Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 77

Chapter 77: 01 Immortal Sister

A gust of wind blew, and someone blocked the space between the two of them.

Liu Qianfeng’s hair was dishevelled, and the Great Peace Daoist robe she wore had numerous tears.

She stood in front of Shen Yirong, panting, and repeated, “I disagree.”

“Old woman! Don’t be rude to the Venerable!”

Following a spatial fluctuation, Yao Ling also pulled herself out, panting. She ran and cursed, “Old woman, what right do you have to interfere with the affairs of our Demon Palace!”

Equally dishevelled, Yao Ling gasped for breath and positioned herself in front of Song Yin. Although she was so tired her eyelids could barely stay open, she forced herself to perk up in front of Song Yin.

Being insulted as “old woman” on the left and “old woman” on the right, even Liu Qianfeng’s good temper was strained.

She chuckled, reached out, grabbed Yao Ling’s collar, and lifted her entire body into the air. Yao Ling’s accessories jingled ceaselessly, turning her into a human wind chime.

Liu Qianfeng, “Little brat is just as irritating as she was back then!”

Yao Ling, with her feet off the ground, seemed to recall some terrifying memory. She struggled hard to pull Liu Qianfeng’s hand away, her face turning red from the effort.

Though she lacked the strength, she refused to back down verbally. “Old woman! Old woman! Old woman!”

Provoked, Liu Qianfeng shook her like a stick.

“Ah!! Old woman!” Yao Ling screamed, then cursed again.

Shen Yirong helplessly watched the two clowns. This was great; while others enjoyed the excitement of a dragon dance, she was watching a person dance.

She hadn’t even agreed to the marriage yet, and the wedding entertainment was already arranged.

Shen Yirong smiled as she watched the two squabble. After Yao Ling’s next “old woman,” she suddenly remembered something.

She and Sect Master Liu seemed to be from the same era…

Shen Yirong’s smile instantly vanished, but seeing Yao Ling’s eyes rolling from being shaken, Shen Yirong quickly stepped forward to stop it. “Sect Master.”

Liu Qianfeng let go. Yao Ling, dizzy from the shaking, landed on her butt.

Liu Qianfeng pulled Shen Yirong closer, examining her up and down. “Did you lose weight?”

Where did I lose weight? With Song Yin around, how could I lose weight? I’ve probably gained some.

However, this remark brought a warmth to Shen Yirong’s heart. “How did Sect Master get here?”

Liu Qianfeng glanced back at Song Yin and said reluctantly, “Song Yin sent Yao Ling up the mountain to ask for help. When I heard you could modify the array, I came to assist.”

After saying that, she swore vehemently. “That wicked Mei Xin, how dare she make such a decision without consulting anyone! I won’t indulge her this time. I must give her Master’s backside a good spanking!”

She didn’t sound like she was joking. Shen Yirong remembered the Sect Master spanking the Fox King’s backside in the demon territory before.

She couldn’t help but raise her hand to cover her face. Did the people of the Great Peace Sect have some kind of obsession with buttocks?

There were other people here. It was so embarrassing.

The person involved didn’t feel embarrassed. She gritted her teeth and continued, “And Chang Yuantan, to handle such a huge matter all by herself! I will give her backside a good spanking!”

“And…”

Liu Qianfeng’s gaze slowly fell upon Shen Yirong, causing a full-body prickle.

Shen Yirong swiftly covered her own backside. She asked nervously, “W-what else?”

Liu Qianfeng: “I heard you have a daughter? Whose? Is she Song Yin’s?”

Shen Yirong: “…I don’t.”

Liu Qianfeng gasped. “Hiss! Do you have another lover besides Song Yin?”

Song Yin, who was watching the show, sent a chilling glance.

Shen Yirong had a pounding headache. “No, truly no. I don’t have a daughter, nor do I have any other lover. Song Yin is my only lover.”

