Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Possession – Punish You

The All-Seeing Mirror was the ultimate treasure of the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. In the past, it was enshrined within the pavilion and would never be used unless absolutely necessary.

But that was all a long time ago.

Shen Yirong looked at the All-Seeing Mirror in her hand. She examined the constantly changing scenes in the mirror using the moonlight filtering through the window.

In the mirror, she saw herself right after she had transmigrated.

Her transmigrated self was wearing a white shirt and light blue jeans, holding up a mobile phone to photograph the immortal cranes drinking water at the mountain gate. The cranes were startled and chased her.

“Pfft!”

This embarrassing memory in the mirror made Shen Yirong laugh. Life was too long; many things were no longer important, but she still remembered what she said back then.

She had vowed to mend this chaotic and cruel world and had also declared she would become the best sword cultivator in the world.

The system hadn’t assigned her any tasks; this was merely her own youthful audacity.

Shen Yirong watched the joyful shadow of her past self, seeing how she went from being alone to slowly being surrounded by many people.

She couldn’t watch anymore, so she put the All-Seeing Mirror away.

Currently, she couldn’t cultivate, but the moment she stopped, her mind started racing. Shen Yirong suddenly thought of the starry sky, so she flew to the rooftop.

She sat on the rooftop watching the stars. The Tai’an Sect at night was utterly serene.

As she watched, her gaze drifted towards the peak where Elder Yun resided. It was very lively there; the disciples on the mountain were unwilling to give up any time for cultivation.

Shen Yirong sighed deeply. She continued to look at the stars in the sky. The moonlight tonight was exceptionally bright. Shen Yirong recalled that the moon she saw when she ascended the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion looked similar.

“What are you looking at?”

Shen Yirong was startled to find Song Yin behind her. How could this person appear so suddenly, like a ghost? She hadn’t detected the approach at all. This person’s strength was truly terrifying.

Song Yin seemed to carry a trace of chill, yet it wasn’t winter.

After a moment’s thought, Shen Yirong asked, “Did you go to my tomb chamber?”

Song Yin activated her internal energy to dispel the chill. She sat down obediently beside Shen Yirong. “Yes, I wanted to see how Master was breaking that curse.”

Shen Yirong always carried a sense of appreciation for those eager to learn. She chuckled, her brows reflecting confidence in her own ability.

“My spellcraft and array formations were the best back then. So? Did you see anything?”

Shen Yirong was still in the body of a doll, but maintained the serious demeanor of a Master. Song Yin was willing to play along, so a slight look of distress appeared between her brows. “I couldn’t figure anything out. Master, can you teach me?”

“Since you are my disciple, I naturally won’t hide anything. But are you truly not acting to deceive me?”

Shen Yirong looked at Song Yin’s face full of suspicion. She tried to find any trace of deception on that face, but after searching for a long time, she only found respect and admiration in the other person’s eyes.

Song Yin said proudly, “Of course not. Master’s solution is exquisite. I stayed in the chamber for a long time and still couldn’t understand it.”

This counted as a compliment. Shen Yirong was easily placated. “Hmph, that’s nothing major. Before the world fell, I even used array formations to mend the land and suppress countless demon races.”

Thinking that this was already many years in the future, this claim sounded like bragging.

But her worry seemed unnecessary. The reverence and pride in Song Yin’s eyes only increased. She said genuinely, “Of course. Master is the number one sword in the world.”

This made Shen Yirong feel a little awkward. After all, the first thing she did after waking up was confront Song Yin, yet the other person had such a good temper and wasn’t angry at all.

Shen Yirong coughed twice. “You don’t have to tolerate me like this. You should get angry when you need to be.”

Song Yin just shook her head. “I won’t get angry at Master.”

Shen Yirong was almost moved to tears. She sighed with emotion, “It’s not easy for our Tai’an Sect to still have disciples who respect their Master. But if you’re so gentle, how can you manage the Southern Territory? Those demon cultivators are all unruly people.”

Demon cultivators had such a poor impression in Shen Yirong’s mind that she started worrying about many things.

She couldn’t help but say seriously, “If there are places you can’t manage, call me. Don’t look at Master now, but if anyone dares to bully you, let them see the Sword Venerable’s power.”

