Rebirth As A Human Cauldron Chapter 12

Warning: Mature Content! NSFW (a small portion) 

Chapter 12

Miss Li cried intensely, even disregarding the fact that the servants nearby were bleeding. Wen Yushu raised his hand to call his subordinates to take the injured people for treatment, then gently pulled the octopus-like woman off himself.

“Come here.”

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Qin Duan: “…” What’s going on?

Wen Yushu: “It’s my fault for not arriving earlier…”

Qin Duan was dumbfounded as he watched him pretend to show concern, feeling the burning gaze of the young lady behind him almost devouring him.

However, Wen Yushu seemed completely unaffected and, taking advantage of his inability to speak, continued to act in a one-person show for a while before turning to Li Weiwei and saying politely, “Since Miss Li is unharmed, I will not hold you accountable for trespassing in my private residence…” He spoke courteously but didn’t even bother looking back as he coldly issued an order to dismiss her.

After Li Weiwei, who had been crying and making a scene, was taken away, Qin Duan finally regained his senses and blurted out, “What exactly do you want to do?”

His voice sounded hoarse, not like his usual self since he hadn’t been able to speak for a few days.

“You placed restrictions around my courtyard to prevent sound from escaping, and you only appeared after I had killed someone, just to make this incident big. You wanted to test my abilities, and I showed them to you. But what does this final act mean? I don’t recall you being so caring towards me.”

Wen Yushu listened quietly to his words and a faint smile appeared on his lips. “What’s wrong? Is it not to your liking?”

“In a short while, the entire Liangzhou will know how much I love you, to the extent that I’m willing to offend the influential families,” Wen Yushu spoke slowly, gently brushing his slightly messy bangs behind his ear. “In the future, when people mention the Shiyu Hall, they won’t talk about how it once injured the Asura Demon Lord, but instead, they’ll say the Hall’s Master was enchanted by a cauldron and gradually went mad, even falling into demonic cultivation… People will lament and pity, but more than that, they’ll mock. That’s how the world is. The higher you stand, the more they want to see you fall.”

Towards the end, he chuckled softly, “And no one will know what you look like. I will protect you until… he comes back.”

Qin Duan took a deep breath and sneered, “Do you really think you’re some kind of saint?”

“I am certainly not a saint. My heart is colder and more ruthless than anyone else’s,” Wen Yushu replied softly, resting his head on Qin Duan’s shoulder. “I owe him something, and I will repay it bit by bit. But for now, while he hasn’t returned, you will help me keep it safe…” His voice trembled slightly as he spoke the last part.

Qin Duan couldn’t describe the feelings in his heart.

He knew exactly what he intended to do. Shiyu Hall had gained fame by capturing the Demon Lord of Asura in battle, but in reality, it was a trap he fell into, willingly throwing himself into the net. Wen Yushu had given him a cup of poisoned wine at a banquet, causing him to endure endless torment in the water dungeon for over a month. The interrogators questioned him repeatedly about the massacre of the Xu family a hundred years ago, even mentioning the long-destroyed Qin family, and he had foolishly refused to answer, fearing it might implicate his old friends.

The brutal torture hadn’t broken him, nor had the vulgar insults moved him, but what truly shattered Qin Duan was when the person he wanted to protect, who had once had gentle eyes like a spring, revealed a chilling gaze at the dungeon’s entrance one day.

At that moment, Qin Duan understood everything.

This person’s calculated approach towards him was not because he considered him an old friend, but rather, he regarded him as the culprit behind the Qin family’s annihilation.

“The Qin and Xu families were distant relatives. After the destruction of the Qin family, I had contact with the Xu family and promised to protect their safety,” Wen Yushu’s clear voice echoed within the airtight prison, revealing a hint of darkness that didn’t match his appearance. “The Xu family received the spiritual vein from the Qin family but it disappeared after your slaughter… And the members of the Xu family were killed in the exact same way as the Qin family, with their dantians destroyed and meridians severed, just like yours…”

“Why did you kill the members of these two families? Was it for that spiritual vein? Or is there some other unspeakable reason…”

Wen Yushu spoke slowly but firmly, his words piercing like a knife.

Back then, his bones were broken, and he was suspended in the water dungeon by two iron chains piercing through his collarbones. Over the course of a month, he bled enough to dye the entire prison red, yet not a single tear had escaped him. But now, as he looked at the face of his old friend, tears welled up and he couldn’t help but smile.

Why were they killed in the exact same way? Because the ones who annihilated the Qin family were the so-called distant relatives, the Xu family!

The Xu family coveted the spiritual vein of the Qin family and drugged the Qin family during a banquet… At that time, Qin Duan barely protected himself with his true energy and witnessed how those beasts forced his father to reveal the whereabouts of the spiritual vein, and how they… how they massacred his family one by one!

…If it weren’t for his desperate and full-powered escape at the end, if it weren’t for him coincidentally arriving near the entrance of the Demon Abyss, then after having his meridians severed and his dantian destroyed, what awaited him wouldn’t be the chance to find a glimmer of hope in the Demon Abyss but rather to watch himself bleed to death.

Why doesn’t he hate? On what grounds does he not hate?!

It was hatred that kept him alive, and it was hatred that made him step by step grow stronger… After seeking revenge, Qin Duàn destroyed that spiritual vein to honor his family’s spirits in heaven. Now, he finally wants to let go of his hatred, but his best and only friend who remembers him questions him, “Why did you kill them?”

Ultimately, it’s all because he is no longer the once spirited and talented young genius but a demonic cultivator despised and condemned by the world…

The warm breath of that person sprayed on his neck, causing Qin Duàn to tilt his head slightly, feeling a little ticklish.