That still sounded strange. Under Liu Qianfeng’s despairing gaze, Shen Yirong scratched her head and admitted, “Song Yin is my only beloved.”

Liu Qianfeng’s lips trembled a few times. How long had it been since they last met, and these two were already so affectionate?

Unwilling to accept the truth, she grabbed Shen Yirong’s shoulders and shook her. “If you’re being coerced, blink your eyes. I may not have means, but I have plenty of strength.”

Shen Yirong stared at her with wide eyes. Afraid Liu Qianfeng wouldn’t believe her, she stretched her upper and lower eyelids even wider.

Yao Ling, who had finally recovered, mocked, “Old woman, I advise you not to have such a strong possessiveness over someone else’s beloved.”

Liu Qianfeng had no time for her. She just muttered, “Liar.”

Shen Yirong was genuinely afraid that the elderly woman would be driven mad by anger, so she waved her hand in front of her eyes. “Sect Master?”

The past flashed vividly before Liu Qianfeng’s eyes. She looked heartbroken, like a poor person betrayed by a heartless lover.

“You liar, you forgot the words and promises you made to me before.”

Shen Yirong was utterly confused. Did this feel like she had done something gravely wrong to the Sect Master?

No way!

The air around them turned cold. Song Yin’s eyes also turned cold.

Shen Yirong even began to doubt herself.

She couldn’t help but wake the sleeping Suyun: Suyun, wake up.

“What is it, Master?”

Suyun’s voice was very weak, sounding as if it was about to dissipate, but thankfully it was still clear.

Shen Yirong frowned slightly: What was my relationship with Sect Master Liu before?

“A thief and a pitiful owner of a liquor store. Hmm, a debtor-creditor relationship, I suppose.”

Shen Yirong breathed a sigh of relief. So she was just a thief.

Thus, she walked around Liu Qianfeng without any guilt and immediately linked arms with Song Yin. “Regardless, Sect Master, I genuinely like her.”

This bold statement almost made Liu Qianfeng faint. She cried out in frustration, “Didn’t you promise me before that we would both remain single? Didn’t you also say you didn’t like anyone much younger than you!”

I’m sorry, I forgot all of it.

A sliver of guilt arose in Shen Yirong’s heart. She quickly lied, “That was the Sword Venerable’s promise. It has nothing to do with me.”

Shen Yirong’s eyes were full of pity. She sighed and said, “Sect Master, please stop being so obsessed. Let’s void all of yesterday.”

“The future, a beautiful future, awaits us.”

Song Yin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. “If the Sect Master is worried, I will take her back to the Great Peace Sect to live.”

Song Yin was still smiling. She was unusually amiable towards Liu Qianfeng. “Then the Sect Master can see us every day.”

Looking at the two who looked like they wanted to cling to each other, the Sect Master, who had seen many storms, fell silent.

She had never truly seen this kind of storm.

No! She had seen this kind of storm before. Many years ago, Senior Martial Sister Yun had said similar things.

That was during a twilight after discovering that Mei Xin had developed an emotional aperture. The setting sun painted the Myriad Sword Peak an orange-red. Senior Martial Sister Yun stood at the edge of the cliff, allowing the strong wind to buffet her clothes, looking as if she might jump down in despair at any second.

At that time, Liu Qianfeng was still a gentle and shy woman. She dared not approach, only calling out, “Senior Sister, don’t be sad. There will definitely be a solution. Once it’s solved, Little Mei’s Heartless Dao will surely be fine.”

The strong wind carried Yun Huiming’s sigh. The person who always laughed recklessly in her memory seemed to have aged greatly all of a sudden. “Bai Yuzan said she has a way, but she has no sense of sisterly affection. After an 88% discount, she still wants five million high-grade spirit stones.”

Liu Qianfeng was shaken upon hearing the number five million. She tremblingly opened her spatial ring. After counting, she had three thousand two hundred forty-six high-grade spirit stones, four hundred thirty-three middle-grade, and nine low-grade.

