Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Elopement – System Reappears, Sowing Discord

Shen Yirong couldn’t sleep, but as a soul body, she couldn’t cultivate either, so she floated out of the lamp again.

As soon as her body was halfway out, Shen Shuci, who was nearby, rushed forward to stop her. She flew to the top of Shen Yirong’s head, pressing down on it and shouting, “Host, you can’t come out!”

Shen Shuci couldn’t control her at all.

However, Shen Yirong didn’t want to use violence against Shen Shuci. She feigned a sigh. “I understand.”

Shen Shuci let out a huge sigh of relief. As soon as she let go, she felt waves of drowsiness wash over her. She looked at Shen Yirong in disbelief. “Host, you—”

Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, she entered sleep mode.

A gentle breeze lifted the falling Shen Shuci from the air. Shen Yirong carefully set her down.

Shen Shuci’s attitude made her a bit uncomfortable. After all, in her current memory, Shen Shuci rarely contradicted her for the sake of others.

What is the background of this Song Yin? Could she really be her disciple? Would she accept a demon cultivator as a disciple?

Shen Yirong felt this was impossible, yet she also felt that Shen Shuci wouldn’t deceive her.

Shen Yirong shook her head to clear her mind. The most urgent matter now was to retrieve her body. Being only a soul body made her vulnerable.

She endured the pain to slip out of the lantern and then tried to fly outward, only to crash into the cultivation cave’s barrier.

The barrier reacted strongly to the soul. Ripples spread out after Shen Yirong hit it.

Shen Yirong wasn’t alarmed. She slowly turned around and found that the person on the bed had woken up.

She could sense that Song Yin was powerful, likely the strongest person she had encountered on her cultivation path.

Shen Yirong slightly raised her chin. She let out a cold snort. “Insignificant one, why do you imprison this Venerable?”

Song Yin’s eyes flickered. The deep, dark eyes were tinged with specks of anger.

A pressure permeated the room, yet it skillfully avoided Shen Yirong’s soul.

This protection stunned Shen Yirong, who had prepared for battle. Her eyes were full of confusion. “Why protect this Venerable?”

Song Yin’s eyes slowly turned crimson. Vines of the same color slowly climbed up to her chin. The Inner Demon was raging again, but Song Yin now had a way to control it.

Shen Yirong watched Song Yin forcefully resist the Inner Demon. A hint of admiration grew in her eyes.

This person’s temperament and talent were both outstanding. If she had seen her, she would indeed have considered taking her as a disciple.

Under Shen Yirong’s admiring gaze, Song Yin slowly straightened her somewhat messy clothes. She walked up to Shen Yirong, a smile blossoming on her cold face. “It is only right for a disciple to protect their Master.”

Shen Yirong looked at the moving Song Yin. She wanted to angrily denounce the other person for being shameless, but the words wouldn’t come out. Furthermore, a feeling of goodwill uncontrollably arose in her heart.

What a formidable demonic spell!

Shen Yirong took a step back. She scrutinized Song Yin, trying to find evidence that the other person was lying, but the more she looked, the more she felt…

This person is quite good-looking.

Shen Yirong believed she wasn’t shallow, so this must be the evil technique used by the person in front of her.

Hmph. Daring to use an evil technique in front of the Sword Venerable. This person must be very proud of this technique.

She must break this technique and let this person know that the Sword Venerable is not to be trifled with.

Shen Yirong let out a cold snort. “You say you are this Venerable’s disciple. Then, do you know this Venerable’s swordsmanship?”

The swordsmanship Shen Yirong used was self-created, and no one in this world had ever made her use all her sword moves, so some stances were unknown to the world.

If she had a disciple, she would definitely teach everything she knew. So, she lifted her head and watched.

Song Yin suddenly chuckled softly.

Shen Yirong had already figured out that this demon cultivator was only around four hundred years old. In the current Shen Yirong’s eyes, this was clearly a junior. Juniors were usually very respectful in front of her.

But Song Yin’s attitude was strange. She claimed to be her disciple, yet there was very little distance in her words.

Shen Yirong thought Song Yin was mocking her, so she frowned. “Is this Venerable’s question funny?”

Song Yin slowly stopped smiling. Perhaps this was karma. She also used to refer to herself as “this Venerable” before she recognized her Master.

But even this current Master was good.

