Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Forgetfulness – Master-Disciple Romance? No Way!

A lone figure squatted by the large lake. Liu Qianfeng hadn’t expected to feel so peaceful while standing on this land inhabited by demon cultivators.

Leaves rustled. Someone was getting closer.

Liu Qianfeng didn’t turn around. She picked up a pebble and threw it onto the lake. After a sonic boom, the water was split in two by the pebble.

“In a bad mood?” Bai Yuzan sat down next to her.

Liu Qianfeng picked up another stone. This time, she didn’t throw it into the lake, but to the left. The weeping willow by the lake was pierced by the stone.

A figure slowly materialized from behind the willow tree.

Liu Qianfeng said coldly, “Scram.”

The Demon Palace disciple bowed with a pale face and slowly disappeared.

Bai Yuzan watched her irritable appearance and shook her head, but her own mood was far from calm.

Ripples spread across the lake. She also sighed. “I thought you’d been captured.”

Liu Qianfeng suppressed the irritability in her heart. She picked up another stone, clenched her hand, and crushed it with force.

Releasing her grip, white powder leaked from her fingertips. Liu Qianfeng scattered it to the wind. “That’s because you’re stupid. If I were captured, I would definitely contact Mei Xin.”

Bai Yuzan was slightly stunned. She gave a wry smile. “My apologies, I forgot. After all, you still used to contact me before.”

Watching the white ash being carried away by the wind, Liu Qianfeng’s expression calmed down.

She rested her head on her hand and slowly lay down, looking at the white clouds in the sky.

The weather was great, and the wind was nice. This weather was suitable for everyone to gather.

She reached out, wanting to grasp the clouds, but the sky was too high. She wanted to hold onto the wind, but the clear breeze was formless.

Ultimately, out of consideration for their old friendship, Liu Qianfeng’s reprimand became very gentle. “You saved Little Yirong’s soul, why didn’t you tell me?”

The inevitable had come. Bai Yuzan understood that if not for their friendship, this person would have sent her flying two miles away.

Feeling depressed, she also picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it into the lake. Hearing the plop of the stone, she let out a long breath. “I consulted with Su Zhao. The fewer people who knew about this, the greater the chance of success.”

Liu Qianfeng was puzzled. “Regarding Little Yirong, she could even calculate that?”

Bai Yuzan continued throwing stones. “Mm. She paid a small price for it.”

Liu Qianfeng still felt something was amiss, but remembering that Su Zhao was crippled, she said no more.

But she was still very angry.

She didn’t believe that the Sword Venerable would meet such an end, so she had been searching for Shen Yirong’s soul all these years, only to find nothing after so long.

Remembering the hardships of those years, Liu Qianfeng abruptly sat up and punched Bai Yuzan.

Bai Yuzan instantly tumbled over, hugging her leg with a wry smile. “You are much more violent than before.”

Liu Qianfeng ignored her. This person who had just struck someone not only didn’t apologize but instead held out her hand to the victim. “Spirit stones, lend me some.”

The topic changed too quickly for Bai Yuzan to react. She hesitated for a moment before saying, “Didn’t you say that no matter how poor, you must never compromise your integrity?”

“Are you afraid I won’t pay you back? It seems I overestimated our friendship.” Liu Qianfeng wore a perfunctory look of heartache.

Now she was resorting to moral blackmail.

Bai Yuzan shook her head helplessly. The Valley Master of the Medical Immortal Valley refined pills and artifacts, making her the wealthiest sect besides the Demon Palace.

In the past, when everyone was still around, Bai Yuzan always covered the largest share of expenses at their gatherings.

Casually pulling out a bag from her spatial ring, Bai Yuzan tossed it to Liu Qianfeng, spatial ring and all. “Here. No need to repay me.”

Liu Qianfeng counted the number. As the person with the most integrity in the Tai’an Sect, she said seriously, “I’ll repay you by selling wine.”

