Rebirth As A Human Cauldron Chapter 11

Chapter 11 

As the kiss intensified, the sound of water inside the carriage grew louder, accompanied by ambiguous and unclear moans, creating a hot and fiery atmosphere.

Although Qin Duan’s cultivation level was far inferior to the Asura body forged through countless hardships in his previous life, he trembled slightly under Wen Yushu’s nearly manic spiritual pressure. His clothes were in disarray, with the open outer robe cushioning his body, leaving only a thin inner garment soaked with sweat, fitting tightly against his lean figure, outlining his muscular contours.

The man’s fingers remained pressed against his face, tracing the contours of his features, the sweaty forehead, and the moistened lower jaw, gently caressing them.

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The man’s breathing grew even more erratic, and the rising body temperature made his skin feel like warm jade. Wen Yushu placed his palm against his chest, feeling the intense thumping of the heart beneath the skin… It was so full of vitality, just like the sound he heard many years ago when he rested his head on Little Xu’s chest.

But when they met again, the man’s body was cold as ice, and his heart barely beat… He couldn’t recognize him.

He should have recognized him – he just didn’t believe that the bright and dazzling young man back then could turn into the infamous demon lord, the Shura, whom everyone wanted to kill, and that the genius sword cultivator who could make swords bloom would forget even the simplest sword stance.

The pain in his eyes became more unbearable. Wen Yushu opened his mouth and viciously bit into the man’s chest, tasting the fresh blood that rushed into his mouth, bringing with it an indescribable sweetness that somewhat relieved the raging fire burning in his chest.

Truly the best cauldron… Wen Yushu thought indifferently as he licked the still bleeding wound.

He completely tore open the man’s clothes, kissing every inch of bare skin – on the chest, waist, neck… He left his own marks wherever he could touch. Qin Duan’s p*nis stiffened without him realizing, and the fluid that seeped out dampened a small piece of fabric, producing sounds akin to gasping moans.

Wen Yushu reached out and held it through their clothes, using some force to rub it. In just a few strokes, the other person trembled and ejaculated, his lower abdomen twitching, and his body covered in sweat.

He bit the man’s rolling Adam’s apple until his gasping gradually subsided, and the limp body fell into his arms, as if asleep.

In the end, Wen Yushu didn’t go all the way; he just indulged in a release and then carefully helped the man put on his clothes before feeding him a healing pill.

After completing all this, he silently retreated to a corner and sat cross-legged.

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The next day, when Qin Duan woke up, he felt that yesterday’s dream was truly bizarre, as if it had actually happened… But when he touched his body, there was no trace of what happened in the dream, not even a wrinkle in his clothes.

He furrowed his brow, feeling a strange sensation in his heart, but he couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong.

“Are you awake?”

Suddenly, the other person in the carriage spoke, startling Qin Duan, who raised his head to look at him.

“You seemed a bit restless in your sleep yesterday,” Wen Yushu said in a clear and pleasant voice, his tone full of concern. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Qin Duan replied coldly, “It’s none of your concern.”

He didn’t want to engage with this person, but he couldn’t focus due to the strange dream. He could only idly tilt his head, gazing out the window at the rolling scenery. His fingers lightly tapped on the silver ornament on his right hand, contemplating how to dismantle it.

After all, this thing was not an ordinary item, and the runes inscribed on it were drawn by Bai Lingzhi himself. Given his current low cultivation level, attempting to modify it recklessly would lead to trouble. On the other hand, forcing it off would require a Nascent Soul sword cultivator to do so, unless…

Suddenly, a person flashed through Qin Duan’s mind – after their parting that day, he had never heard any news about Feng Lie. He wondered how he was doing and where he was now.

If he were to go to him and ask him to unlock the ornament, given his temperament, he would likely agree.

With this thought, Qin Duan became intrigued and said to Wen Yushu, “Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“Why did Feng Lie entrust me to you?”

Wen Yushu smiled and replied, “Because he and Lord Bai don’t see eye to eye with each other, but they are both too preoccupied with their own matters. So, he could only come to me for help.”

