Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Throwing Oneself Into the Net

Having slept too long, Shen Yirong woke up with a headache. She supported her head and slowly sat up.

“Hiss.”

Her head felt heavy, and her neck seemed unable to bear the weight. Breathing was more difficult than usual, yet after taking deep breaths, her stomach churned with emptiness, making her feel nauseous.

Lifting her hand to look at her wrist, it seemed thinner than before, and the prominent blue veins on the back of her hand were visible.

Shen Yirong felt like a punctured balloon, slowly deflating.

She coughed twice, waking Song Yin, who was resting beside the bed.

Song Yin looked up, naturally took Shen Yirong’s wrist, and then handed over a bowl of medicine from the side. “I’ll feed you.”

The sight before her was so familiar, so familiar that she couldn’t distinguish between the past and the present.

She looked at Song Yin; the years had left no mark on this face. She numbly opened her mouth, and as the medicine entered, a bitter taste immediately rushed into her nasal cavity.

Swallowing sip by sip was too agonizing. Shen Yirong took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Her throat worked up and down. Shen Yirong covered her mouth to keep herself from vomiting.

Just like four hundred years ago, a candied date appeared before her.

Memories resurfaced at this moment; the protagonist of the story remained unchanged. In that former bad ending, she would frown and complain bitterly, with a terrible attitude.

But now, the quiet Shen Yirong just accepted the candied date and thanked her softly.

The sweetness of the date wasn’t enough to dispel the bitterness of the medicine.

Shen Yirong was used to it. After eating the date, she realized Song Yin had been watching her the whole time, which made her feel uneasy.

In her haste to dispose of the date pit, she saw the withered back of her hand. Shen Yirong felt a surge of panic. “What’s wrong with me?”

Song Yin collected the medicine bowl and the date pit onto a tray. Her back was to Shen Yirong, so her expression was unclear.

Song Yin sat down again. “Just the side effects of being too intimate recently. You’ll recover with rest, and then we can continue.”

Song Yin said this without an ounce of shame, but rather with a hint of a smile.

The panic in Shen Yirong’s heart instantly vanished, replaced by irritation.

She reached out and heavily slapped the back of Song Yin’s hand, but the other person didn’t flinch.

Seeing Song Yin reach out her other hand, Shen Yirong laughed in exasperation. “I really can’t deal with you.”

As soon as her words fell, all the furniture in the room began to jump. Shen Yirong grabbed the side of the bed. “Is there an earthquake?”

After speaking, she covered her mouth and looked at Song Yin’s face. The other person looked normal, only turning her head to look at the sky outside the window.

“What is it?” Shen Yirong asked cautiously.

Song Yin turned back. She helped Shen Yirong lie down. “Nothing. You should rest well. We’ll continue once your health recovers.”

Shen Yirong, understanding Song Yin’s implication, gritted her teeth and punched her.

Song Yin frowned. “The force is too light.”

Shen Yirong didn’t want to talk anymore. If she continued, she was afraid she would be angered to death. Just as sleepiness washed over her, she simply closed her eyes.

Song Yin waited until she was soundly asleep before getting up. Shen Shuci, clutching the edge of her sleeve with both hands, poked her head out.

However, the sleeve was too long, so she could only see under the bed.

She extended a fine thread to Song Yin’s shoulder, pulling herself up.

After sitting steadily, she sighed. “Why do I feel like the host’s body is withering?”

Song Yin’s complexion was not very good, completely different from her slick appearance just moments ago.

Shen Shuci looked at her. “Were you pretending just now?”

Song Yin: “Mm. Master has suffered from illness for so long. It’s better not to let her know.”

The furniture in the room was still shaking. Song Yin turned to leave the room. Looking up, she saw several more holes in the newly repaired barrier.

Everyone in the Demon Palace had been mobilized, but they still couldn’t control Liu Qianfeng.

Liu Qianfeng made another breakthrough, then punched the Demon Palace barrier. The barrier rippled, and more cracks appeared.

One force breaks all laws.

“Crazy woman,” Shen Shuci muttered, then looked at Song Yin. “Should I go explain it for you?”

“Explain? Would she believe you are Shen Shuci?” Song Yin scoffed.