People from the Tai’an Sect were very stubborn. Bai Yuzan didn’t press the matter, but she was a little curious. “You never ask me for these things. Are you encountering some difficulty?”

Liu Qianfeng carefully put away the spirit stones. She pointed her chin towards the room where Shen Yirong was sleeping. “As you can see, how can I not give a wedding gift?”

Once she started talking, Liu Qianfeng’s complaints were endless. “This person swore that she would never have a partner, those d*mn words, and I was the only one who believed her.”

“One after another, including you! All liars!”

Bai Yuzan obediently endured the scolding. She reached out and uncorked the gourd at her waist, took a big gulp of the contents, and handed it to Liu Qianfeng. “Medicated wine I brewed. Want to try it?”

“No, I’m afraid you’ll charge me spirit stones.”

Bai Yuzan was helpless. She forcefully pushed the gourd into Liu Qianfeng’s hand. “Why have you only learned bad things? Don’t always imitate Sister Yun’s style. You are you.”

Seeing this, Liu Qianfeng took an ungracious gulp. “Disgusting. So disgusting I want to cry.”

Bai Yuzan immediately snatched the gourd back. “Don’t drink it then.”

But Liu Qianfeng genuinely started to cry.

Bai Yuzan immediately panicked. She fumbled in her sleeve for a handkerchief, then clumsily wiped the other person’s face.

This lack of tenderness earned her another punch from Liu Qianfeng.

Feeling like her leg was broken, Bai Yuzan was left speechless. In the past, she could still complain to Liu Qianfeng’s Master and Senior Sister, but now she had nowhere to complain.

Moreover, she felt guilty, so she endured it.

But Liu Qianfeng ignored her. After crying, she stood up and quickly rushed away.

Bai Yuzan could only hobble after her.

After walking for a while, Liu Qianfeng suddenly turned around and waited for her, though her expression was still very sour. “You can clearly heal this injury quickly.”

Bai Yuzan dragged her injured leg to her side. She rubbed her leg, and the injury was mostly healed.

She didn’t hide her tactics and confessed honestly. “If I didn’t do this, you wouldn’t wait for me.”

Liu Qianfeng looked at her face, which was clearly much more weathered, and finally softened. “What are your plans now? I’m telling you, Song Yin doesn’t intend to let us go.”

The two walked side by side.

Both were people who had weathered many great storms. Bai Yuzan was not flustered.

She thought for a moment. “I’ve been in seclusion for years. The Medical Immortal Valley can operate normally without me. However, Little Zhao is recovering at my place, so I need to send a message to my disciple to ensure she takes good care of her.”

“Also, Song Yin’s physical condition is very poor. Since I’m involved now, I’ll find a way to condition her so that Little Shen doesn’t become a widow immediately upon her return.”

Liu Qianfeng gave her a sidelong glance. “Can’t you say something nice?”

Bai Yuzan quickly changed the subject. She sighed with emotion. “Seeing those two like this, I truly thought it was a dream.”

If Song Yin were an enemy, she would indeed be a huge trouble. The current situation should be the best possible outcome, and Shen Yirong was happy with it.

A smile appeared on Bai Yuzan’s tired face. “It seems fate is on our side this time.”

Liu Qianfeng couldn’t stand this. “Why are you like Su Zhao, constantly talking about fate? You can’t learn from her.”

Liu Qianfeng vented her dissatisfaction. “One by one, you all shut yourselves away. For so many years, it was hard for me to even see you once.”

Bai Yuzan felt a little guilty from the criticism. “Sorry. I won’t do it again in the future.”

Liu Qianfeng stood under the willow tree. She reached out and touched the drooping branches, suddenly laughing. “I have to say, Little Yirong is truly a lucky star. She came back, and even brought all of you out of seclusion.”

“Alright. Since things have a good ending, we’ll find time to meet again and call Su Zhao and Yuan Tan. Those two used to be rivals, but now they both use wheelchairs and have become fellow patients.”

Bai Yuzan frowned. “Your mouth is too harsh.”