With Feng Lie’s cold temperament, it was normal for him not to get along with Bai Lingzhi in their dual-cultivation demonic path… Qin Duan fell silent for a moment and suddenly said, “None of you are the same kind of people, yet you maintain a strange alliance, all for the purpose of resurrecting the demon lord who died three hundred years ago?”

His words were straightforward and direct, even causing Wen Yushu to pause for a moment, and the atmosphere turned cold.

Feeling the instantaneous burst and immediate suppression of killing intent emanating from the other person, Qin Duan’s lips nonchalantly curled – their intentions were too obvious, so obvious that he could hardly ignore it. He only brought it up after suppressing it for so long, probably just a whim.

He was merely curious, to what extent would these people who missed or abandoned him in his previous life go for him now?

… Especially the person in front of him, who never recognized him from the beginning to the end, how much did he regret it now?

Would they miss each other again?

Qin Duan wanted to know the answer, so he said it, regardless of whether his words would touch a nerve or threaten his own life.

Hundreds of years ago, he dared to pat his chest and say that Yushu grew up with me, and I understand him… But now, he dare not say it. He didn’t know how the childhood friend who grew up with him had become such a monster. But for whatever reason, he still wanted to understand him.

Qin Duan was shocked by his own thoughts and absent-minded for a moment, until Wen Yushu’s clear voice sounded again.

“Do you know him?”

A question in response – but it carried some probing and suspicion. Qin Duan blinked and teased, “Actually, I am his son.”

Wen Yushu’s mouth twitched.

Seeing the rare speechlessness in the other person, Qin Duan burst into laughter, “You see, not only do I resemble him, but even my spiritual roots and talents are completely identical to his… So, have you never doubted it?”

Such a coincidence, if it weren’t for the appearance of the Heavenly Dao, even Qin Duan himself would doubt it, let alone others.

Wen Yushu remained silent for a long time before saying, “Whether you are his blood relative or not, in our eyes, you are just a perfect vessel to match him… Regardless of how similar you are, you are not him in the end.”

“So what? Does that mean my life is not a life? Am I destined to be tossed around like an object by all of you? If you feel like it, you pick me up and comfort yourselves, and once you’re done, you can easily throw me to the next person?” Qin Duan sneered, placing his hands behind his head and lazily leaning against the carriage wall. “You said that when he resurrects using my body, if he knew what you’ve done to this body…”

His words abruptly stopped, and Qin Duan opened his mouth, only to find that his throat was sealed, making him roll his eyes in frustration.

Wen Yushu remained calmly seated in the corner and said softly, “You should be grateful that it’s me here. If it were any other person, it wouldn’t just be a silence technique.”

Hearing this, Qin Duan couldn’t help but laugh silently. He thought that you guys wouldn’t dare to kill or harm this body, just to play around with it. He was a Cauldron with knowledge of dual cultivation techniques, so even if they messed him up, what could they do? He wouldn’t suffer.

Though he was fooled by the Heavenly Dao and wasn’t resurrected by these bunch of rascals, he was aware that he might not have said anything even if he did know.

Being alive was good, and who cared about the rest.

However, Wen Yushu cared a lot. Even after arriving in Liangzhou, he still couldn’t undo Qin Duan’s silence technique. Despite treating him with a polite and gentle attitude, Qin Duan could tell that this guy was still upset.

Poking at old wounds had always been something Wen Yushu loved to do—especially since most of those wounds were left by him in the first place, it was tit-for-tat.

The only regret was that he hadn’t had a chance to inquire about Feng Lie’s whereabouts. However, seeing how unconcerned Wen Yushu seemed, Feng Lie was probably still safe.

Amidst Qin Duan’s jumbled thoughts, he was brought to his new residence, a branch of the Shuyu Hall’s headquarters. It wasn’t very large, but it was kept tidy. There was a small pond at the entrance, and behind the building was a man-made mountain, leaning against the main hall, which was considered a nice setting.

Qin Duan wasn’t concerned about any of this. What he cared about was that his residence was just a wall away from Wen Yushu’s courtyard, and there was a gathering spirit array under the ground, abundant with spiritual energy, making it an excellent place for cultivation.