How much wine would she have to sell to get five million? Liu Qianfeng regretted it. Why did she have to make such a choice when the Medical Immortal Valley and the Great Peace Sect were both vying for her?

Yun Huiming looked heartbroken. “Alas, I am truly a useless Master. Junior Sister, I’m leaving. I’m very happy to have such a gentle Junior Sister like you.”

Yun Huiming forced out an extremely bitter smile, then closed her eyes, spread her hands, leaned forward, and disappeared from the cliff edge.

Liu Qianfeng was terrified out of her mind. She quickly rushed forward, threw herself down, and grabbed Yun Huiming’s hand, but the other party resisted with a spell. She couldn’t pull her up.

Yun Huiming struggled like a fish out of water, flailing and wailing, “Let go! Let me die! I don’t want to live!”

Liu Qianfeng cried urgently, “Don’t be like this! Let’s think of a solution together!”

“Think of what solution? Do you know how many spirit stones I have left? Zero! It’s zero! I still owe you four hundred spirit stones for wine!”

The fish struggled harder. Liu Qianfeng felt she was losing her grip. She yelled, “I don’t want the debt! I’ll sell my wine, and you take missions, we can save up somehow!”

Yun Huiming instantly quieted down. “Really? You really don’t want me to pay you back?”

Liu Qianfeng cried and shouted, “No need! Senior Sister, please don’t die! If you die, I’ll have to become the Sect Master. Think about Mei Xin. She’s still so young. I don’t know how to raise children!”

The spell binding Liu Qianfeng’s hand disappeared the next second. Not paying attention, she almost flung Yun Huiming away.

Fortunately, she retracted her strength in time and pulled the person up.

Yun Huiming stood up elegantly, completely losing her previous suicidal appearance. She smoothed her robes, coughed, “How can a person who is several hundred years old be called a child? If you really don’t know how to take care of her, learn from me. Guaranteed to be fine.”

Liu Qianfeng sat on the ground, wiping the tears from her eyes with her sleeve. “I won’t learn from you! I’m the only remaining decent image of Great Peace. You raise your own disciple, don’t dump her on me.”

Yun Huiming looked thoughtful. “Mm, you have a point.”

Seeing her Senior Sister looking like she had come to her senses, Liu Qianfeng finally felt relieved.

But she seemed to have relaxed too soon. She heard Yun Huiming say with great concern, “I can’t dump her on you. You’re so biased and clearly prefer Junior Martial Niece Shen. What if you’re not good to my disciple?”

Liu Qianfeng’s tears welled up again. “What bias! How could you think of me like that! I’m never talking to you again!”

Yun Huiming quickly grabbed Liu Qianfeng’s sleeve. Unfortunately, Liu Qianfeng, in a fit of pique, had more strength than usual. Yun Huiming, who had intended to pull her back, was dragged forward, her feet leaving a clear line scraped across the ground.

“Junior Sister! Good Junior Sister! Senior Sister was wrong!”

Liu Qianfeng cried while covering her ears. “I’m not listening! I’m not listening!”

“Good Junior Sister~ Please talk to me~”

“I said I won’t talk to you, and I won’t!”

“Senior Sister is going to cry, seriously.”

Liu Qianfeng paused. She still couldn’t help but turn back, only to see Yun Huiming’s playful smile.

Liu Qianfeng flung her away. “You lying wretch!”

Yun Huiming, who was flung high into the air, created a wall of water to support herself. She looked down at Liu Qianfeng from mid-air, resting her head on her hand. “Are you very afraid of my departure?”

Liu Qianfeng was startled. She raised both hands to wipe her face clean, then nodded reluctantly.

Yun Huiming, with one leg crossed over the other, chuckled. “This matter of separation, you and Junior Martial Niece Shen will have to continue adapting to it.”

“In a world like this, there are always people who suddenly walk ahead of you.”

