Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 76

Chapter 76: Married Couple. Isn’t It Too Soon?

Shen Yirong hadn’t interacted much with Yao Jun, but she had a good impression of her. After all, among a crowd of people each with their own issues, Yao Jun seemed overly normal.

Song Yin’s expression wasn’t good, but she didn’t directly drive her away, likely giving face to Yao Ling.

“What do you want to say to this Venerable?” Song Yin’s infamous reputation, coupled with a cold face illuminated by the pale moonlight, intimidated Yao Jun into silence.

Shen Yirong, observing the sight of her anxiously clutching the corner of her robe, stepped forward to intervene. “If you don’t mind, you can speak to me.”

Yao Jun immediately relaxed. She glanced at Song Yin, and the courage she had mustered disappeared completely under those ripple-less eyes.

In the end, she still turned to talk to Shen Yirong. She smiled gently, “I wanted to ask earlier, does the great Sword Venerable still remember me?”

Shen Yirong immediately patted Song Yin’s back to appease her.

It was just another acquaintance. Shen Yirong shook her head. “I apologize.”

Yao Jun scanned the hands linked together in front of her. She looked enlightened and straightened her face. “My sister and I were young then, so it’s normal that you don’t remember. I shouldn’t have disturbed you late at night, but I was troubled and went out, and happened to see both Venerables still awake, so I approached.”

The people Song Yin couldn’t stand the most were those like the one in front of her. She interrupted, “Get to the point.”

Yao Jun’s expression didn’t change, but a slight tremor in her arm showed her nervousness. She abandoned the superfluous words. “May I ask if the Venerable would be generous enough to let my sister return to Nine Heavens?”

So she was here to poach. Song Yin snorted coldly. “Are you mocking this Venerable?”

Yao Ling knew so many secrets of the Demon Palace; there was no way she could be easily released.

The same face yet a different personality. Song Yin was used to Yao Ling’s fiery temper, and looking at this slightly meek person in front of her, she found everything about her displeasing.

Yao Jun keenly sensed the other party’s dislike. She cautiously changed her request. “Then, can I meet her to clarify some misunderstandings?”

Shen Yirong liked well-behaved children, and the Yao Jun in front of her resembled the Song Yin in Shen Yirong’s memory—both were lovable in this manner.

She unconsciously looked at Song Yin’s cold face.

Song Yin’s gaze met hers. Neither of them said anything, but Song Yin’s eyes softened considerably.

Song Yin finally relented. “Tell this Venerable what you want to say.”

Yao Jun found this Venerable unexpectedly easy to talk to. She suppressed her inner joy, maintaining a suitable faint smile, although the smile seemed a bit bitter.

“I didn’t abandon her when she took me to escape back then.”

Seeing that Yao Jun said nothing more, Shen Yirong asked, “Is that all?”

Yao Jun nodded and bowed. “That is all. I am deeply grateful for the Venerable’s condescending help. But as the hour is late, I will not disturb you further.”

Afterward, she looked at Shen Yirong and Song Yin again, as if she couldn’t help but say something irrelevant. “Forgive my offense, but both Venerables are a very good match.”

Shen Yirong blushed slightly, her eyes evasive.

Song Yin found Yao Jun increasingly pleasing to the eye. How could this child be so articulate?

The low pressure around the happy Song Yin also disappeared. She casually threw out a handful of spirit stones. “Of course.”

Yao Jun smiled. “Since the Venerable says so, I am relieved. I will take my leave now.”

Song Yin nodded. Overjoyed, she even wanted to step forward to see her off, but on second thought, she preferred to spend more time alone with Shen Yirong.

Seeing Shen Yirong preoccupied, Song Yin leaned closer, lowering her voice. “What are you thinking about?”

Shen Yirong shook her head. She smiled, reached out, and squeezed Song Yin’s face. Seeing a slight flush appear, she let go.

She teased, “She just said a few words, and you’re so delighted you don’t know up from down. Don’t forget the hatred the cultivation world holds for demon cultivators.”

Since separation was inevitable, Shen Yirong had many more worries. After all, human hearts are unpredictable.

Song Yin took Shen Yirong’s hand and pressed it against the side of her face. She was much calmer now. “Are you saying I should be wary of Yao Jun?”

“No, be wary of everyone, including me.”

When Shen Yirong was serious, she really looked like a Master. Song Yin didn’t hear what the other party was saying at all, as she was too busy gazing at her face.