In the past, Liangzhou had three town-shielding spirit veins, owned by the three major families. These veins could produce spirit stones to aid in cultivation and yield spiritual medicines and fruits… The benefits they brought were immeasurable. Now, only two veins remained, as one was destroyed along with the family it belonged to.

And the Shuyu Hall established by the Wen family naturally fell within the area of the spirit veins.

After settling Qin Duan in, Wen Yushu kept himself busy, intentionally or unintentionally not removing the silence technique. Qin Duan attempted to break it, but he failed repeatedly. Eventually, he grew tired of it and stayed in the small house every day, not leaving. He occupied himself with the things he brought from Bai Lingzhi’s place.

His childhood friend had always been cunning, and if he openly asked for things, it might raise suspicion. So, Qin Duan took a roundabout approach, playing with a piece of vermilion sand and yellow paper and even setting up a simple array at the courtyard’s entrance to alert him if anyone entered.

Just when he thought he could live in peace for a while, trouble came knocking on his door…

And it was a type of trouble he had never encountered before.

One day, Qin Duan was drawing talismans in his room when suddenly the floor trembled with a bang. The array placed at the door had been triggered.

He hesitated for a moment; the array was only a Golden Core cultivation level, so if Wen Yushu personally came, it wouldn’t cause such a commotion. Unless someone with a lower cultivation level insisted on barging through the array…

As the vermilion sand fell onto the paper, smudging the carefully drawn symbols, Qin Duan sighed and put away the tools on the table. He pushed the door open and stepped out.

Before he had taken more than a couple of steps, he saw a girl in pink clothes storming in with several attendants trailing behind her. Two of them had disheveled appearances, likely the ones who triggered the array earlier.

Qin Duan raised an eyebrow. Since he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t ask about their intentions. He lazily leaned against the door frame, watching the unfolding drama.

The girl with the pink clothes glared at him with wide eyes and pointed at his nose, scolding, “You servant, you dare not kneel when meeting this young miss? Where is your fox-spirit master? Bring him out!”

As soon as she spoke, the people behind her encircled Qin Duan, trapping him in the middle.

Qin Duan thought that no one had dared to speak to him like this before. Yet, the highest cultivation among them was only at the Golden Core initial stage, while the fiery pink-clad girl was at the Foundation Establishment mid-stage.

A group of ants, it wasn’t worth getting angry over.

So, Qin Duan slowly moved aside, letting them search his room… A moment later, the Golden Core servant came out and bowed respectfully to the girl in pink. “Miss, there’s no one inside the room.”

The girl in pink furrowed her eyebrows, looking almost incredulously at Qin Duan. “Are you the cauldron that Big Brother Wen brought back from the brothel?” Her voice was almost shrill, “How could it be a man? Could it be that Big Brother Wen…?”

Qin Duan rolled his eyes.

This place was the Shuyu Hall’s branch, and outsiders were not allowed to enter and leave freely. Yet, they let these people come in and out at will. It seemed this girl had a remarkable identity, and coupled with what she said earlier… she must be another love debt left behind by Wen Yushu.

“Big Brother Wen wouldn’t like men… He treated me so well…” She continued, almost screaming. “It must be you using some kind of enchantment to seduce him! Otherwise, how could someone like him have any relationship with a lowly cauldron like you!”

…What the hell does this have to do with me? Damn it, he’s the one who came to find me, Qin Duan thought, but he couldn’t refute her due to the silence technique.

“Jia Yi, kill him! I can’t let this kind of monster stay by Big Brother Wen’s side!”

He smirked. This situation was rather perfect. He thought, I don’t even need to give them a reason to silence them.

Jia Yi charged towards him with his sword, closing the distance in the blink of an eye, but his attack missed. Qin Duan’s right hand was sealed, but he used his left hand to toss out several talismans. The talismans burst into flames in mid-air, and sparks flew, almost hitting the face of the girl in pink. She screamed and took a few steps back, her hair singed, looking quite miserable.

In a fit of madness, she screamed again, “Kill him! Kill him for me!”

Before she finished speaking, the sword of Jia Yi was already at Qin Duan’s front, its edge sharp, but in Qin Duan’s eyes, it was not even one percent of what Fen Lie could do. He was too lazy to dodge and simply blocked the attack with the silver ring on his right wrist. A clang resounded, and Jia Yi was forced back a step by the rebound of internal energy. Qin Duan glanced at the ring and saw that there were no traces of any marks. He sighed lightly.

