Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Forever By Your Side

Song Yin re-opened the closed space and resumed her flight on her sword. She watched the white clouds drift past. The sun was perfect, everything was just right.

The world seemed very peaceful.

To be honest, Song Yin was quite surprised. She asked, slightly teasingly, “You actually care about me.”

Shen Shuci did not hide her lack of sentimentality. “If you weren’t here, the Host would be sad.”

Song Yin knew this person wouldn’t care about her without a reason. She accelerated her speed on the sword. The sudden acceleration almost flung Shen Shuci away.

Shen Shuci clung precariously to Song Yin’s shoulder, fluttering in the wind like a kite, her curses interrupted by the gusts.

“Song! Yin! You bastard!”

Song Yin maintained the speed. She commented, “Too weak. Not as good as Yao Ling.”

Just as Shen Shuci was about to give up, Song Yin slowed down. Shen Shuci dizzyingly burrowed into Song Yin’s sleeve.

Inside the sleeve, Shen Yirong was sleeping. Shen Shuci, who was about to start cursing again, quieted down.

To prevent eavesdropping, she communicated with Song Yin via voice transmission.

“What exactly have you discovered?”

Song Yin: Do you think fate can be changed?

Answering evasively, Shen Shuci was exasperated, but she still answered honestly: “Yes. Didn’t Yun Huiming change her fate to what she desired?”

But looking at the sleeping Shen Yirong, Shen Shuci grew melancholic: But for the Host, fate seems unchangeable.

A body made of wood naturally had neither breath nor warmth. Shen Shuci’s gaze towards the Host was filled only with heartache.

Song Yin knew everything about her Master. Knowing it made her understand why those people were desperately trying to stop her Master from recovering her memory.

The Master had lived too long, so long that the people around her left her one by one, turning into low graves.

She was lucky to have met a group of wonderful people in a terrible world.

Precisely because the people she met were so wonderful, she was also unfortunate.

The living would become the tomb of the deceased.

Shen Shuci worried: I have a feeling the Host will eventually recover all her memories. I’m afraid she will break down again.

Song Yin: “She won’t, because I’m here.”

Song Yin said it lightly, but with her words, Shen Shuci’s heart settled down a lot.

After a moment, Shen Shuci asked anxiously: Do you think I’m human now?

Anxiety about the future can make a person become emotionally volatile. The current Shen Shuci was exactly like this.

Song Yin loved the house for the sake of the owner, so she was more partial to Shen Shuci: “Of course. Now, have a good sleep. With me here, you don’t need to worry about anything.”

Shen Shuci let out a laugh, which sounded a little choked: Okay.

Entering sleep mode was instantaneous. All things seemed to sleep alongside Shen Shuci.

Song Yin’s eyes slowly turned frosty. She watched the bird in the sky suddenly stop flapping its wings and fall from the center of the crimson sunset, then abruptly vanish in mid-air.

The Inner Demon’s voice rang out again: “You woke me up just to watch this?”

Song Yin’s voice was as sharp as a winter wind: “Do you have a complaint?”

The Inner Demon quickly suppressed its slight annoyance. It said bitterly: “How dare I? You’ve been able to control me for a long time, haven’t you?”

Seeing that the Inner Demon was cooperative, Song Yin didn’t push it further.

The setting sun in the sky suddenly doubled, and then in the blink of an eye, the two suns overlapped. The previous anomaly seemed to be her illusion.

But Song Yin knew it wasn’t an illusion.

The Inner Demon also clearly saw the anomaly. It gasped softly: “What’s going on?”

Song Yin didn’t explain, but she frowned deeply, then said in a commanding tone: “Next, you have to help me.”

The Inner Demon felt somewhat speechless. It wasn’t sure how it ended up like this. If it had known, it shouldn’t have taken control of Song Yin’s body back then. It should have stayed hidden in some corner as before, only causing trouble for Song Yin when the mood struck.

But now, it was too late. Song Yin had completely controlled it.

The Inner Demon was helpless: “What do you want me to do? A reminder: I only have energy for mischief. I might not be so good at doing good deeds.”

Under the setting sun, Song Yin’s lips curved slightly. “I know.”

Shen Yirong had gotten used to dreaming. Although she didn’t know why she had this thought, Shen Yirong was not at all surprised to find herself here.