Shen Yirong felt a tingling scalp from Song Yin’s intense gaze, but the strange thing was that she was quite willing to be looked at like this, and even felt a strange happiness as a result.

Such a bizarre demonic spell! I’ve met my match.

Shen Yirong looked at Song Yin with increasing seriousness.

A sword light flashed, then landed in Song Yin’s hand. It was a very ordinary sword, but the tassel on the hilt was in the style of the Tai’an Sect.

Song Yin affectionately stroked the sword body. The long sword hummed softly from her touch. Song Yin’s expression turned serious.

Shen Yirong’s pupils subtly trembled. Judging by this opening stance, this demon cultivator had actually reached the state of Man and Sword as One.

Temporarily suppressing the excitement in her heart, Shen Yirong kept reminding herself that this person was a demon cultivator, and a highly skilled one at that.

With her emotions settled, Shen Yirong scrutinized the Song Yin before her, waiting to expose the demon cultivator.

This secluded cultivation room was quite small, yet Song Yin managed to control her sword momentum. She performed one move after another, completing all eleven stances of the Sword Venerable’s self-created Clear Wind Eleven Swords, without damaging anything in the room.

Shen Yirong was very surprised. This person’s talent in the way of the sword was the strongest she had ever witnessed. If this person truly were her disciple, she would probably be delighted and unable to sleep for three days and three nights, then empty her coffers to shower her with the best things.

Unfortunately, this person was a liar, because there was one last move the other person hadn’t performed.

A strange emotion arose in Shen Yirong. Her reason told her that the person before her was a powerful and dangerous demon cultivator, yet her heart wished that this person named Song Yin really was her disciple.

Shen Yirong felt her reason and emotion fiercely tearing at each other again. She had never encountered such a confusing situation.

Hmph! The demon’s tactics are formidable.

In the end, reason prevailed over emotion. Shen Yirong coldly mocked, “The sword is flawed. You are not my disciple.”

Song Yin looked at the other person’s serious and earnest expression. She couldn’t help but quietly manipulate the recording stone on the table. The recording stone quietly activated.

But her little action displeased Shen Yirong, so a gust of clear wind bound her. Out of respect for Song Yin’s terrifying strength, the wind rope was tied quite tightly.

Song Yin did not resist at all. Her fair face even flushed slightly. She just looked at Shen Yirong, with no fear of being bound in her eyes.

Shen Yirong’s admiration grew further. Although this person was a demon cultivator, her courage and strength were worthy of respect.

Respect was one thing, but Shen Yirong didn’t forget what she needed to do. She sneered. The wind rope, manipulated by her, pulled forward, bringing Song Yin right in front of her.

Shen Yirong originally intended to use the wind to choke the other person’s neck as a threat, but seeing that face, her heart clamored with reluctance. She subconsciously changed her action, turning the choking into a grip on the chin.

But as she pinched the chin of this hateful demon cultivator, Shen Yirong couldn’t control her wildly beating heart. The intended threatening action seemed to have turned into ambiguous flirting.

This was the first time Shen Yirong had encountered such a terrifying demonic spell. She desperately wanted to resist, but the movements of her hand became gentle instead.

She leaned closer to Song Yin and said fiercely, “If you want to live, lead this Venerable away from here.”

The extreme closeness allowed Shen Yirong to clearly see every detail on Song Yin’s face.

She seemed to see… indulgence in those eyes?

And also…

Such long eyelashes.

Wait, Shen Yirong, what are you looking at?

What a terrifying demonic spell!

Shen Yirong’s eyes carried a hint of wariness. Seeing that Song Yin was unmoved, she was about to tighten the wind rope again.

“Alright.”

Shen Yirong was surprised that she conceded so easily. She could sense that this person’s cultivation was not below her own. Could it be a trap?

Shen Yirong’s expression grew more serious. A strong wind suddenly swept through the room. The wind chimes hanging in the room rang out urgently. Song Yin’s black hair flew around her.

The demon cultivator who claimed to be her disciple was in the center of the storm, smiling amidst her increasing pressure, with only her reflection in those eyes.

Shen Yirong felt that the sight of the other person’s flying hair was very familiar, but she couldn’t remember where.

She couldn’t muster any killing intent towards the person before her, so she withdrew her technique.