Facing the student who wasn’t listening, Shen Yirong started pinching her face again. She tugged lightly. “Are you listening to me?”

“Yes.”

“Then what did I just say?”

Song Yin was in trouble. She shifted her eyes slightly to the right and coughed. “Beautiful.”

She spoke too softly. Shen Yirong didn’t hear clearly. “Hmm?”

“You’re beautiful.”

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but increase the force in her hand, but seeing Song Yin’s eyes becoming even brighter, she felt that this wasn’t a punishment but a reward.

She gave up, releasing her hand, and catching the regret in Song Yin’s eyes.

This fellow.

Shen Yirong shook her head and sighed. “It’s always safer to be cautious.”

Song Yin covered the side of her face, confidently saying, “She will be the Sect Master of the Nine Heavens Sect in the future. Her flattery just now was only to ensure that Nine Heavens and the Demon Palace can get along well later.”

Shen Yirong hadn’t considered this angle. After all, demon cultivators had always been despised.

But put this way, Yao Jun’s actions just now made sense.

This world was truly interesting. Spirit cultivators and demon cultivators could now be in the same boat.

Shen Yirong smiled. Wouldn’t the cultivation world be more peaceful if this continued?

Song Yin watched her smile from the side. “Are you willing to form a married couple with me?”

Shen Yirong was startled. If she wasn’t mistaken, they had only confirmed their feelings earlier in the day.

This person was hesitant and wouldn’t admit it before, but after confirming the relationship, she’s flying by rocket?

How could this be? Shen Yirong was completely unprepared. She started to blame Yao Jun again for bringing up this unpleasant topic.

The sound of her heart beating was so obvious. In this boundless night, the stars and moon could not rival Song Yin’s eyes.

Shen Yirong stammered, “Why so sudden? Doesn’t the Venerable want to think about it more?”

“No need to think. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.”

Shen Yirong almost couldn’t hold back her eye-roll. What long time?

She hadn’t even been awake in this body for very long, okay?

Complaints aside, what should she do now?

Song Yin didn’t give her a chance to breathe, continuing her offense. “Leave everything to me. You don’t need to have any worries.”

“I will declare to the whole world that you are my only Dao Companion in this life.”

Cold sweat was about to break out on Shen Yirong’s forehead. She had initially planned to simply extract Song Yin’s memory, but if the entire cultivation world knew…

Then she would have to extract the memory of the entire world.

Thinking about it, this method was problematic to begin with. When she was the Sword Venerable, she extracted her memory, but there was still a whole group of people who remembered to remind her.

To truly make people forget, merely extracting one person’s memory wasn’t enough. The memory of the entire world would need to be deleted.

Her retreat was gone. Shen Yirong was conflicted. She looked back into Song Yin’s eyes.

The frost in those eyes was melting for her.

Those eyes seemed hurt by Shen Yirong’s silence, welling up with circles of grievance. “Is it not possible?”

Shen Yirong couldn’t hold up. At this moment, Song Yin shed her Demon Venerable identity, looking quite helpless and pitiable.

Shen Yirong felt she must be crazy to think Song Yin was weak, helpless, and pitiable, but the other party was gazing at her pitifully with eyes steeped in moonlight.

Several voices in Shen Yirong’s mind were clamoring, “Say yes to her.”

Song Yin pressed her advantage. “Why are you refusing me? Don’t you like me?”

The voices in her head changed to, “I love her.”

Shen Yirong suspected Song Yin had used some illusion spell on her. Otherwise, how could she be so dazed and not clear-headed?

Shen Yirong started reciting the Heart-Cleansing Mantra again, but it didn’t dispel anything.

Annoyed, she stopped whispering the mantra, only to be dazzled by Song Yin’s face again.

Only then did Shen Yirong realize there was no illusion spell. It was purely her own issue.

The Song Yin in front of her was focused, as if only the two of them existed in the world.

Shen Yirong could even imagine how happy the person in front of her would look if she said that one simple “yes.”

She wanted to make Song Yin happy.

Seeing Song Yin happy made her happy too.

If everyone was happy, there seemed to be nothing wrong with that.

Shen Yirong seemed to convince herself. She opened her mouth. “I…”

“I disagree!”

A furious shout from a third person interrupted Shen Yirong’s words.

Following the sound, a dot in the distance grew closer, gradually forming a human silhouette.

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