It seemed that if he wanted to forcefully open it, he had to find Fen Lie.

While he was contemplating, he threw out several more talismans, stopping the rest of the people from approaching. The talismans turned into light and entered the ground, exploding at their feet, raising a huge dust cloud and creating an imposing momentum.

Even Jia Yi was momentarily blinded, swinging his sword around, trying to find where Qin Duan was.

Qin Duan rose up on a stream of air, his robes fluttering in the wind, his hair messy. He paid no attention to the ants scurrying around below but turned his gaze towards a nearby courtyard.

With such a commotion, if Wen Yushu didn’t notice, he would not only be blind but also deaf.

However, Wen Yushu had not shown up yet; he probably wanted to test Qin Duan’s strength. Qin Duan sneered, and a surge of demonic energy emanated from him as the silver bells on his wrist jingled crisply.

Alright, since he wanted to test, Qin Duan would show him.

His eyes flashed with determination as he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next moment, energy fluctuations could be seen at the corners of the small courtyard. The silver array lit up gradually as true essence poured into it, and the intricate patterns interwove, spreading out like ink in water.

The few people had never seen such an array before. When they regained their senses, they found that their cultivation and physical strength had disappeared, leaving them as ordinary mortals. They couldn’t help but panic, while the girl in pink sat on the ground, her skirt stained with dirt, her face haggard, looking quite miserable.

Only Jia Yi, the sword cultivator, was still resisting desperately, but with his immature sword skills, breaking the array was like a fantasy. Qin Duan observed him calmly for a few seconds, watching his hand holding the sword tremble more and more until he finally could no longer withstand the pressure and kneeled on the ground.

Hmm, he persisted for a few seconds; not bad for a guy.

As Qin Duan pondered, with a flick of his fingers, he saw that Jia Yi’s eyes widened in astonishment. His trembling hand, which was just now unsteady, firmly grasped the hilt of his sword and without hesitation, thrust it towards his own chest–

In an instant, fresh blood splattered from his back, spraying the young lady’s face.

At the same time, a figure dressed in apricot robes descended from the sky, landing before them.

The newcomer was none other than Wen Yushu. Although his eyes were blind, he still raised his head towards the sky and spoke to the person behind him.

“Wen is late, and it has caused Miss Li to be frightened.”

As he made his entrance, the surrounding array was shattered, and the oppressive aura dissipated, leaving only a strong scent of blood. Li Xiaojie was frightened to the point of suffocation, but she desperately rushed towards Wen Yushu, rubbing her dust-covered body against his clothes.

Wen Yushu patted her back to show comfort. Out of politeness, he didn’t immediately push her away but said gently, “Miss Li, this servant is not deceased. I request that you allow me to examine his injuries properly.”

As the two were tugging and pulling, when Qin Duan heard the young lady’s surname, he understood everything.

This sharp and spirited girl in pink attire turned out to be the young lady of the Li family in Liangzhou.

The Li family excelled in refining tools and relied on the Wen family’s shops for commercial sales. The two families had a close relationship, and their juniors often interacted. Among them was this young lady, Li Weiwei.

During an event held by both families, Li Weiwei fell in love at first sight with Wen Yushu. Despite facing rejection, she persisted for over a year. Although Wen Yushu turned her down, she remained the only woman by his side. Despite experiencing frustration, she found some comfort in this fact.

But now, rumors were spreading throughout Liangzhou that Master Wen had brought a furnace from the Fengyue Tower and placed it in his residence. When this news reached Li Weiwei’s ears, it shocked her to the core. She immediately jumped up, summoning her maidservants to help her dress up, and she rushed out like a furious wife catching her unfaithful husband.

This situation had brought misery upon Qin Duan, the innocent “adulterer.” Unable to speak, he was forced to take action, and in the end, both sides were left empty-handed. The cause of all this turned out to be Wen Yushu’s impulsive experiment.

Qin Duan sneered inwardly, thinking that this guy hadn’t changed one bit from a hundred years ago.

Just as suspicious and unscrupulous as before.

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