

Shen Shuci grew anxious. She shed golden tears, her expression completely broken. “Host, they are not that fragile. They don’t need you to save them. I searched for you for so many years, not to watch you continue to sink into this world!”

“Host, why are you always like this? Why won’t you come with me?”

Shen Yirong was somewhat at a loss. She wasn’t very familiar with Shen Shuci, and she had always viewed her as the original owner’s system. Facing such surging emotion, she didn’t know what to do.

Shen Yirong reached out to wipe the tears from the other person’s face. She hesitated for a long time. “So you found me to take me home?”

Golden tears fell to the ground, shattering into smaller droplets.

Shen Shuci looked at the person in front of her.

The familiar face, the familiar expression, the familiar words and voice, even the gesture of wiping tears was the same.

It was truly unfair. This person could discard her memory and pretend nothing happened, leaving others to grieve.

Shen Shuci turned her head, avoiding Shen Yirong’s hand. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, desperately suppressing her sobs, and finally calmed down.

“Yes. After acquiring a body, I slept for a while. When I woke up, I received news of your death. But you are my Host. I didn’t believe you would die just like that.”

“The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion knows everything in the world, but I waited in the pavilion for hundreds of years and never got any news about you.”

“I regret it deeply. I regret sending you to this world to save you back then.”

As she spoke, Shen Shuci began to cry again. She covered her face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”

Shen Shuci didn’t continue speaking, just kept repeating “I’m sorry.” Tears soaked through her fingers, and her body trembled.

Shen Yirong knew she needed a release. Her gentle comfort might increase the other party’s guilt, so she chose to watch quietly.

She still remembered how she had transmigrated. It was a normal after-work hour. As she crossed the road, an out-of-control truck rushed towards her. She didn’t have time to react. The first thing she heard after opening her eyes was the system’s voice.

“Host, this is your new life.”

Shen Yirong hugged Song Yin tightly. After Shen Shuci slowly calmed down, she asked, “Tell me, who am I?”

Shen Shuci understood what she meant. She straightened her body. “You are Shen Yirong. Your ID number is… 8. Graduated from…”

Wait!

Shen Yirong quickly stopped her. “Stop! Don’t say any more!”

Shen Shuci pondered. She thought this information was too mundane, so she carefully flipped through her database. Finally, her eyes lit up. “Host, when you were ten, a sheep headbutted you down a slope. You rolled and rolled for quite a distance.”

Shen Yirong herself had almost forgotten this incident. She believed it! She really believed it!

Shen Yirong roared, “Stop!”

Shen Shuci quieted down. She looked expectantly at Shen Yirong, waiting for her to process the information.

Shen Yirong covered her forehead with one hand.

No. It’s all different from what she thought before.

She always thought the Sword Venerable was the Sword Venerable, and she was her. But now it seemed the Sword Venerable was her all along.

Shen Yirong wasn’t resisting; she was just sinking into a new confusion.

She was a playboy?

As if all her strength had been drained, Shen Yirong looked utterly desolate. Then You Yuning, Qing Li, and the holders of those more than ten thousand jade tokens…

Was it all her doing?

Shen Yirong frustratingly rubbed her hair. No way. Her character was very good. She couldn’t do such a thing.

Wait, let her sort it out again.

This system seemed to have been with her since she was very young. When she was about to be run over, it brought her to this world. Then, she flourished in this world and became the Sword Venerable. After that, she cultivated the Path of Emotionlessness, which backfired and led to her death?

Maybe not dead. Did she strip away her memory and the system together?

And then the amnesiac her met another system?

Shen Shuci saw that the Host seemed to understand. She reached out again. “Host, come back with me.”

Shen Yirong was still in confusion. Subconsciously, she felt Shen Shuci was trustworthy. She was still hesitating.

Going back was naturally better than staying. As Song Yin said, this cultivation world was very dangerous. And Song Yin was also dangerous.

Shen Yirong looked into Shen Shuci’s eyes. She opened her mouth. “I…”

Seeing Shen Yirong waver, Shen Shuci’s eyes grew brighter.

“Cough, cough.” The unconscious Song Yin suddenly coughed, then slowly opened her eyes.

Shen Yirong’s gaze immediately fell on Song Yin. She asked anxiously, “Does it hurt anywhere?”