Hearing Shen Yirong’s protective words, Song Yin felt the happiness tonight was over the limit.

However, she wasn’t as gentle as she appeared. The possibility of her being bullied didn’t exist.

But Song Yin was happy to play along, so her eyebrows furrowed slightly, a hidden worry on her face. Yet, she said, “Everyone in the Southern Territory is very good. I haven’t suffered any grievances.”

She then avoided eye contact, not daring to look into Shen Yirong’s eyes.

How could Shen Yirong still believe her nonsense? She gritted her teeth. “If you’ve suffered a grievance, say so. This Venerable will stand up for you. I was also gentle like you back then, but all I got in return was being taken advantage of.”

Song Yin took the opportunity to move closer. She hesitated before asking humbly, “Who took advantage of Master?”

Song Yin knew most of Shen Yirong’s past, but she didn’t know who could make her Master endure for so long.

Damn it, she’s not even in Master’s memory.

If these people were still alive, she would find them and kill them all.

Shen Yirong couldn’t hear Song Yin’s thoughts. After interacting with Song Yin for a few days, she categorized this capable Senior Disciple as a soft persimmon—strong in ability, kind-hearted, but with poor alcohol tolerance.

She had suffered many losses and naturally didn’t want Song Yin to follow the same path. But then she thought: Kindness is not a sin; it just requires a price.

Shen Yirong thought for a moment, first sneering, “Don’t worry. Your Master is someone who takes revenge immediately.”

Shen Yirong flew up and sat cross-legged on top of Song Yin’s head. She said with a serious tone, “Master was wrong just now. You don’t need to become sharp. Gentleness is not a mistake. Master will be behind you.”

Song Yin clenched her fists. She was afraid she might do something disrespectful to her Master, but now it seemed that her Master’s anger was short-lived, turning into helpless indulgence after a brief moment of fury.

Having figured this out, Song Yin grabbed the Master on her head and kissed the puppet’s face fiercely.

Shen Yirong hadn’t expected the gentle disciple to have a sudden outburst. She pushed back with her hand and angrily shouted, “Wicked disciple! Stop it immediately!”

Song Yin didn’t kiss her again, but only looked at Shen Yirong with a pair of gentle eyes. “Master, you are so good.”

Shen Yirong was about to scold her, but with this “good person card,” her slight anger completely vanished.

It turned out having an obedient disciple was such a satisfying thing.

But Song Yin was also supposedly her Dao Companion. Her sudden memory loss must be very difficult for the other person, right?

Just a kiss, then. A kiss wouldn’t hurt. Besides, she was temporarily in a puppet; she didn’t even have flesh.

Shen Yirong found countless excuses to defend Song Yin, but still put on a brave front. “Don’t do this suddenly in the future. What kind of behavior is that?”

However, just as Shen Yirong had cautioned before, too much gentleness would lead to people taking advantage. Song Yin was a perfect example.

This clever Demon Venerable heard the implication and asked very seriously, “Then if it’s not sudden, is it acceptable?”

Shen Yirong was tongue-tied. She wasn’t psychologically prepared. She wanted to sternly refuse, maintaining her Master’s dignity, but looking up at the other person’s moonlit eyes, the words that were about to come out were abruptly changed. “Heh, whatever you want.”

Song Yin’s eyes shone brighter than the stars in the sky. In that moment, Shen Yirong felt the other person was about to devour her alive.

Shen Yirong suddenly regretted saying that. Was it still possible to take it back?

But Song Yin gave her no chance to retract. Song Yin, having held back for these few days, launched a strong attack. “Master, can I kiss you now?”

Why did she have to file a request for this kind of thing? Shen Yirong felt even more embarrassed.

But Song Yin’s eyes were full of expectation. If she refused, would those eyes instantly dim?

Shen Yirong didn’t want that to happen. She coughed twice, maintaining her serious appearance. “You may.”

Song Yin realized that the current Master looked very serious, but was still very accommodating. It seemed she was willing to do anything if Song Yin just acted a little spoiled.

Watching her Master nervously look away, presenting a half-profile, she still said ungraciously, “Hurry up, or I’ll change my mind.”

Song Yin’s eyes were filled with amusement. She placed a gentle kiss on Shen Yirong’s cheek, like a feather lightly brushing past, fleeting and brief.