Driven by an unknown emotion in her heart, Shen Yirong removed the wind rope. She looked at Song Yin. “Now, lead the way for this Venerable.”

Song Yin caressed the area where the wind rope had bound her. She took another step forward, the distance so close that their noses were nearly touching.

Shen Yirong was startled by the intense possessiveness in her eyes, followed by a rush of panic. She felt as though the other person was about to kiss her the next second.

This realization should have disgusted her, but it didn’t. She even let her gaze drop to Song Yin’s lips.

They look very kissable.

An absurd thought surfaced. Shen Yirong was slightly annoyed.

She found that she couldn’t control her thoughts. She constantly wanted to get closer to this person who claimed to be her disciple, closer and closer, until there was no distance between them.

Shen Yirong closed her eyes and silently recited the Cleansing Heart Mantra.

“Master, does it hurt?”

…The Cleansing Heart Mantra was recited in vain.

Of course, Shen Yirong hurt. As soon as she woke up, she realized something was wrong. Her soul was like a piece of paper that had been torn and then glued back together, full of tiny cracks.

Such a soul, exposed nakedly to the world, had every crack screaming in pain.

Shen Yirong didn’t show anything on her face, but despite her endurance, she was still seen through.

Song Yin didn’t give her a chance to answer. She pulled out a palm-sized wooden puppet from her spatial ring. The puppet looked exactly like Shen Shuci.

“Master can stay in this puppet for now.”

Shen Yirong looked at the puppet with disdain. Truthfully, the item was exquisite, so much so that even the mole’s position was identical.

But the clothing on the puppet was excessively gaudy.

Why is the outfit red, dressed up like a bride? Even if the clothes were red, the doll’s hairstyle was wrong. It was too intricate, and it wore a golden phoenix coronet.

Shen Yirong usually only wore green or white Daoist robes, and a straw hat on her head. She never dressed like this.

Shen Yirong sneered and refused. “Who says I’m in pain? Stop your speculation.”

Song Yin’s hand, holding the puppet, suddenly clenched. Shen Yirong secretly became vigilant.

Just when she thought Song Yin was finally going to drop her gentle facade, Song Yin merely whispered, “Does Master dislike me very much?”

Shen Yirong felt like laughing when she heard that, but the other person’s tone was so pitiful, like a whimpering puppy that had been abandoned.

A pitiful demon cultivator was still a demon cultivator. Shen Yirong wouldn’t be soft-hearted.

But the next second, she seemed to see tears rolling down Song Yin’s face.

Shen Yirong flew out of the secluded cultivation cave with Song Yin. She was a loyal person and didn’t forget the sleeping Shen Shuci before leaving.

She carried Shen Shuci with the wind, while feeling very troubled by the red clothes on her body.

How did she become soft-hearted? Shouldn’t she have laughed more excitedly when an enemy cried?

Shen Yirong attributed all this to Song Yin’s overwhelming demonic spell, but there was one more thing that confused her greatly: Song Yin seemed to understand her exceptionally well.

The way she spoke and acted was exactly how Shen Yirong liked it, and whatever Shen Yirong did felt as though she was being completely seen through.

Shen Yirong noticed her emotions were becoming abnormal again and quickly stopped thinking about it.

She looked at the surrounding scenery. Although it differed slightly from her memory, she still recognized it as the Demon Palace.

However, the Demon Palace before her looked much emptier than in her memory. The Demon Palace should be a very bustling place.

To prevent herself from succumbing to Song Yin’s demonic spell, Shen Yirong remained silent the entire way, only using her spiritual sense to perceive everything in the Demon Palace.

But this perception raised many questions. For example, she didn’t recognize some high-level demon cultivators in the Demon Palace. Furthermore, she found Yao Ling, as well as Sect Master Liu and Valley Master Bai.

Why were these people openly staying in the Demon Palace?

Shen Yirong became increasingly confused about the situation before her. Her memory was already chaotic. If she thought carefully, she would find that many memories were not coherent.

She had just woken up and couldn’t understand any of this, but she felt as though she had experienced this sense of disorientation once before.

“What are you thinking about?” Song Yin’s voice rang out gently. Even without looking, she knew the other person was smiling.

Shen Yirong felt the gentle breeze. Although she didn’t want to admit it, Song Yin’s voice did calm her agitated heart.

Shen Yirong said indifferently, “Nothing.”