Liu Qianfeng understood, but she was far from as open-minded as Yun Huiming. Thus, she acted like a child again in front of her Senior Sister. “I don’t want to.”

Yun Huiming only smiled. She looked up at the azure sky. “Humans are truly interesting creatures. You clearly saw that I wasn’t genuinely concerned about you, yet you still feel sad for me.”

She suddenly flew down, leaning close to Liu Qianfeng and teasingly said, “Do you like my fake facade that much?”

Liu Qianfeng felt something was off. In her memory, her Senior Sister would never be so frank about her hypocrisy.

Her eyes were clear and unwavering. She only said seriously, “Can Senior Sister be falsely kind for a lifetime?”

Yun Huiming was startled. She tilted her head and sneered. “Of course. Such an interesting thing is certainly worth a lifetime. You, Junior Martial Niece Shen, and also Su Zhao, Chang Yuantan, and Bai Yuzan are all very interesting people.”

Because they were interesting, she liked them. In this regard, Yun Huiming’s liking was very pure.

Liu Qianfeng understood. She didn’t care. “Then that is what Senior Sister is like in my eyes. So I hope Senior Sister won’t walk ahead of me. I will cry.”

Yun Huiming said carelessly, “Don’t you cry every day?”

Liu Qianfeng’s fist whizzed past Yun Huiming’s ear. For a moment, her ears were filled with the sound of wind.

Yun Huiming stepped back two paces. “Oh dear, oh dear, how terrifying. Alright, I promise you, I will absolutely not walk ahead of you. It’s windy here, let’s go.”

Yun Huiming walked down the mountain with her hands behind her head.

Myriad Sword Peak could also be called the Myriad Sword Graveyard. There were more swords than trees on the mountain, and beneath the swords lay their respective masters. This was the final destination for every disciple of the Great Peace Sect.

Although it was a graveyard, one did not feel fear walking through it.

Yun Huiming leisurely advised, “I still advise you to be more open-minded. Don’t be like Junior Martial Niece Shen, wanting to save everything, wanting to keep everything. That’s too greedy.”

“If you ask me, she’s too stubborn. She doesn’t have a shred of selfishness. I’m very curious what kind of person can make her develop such a thing as selfishness.”

“Perhaps she was too selfless before. People elevated her onto the pedestal named Sword Venerable, and it’s hard to come down now.”

Liu Qianfeng didn’t agree, but she suddenly recalled the other party’s actions in the demon territory.

In this era where humans and demons were mutually hostile, she still desperately tried to save that white fox demon, even though there was no meaningful reason to save her.

Liu Qianfeng sighed, suddenly remembering an afternoon long ago. Shen Yirong returned from the demon territory and went into seclusion for a few days. After coming out, she gave away fabric all over the sect.

Even after so long, Liu Qianfeng still remembered Shen Yirong’s smile.

It was snowing then. Shen Yirong, clad in a blue robe, stood outside her cave dwelling. White fabric was draped over her arm. When she spoke, white mist rose, and her smile was bright. “Elder Liu, this is for you. I made it myself.”

Thinking about the past always brought a sigh, and also a feeling of panic. She quickened her steps to walk beside her Senior Sister.

After covertly glancing at her Senior Sister’s profile, Liu Qianfeng finally said, “We’ll figure out Mei Xin’s matter together. Senior Sister, don’t worry.”

Mentioning Mei Xin, Yun Huiming’s smile could no longer be maintained. Her voice suddenly became very calm. “I asked Su Zhao.”

Su Zhao was the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion Master’s direct disciple, but her divination abilities now surpassed the current Heavenly Mystery Pavilion Master’s.

Liu Qianfeng eagerly asked, “You can still contact her? What did she say?”

After a moment of silence, Yun Huiming returned to her carefree self. “It’s a good ending. She said that Xin’er and I can be together for a long, long time, a perfect match for ten thousand years.”