Shen Yirong’s nervousness turned into surprise. She couldn’t help but think: Is that all?

Shen Yirong turned to look at Song Yin. The other person was very proper and put her back on top of her head.

This was the development she had originally wanted, but she felt unsatisfied when it actually happened.

Shen Yirong both condemned herself and also felt she could let go of a little of her reserve.

Finally, she felt that Song Yin seemed to be doing it on purpose. She felt she had encountered a bad woman full of cunning tricks.

No, no, no! How could she think that about her disciple?

Shen Yirong decided this was her own problem and had nothing to do with Song Yin. Even if it did involve Song Yin, it was fine.

The conflicted Shen Yirong realized she had run into a difficult problem. She lay down on top of Song Yin’s head, no longer in the mood to admire the moonlight.

Recalling Yun Huiming’s death, Shen Yirong’s throat began to feel choked. She was actually very afraid of separation. The stronger she became, the longer her life, and the more she lost.

Her memory was particularly good, making it impossible to forget. That’s why she started researching the spell to extract memory.

But now, it seemed this spell had harmed her.

“Master, you can tell me if you feel distressed.”

Song Yin’s voice could always soothe every ripple in her heart. Sometimes Shen Yirong suspected the other person could read minds.

But her heart was indeed heavy now, so she spoke of her troubles under the moonlight. “Elder Yun is dead.”

“Perhaps it’s not just her. Maybe many people died in the memories I lost.”

Shen Yirong rolled over and covered her face with her sleeve, her voice low. “Elder Yun warned me before that trying to grasp everything would only harm myself in the end.”

Shen Yirong curled up. For some reason, she, who was accustomed to being strong, was willing to show her vulnerability to Song Yin, this unfamiliar disciple.

This truly damaged the Master’s dignity, but Shen Yirong just couldn’t help it.

She mocked herself, “Are you very disappointed? The Sword Venerable is not that perfect.”

Song Yin only felt heartache. She had seen her Master’s memory. Becoming the Sword Venerable was not an easy feat. Besides talent, it required a lot of hard work.

The Master in the memories was always smiling. No matter how hard or tired she was, her face wore a smile.

The only time she cried was in the rain.

Song Yin softened her voice. “The Sword Venerable needs to be perfect, but Shen Yirong doesn’t, and Song Yin’s Master doesn’t either.”

“So, the words Master says to me, I can also say: Master can laugh, can cry, and can be imperfect.”

“If you’re tired, look back. I will always be behind you.”

“There’s no need to fear separation either. I am also very strong and will never leave first. We have a long future ahead.”

Shen Yirong felt some of the words were familiar, but she couldn’t think about it that much right now.

Even though it was a body made of wood, she clearly felt her heart beating.

One beat after another, so distinct, making her unsure how to respond.

Finally, the thousands of words in her heart condensed into one, “Thank you.”

Shen Yirong still couldn’t completely break down in front of Song Yin. She felt that the subtle distance between them had shrunk considerably, and she also felt she was being overly self-conscious right now.

She sat up again. “Sorry, I’ve forgotten many things, and I’ve been avoiding it. But from now on, I won’t.”

But Shen Yirong was a little curious. She patted Song Yin’s head. “If I kept avoiding it, what would you do?”

Song Yin’s eyes flickered. “I would wait for you.”

“And if I kept avoiding it forever?”

Song Yin said without hesitation, “Then I would wait for you forever.”

Shen Yirong frowned and lightly reprimanded her. “Don’t be like that.”

Song Yin just smiled, because she had lied. She understood her own persistence.

Shen Yirong’s mood had improved considerably. She needed some alone time to sort out her feelings.

Sighing softly, Shen Yirong tapped Song Yin’s head again. “Go rest first. I’m tired too.”

“Okay,” Song Yin obediently walked into her room.

Shen Yirong floated in the air, watching Song Yin’s figure disappear into the darkness of the room. Then she turned to look at the towering spiritual tree in the courtyard.

She flew beneath the tree, looking up at the sky-covering canopy. Her gaze searched through the branches, finally settling on a branch on the right side.