Liu Qianfeng smiled.

After smiling, she remembered the turmoil outside and anxiously pulled out the jade tablet.

The “Rescue the Sword Venerable” group chat was still very active, filled with insults towards Song Yin.

Given Song Yin’s current level of strangeness, if these people came, they would just be serving themselves up as food.

Just as she was about to advise these people to turn back, she saw a few alarming messages.

So, she stopped typing and watched the people inside chat.

“Didn’t they say there was a Zombie King in Yue State? Are the citizens all in a state of suspended animation?”

“You’re outdated. After that demon broke the All-Encompassing Mirror, the Zombie King retracted the curse. Those people woke up a long time ago.”

“What about the Zombie King? I heard her strength is considerable. I wanted to compete with her.”

“You? You’d be lucky to be her rations.”

“Alright, stop arguing. Little friend You, who previously provided the map of the Demon Palace, told me the Zombie King left Yue State to look for the corpse of the King she served in her past life.”

“Huh? Wait, are you talking about Vice Pavilion Master Shen? Did she die? My heavens! Doesn’t that mean Pavilion Master Su has lost another loved one?”

“Shh! Pavilion Master Su can see this. Stop talking!”

Liu Qianfeng’s heart sank. She remembered Shen Shuci going missing during the time she was at the Nine Heavens Gate. Su Zhao’s frantic appearance was deeply etched in her memory.

She immediately found Su Zhao and kicked her out of the group.

After Su Zhao was gone, the discussion in the group became lively again.

This jade tablet was issued by Shen Yirong when her emotions were unstable later on. For some unknown reason, she issued a jade tablet every time she rescued someone.

It wouldn’t have been a big deal, but this jade tablet could only transmit messages by typing, and it required some sort of input method.

This was a completely different system. Liu Qianfeng took a long time to learn it, and Bai Yuzan was too lazy to learn, so she was still not proficient.

Shen Yirong issued the tablets indiscriminately, resulting in all sorts of people being in the group.

“Tsk tsk tsk, how tragic. She probably suffered a backlash from the will of Heaven. Prying into the heavens greatly depletes one’s destiny. None of the past Pavilion Masters have met a good end.”

“Heh, I think she deserves it too. Always talking about fate, fate. It’s annoying.”

“How can you talk like that! The Sword Venerable would be ashamed to know she saved people like you!”

“You’re not the Sword Venerable. Why are you speculating on her thoughts?”

Seeing these people about to argue, Liu Qianfeng intervened to stop them: If I hear another word of disrespect towards Pavilion Master Su, don’t blame my sword for being merciless!

The group instantly fell silent.

Liu Qianfeng calmed down a bit. She typed again: The Sword Venerable is not in danger. Everyone, please go back.

As she sent the message, Liu Qianfeng’s eyes widened instantly.

“The Sword Venerable is not in danger. Everyone, please go back.”

The group erupted again.

“Forget Pavilion Master Su, the Sword Venerable is in great danger right now!”

“Every day of delay, the Sword Venerable’s life is in greater peril. Don’t hesitate anymore, let’s attack directly!”

“That’s right! Let’s fight that demon Song Yin!”

Liu Qianfeng watched the emotions of these people on the screen grow more and more agitated. She frantically typed, but then discovered she had been muted.

Liu Qianfeng turned to Bai Yuzan. “Give me your jade tablet.”

Bai Yuzan took out her jade tablet, and Liu Qianfeng snatched it away.

After a flurry of typing, Liu Qianfeng found that she couldn’t send the messages either.

She nearly threw the jade tablet in her hand. After calming down, she tossed the tablet back to Bai Yuzan.

Liu Qianfeng squatted down in frustration. She gritted her teeth. “Who did this!”

In the next moment, she jumped up. “Song Yin!”

Meanwhile, Song Yin held a jade tablet, watching the people in the group constantly insult her.

She watched with relish, mentally noting every person who had insulted her.

Shen Shuci was still playing with Eleven.