The teacher held a piece of chalk and rapidly wrote the four characters for “Biological Invasion” on the blackboard. She turned around and accurately threw the chalk head at her deskmate’s head, abruptly ending his deep sleep.

Shen Yirong felt nostalgic but also amused. Seeing the teacher’s eyes starting to focus on her, she quickly sat up straight.

After a grating metallic sound, the teacher blew into the microphone. “So, what is a biological invader?”

Seeing the teacher’s eyes fall onto the textbook on the podium, Shen Yirong breathed a sigh of relief.

Her deskmate groggily opened his textbook, but still wasn’t listening carefully. He just flipped to the correct page and doodled in the book with a pen.

Shen Yirong had almost forgotten these memories. Dreaming about them now felt somewhat nostalgic, yet also very unfamiliar.

She looked at the textbook talking about rabbits in Australia, and things like Mikania micrantha.

She became absorbed in reading. When she came back to her senses, the bell for class dismissal rang.

There was a ping-pong table outside the teaching building. The moment the bell rang, a crowd of people rushed downstairs. Shen Yirong watched them from the third floor. The crowd was bustling, but she couldn’t seem to integrate into this lively world.

So she returned to her seat, opened her textbook, and looked at the small black characters in the blue box on the page.

Rabbits?

Shen Yirong spaced out, thinking about what a rabbit looked like. But as she thought, the rabbit in her mind changed into Song Yin’s appearance. The other person had a pair of rabbit ears and was bowing her head in front of her.

The fluffy rabbit ears were right in front of her. She could reach out and touch them.

Shen Yirong felt she had experienced this before. That time, she seemed not to have touched them.

“Do you want to touch them?” Song Yin’s voice held an implicit temptation.

Since she was in a dream, could she be a little more unrestrained?

Shen Yirong raised her hand towards the pair of ears. She imagined the expected texture, but the feeling changed when she touched it.

What she grasped was cold rainwater. The water slipped from her palm and ran down her arm, the cold bringing a shudder.

A smell of blood and earth. Her chest hurt terribly. Her vision was blurry.

Someone seemed to be standing beside her, carrying an undeniable orchid fragrance.

The person asked her coldly, “Do you have any last words?”

Shen Yirong heard it clearly. It was Song Yin’s voice. She realized she was dreaming of the moment before her death.

This time, Shen Yirong didn’t move. She sneered, “It’s just a dream.”

She took a deep breath, ignoring the risk of choking on the rainwater, and sneered, “Of course I do.”

The “Song Yin” hadn’t expected such a reply. She pressed the tip of her sword near Shen Yirong’s neck, seemingly intending to pierce Shen Yirong’s throat.

“Song Yin” said: “Master, we shouldn’t have reached this point, but since things have come to this, we can only be enemies.”

Her heart contracted violently. Excessive blood loss also brought an increasingly heavy feeling of dizziness, but the anger was not because she was being harmed.

She was angry that she was being played with. This person wanted to control her.

Shen Yirong mustered her strength and shouted, “Bullshit! Who exactly are you! What is your purpose!”

The impostor was slightly surprised, yet she showed no anger at all for being exposed. Instead, she looked at Shen Yirong with admiration in her eyes. “Truly worthy of being you.”

She withdrew her sword and crouched beside Shen Yirong, asking curiously, “But how did you find me out?”

Shen Yirong tried to break free from the dream’s control, but it was difficult. Any slight movement intensified the pain in her chest.

But she didn’t utter a sound. For the Sword Venerable, this level of pain was within tolerable limits.

Looking at the impostor’s clumsy grip on the sword, Shen Yirong scoffed lightly, “It’s impossible for me to teach a disciple who can’t even hold a sword. My judgment is not that poor.”

“And, your sword stance was off.”

The impostor released the sword. The long sword fell into the mud. The blood on the blade was washed into the mud by the rain.

She wasn’t angry about the insult, even chuckling softly. “The Sword Venerable is as narcissistic as ever.”

The other person was still using Song Yin’s voice. Shen Yirong felt her anger intensify. Subconsciously, she didn’t want to hear the other person speak to her in Song Yin’s voice.

So she yelled angrily, “Shut up! Don’t use her voice!”

The impostor fell silent. “Do you like her that much? Even though your past together was not pleasant.”

Shen Yirong also calmed down. She realized her state seemed to have frozen; she wasn’t dead.