Song Yin shook her head, then nodded. “It hurts a lot.”

Shen Yirong’s heart immediately clenched. She asked with a distressed face, “Does what the Revered One said count? That I can say whatever I want to say.”

Song Yin nodded.

Shen Yirong’s smile suddenly became gentle. She said, “Serves you right!”

Even though she said “serves you right,” Shen Yirong’s spiritual energy had not stopped flowing since Song Yin fell unconscious. While talking to Shen Shuci, she had been trying to soothe Song Yin’s chaotic spiritual energy.

Song Yin’s spiritual energy was more obedient than Song Yin herself. With a gentle touch, it docilely flowed in the correct direction.

Seeing Song Yin still staring at her foolishly, Shen Yirong grew even angrier. She couldn’t help but glare at Song Yin. “Why are you looking at me? Take your medicine quickly!”

The more Shen Yirong frowned and showed anger, the happier Song Yin became.

She smiled at Shen Yirong’s sour expression.

Shen Yirong was almost scared to death by her silly smile. She reached out and touched Song Yin’s forehead. It wasn’t hot.

Song Yin was still smiling.

Shen Yirong tentatively reached out and made a peace sign in front of Song Yin’s eyes. “Revered One, what number is this?”

“Two.”

Shen Yirong was relieved. It seemed she hadn’t turned into an idiot. She sighed helplessly again. “What exactly is the Revered One laughing at?”

“Laughing at you.”

Shen Yirong was nearly distraught, and this person was still teasing her.

In her anger, Shen Yirong’s voice grew louder. “Revered One, you should take your medicine now!”

Song Yin, who was yelled at, had even softer eyes. “Okay.”

Shen Shuci, who was once again sidelined, was forced to watch the two flirt.

Feeling deeply defeated, she couldn’t help but look up at a forty-five-degree angle and suddenly remembered a song.

It’s clearly a movie with three people, but she never gets to have a name.

On that side, Song Yin was still clinging to Shen Yirong after taking her medicine. Her pale face made the Demon Venerable appear exceptionally weak.

A Demon Venerable resorting to the despicable tactic of feigning weakness—Shen Shuci felt deep shame for her.

But the Host seemed to genuinely fall for this trick.

Shen Shuci’s internal alarm bells rang loudly. She quickly transmitted a message to Shen Yirong: [Host! You mustn’t!]

Before she could finish, she was targeted by a cold sensation.

Song Yin, lying in Shen Yirong’s arms, suddenly glanced at her, then showed a meaningful, faint smile.

Just then, Shen Yirong looked up at the sky. A bird flying above them suddenly stopped flapping its wings and plummeted straight down.

Shen Yirong summoned wind to support the bird’s body and gently placed it on the grass.

Song Yin in her arms struggled to get up. Shen Yirong quickly held her down. “Don’t move. Wait until the medicine repairs your body before getting up.”

Song Yin stopped struggling. “This will delay a lot of time.”

Shen Yirong only advised, “It’s not far from the Nine Heavens Sect here. The Revered One doesn’t need to rush.”

Seeing Song Yin’s deep frown, Shen Yirong’s voice softened a little. “The Revered One’s body is also very important. Don’t be willful and mess around.”

Song Yin was placated by this sentence. She no longer tried to be strong and rested assuredly in Shen Yirong’s arms.

She just shot a glance at Shen Shuci when Shen Yirong wasn’t paying attention.

That look sent a chill down Shen Shuci’s spine. Did Song Yin hear those words just now?

Shen Shuci was sweating profusely.

Calm down. So what if Song Yin knew?

Shen Shuci waited nervously. She felt that Song Yin would say something to her, but she didn’t hear from Song Yin until she fell into a deep sleep.

Song Yin looked at the two sleeping figures. She gazed up at the night sky, lost in thought.

She cautiously left Shen Yirong’s embrace and walked a few steps away.

There was a small stream there, reflecting the shadow of the moon.

Song Yin looked at herself in the stream water. She took a deep breath and murmured to herself, “I won’t hurt you. You won’t be overly restricted. If you are willing.”

Song Yin’s voice grew quieter and quieter.

Finally, she mustered her courage again.

“You can consider the Demon Palace your home.”