Whatever Shen Shuci did, Eleven did the same, like looking in a mirror.

Just as she was playing happily, Song Yin threw her a peanut brittle candy. Shen Shuci turned into an unfurled handkerchief and caught the candy.

“Have you talked to the Will of Heaven recently?” Song Yin leaned closer and touched Shen Shuci’s head.

Shen Shuci sat on the peanut brittle, posing like a thinker. “No. Why would I seek It out?”

“Try it. Can you still hear Its voice?”

Shen Shuci did as she was told. “Will of Heaven above, please answer my question. Where are you now?”

After a while, Shen Shuci frowned. “Will of Heaven?”

She called out a few more times but couldn’t hear the Will of Heaven’s response. Shen Shuci was very puzzled. “That’s not right. I haven’t argued with It recently. Why is It ignoring me?”

Song Yin was not surprised by the result. She looked at the sky outside the window, wondering what she was thinking.

She took out the Soul-Guiding Lamp again, looking at Shen Yirong sleeping inside.

The other person’s expression was very serious, perhaps due to what she was dreaming.

Shen Shuci also squatted in front of the lamp to watch. Eleven imitated her, squatting beside her.

Thinking that neither the Host nor she had a body, Shen Shuci couldn’t help but turn her head and urge, “When are you going to the fake world to retrieve my body?”

Song Yin lowered her eyes. “Soon.”

Shen Shuci felt this was just a delaying tactic, but that place was very strange. Besides Song Yin, she couldn’t think of anyone else who could help her.

Shen Shuci sighed helplessly. She reached out and poked the lantern, then heard Song Yin’s voice again.

“Can you attach to any kind of body?”

Shen Shuci withdrew her hand. She said fearfully, “I don’t want to change bodies!”

“So that means you can. I understand.”

With that, Song Yin picked up the Soul-Guiding Lamp and turned to walk towards her place of secluded cultivation.

Shen Shuci, with Eleven in tow, quickly followed.

Upon reaching the secluded cultivation area, Song Yin placed the lamp next to a recording stone. She stared at the image in the recording stone for a long time, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep just like that.

Shen Shuci was surprised by her excellent sleep quality. She was about to go closer and look when the Shen Yirong inside the Soul-Guiding Lamp suddenly opened her eyes.

Shen Shuci cried out in surprise, “Host.”

The Shen Yirong in the lamp glanced at her. The other person seemed confused by the current situation. She pushed the lamp wall with both hands, and the Soul-Guiding Lamp was directly toppled.

Seeing the Soul-Guiding Lamp falling straight towards the floor, Shen Shuci’s heart skipped a beat.

She quickly used a golden thread to hook the lamp and pulled it up.

With a clatter, the lamp fell back onto the table.

“You scared me. Host, don’t move. This is very dangerous.”

Shen Yirong stayed inside the lamp and looked at her. After examining her up and down, she finally recognized her. “You are Shuci?”

Shen Shuci was stunned, because the amnesiac Host would not use such an intimate term of address.

Shen Yirong held her head. She felt a terrible headache. Many memories were racing through her mind. She only felt better after forcibly suppressing them.

She looked up, then directly flew out of the lamp. However, as soon as she flew out, she felt a sharp pain in her soul body, so she quickly shrank back inside.

Shen Yirong was completely bewildered. She wondered, “Didn’t I die when I failed the Emotionless Dao? How do I still have memories?”

Shen Shuci’s heart sank. “Host, did you remember?”

Shen Yirong touched her head, crying out in pain. “It seems some memories are missing.”

Seeing Shen Yirong’s confused expression, Shen Shuci’s heart settled down again. She tentatively asked, “Host, do you still remember Song Yin?”

The Shen Yirong in the Soul-Guiding Lamp frowned. She tilted her head, confused. “What?”

Shen Shuci was also thrown into confusion. She pointed to the person sleeping on the bed. “Her. Do you remember her?”