She definitely wouldn’t. Shen Shuci couldn’t possibly be a short-limbed, small golden person.

Above, Liu Qianfeng punched Qi Wu. The vines on Qi Wu’s waist grew into a shield, but it didn’t last a second. Fortunately, the Fifth Protector pulled Qi Wu away with puppet strings.

Liu Qianfeng’s punch missed, hitting the ground instead.

A large crack immediately split the ground. If the fighting continued like this, even if the barrier wasn’t broken, the entire Demon Palace would sink.

Liu Qianfeng withdrew her fist, attacking Qi Wu again with murderous intent, but her peripheral vision caught sight of Song Yin.

Holding back a surge of anger, she roared, “Song Yin!”

Shen Shuci quickly jumped down and pulled Song Yin’s sleeve, then burrowed back in.

She didn’t really want to expose her original form.

Song Yin flew out of the barrier. She stood in front of the Demon Palace crowd and instructed softly, “Go back. You are not her match.”

“Yes.”

The battle had just begun, but Qi Wu and the others were already injured. If they continued fighting, the outcome was unknown.

Liu Qianfeng glared at Song Yin. “Give her back to me.”

When facing Song Yin, Liu Qianfeng was not as impulsive as before, but her tone was much worse than in previous encounters.

However, she was still very nervous. Song Yin was not weak in terms of fortune, talent, or even willpower. She would only be stronger than Liu Qianfeng.

But the situation was critical, and she couldn’t wait to act with the others.

On the way here, Liu Qianfeng had rehearsed the plan thousands of times in her mind. She even left a final letter for Mei Xin. If she died, the Sect Master of Tai’an Sect would be handed over to Lin Mo’an.

Liu Qianfeng’s mind was filled with the resolve to die. She had already sensed Shen Yirong’s location and only waited for the start of the fight to unexpectedly snatch her away.

So, bring it on, Song Yin!

“Sect Master, let’s talk.”

Song Yin looked calm and composed, and even her smile was gentle.

Liu Qianfeng clenched her fist in caution. “There is nothing to talk about between us.”

Song Yin didn’t mind. She chuckled softly. “Really?”

“Of course, it’s fake. I’d be happy to talk to you.”

Liu Qianfeng’s expression was ferocious, but the words coming out of her mouth were completely different. She was horrified to find that she was being controlled.

The Heart Demon couldn’t help but interject: How much did you learn from that memory?

Looking at the controlled but helpless Liu Qianfeng, Song Yin, in a good mood, answered: I probably understand the weaknesses and strengths of everyone in that memory, such as this person’s relatively weak mind.

Song Yin smiled again: And how to isolate your interference and prying.

Heart Demon: “…”

Song Yin ignored it. “Sect Master, come with me.”

Liu Qianfeng’s mouth turned up into a silly smile uncontrollably. “Okay.”

The Demon Cultivators who were watching the battle below widened their eyes at the sight of the two of them being harmonious.

The Second Protector, whose shoulder had just been hit, looked astonished. “Did we take that beating for nothing?”

The rest of the group also looked pale and bewildered.

Qi Wu was the first to react. She said sternly, “The Venerable has her reasons. You all go tend to your injuries first.”

The Second Protector swept her snake tail on the ground a few times and laughed, “Humans are truly baffling.”

Everyone present felt a little offended.

But the truth was, human absurdity would only be more severe than what she witnessed.

Liu Qianfeng, who had been prepared to fight to the death to snatch the person, sat in the guest seat. A dimpled Demon Cultivator smiled and served her a cup of hot tea.

Shen Yirong lay on the bed in the back, seemingly sleeping soundly. Aside from being a little weak, her body was completely fine.

The room was filled with the scent of medicine. Liu Qianfeng sniffed it. It seemed to be some kind of expensive nourishing herbs…

On the small table beside the bed, there were some delicate pastries. Wind chimes hung by the window. The room layout resembled the place Little Shen used to live in Tai’an.

Wait?

This was not what she had imagined. Shouldn’t it be a scene where enemies meet with blazing fury? And, having been deceived in love, shouldn’t an enraged Song Yin have harshly locked up and tormented her former Master?