Her vision was still very blurry, but that was good. If she saw the other person wearing Song Yin’s face, she would probably be unable to control her emotions.

The rain also stopped. Shen Yirong took a deep breath and said coldly, “And what about you? Are you so eager to make us kill each other?”

The other person changed her voice. The mechanical female voice carried human emotion. “I just want to put everything back on track.”

“What is ‘on track’ in your eyes?”

The mechanical voice lowered. “Shen Yirong, you are the best person I have ever met.”

Shen Yirong frowned. “You know me?”

The mechanical voice sighed. “If I could, I’d rather not know you.”

Shen Yirong pondered all the people she knew, but her memory had been tampered with, leaving no useful information.

She didn’t want to listen to the other person making small talk. She was constantly looking for a flaw in the dream, but she did so very subtly.

This person seemed addicted to talking, regardless of whether Shen Yirong responded, simply staying by her side and speaking.

“Shen Yirong, how wonderful if you hadn’t come to this world. You’ve messed up everything in this world and ruined the normal fates of many people.”

“But, I actually can’t hate you.”

The mechanical female voice mocked herself: “I actually can’t hate you.”

What is she rambling about? Shen Yirong only felt that this person was inexplicable. She hadn’t done anything bad since coming to this world.

Shen Yirong didn’t want to hear a single word. If what Song Yin told her was true, then she was truly unlucky, suffering this random disaster without rhyme or reason.

Villains truly die from talking too much. Shen Yirong finally found her connection to the dream.

The pain in her chest was slowly disappearing. Shen Yirong’s vision was also becoming clearer. She clearly saw the “Song Yin’s” mournful face, then asked expressionlessly, “Tell me the reason for your actions. Perhaps I can help you.”

The impostor only shook her head. She closed her eyes and smiled bitterly: “You wouldn’t. You would only use your sword to cut off my head.”

Shen Yirong smiled kindly. “How could I? I am a very reasonable person.”

The next second, a strong wind arose in the dream. The impostor was caught off guard and was pushed to the ground by the wind.

Shen Yirong, in her blood-stained green robes, her black hair flying in the wind, wiped the rainwater from her lips and looked coldly at the fallen impostor.

She clenched her fist and asked politely, “Could you please change your face?”

The impostor smiled bitterly.

Her figure slowly faded, leaving only Shen Yirong standing on the spot.

That was a shame. Shen Yirong had intended to let the other person know the meaning of the Power of the Fist, but she still couldn’t bring herself to strike the face of Song Yin.

But if it had been one second later, Shen Yirong would have disregarded the master-disciple relationship.

She picked up the sword dropped in the mud. The blade reflected her complex eyes.

She sighed, then her expression grew serious, and she sliced open the sky.

The dream slowly shattered. All her senses returned to exhaustion. When she opened her eyes again, Shen Yirong found herself by a bonfire.

The scarlet flames leaped high, dispelling the cold dampness of the dream.

With a pop, a spark flew onto Shen Yirong’s clothes.

Before Shen Yirong could appreciate the warmth of the fire, she was startled and jumped up. She extinguished the spark on her clothes, frowning at the hole burnt into her sleeve.

A rustle sounded in the grass behind her. Shen Yirong turned around to see Song Yin slowly approaching with a kettle of water.

Unlike the coldness in the dream, Song Yin’s lips always held a faint smile.

However, when she saw the hole in Shen Yirong’s cuff, her smile turned to worry.

Song Yin took a few steps and sat down beside Shen Yirong, then skillfully pulled out a needle and thread to mend it. The hole was small to begin with, and after a few stitches, it was invisible.

To make it easier for Song Yin to mend, Shen Yirong floated in mid-air, holding her hand high.

She watched Song Yin’s hands, which fluttered like a butterfly as she made a few stitches. One hand held her sleeve, and the other held the needle. After the last stitch, Song Yin pulled the thread taut, then lowered her head and bit it off.

In the moonlight, the skin on the back of Song Yin’s neck was strikingly pale, more beautiful than any jade Shen Yirong had ever seen.

She quickly turned her head. Fortunately, her current body was a wooden puppet, so her blush wasn’t visible.

What was going on? It was just threading a needle and sewing a hole.

Why was her heart starting to beat faster?

And why bite the thread off? A small spell could have done it. How much more elegant.

Shen Yirong felt the other person was doing it on purpose, but she had no evidence.