The Soul-Guiding Lamp turned around. Shen Yirong stared at Song Yin’s face. Her frown deepened, and her voice was cold. “A demon cultivator.”

Now Shen Shuci was completely flustered. She flew in front of Shen Yirong, trying to awaken her memory. “Don’t you remember? You should know her.”

Shen Yirong’s eyes were cold. “I don’t know her.”

Shen Shuci was on the verge of collapse. What kind of amnesia-on-again-off-again drama is this? This is not how you play the game!

She had already prepared herself to form a family of three with the Host and Song Yin. Why did it have to be like this?

Shen Shuci preferred a beautiful ending. She quickly said, “Song Yin, she’s your disciple, and your most important person. You two have been through a lot of things.”

Shen Yirong seemed shocked by this news. At the same time, some memory seemed about to break through.

She held her head, thinking, wanting to look at the person lying on the bed, but her view was blocked by Shen Shuci.

In her mental confusion, she directly interrupted Shen Shuci’s chatter. “Stop.”

Shen Shuci obediently stopped. She looked at Shen Yirong expectantly, hoping the other person would remember.

But things wouldn’t go the way she expected. Shen Yirong sneered. “How could my disciple be a demon cultivator? If she really is my disciple, I should cleanse the sect right now.”

With that, Shen Yirong tried to float out of the lamp again, but feeling the threat of her soul being scattered, she retreated back inside.

“Hmph. It is inconvenient today. I will cleanse her later.”

Shen Shuci was speechless. “If you kill her, you will regret it.”

Shen Yirong sneered. “Taking sides against me? What, do you want a new mother?”

Shen Shuci couldn’t help but mutter, “You haven’t agreed to be my mother yet.”

Shen Yirong ignored her. She had indeed forgotten many things. She didn’t remember why she cultivated the Emotionless Dao. She tried to recall it but failed.

Shen Shuci was also rummaging through her memory bank. Shen Yirong’s memory was still safely stored there, not lost.

So why was this happening now?

Shen Shuci thought she was smart enough, but she kept encountering things she couldn’t understand.

The Shen Yirong in the lamp was much calmer than her. She sat down calmly and started asking, “Where is Yun Huiming? If you can contact her, ask her to come and rescue me.”

Shen Shuci froze.

Seeing Shen Shuci not answering, Shen Yirong felt a bad premonition. “What’s wrong?”

Shen Shuci gave a wry smile. “Host, she’s busy dating.”

Shen Yirong’s expression softened. “I see.”

But her frown deepened, and she finally managed to blurt out, “Master-disciple romance? That’s a bit…”

Shen Yirong felt genuinely uncomfortable with this. She couldn’t understand why these two people, who seemed perfectly fine, had started a sadomasochistic relationship.

Of course, all the ‘sadism’ was due to the constraints of the Emotionless Dao.

Shen Yirong gritted her teeth. “That person really… to lay hands on her own disciple. Tsk! Scum.”

After saying that, she looked up, wanting to check the room’s furnishings, but the first thing that caught her eye was Shen Shuci’s speechless face.

Although this ‘face’ had no features, Shen Yirong clearly sensed the emotion of speechlessness. She frowned and asked, “What is wrong with you? Was there anything wrong with what I said?”

Shen Shuci had a recording function. She highlighted this moment’s memory, intending to show it to Shen Yirong after she recovered her memory.

Shen Yirong constantly felt a chill. She began to examine the surrounding decor.

This place seemed to be a secluded cultivation cave. Judging by the furnishings, this demon cultivator seemed quite wealthy.

The light in Shen Yirong’s eyes grew brighter. She started harassing the deep-in-thought Shen Shuci again. “Where is my body?”

“In a coffin.” Shen Shuci replied casually.

She was still wondering why her Host seemed to have reverted to that state of hating demons.

Shen Shuci was thinking. According to the Host’s earlier statement, the person impersonating her seemed to want the Host and Song Yin to fight and kill each other.

Now, the Host wakes up from a nap and returns to the state where she hated demon cultivators the most.