Her soul momentarily left her body. Shen Yirong transformed the wind into a blade and cut off that branch. Fearing the sound of the branch falling would disturb Song Yin, she summoned the wind to cradle it until the branch gently touched the ground.

The wind blade trimmed away the unnecessary parts. Shen Yirong endured the sharp pain in her soul form to examine it. Satisfied, she returned to the wooden puppet body.

She picked up the branch she needed, then flew to the stone stool. She picked up the fragments of the long sword on the ground and used the fragments as a knife to peel the bark from the branch.

Shen Yirong was very focused on the peeling, but the puppet’s hands were clumsy. She didn’t give up, continuing until the sun rose.

When the sunlight streamed down, the ordinary branch had turned into a delicate slingshot.

Shen Yirong picked up a stone and tested its power. After pulling it with wind, the pebble shot out with a whoosh, accurately hitting a leaf.

Seeing the power was sufficient, Shen Yirong was very satisfied. “Not bad. My old skill is still there.”

Song Yin walked out of the room, still wearing the old Tai’an sect uniform. Shen Yirong felt a bit guilty. Other Masters gave magical treasures, but she couldn’t even afford a decent magic robe, and now she was giving an ordinary slingshot.

Shen Yirong wanted to hide the slingshot, but her puppet body was smaller than the slingshot, so Song Yin still noticed it.

Song Yin walked over, asking expectantly, “Is this a gift from Master?”

Not wanting to disappoint Song Yin’s anticipation, Shen Yirong offered the slingshot. “Yes, it’s for you. The gift is simple. I will give you something else later.”

Song Yin took the slingshot, touching it fondly. “Did Master make this after hearing my past story?”

Shen Yirong nodded. “Yes. It just so happens I know how.”

Shen Yirong had helped Su Zhao look after her daughter before. The girl named Wanxing was a quiet, likable little girl, but her health was poor.

Shen Yirong had no experience raising a daughter and couldn’t take her to practice swordplay. After much thought, she made a simple slingshot for the child to play with.

Song Yin treasured the slingshot, placing it in her spatial ring. Although spirit stones were scattered casually within the space, this ordinary slingshot now had its own dedicated box and spot.

After putting the item away, Song Yin saw Shen Yirong zoning out. She quickly moved closer and asked, “What is Master thinking about?”

Shen Yirong was startled by the suddenly enlarged face, but she didn’t retreat. Instead, she moved forward and sat on top of Song Yin’s head, still in a cross-legged position.

Her voice held a touch of nostalgia. “I was thinking of an old friend’s daughter.”

“Who?”

Shen Yirong didn’t sense the danger in Song Yin’s tone. She sighed. “Su Zhao’s daughter.”

Song Yin knew this person. This child was picked up by Su Zhao in front of the Wanxing Hall.

Suppressing the swirling emotions in her heart, Song Yin reached into her sleeve and pulled out the groggy Shen Shuci.

Shen Shuci’s forced sleep mode ended. She yawned, asking confusedly, “What’s wrong?”

Song Yin ignored her, only asking Shen Yirong, “Master, do you think she’s cute?”

Shen Yirong glanced at the restrained Shen Shuci. The current appearance of the other party was indeed quite cute, so she nodded and complimented, “Very cute, but why ask this suddenly?”

“It’s nothing.”

Song Yin also placed Shen Shuci on her head. “Let’s go, we’re going to the tomb chamber.”

Hearing the words “tomb chamber,” Shen Yirong pushed all other emotions aside.

Mid-flight, Song Yin suddenly asked, “If Yun Huiming wasn’t dead, would Master be very happy?”

Shen Yirong looked at the scenery below. She was silent for a moment before responding, “Yes, but many things cannot be forced.”

Song Yin, however, smiled. “Then I am different from Master. I will fight desperately for what I want.”

Shen Yirong was stunned. She said helplessly, “But some things don’t go as planned, just like now. You can’t bring Elder Yun back to life.”

Song Yin only smiled.

Shen Shuci tried hard to hear what they were saying, but she fell into sleep mode again.

Shen Yirong grabbed her before she could roll off. Seeing her tired look, she was confused. “What’s wrong with her?”

“It’s nothing. She’s just too tired. Let her rest for a while, or find a cultivator undergoing tribulation to recharge her.”