The wooden puppet was very special, capable of fully expressing the emotions of the soul inhabiting it. So, in Song Yin’s eyes, Shen Yirong was a doll with furrowed, pouting eyebrows.

She wanted to record it with the recording stone again. Unfortunately, as soon as her hand entered her spatial ring, Shen Yirong’s sharp gaze shot over.

Song Yin was afraid of irritating her, so she reluctantly withdrew her hand. Just as she was about to close the spatial ring, Shen Yirong’s puppet flew close.

Song Yin felt a force press upon her. She obediently didn’t resist.

Because of this, the spatial ring didn’t fully close. Shen Yirong sat on Song Yin’s outstretched hand. “What trick are you trying to pull now?”

Song Yin’s expression was innocent.

Shen Yirong didn’t believe her. This person was the most troublesome figure she had encountered on her cultivation journey, yet she couldn’t muster any killing intent.

It was as if she couldn’t bear to.

What kind of demonic spell was this person using? It’s terrifying.

Shen Yirong’s expression changed a few times. “Hmph.”

She flew toward the spatial ring that hadn’t fully closed, then poked her head inside.

She originally thought she would see many magical artifacts and talismans, but what she saw were mountains of high-grade spirit stones piled up.

Shen Yirong was dazzled. She almost lost control of her errant expressions, then she started frantically reciting the Cleansing Heart Mantra.

She forced her gaze away and asked through gritted teeth, “With cultivation as high as yours, why carry so many spirit stones? Vulgar.”

An air of sourness permeated the space.

At this moment, Shen Yirong was the fox who couldn’t reach the grapes. As the Sword Venerable, she maintained her integrity and helped close the spatial ring.

Song Yin still smiled slightly. “I can’t help it. My Dao Companion likes them.”

Shen Yirong didn’t expect to be fed a spoonful of public display of affection even here. It caught her completely off guard, shocking her old waist.

Who is it? What great fortune.

Shen Yirong felt a blockage in her heart. She coldly released Song Yin from her self-imposed restraint.

But when she looked down, she found a crack had appeared on the puppet’s right hand.

“You can’t use spiritual energy frequently,” Song Yin reminded her.

Shen Yirong understood, of course. She looked at her wooden fingers. The material of this puppet was excellent, allowing her to unleash her original strength.

But it was probably good for only one more use.

Shen Yirong felt a little frustrated. Although she had experienced many things since transmigrating to this world, her cultivation journey had always been smooth sailing.

This feeling of being unable to fully unleash her original strength was truly awful.

Therefore, Shen Yirong became more desperate to retrieve her body. She urged Song Yin, “Hurry up and go.”

Song Yin reached out and tucked her into her sleeve, then put the floating Shen Shuci into the other sleeve.

Shen Yirong watched the scenery outside change rapidly from inside the sleeve. Her spiritual sense had not been withdrawn, which allowed her to hear someone calling Yao Ling “Protector Yao.”

She also heard Liu Qianfeng and Bai Yuzan talking worriedly about giving a wedding gift.

What wedding gift? Did Senior Sister Mei and Elder Yun finally achieve a good result?

Then she had to prepare one too.

Song Yin flew very fast, and they soon flew out of the Demon Palace.

Shen Yirong poked her head out to look at the scenery below. Seeing the vibrant life here, Shen Yirong couldn’t help but be captivated.

If she remembered correctly, the Southern Territory should have been very chaotic.

However, she soon realized that Song Yin was heading in the wrong direction.

Just as she was about to scold her, Song Yin stopped.

She landed with Shen Yirong in a patch of grass. The grass here grew very lushly, but beneath the dense grass were buried many white bones.

Shen Yirong looked at the rusted, broken armor and weapons. She frowned. “A battlefield? Why bring me here?”

Battlefields were the easiest places for vengeful spirits to emerge, but there was no sign of ghost energy here. Clearly, it had been purified.

Song Yin’s eyes held a hint of nostalgia. She softly said, “Does Master still remember? We fought here once.”

Shen Yirong was anxious to find her body. She was a little impatient. “I don’t remember. Don’t do these meaningless things.”

After saying that, she realized Song Yin’s expression was wrong, so she stopped and looked carefully at the surroundings.

Looking closely, a few fragments indeed flashed in her mind.

She remembered being here. Song Yin seemed to have bitten her neck, planting the Cauldron Seal on her.