Could it be?

Right, the lamp. Is there something wrong with the lamp?

Shen Shuci felt her guess was correct. She immediately wanted to check the lamp, but when she came back to her senses, she found Shen Yirong staring at her.

The Host, who repeatedly lost and intermittently regained some memories, asked with concern, “Why do you look so preoccupied?”

Shen Shuci didn’t have a ‘face’ now, but being cared for by the Host was still a happy thing.

Because she suspected the lamp was problematic, she didn’t dare to say too much, after all, the lamp had consciousness.

Thinking carefully, the current situation was not good.

What would Song Yin’s reaction be if she woke up and saw the Host like this?

She would definitely lock the Host up, right?

But the current Host hated demon cultivators so much that she would definitely refuse to be with Song Yin.

They would fight, right? They definitely would fight, wouldn’t they?

If she could contact the Will of Heaven right now, Shen Yirong would definitely scold It severely.

What kind of ridiculous plot is this!

Shen Shuci felt the burden on her shoulders was heavy. She wondered if she should secretly hide the Host’s soul first so Song Yin wouldn’t see it.

But Song Yin would go crazy if she couldn’t find the Host, right?

Shen Shuci was stuck in a dilemma.

Seeing that Shen Yirong was completely ignoring her, and also thinking that this person was actually speaking up for a demon cultivator, she instantly felt displeased.

So, she immediately turned cold, and despite the pain in her soul body, she drilled out of the lamp.

Shen Shuci nearly collapsed when she saw this. She quickly shielded Shen Yirong, asking anxiously, “Host, what are you trying to do?”

Shen Yirong was even more angry when she saw her like this. “What benefit did she give you that makes you protect her so much?”

Shen Shuci felt utterly wronged. How did it feel like her attitude and the Host’s were reversed?

“Host, you can’t kill her!”

Look at that biased loyalty. Shen Yirong didn’t understand what had happened.

But she was a little angry. She snorted coldly. “I think you’ve been bewitched by this demon cultivator!”

Shen Shuci: “…”

This is hilarious, but she couldn’t laugh.

Shen Yirong’s soul was very powerful, and she couldn’t stop her at all.

Watching the other person reach Song Yin’s bedside, staring coldly at the sleeping figure on the bed.

Shen Shuci was terrified. She shouted, “Host, you mustn’t!”

But when Shen Yirong floated in front of Song Yin, she didn’t strike.

The coldness on her face slowly faded, replaced by confusion.

Shen Shuci said in surprise, “Did you remember anything?”

Shen Yirong shook her head. She looked at the person sleeping on the bed but couldn’t find any memory of her.

But why did her heart beat faster when looking at this person’s face?

No. This is a demon cultivator.

Shen Yirong’s face turned cold again. She tried to summon wind, and seeing that it was effective, she let out a cold laugh.

Shen Shuci immediately became nervous. She wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

So, she could only watch helplessly as the wind rushed towards Song Yin’s chest.

And then pulled the quilt up for Song Yin.

Shen Shuci almost fell from the air. She quickly stabilized herself, then heard her Host quietly and coldly say, “I disdain killing someone who is defenseless.”

Shen Shuci suppressed the urge to roll her eyes.

If you don’t want to kill her, then don’t. Why make excuses?

Shen Yirong didn’t feel awkward at all. She floated around Song Yin, a strange emotion always welling up in her heart as she looked at the other person’s sleeping face.

What a powerful demonic spell. It can actually affect my mind.

Shen Yirong felt her cultivation was still insufficient. So, she widened her eyes and stared intently at Song Yin’s face, trying to overcome this temptation.

But the longer she looked, the more turbulent her heart became.

Shen Yirong floated far away, as if she had seen a monstrous flood.

She couldn’t restrain her emotions, letting out a cold snort. “Impressive tactics.”

After saying that, she darted back into the lamp, leaving Shen Shuci utterly bewildered in the wind.

It seems I worried too much.