A cultivator undergoing tribulation wasn’t that easy to find. Shen Yirong realized Song Yin was joking with her, and was also surprised by her modern terminology.

Shen Yirong’s heart skipped a beat. She asked cautiously, “Transmigrator?”

Song Yin chuckled lightly. “Mm, I should count as one too.”

Shen Yirong couldn’t immediately understand what she meant. Just as she was about to ask more, she felt a cold aura.

They had arrived at the tomb chamber. The curse on the ice coffin had been broken. Shen Yirong didn’t care about anything else. She excitedly flew to the top of her coffin, but then realized something was wrong. Her coffin seemed to have been opened.

Who did it! Opening someone’s coffin! I’m not even dead yet!

Shen Yirong was extremely worried, but she quickly relaxed. Although the coffin had been tampered with, her body was still inside.

Out of caution, Shen Yirong first examined her body. After the examination, she took a deep breath. The condition of this body was quite poor.

But no matter how bad it was, it was still her body. Shen Yirong immediately slipped inside.

The fusion of soul and body was smooth. Shen Yirong in the coffin opened her eyes. She slowly sat up, her face still very pale. If seen at night, the horror effect would be maximized.

Shen Yirong looked down at her hands, then raised them to cover her chest.

Perhaps because of the recent fusion, Shen Yirong didn’t feel any pain.

A hand reached out to her. Shen Yirong looked at Song Yin’s face and placed her hand into hers.

After getting out of the coffin, the sensations from various parts of her body slowly returned. The world in her eyes became clearer, and she could feel the warmth transmitted from the palm of her hand. She heard the sound of the wind and smelled Song Yin’s scent in the cold air.

She felt in her bones that she had come back to life.

Song Yin looked at her stunned Master and asked gently, “Master, what do you want to do now?”

Shen Yirong turned her head to look at the other person’s rosy lips. She suddenly recalled the offense from last night. She turned her head away and lied, “I want to find the true culprit who controlled me.”

Song Yin saw through her lie, but what she said was indeed quite important.

Song Yin released her hand and picked up the wooden puppet on the floor. “Please accept this, Master.”

Shen Yirong had stayed in this puppet for so many days that she had developed some affection for it. She had originally disliked that the puppet was dressed like a wedding gown, but now it didn’t seem so bad.

However, after a brief connection, Shen Yirong felt that the puppet held a special significance. So, after taking the puppet, she asked, “Is this part of a pair?”

Song Yin shook her head, seemingly a little shy. “Because I wanted to see Master wearing this. Does Master find it offensive?”

Shen Yirong looked at Song Yin’s localized shyness with interest. After a while, she put on her Master’s demeanor. “It’s too late to say it’s offensive now. This item is confiscated.”

Song Yin put on a flustered expression. “It is my fault. Please don’t be angry, Master.”

Shen Yirong immediately felt she had gone too far, but she was a greedy person, so she still kept a straight face. “You must be punished. I sentence you to make a puppet in your likeness. Hand it over to me when you’re done.”

Song Yin’s cheeks were slightly flushed. “Okay.”

Shen Shuci’s sleep was not peaceful, but when she woke up from sleep mode, all she saw was this Master and Disciple’s pas de deux.

Anyone who could play along with Shen Yirong was slightly unconventional. She remembered Song Yin followed a gloomy and cold style, so why was she acting so… what?

Shen Shuci couldn’t quite describe it.

She wearily concluded: These unconventional Master and Disciple enjoy role-playing.

Shen Shuci complained wildly in her mind.

But she suddenly sensed a familiar aura emanating from the coffin.

So, she slowly moved closer. The familiar aura became stronger after she approached.

Shen Shuci was somewhat doubtful that she was mistaken. She simply plastered herself against the coffin lid.

The closer the distance, the clearer the aura became.

The Master and Disciple finally noticed Shen Shuci.

Shen Yirong grabbed Shen Shuci from the coffin. She asked worriedly, “What’s wrong? Is there a problem with the coffin?”

Song Yin just looked at the bottom of the coffin without speaking.

Shen Shuci was still not entirely sure. She hesitated. “I sensed the aura of the Heavenly Dao here.”

Shen Shuci then shook her head. “But it’s very faint.”