Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Can It Get More Exciting?

There were indeed people! Four people were squatting on the rafters, like sparrows on a telephone pole.

Shen Yirong instantly spotted the red-haired one, not because of the conspicuous hair color, but because she looked the most formidable with all her jewelry.

What kind of examination hall is this? Five invigilators staring at one test-taker.

Shen Yirong was already nervous, and now she was even more paralyzed. Just as she managed to place her hands on the loom, she heard the sparrows on the rafters chirping.

Yao Ling: “Why does this face look so familiar?”

The Second Protector opened his eyes, quickly closed them, and took a sharp breath, “Looks a lot like that person.”

The Fourth Protector, loving the drama, chuckled, “Hehe, having the Sword Venerable’s face, fun.”

The Fifth Protector was still cosplaying a mushroom: “Can’t see me, can’t see me.”

Shen Yirong instantly felt like a monkey in a zoo.

Qi Wu looked up to give a warning, then said to Shen Yirong, “Ignore them, start quickly.”

Even though she said that, those two pairs of eyes were scanning her back like searchlights, making Shen Yirong’s scalp tingle.

“Hurry up,” Qi Wu urged impatiently.

Shen Yirong felt deep inner bitterness. No one dared to speak to her like this in her past life. She sulked, thinking that if she reached a high cultivation level in the future, she would bomb this Demon Palace.

Gritting her teeth, she made two movements. Shen Yirong had intended to just go through the motions, but she was surprised to find that she actually could do it?

She looked at her hands and feet in astonishment, feeling as if she had done this countless times before.

Could it be muscle memory?

Shen Yirong breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she could handle the current situation, it was fine.

What is Song Yin even thinking? Whether a demon cultivator or a righteous cultivator, who needs such ordinary clothing?

Thinking this, Shen Yirong paused. In her previous life, when she tormented Song Yin due to the system’s tasks, she also did many illogical things.

She made Song Yin brew medicine and cook, and even had her travel to a specific mortal shop to buy her favorite pastry. If Song Yin didn’t get it, she would be made to kneel outside the door.

Kneeling was the lightest punishment option given by the system and the method Shen Yirong used most often.

So, this current ordeal should be the corresponding retaliation, right?

Shen Yirong’s hands and feet didn’t stop, and her brain worked quickly, thinking of how to survive.

The only certainty now was that she could not expose herself. If she was Shen Yi, she had a chance to live. If she was Shen Yirong, it was a dead end.

Most cauldrons wished to be noticed by Song Yin and were obedient.

Perhaps if she acted more humble, it could give Song Yin some gratification and make her reluctant to kill her.

If it’s just being whipped, maybe I can tolerate it?

Shen Yirong comforted herself that this was something she could grit her teeth and get through.

Since she was trapped in the Demon Palace and couldn’t escape, she would stick to this plan for now to save her life.

Reluctantly accepting her fate, Shen Yirong calmed down.

The process of making clothes was long. Seeing that the cauldron was obedient, Qi Wu started chatting with the sparrows on the rafters.

“Aren’t you guys coming down?”

Three of them, excluding the Fifth Protector, flew down from the rafters, staring openly at Shen Yirong.

Qi Wu was afraid they would interfere with the progress. She took a step forward to block their view and casually brought up the previous topic.

“The cauldrons’ pay must be increased. That’s non-negotiable.”

Shen Yirong was so excited that she almost snapped the loom. Her body involuntarily leaned towards Qi Wu.

Yao Ling wanted to curse, but it strained the wounds on her back, “Hiss! The Lord is truly merciless!”

“Silence! How dare we criticize the Lord!” Qi Wu sharply reprimanded.

The Fourth Protector giggled, “It hurts so much~”

The Second Protector didn’t speak, but cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Shen Yirong slowly straightened her back, her mind reeling.

I thought this kind of thing was one-on-one. It turns out it’s one-on-N!

If Song Yin hated her, she would be killed. If Song Yin liked her, she would be whipped, and publicly whipped at that. Shen Yirong couldn’t remain calm.

She cared about her reputation a bit.

The people beside her were still arguing about the cauldrons’ treatment, but Shen Yirong’s face slowly twisted into a sour gourd expression.

To survive, do I have to sacrifice this much dignity?

Song Yin was unaware that her image in a certain person’s mind had become completely distorted. After a day of seclusion, she felt her spiritual platform was clearer than ever before.

The heart demon was dormant inside her; this time, it would likely be quiet for half a year.

Bothered by the heart demon, she had allowed the Taian Sect peace for too long. Now, she wouldn’t let them be so comfortable.

Song Yin emerged from the pool and scanned her surroundings.

She put on clothes casually, letting her hair spread over her shoulders. She suddenly remembered the person who looked extremely similar to her Master.

Song Yin cut her finger and drew a blood talisman in the air. After completing the final stroke, the talisman glowed but quickly shattered. A wisp of spiritual energy shot out, grazing her right cheek, drawing blood.