Shen Yirong’s face instantly darkened. “I seem to have some memory of it.”

Song Yin’s eyes widened slightly. She asked happily, “How much does Master remember?”

This person dares to smile!

Shen Yirong touched her neck. With a whoosh, she flew out of Song Yin’s sleeve and bit Song Yin’s neck.

The puppet’s mouth could open and close, so Song Yin genuinely felt pain, but she didn’t move.

After venting, Shen Yirong released her mouth. She noticed that the spot she bit was already red. The other person’s skin bruised easily.

This red mark on the side of the neck seemed somewhat intimate.

Shen Yirong hadn’t expected herself to do something like this. According to normal thinking, her retaliation should have been to cut off the person’s head with a sword.

Unable to figure out why, Shen Yirong again blamed the demonic spell.

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but let out a “tsk,” but she also felt renewed enthusiasm. Breaking such a powerful demonic spell would surely be an accomplishment.

But she remembered a new problem. In that memory fragment, she became the other person’s cauldron. Didn’t that mean they…

Shen Yirong covered her mouth and stepped back repeatedly.

Shen Yirong panicked. She tried desperately to recall other memories, but no matter how hard she tried, no new memories emerged.

Shen Yirong was furious. She stared at Song Yin, her eyes growing colder.

At the same time, a voice began to ring in her mind.

“Yes, she is the enemy who bullied you and deceived you. She brought you here to humiliate you.”

Shen Yirong was very familiar with this voice. Before she named the System, the System’s voice was this cold, mechanical female voice.

Of course, the current Shen Shuci also had this voice, but the emotions in her speech were abundant, so the mechanical feel was mostly diluted.

Shen Yirong looked towards the sleeve where Shen Shuci was.

“Shen Shuci betrayed you long ago and became Song Yin’s accomplice. Haven’t you noticed?”

Shen Yirong temporarily ignored this voice. She first carefully examined her soul and found that her soul carried Song Yin’s scent.

This discovery made her silent for a while.

The voice continued to swirl in her mind.

“Look, I was right. Host, after recovering your body, kill Song Yin. She hates this world, and she hates you.”

Shen Yirong’s fists clenched tighter and tighter. She calmed down before asking, Who are you?

The mechanical female voice sounded again: I am your new System.

Shen Yirong’s eyes held confusion. She looked at Song Yin’s face, which was full of concern for her.

Being looked at like this, Shen Yirong had the misconception that she was someone very important to Song Yin.

The voice in her mind continued to warn her.

Song Yin asked her, “You look very pale. What’s wrong?”

Compared to the voice in her head, the Song Yin before her seemed overly gentle.

Shen Yirong almost blurted out what was happening. She forced herself to hold back. “Nothing. I’ve looked at it. Let’s keep going.”

Song Yin wasn’t disappointed. She summoned her sword and carried Shen Yirong into the air. This time, the direction was correct.

Shen Yirong became quieter. She stayed in Song Yin’s sleeve, unwilling to come out, and let the voice in her head speak.

Shen Yirong occasionally responded.

She carefully checked her soul again.

Her cultivation hadn’t weakened; instead, it had increased somewhat.

A cauldron should clearly be used as a consumable.

“Host, do you have any other doubts?”

Shen Yirong looked at the fiery red clothes on her body. Although they were puppet clothes, they were also exquisitely made.

This time, Shen Yirong didn’t ignore the System that had suddenly appeared.

She shook her head: No doubts. I know what to do without you telling me.

After receiving her answer, the System fell silent.

The annoying voice disappeared, but Shen Yirong’s contemplation didn’t stop.

Just as the System said, this Song Yin was not a benevolent person.

She was powerful, highly intelligent, gentle in nature, good-looking, and spoke nicely.

Wait, Shen Yirong realized her focus was skewed again.

In any case, this Song Yin was a dangerous person, and the System might have a point.

Shen Yirong peeked out and saw Song Yin’s lips curling upward, lost in some fantasy.

That smile is so silly.

Shen Yirong seemed to have seen this kind of smile somewhere. After much thought, she finally retrieved the memory.

Elder Yun also occasionally showed that kind of foolish smile.

This person didn’t seem much like the villain the System described, the one who bullied the cultivation world based on high cultivation.

Shen Yirong fell into contemplation.