Liu Qianfeng sighed in relief. “That’s good. Wait! You! You!”

Yun Huiming puffed out her chest proudly. “What’s wrong? Haven’t you seen two Heartless Dao cultivators fall in love?”

Liu Qianfeng was completely speechless. The words “Heartless Dao,” “Master and Disciple,” and “Great Peace Reputation” kept rotating in her mind. She stamped her foot. “Master will be infuriated by you!”

“Heh! Master has lived for so long, what hasn’t she seen? I’m her favorite disciple. She’ll forgive me.”

Yun Huiming stroked her chin, instantly coming up with countless mischievous ideas. “When Xin’er and I get married, we’ll move to the peak where Master resides and show up in front of her every day. She’ll get used to it after seeing us a few times.”

Memory and reality overlapped. Even the sense of pride was similar.

Liu Qianfeng painfully closed her eyes. She stumbled twice, then suddenly punched the nearby tree. The tree was pierced right through, and she slowly calmed down.

Yao Ling summoned two hammers to shield Shen Yirong and Song Yin.

Seeing Liu Qianfeng’s anguish, Shen Yirong felt a pang of heartache, but the other party’s reaction was so strong that Shen Yirong knew her identity must have been guessed.

She let go of Song Yin’s hand and walked out from behind Yao Ling.

Yao Ling used her hammers to block her path. Shen Yirong pressed her hammers down, then firmly walked toward Liu Qianfeng.

She pulled out a Daoist robe from her spatial ring and presented it forward. She smiled and said, “I bought this in the Azure Vault Secret Realm. I think Sect Master will like it.”

Liu Qianfeng was stunned. She trembling accepted the robe, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, forcing a somewhat decent smile. “Thank you, I like it very much.”

Having rushed all the way here, Liu Qianfeng was truly tired. Or perhaps she simply couldn’t bear to clash with an old friend, so compromise was the only option.

But her worry remained. She placed her hands on Shen Yirong’s shoulders. “Are you sure it’s her?”

Shen Yirong smiled lightly. “I’m sure it’s her.”

Looking at Shen Yirong’s smile, only powerlessness remained in Liu Qianfeng’s heart. She patted Shen Yirong’s shoulder. “I understand, but remember one thing: I’m always here.”

Shen Yirong looked at Liu Qianfeng. A few strands of silver seemed to be hidden in her black hair.

Without any prompting, Shen Yirong suddenly said, “You must be very tired. Thank you for your hard work.”

Liu Qianfeng was shocked. She shook her head and smiled softly. “Mm, I am tired. I want to sleep first.”

Under the moonlight, Liu Qianfeng’s retreating back looked somewhat lonely.

Because there were always people like this, Shen Yirong was always reluctant to leave this world.

She lay down with Song Yin, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

“What are you thinking about? Do you think the marriage is too sudden?” Song Yin’s voice was usually expressionless.

Shen Yirong turned over to face Song Yin, and the next second, Song Yin burrowed herself into Shen Yirong’s arms.

The suddenly magnified face made Shen Yirong’s heart skip a beat. She suddenly forgot what she had been thinking about.

The rich orchid fragrance lingered around her nostrils. Shen Yirong’s gaze nervously dropped downward, following the curve of the other party’s high nose, but instead of avoiding, her eyes landed on Song Yin’s lips.

In her confusion, she heard Song Yin’s voice. “I’m very happy.”

Shen Yirong: “Ah? That’s good.”

Song Yin: “I’m very happy that you chose me.”

So that’s what it was. Shen Yirong felt that Song Yin was quite easy to appease. She wasn’t particularly good at saying romantic words.

But as long as Song Yin was happy, that was good. Shen Yirong gave a silly laugh. “I’m glad the Venerable is happy.”

But why does the floral scent feel heavier? Her eyelids started to droop. She let out a small yawn.