After thinking about it, she couldn’t help but despise herself. How could she think so ill of someone?

“You’re awake. Did you dream?”

Song Yin’s soft voice soothed the anxiety in Shen Yirong’s heart. She nodded and looked up at the night sky.

She wondered if she was mistaken, but there seemed to be two moons in the night sky.

She rubbed her eyes. When she opened them again, the moon in the sky was normal.

Shen Yirong stared at the moon for a long time. Only after confirming there was only one did she ask Song Yin, “She can enter dreams.”

Song Yin wasn’t surprised. She opened the kettle and held the spout near Shen Yirong’s mouth. “Want a drink?”

How could a wooden body drink? Shen Yirong was angry. “Are you making fun of me?”

Song Yin took a sip herself, but the simple act of drinking water was done by her as if she were drinking wine.

The water in the kettle flowed down the corner of her mouth. Because she tilted her head back, the water droplets followed the line of her jaw down her neck, finally disappearing into her collar.

Song Yin chuckled lightly, “It’s a shame. The spring water here is very sweet.”

Shen Yirong watched the skin, moistened by the spring water, rise and fall as the other person spoke, with the moonlight falling perfectly upon it.

Was it really that sweet?

Shen Yirong was startled by herself. She quickly averted her gaze and began to question her life.

It was just drinking water. This wasn’t seduction, was it?

Why was she starting to think such nonsense?

With another pop, Shen Yirong was startled awake. She reached out and patted her own face. Wood hitting wood made two thudding sounds. Shen Yirong recited the Cleansing Heart Mantra in frustration.

After reciting it, she was a little disheartened, because this was wrong. She shouldn’t be like this.

This time, Shen Yirong no longer suspected Song Yin of using a demonic spell. She began to doubt her own character.

Frustratedly scratching her head, Shen Yirong gave a dry compliment, “You’re quite nimble-fingered.”

Song Yin hung the kettle on her waist. The simple kettle completely clashed with her exquisite outfit, yet hanging on Song Yin, it somehow seemed elevated.

Shen Yirong still couldn’t resist a stolen glance. Seeing Song Yin smile at her, she quickly withdrew her gaze. “You don’t look like the type to know how to do these things.”

Song Yin didn’t argue. She sat down naturally beside Shen Yirong, watching the firelight. “I used to mend clothes for you often when we were on the mountain, Master.”

A much younger Song Yin suddenly appeared in Shen Yirong’s mind. She was sitting on a stone stool outside the house, diligently mending clothes.

Shen Yirong looked down at her sleeve. She coughed softly, regaining her serious demeanor. “Why stop here? How far is it to Tai’an?”

Song Yin didn’t answer. She opened a spatial rift, then pulled out a jar of wine. Below the mouth of the jar was a clearly visible character “Liu.”

When the character “Liu” appeared, Shen Yirong’s eyes widened. She held back, and held back, but finally couldn’t resist. “It’s not stolen, is it?”

“Master, why would you think that? I don’t lack this little bit of spirit stone.”

Oh, right. This Senior Disciple is very capable.

The suddenly rich Shen Yirong hadn’t changed her mindset yet. Her current body also couldn’t drink, so she could only smile at the wine jar. “Hehe, I can’t help it. It’s all Elder Yun’s fault.”

“Speaking of which, Elder Yun and Senior Sister Mei?”

The topic suddenly jumped to Yun Huiming.

Shen Shuci, hidden in Song Yin’s sleeve, watched her Host being so easily manipulated and couldn’t help but sigh.

Song Yin set the wine jar aside, then pulled out a wine cup from the space. After setting the cup down, she reached into the space and pulled out a bunch of incense?

Song Yin finally pulled out an incense burner.

Shen Yirong looked at this entire set of equipment. She suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Song Yin placed the incense burner in front of Shen Yirong, then skillfully drew out three sticks from the bundle of incense. After lighting them in the fire, Song Yin stuck the incense into the burner.

Next, Song Yin filled the wine cup and poured the wine in front of the incense burner.

Bowing to a ghost?

Wicked disciple!

Shen Yirong angrily wanted to kick the incense burner away, but she actually tasted wine in her mouth.

Song Yin asked with eyes brighter than stars, “Is it tasty?”

It was tasty, but it felt strange.

Shen Yirong looked at the wine cup on the ground. She took the cup with a cold face and thrust it toward Song Yin’s mouth. “You drink too.”