As she was lost in thought, Shen Yirong on the bed turned over. She hugged the quilt and mumbled, “Good disciple, bitter.”

Liu Qianfeng flinched. She couldn’t understand.

Song Yin smiled, then took off the jade pendant from her waist and placed it next to Shen Yirong. The person who had been sleeping restlessly immediately relaxed her brow.

Liu Qianfeng fell silent.

Her worries had become a complete joke with that single phrase, “Good disciple.”

Song Yin returned to her seat. “Master’s body is withering. Thus, I would like to ask Sect Master Liu for a favor.”

Liu Qianfeng instantly grew tense. “Withered? Are you sure this isn’t your doing?”

Song Yin didn’t mind her suspicion. Anyone who knew their relationship would jump to that conclusion.

She simply displayed her wrist. A red thorn pattern slowly emerged on her wrist. At the same time, the same pattern appeared on Shen Yirong’s hand.

Liu Qianfeng was stunned.

Song Yin withdrew her hand. “I once swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao not to harm her. Surely the Sect Master can trust me a little now.”

With the genuine constraint of the Heavenly Dao before her, Liu Qianfeng temporarily put aside her suspicion.

Her tone was no longer barbed, but distant and calm. “What do you mean by ‘withering’? What do I need to do?”

Seeing Liu Qianfeng’s attitude soften, Song Yin smiled. “Just as artifacts can be damaged if misused, I suspect the body Master currently resides in is similar to an artifact.”

Liu Qianfeng raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“The reason for the speculation is not important. What’s important is that this body can no longer sustain her. Is the Sect Master willing to help me?”

Feeling Shen Yirong’s weak aura, Liu Qianfeng clenched and unclenched her fists. “How can I help?”

Song Yin took out a jade tablet, the one Shen Yirong had used.

She interlaced her fingers and propped up her head. “I invited the Valley Master of the Medical Immortal Valley for a short visit last time, but the reception was somewhat lacking, and she took offense. She is probably unwilling to set foot in the Demon Palace again.”

“Therefore, I would like the Sect Master to deliver a message to Valley Master Bai of the Medical Immortal Valley.”

Liu Qianfeng frowned. “What is it?”

Song Yin’s smile deepened slightly.

Meanwhile, the person they were discussing was still flying towards the Southern Border. The closer she got, the more panicked she felt.

She sighed. “If it weren’t for Shen Yirong, I wouldn’t want to oppose Song Yin.”

If Song Yin knew that she was the one who used the Soul-Guiding Lamp to save Shen Yirong’s crumbling soul back then, there would be a lot of trouble.

She didn’t feel it before, but now it seemed that Song Yin was a complete pervert.

Remembering her time as a guest at the Demon Palace, Bai Yuzan shivered again. She thought for a moment. “I still can’t act recklessly. I’ll check the situation outside the Demon Palace first. It’s best if I don’t have to confront them directly.”

“If all else fails, I can still activate the Soul-Guiding Lamp to collect the troublemaker’s soul again. In short, no need to rush.”

Bai Yuzan felt it was better to avoid a direct conflict.

Despite saying this, she was still very worried.

She took out her jade tablet, wanting to check the progress of the others. Clicking into the group, she saw that Liu Qianfeng had sent her a private message.

Had Liu Qianfeng already arrived?

Bai Yuzan clicked into the message.

“Save me.”

Bai Yuzan’s composure instantly shattered. She typed furiously for a long time.

“Are you seriously injured? Where are you?”

Liu Qianfeng: In Song Yin’s hands, hurry…

Bai Yuzan’s mind was in chaos. She was truly exasperated. This person’s cultivation was so high. If she couldn’t win, why didn’t she run?

She used to run so fast.

The Soul-Guiding Lamp could only save one person.

Now she genuinely couldn’t calm down.

Bai Yuzan decided to abandon the main force and use her artifact for extreme speed, flying towards the Demon Palace.

She took a shortcut, using many artifacts and talismans along the way. By the time she reached the outside of the Demon Palace, it was late at night.

She took a deep breath, her eyes resolute.

Troublemaker, crybaby, hold on! I’m coming to save you both!

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