Reborn as a Human Cauldron, But I'm the Top - Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Chaos and Destiny

Song Yin’s hand suddenly tightened. The person in front of her showed no panic. She raised her head, revealing Shen Yirong’s face.

Facing Song Yin, this impostor showed no fear, but rather praised her with a smile. “It was naive of me to think I could kill you this way, but the Venerable is the Venerable. Truly the best in the world.”

Song Yin’s grip tightened again. “Since you know I am the best in the world, yet you dare to appear like this, are you tired of living?”

With this movement, the impostor’s face immediately turned red.

Shen Yirong’s face was always bright and warm, but the identical face before her was instead filled with a deadly, stagnant gentleness.

Disregarding her dangerous situation, she still smiled. “My wish has not yet been fulfilled, so I cannot die.”

Song Yin ignored her. Her eyes grew fierce, and she increased her strength, but the next second, the woman she was controlling vanished just like that.

The opponent made no movement, simply disappearing abruptly from her grasp.

Looking up again, the woman was back on the tree. Even when facing Song Yin, this person was calm.

Song Yin stood still. The scarlet color in her eyes deepened as she stared intently at the opponent, the fire in her eyes wanting to burn through the cold night.

The woman closed her eyes and smiled. She said admiringly, “You actually calculated that I would go to Tai’an to retrieve the Sword Venerable’s body, but why did you use this fake body to deceive me?”

Song Yin didn’t answer, so the woman speculated on her own.

“Let me think. You placed a curse on the Sword Venerable’s body to guard against me, and this fake body was to test me, correct?”

Song Yin raised her hand. Dark clouds gathered, and lightning surged within. When the white light flashed, the world briefly brightened, illuminating Song Yin’s face with the flickering light.

She brought her hand down. The lightning converged into a river, pouring down onto the woman. After the lightning passed, the woman’s figure was gone from the treetop, and a stone fell to the ground.

But the matter was not over. The woman’s voice sounded on the wind. “Venerable, you cannot kill me.”

Song Yin had always known this. She raised an eyebrow and lightly mocked, “Do you truly think everything is foolproof?”

The wind sound paused for a moment before gently resuming. “Isn’t it?”

The ground began to sink again. The voices of the resentful spirits resurfaced, attempting to disrupt Song Yin’s mind and seize her body.

“Annoying.” Song Yin drew a sword from the thunder, and the white longsword, taller than a person, was slammed into the ground. In an instant, the sounds of wailing and the stench of decay retreated from Song Yin’s world.

Song Yin looked up, her eyes full of mockery. “Everyone in the cultivation world says I am perverse and heinous, yet the things you, a gentle person, do are even more insane than mine. Having reached this point, do you genuinely not feel any remorse?”

“Heh… Even if I had remorse, what then? Would the Venerable forgive me? Or would the Sword Venerable forgive me? No, I don’t beg for your forgiveness. I only want to complete my own task.”

Another lightning sword materialized in Song Yin’s hand. Her ink-black hair danced, and her red robe fluttered. She held the sword high, commanding the lightning. “Incorrigible. You seem to have overestimated yourself and underestimated me.”

“…Incorrigible? Isn’t the Venerable also incorrigible? If you stood in my place, you would only be more frantic than me. Venerable, we are the same.”

Song Yin didn’t want to hear more from her.

The lightning sword swung, tearing the space before her. Song Yin reached out and grabbed the person hiding within the space. The person still wore Shen Yirong’s face. She instantly snapped this person’s neck. The lifeless body turned into stone and dropped at her feet.

Song Yin’s body trembled. Her voice was colder than the moonlight, filled with a dangerous warning. “Who allowed you to use my Master’s face?”

The woman’s voice came from another place. “The Venerable is concerned about this? But I am also curious, how did the Venerable know it was me?”

Song Yin had deduced the culprit after reviewing the system’s memory, but she didn’t need to explain it to the opponent.

So Song Yin sneered. “Guess.”

The female voice started coughing, seemingly angered by Song Yin’s response.

Her emotions became very agitated, as if she was losing her mind. “Why can’t things ever progress as I intend? Why can’t you two just hate each other?”

“You are both present. My plan is full of variables.”

Song Yin glanced around. She couldn’t find the opponent’s figure. In this moment, Song Yin felt the entire world was working against her.

In a haze, Song Yin felt her memory was being tampered with, but it seemed not just her memory. Her past and future were being distorted.

The female voice in the darkness continued. She coughed a few times, her tone gentle yet obsessive. “But I no longer have time to wait.”

After this sentence, the entire world went silent, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Subsequently, causation became chaotic, space shattered, and Yin and Yang reversed.

The rules of the entire world were like a piece of white paper that had been violently crumpled. The person causing all this was no longer writing the story but was trying to tear the entire paper apart.

Although the scene before her was terrifying, Song Yin could tell at a glance that the opponent was straining and couldn’t hold on for long.

Song Yin raised the lightning sword high.

Shen Yirong’s eyelids suddenly twitched wildly. She felt strongly that something bad was about to happen.

Her heart beat with a faint, sharp pain. Shen Yirong felt she couldn’t breathe. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her collar, but after doing so, she realized the buttons weren’t the cause.

She sat up from the bed and, driven by an inexplicable urge, went to Song Yin’s room next door. She sat in the spot where Song Yin had slept, and the feeling of unease in her heart grew increasingly severe.

Shen Shuci floated in. She looked at Shen Yirong’s worried expression and asked with concern, “What’s wrong?”