Song Yin lowered her eyes. The wound on her cheek quickly healed.

It was still the same. The Soul Searching Spell could not find any trace of Master’s aura, as if this person was just her illusion, having never existed in this world.

But Master was so clever. The Soul Searching Spell was easy to break. Perhaps Master just didn’t want to see her again.

The crimson color in Song Yin’s eyes surged again. She left her new secluded cultivation cave. As she walked out, she saw a bird flying through the mist and disappearing into the mountains.

Master also loved watching birds fly high, looking at them with envious eyes as they soared.

Song Yin stood for a while. Only after the bird was completely out of sight did she return to the Demon Palace.

Qi Wu saw her arrive and bowed in greeting, “Lord, the task you assigned.”

“Hmm.” Song Yin didn’t want to hear more. She lifted her leg, walked past Qi Wu, and saw the spy slumped over the embroidery frame.

The person was quietly lying there, no longer showing the weakness she displayed when awake. Her back was thin. The side profile, so closely resembling Master’s, had a slight frown. In a daze, one might think Master had returned.

As Qi Wu came in, Song Yin glanced at her. Qi Wu understood and withdrew.

Song Yin quietly walked to Shen Yirong’s side. Even though she knew the person in front of her was not Master, standing here made her feel like she could just keep watching.

In her sleep, Shen Yirong smelled the orchid fragrance again. Her brows furrowed even tighter, and she muttered incoherently.

At first, it was mumbled, but then it became clearer, “Pervert, go away!”

There were only two living people in the room, and Song Yin felt that the “pervert” the person was talking about was her.

Song Yin didn’t frown, but the person’s brows suddenly relaxed.

“Hehe, double the spirit stones. Long live Protector Qi!”

The filter for Master completely shattered. Song Yin couldn’t bear it anymore, “Get up.”

Shen Yirong started, and in her hazy sleep, she vaguely saw Song Yin’s face covered in cold frost.

This face was more effective than any alarm clock. She immediately woke up.

She quickly knelt down, “Lord, forgive me.”

This timid look truly infuriated Song Yin. She coldly commanded, “Get up.”

Shen Yirong trembled as she stood up, standing submissively at the side, but her hands were tightly twisting her cuffs. If one looked closely, they could see her toes curling and gripping the ground.

She hadn’t left this room for days. Qi Wu seemed to have gone mad, insisting on personally watching her.

Not only did Qi Wu not sleep herself, but she also wouldn’t let Shen Yirong sleep. She wouldn’t even let her eat, giving her a single fasting pill when she was hungry. Just when she finally convinced the other party to sleep for a few minutes, she opened her eyes and saw the King of Hell.

But none of this mattered now. Seeing Song Yin turn her head to look, Shen Yirong blurted out, “Lord.”

Song Yin paused, but her face showed displeasure, “Speak.”

“Nothing… nothing.”

As Song Yin turned her head again, Shen Yirong timidly called out, “Lord.”

The coldness in Song Yin’s eyes was almost tangible.

Shen Yirong quickly covered her mouth.

Without the interruption, Song Yin’s gaze finally fell upon the embroidery frame. Then, she saw two well-fed, plump ducks swimming on the bright red fabric.

Shen Yirong wished she could find a hole to crawl into. She truly couldn’t embroider. This was her best effort.

Song Yin stared at the two plump ducks. She closed her eyes, feeling completely tricked by this person. That pouch was so exquisite; it couldn’t possibly have been embroidered by her.

Song Yin’s eyes were tinged with scorn, “So ugly.”

Shen Yirong’s body trembled, but she had prepared herself mentally for a long time. When she looked up again, there was a sense of calm detachment.

“Please punish me, Lord.”

In that moment, Song Yin saw a faint trace of Master’s shadow in this fake.

“A penalty of half a month’s spirit stones.”

The air suddenly went silent. Song Yin keenly noticed that the person in front of her stopped breathing. She frowned, confused. The next second, the face that had been detached was filled with astonishment.

“Lord, please hit me instead!”

Shen Yirong weakly collapsed and tremblingly grabbed Song Yin’s sleeve, “My body is very healthy. I can endure it!”

Song Yin disgustedly shook off her hand, “Qi Wu!”

Qi Wu immediately appeared and quickly escorted Shen Yirong out.

Song Yin looked with disdain at the sleeve corner that had been grabbed. There were even traces of tears soaking it. She raised her hand and immediately changed her clothes.

Shen Yirong’s willingness to sacrifice her life for spirit stones reminded Song Yin of her senior and junior sisters at the Taian Sect.

Sword cultivators spent a fortune raising their swords and always lacked spirit stones. Therefore, they would lose all sense of dignity when faced with spirit stones, often doing very shameless things.

In the entire sect, only Master regarded spirit stones as worthless.

Heh.

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