Shen Shuci was startled. She extended her round hand. “Host!”

But she yelled too late. Song Yin plunged down onto the ground with a thump, without a moment’s hesitation.

Shen Yirong hadn’t expected this. She was crushed squarely beneath Song Yin’s falling body.

She struggled to crawl out from under Song Yin, her expression still not having registered what had happened.

She wanted to ask Shen Shuci, but found that the other person had backed away.

Shen Yirong was puzzled. “Why are you backing away?”

As soon as the words fell, Shen Yirong felt herself being grabbed.

The one who grabbed her was naturally Song Yin. The other person rubbed her face against her. “Master, I like you so much.”

Shen Yirong was stunned.

This was clearly drunkenness. She couldn’t use her spells, so she reached out to Shen Shuci for help. “Save me!”

Shen Shuci’s heart softened. She extended a golden thread, trying to pull Shen Yirong out, but the golden thread was casually snatched by Song Yin as soon as it got close.

Shen Shuci froze. After Song Yin casually pulled, the drunken victim count increased by one.

Shen Yirong thought something bad was about to happen and was preparing to fight desperately, but she found that Song Yin made no other move.

The other person simply circled them both in her arms, holding them tightly.

Song Yin called out to her repeatedly, “Master.”

Shen Yirong gave up struggling. She looked at the moon in the sky and sighed, finally letting the other person hold her.

Shen Shuci, however, had escaped. She floated in front of Shen Yirong, trying to pull her out.

“Host, let me rescue you.”

Seeing Song Yin’s voice growing softer, Shen Yirong stopped Shen Shuci. “No need. Just let her be.”

Shen Yirong recalled the events in the dream, her expression very serious. “My memory is still with you, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Shen Yirong was frustrated by the chaotic memories. “Give me the memory.”

Shen Shuci hesitated. “But…”

Shen Yirong, “Trust me. I’ll be fine.”

Looking at the Host’s firm eyes, Shen Shuci’s internal hesitation slowly disappeared. After careful thought, she said, “Okay.”

Shen Yirong breathed a sigh of relief. If that person could even invade her dreams, what kind of technique was being used?

Dream Entering Technique?

But it didn’t seem like it. Using the Dream Entering Technique would make camouflage difficult, let alone impersonating Song Yin directly.

Shen Yirong’s emotions were unsettled.

“Master.”

This one call made Shen Yirong pause. She looked at Song Yin’s face and said softly, “Mm.”

Song Yin was unresponsive again. Shen Yirong shook her head helplessly. “A drunkard’s rambling.”

It took some time for Shen Shuci to retrieve the memory. Shen Yirong calmed herself and waited nearby.

But suddenly, she was hugged even tighter. Song Yin’s breath fell near her ear. Although it was just a wooden puppet body, she sensed a slight tickle.

Shen Yirong couldn’t help but try to push her away, but Song Yin’s eyes curved in a smile. “Don’t be afraid.”

Shen Yirong chuckled. “Afraid? What do I have to be afraid of?”

Song Yin started playing coy again and didn’t speak, which annoyed Shen Yirong enough to want to pluck out all her eyelashes.

Shen Yirong made a motion to pluck them, but looking at the other person’s peacefully sleeping face, she finally lowered her hand.

Song Yin seemed very tired. Forget it.

Looking at the sleeping person, Shen Yirong actually found her somewhat cute.

She knocked on her wooden head. “What are you thinking? How could a demon cultivator with such high cultivation be…”

Cute?

Shen Yirong felt she was beyond saving. She started reciting the Cleansing Heart Mantra again.

She recited the mantra for self-purification, but her heart still palpitated, and Song Yin slept even more soundly.

Had the Cleansing Heart Mantra become a lullaby?

Shen Yirong smiled faintly and shook her head, then saw Song Yin’s lips move slightly, seemingly saying something.

Curious, she leaned in to listen.

Song Yin said, “Master, don’t be afraid. I will always be by your side.”

Shen Yirong froze.

Under the moonlight, she remained silent in Song Yin’s embrace for a long time.

She didn’t want to admit it, but she truly liked it.

Shen Yirong covered her forehead and gave a helpless smile.

Then, a golden light flashed by. Shen Shuci’s voice sounded much more exhausted and weathered.

She held up a small point of light and said excitedly, “Your memory.”