Shen Yirong looked at the night outside. She sighed. “I’m panicky. I feel like something is going to happen.”

Shen Shuci immediately saw her worry. “Are you thinking about Song Yin?”

“No.”

Shen Yirong gripped the All-Seeing Mirror in her hand. Little Song Yin in the mirror, tired from practicing her sword, had fallen asleep leaning against a tree trunk. Before long, the Shen Yirong in the mirror walked out of the house. She took a quilt and gently covered little Song Yin.

It was a time of heavy snow. The Shen Yirong in the mirror wanted to brush the snowflakes off little Song’s face, but she stopped her hand just before touching her. A gentle breeze carried away all the snow around little Song.

The Shen Yirong in the mirror looked at little Song’s sleeping face, revealing a gentle yet pale smile.

This was supposed to be a warm scene, but Shen Yirong’s heart was in turmoil. She sighed. “You should rest first. Let me be alone for a moment.”

Shen Shuci nodded. She flew back next door.

Looking at the little Song Yin in the mirror, Shen Yirong closed her eyes. To be honest, the time the other person spent here wasn’t worth reminiscing about.

Shen Yirong didn’t like this story, but to understand her past with Song Yin and to clarify the mistakes she had made, Shen Yirong forced herself to watch.

But now, the longing made her unable to continue. So, she fast-forwarded the All-Seeing Mirror’s timeline.

Finally, it stopped at the time when Yun Huiming was still alive.

Shen Yirong looked at the Yun Huiming in the mirror. This Yun Huiming’s face lacked a smile.

She saw the mirrored version of herself wake up from meditation and warmly welcome Yun Huiming into the room.

During this period, Mei Xin had developed feelings.

The two sat opposite each other. Shen Yirong originally intended to make a few jokes to lighten the atmosphere, but Yun Huiming’s expression made her stop.

The two who usually bantered sat in the room in silence. Finally, Yun Huiming spoke first.

“I went to the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion to find Su Zhao. She read the fortune for me and Little Mei.”

Su Zhao’s divination was accurate. Shen Yirong sat up straight after hearing this. “What did she say?”

Yun Huiming scoffed. “In her divination, Little Mei will become the nourishment for my emotionless Dao. She will die, die for me.”

Shen Yirong’s expression instantly turned ugly. She looked at Yun Huiming’s smiling face, sensing anger and resentment in that expression.

Yun Huiming sat sideways, looking at the flying birds outside the window. “It’s strange, Little Yirong. A person as cold-hearted as me should be happy about something that’s entirely beneficial.”

Shen Yirong looked at her. “But you’re not happy about it. You… love her.”

Yun Huiming smiled freely. “Yes, I love her. I actually love her.”

“So, I don’t like this destiny. Since I don’t like it, I must change it.”

Shen Yirong had always known this person was bold. She immediately asked, “What do you plan to do?”

Yun Huiming looked at her. “Borrow your luck, cultivate my destiny. The Heavenly Dao seems unable to fully control events involving you.”

“With you involved, destiny might be changed.”

The Shen Yirong outside the mirror felt her heart pound wildly. Fragmented memory pieces surged up.

Her head ached as if being pierced by needles. Shen Yirong forced herself to calm down.

She quickly put the All-Seeing Mirror away. The pain in her brain slowly subsided, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she could fully relax, she felt a sudden palpitation. Her instinct made her move back. The space where she had been sitting tore and misaligned.

Shen Shuci also quickly flew over.

Shen Yirong took her and fled the room, but upon reaching the outside, she gasped.

As far as the eye could see, the entire world was like a disrupted puzzle. The ground, which should have been soil, had become a starlit sky.

Shen Yirong nearly missed a step and fell into the void.

The bell rang out, startling everyone in the Tai’an Sect awake. Mei Xin flew up on her sword into the air.

The next moment, the entire world was suddenly illuminated by sunlight. Then, in another change, the warmth of the sun was gone, and the entire world began to snow.

“What exactly is going on!”

“Why is it raining again?”

“Why did you get old?”

Shen Shuci took a sharp breath. “It’s out of control.”

Shen Yirong finally understood the reason for her unprovoked panic. She gritted her teeth. “Why do I run into this kind of trouble right after waking up.”

But this was not the time to complain, as the space was still shifting. A single mistake could result in her being sliced into pieces by the spatial shifts.

Shen Yirong hadn’t fully recovered from her injuries. If she had been fully recovered, she could have used spatial spellcraft.

The period of chaos had not been long, and the Tai’an Sect members were still gathered together.

Ordinary spatial artifacts might be useless.

Just as Shen Yirong was in a dilemma, she suddenly seemed to recall something and took out the All-Seeing Mirror.

Shen Yirong shouted at Mei Xin in the air, “Senior Sister!”

Mei Xin understood immediately. She used her spiritual energy to amplify her voice. “All Tai’an disciples, enter the All-Seeing Mirror.”

The chaotic crowd finally found their anchor.

Mei Xin stood in front of the All-Seeing Mirror. With her guidance, the crowd anxiously and orderly stepped into the mirror.

After all the Tai’an Sect members had entered the mirror, Shen Yirong and Mei Xin also walked in.

Then, the entrance to the All-Seeing Mirror closed, shrinking and falling to the ground.

The people of the Tai’an Sect were safe, but the chaos continued.

Under the spatial misalignment, the All-Seeing Mirror, which had been resting securely, vanished from its spot the next second.

When it reappeared, it was lying at Song Yin’s feet.

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