In the darkness, Song Yin’s face suddenly turned bright red. After a variety of facial expressions, she finally endured the shame and spoke. “Master, let’s dual cultivate.”

Shen Yirong’s mind was already a confused mess. “Dual cultivation? Okay, we should sleep well during our rest time.”

Song Yin misunderstood the meaning. Her face turned redder. Her hand went to her waist, debating whether to untie her robes herself or let the other person do it, when she heard a very light snore.

She fell asleep…

Song Yin felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over her head. She completely calmed down.

She angrily sent a message to the Second Protector: Didn’t you say this would definitely work?

The Second Protector’s voice was weak: Did the Venerable fail? Could you tell me the details?

Song Yin felt too embarrassed. She didn’t want to say, and changed the subject: What’s wrong with you?

“Thank you for your concern, Venerable. I’m just tired from overusing my eyes.”

Song Yin remembered the other party’s eye condition. She said casually: Tell the Fourth Protector to help you.

“Zhuo Tan is mentally unstable. She might set this place on fire. Please don’t worry, Venerable. I only need to rest a bit.”

Song Yin had a slight headache. She realized that these administrative tasks really couldn’t be done without Qi Wu.

She suddenly thought of someone, the person who was so perceptive to send her the recording stone.

Song Yin said again: Have Li Xiu help you.

“Yes. Does the Venerable want to hold a grand wedding ceremony?”

Song Yin closed her eyes: Naturally.

Suddenly remembering the freeloading cauldrons in the Demon Palace, Song Yin added: Make proper arrangements for those cauldrons. Those willing to serve the Demon Palace should stay. For those unwilling, help them cover up their cauldron identity, give them a sum of spirit stones, and settle them properly.

The Second Protector frowned. She felt there would be trouble later.

It was easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Those cauldrons had enjoyed good food and drink in the Demon Palace for so many years. If they suddenly had to earn spirit stones with their own hands, resentment was bound to arise.

In the Second Protector’s opinion, they should all be killed to eliminate future trouble.

But on second thought, the harm these people could cause was limited.

“Your subordinate will attend to it now.”

After dealing with everything, Song Yin cut off the message. She quietly looked at Shen Yirong’s face and found that the other party was mumbling nonsense in her sleep again.

She couldn’t enter dreams right now. She could with an artifact, but the risk would be very high.

Song Yin hesitated when she heard a faint sound of weeping.

A soft sigh in the night, followed by a flash of white light, entering the dream.

Outside the French windows was the noisy sound of car horns. Streetlights and car lights converged into a river.

Inside the French windows was the rhythmic sound of keyboard keys. The living room chandelier illuminated the space, making the room as bright as day.

Shen Yirong, with her hair loose, was wearing a light beige pajama. She rubbed her eyes. The text on the computer screen reflected in them.

Was she making a presentation?

The time displayed at the bottom of the computer was 01:45.

Song Yin frowned and walked over. She picked up Shen Yirong and moved her to the side.

Shen Yirong looked at her and smiled. “You’re here. Am I dreaming again?”

She was indeed dreaming.

Song Yin had originally intended to carry her back to bed, but the person was restless, so she had no choice but to let her sleep on the sofa.

Song Yin was already very familiar with the house. She took a thin blanket from the closet in the room and covered Shen Yirong, listening to her confused muttering: “I’m not done yet. Can’t sleep.”

Song Yin gently pressed her down. “Sleep. I’ll help you.”

The light spread out behind Song Yin’s head. Shen Yirong smiled and mumbled, “Thank you, Immortal Sister.”

The next second, the same snoring sound resumed.

Song Yin: “…”

Helplessly, Song Yin sat down in front of the computer and started working on the other party’s tasks.

Shen Yirong had finished the majority of it. Song Yin only needed to tie up the loose ends.

After finishing, Song Yin started learning things that interested her.

She boredly programmed a dialogue program and named it 01.

After typing “Hello,” 01 responded.