Those memories that were vividly etched in his mind were, in essence, events from hundreds of years ago. It’s natural to have unresolved grievances, but what saddened him was Wen Yushu’s suspicion of him, and he was infuriated that the other party did not recognize him. These emotions shook his Dao heart. He cared, he remembered, but he wasn’t petty.

Moreover, with the path of Asura’s cultivation, he reshaped his body… His appearance changed, his voice changed, even his name changed. Even if Wen Yushu’s affectionate grandfather jumped out of his tomb, he probably wouldn’t recognize him.

So, from beginning to end, he never harbored hatred.

Qin Duàn sighed and raised his hand, wanting to pat the person’s shoulder, but eventually refrained.

Now, he cannot stand in his own shoes, so naturally, he has no right to console… In fact, deep down, he wanted to forget all these past things, wholeheartedly pursuing the path of cultivation. However, fate played its hand, and he was forced to wander through the mortal world, witnessing the suffering and pain of those he thought he had forgotten.

In essence, it no longer concerns him, but humans are humans, not heartless plants.

Qin Duàn’s life was too long, and his journey was full of trials and tribulations, so those rare and beautiful memories became all the more precious.

He would cherish them, he would let go, but he wouldn’t stop.

It was true in the past, and it is true now.

After that day, Qin Duàn was forcibly moved to Wen Yushu’s residence, living and eating together with him.

Since it happened, he had to accept it. Relying on this well-regarded body, Qin Duàn spent his days eating and sleeping, strolling in the backyard in his leisure time, or nestling in the scripture library, playing with talismans and cinnabar.

Qin Duàn knew that Wen Yushu had placed a restriction on him. Even if others saw him, they would quickly forget his appearance, only remembering that there was such a person.

As the materials brought by Bai Lingzhi were almost used up, he took advantage of Wen Yushu’s name to obtain more. After all, now, almost half of Liangzhou knew that Master Wen was infatuated with a brothel’s furnace, and no one in the Hall dared to refuse his request.

So, he went out boldly, and when he returned, he did so with grandeur, causing his subordinates to be angry but silent, and by the look in their eyes, he was sure they would likely report him to Wen Yushu.

Qin Duàn didn’t care about it at all.

However, there was one thing he couldn’t ignore… Since moving, those strange erotic dreams had become more frequent, as if he were haunted.

He and Wen Yushu didn’t share the same room but slept in adjacent guest rooms. In the first three days, things were somewhat better, with only vague sensations of someone kissing him. But recently, it had become more intrusive, even causing him pain, and he let out a soft moan.

Yet, the next day, there were no traces of what had happened, and although he was suspicious, he couldn’t find any evidence. He even set up formations around his room to be vigilant, but the erotic dreams persisted, and when he woke up, the formations showed no signs of being triggered, as if it were all just a dream.

As things always balanced out, Qin Duàn didn’t want to sit idly and wait for trouble. He found new materials and rearranged a more comprehensive formation, even using a drop of his own blood.

As the night fell, he lay in bed, feeling drowsy.

The ambiguous dream came again.

In the dream, someone kissed his lips, the scarlet tongue teasing the wet and soft mouth, prying open the lips, teasing the sensitive flesh on the upper jaw… The kiss was deep, and Qin Duàn could even hear the sound of water echoing in his mind, bringing an indescribable licentiousness, causing his cheeks to flush.

His body seemed to be on fire, igniting his veins and burning away his rationality. He heard himself letting out a soft and muffled moan, his long legs entwined together, gripping the hand that reached for his crotch.

The other person’s fingers felt a bit chilly, and Qin Duàn felt the cool palm wrap around his erect organ, gently caressing every inch of his skin, fingers pressing lightly at the tip, teasing the small hole there, smearing the oozing essence on the shaft, using it as lubrication for their up and down movements… It felt too pleasurable. In a daze, he wanted it to continue like this, his body trembling uncontrollably, covered in sweat.

His chest’s garment was undone by someone, and his bare skin met the cold air. Qin Duàn tilted his head, and sweat dripped down his furrowed brow, flowing into his hair.

When his nipples were sucked on, he involuntarily let out a groan… He said no, it was intermittent, but he received a slight pang of pain in response.

The other person bit him—right on the most sensitive part of his chest. Qin Duàn’s body twitched, like a dying fish on a chopping board.

He faintly heard someone laughing, the laughter was light, but he could still hear it.

In the next moment, Qin Duàn felt a warmth near his ear, and that person leaned over, lightly and yet firmly, capturing his sensitive earlobe. The wet and soft tongue enveloped and sucked on it, teasing and caressing the ear canal, bringing an irresistible tingling sensation.

Qin Duàn felt his hand lifting, hanging hesitantly on the other person’s shoulder, unsure whether to embrace or push them away.

…Perhaps both.

When his neck was bitten, Qin Duàn let out a painful cry.

The other person lowered their head, licking the oozing wound. Their lips traced down to the prominent collarbone, nibbling and sucking…

As if they were devouring him entirely, they left more or fewer marks all over his body. Pain mixed with pleasure, densely spreading, and Qin Duàn curled his toes, making a mess of the sheets beneath him.

He shook his head slightly, his erect m*nhood dripping with desire. His sweaty abdomen contracted in spasms, like the last step before an orgasm. This lascivious and sensitive body craved pleasure, craved affection.

“Ah… Ha… Mmm…”

He heard his own embarrassed moans echoing in the room, so clear that they brought a slight trace of clarity to his hazy mind.

Someone approached, seizing his about-to-erupt m*mber, and forcefully covered his mouth…

A second before climax, Qin Duàn felt a sudden chill in his chest. The carefully arranged formation finally triggered, and he opened his eyes—

To face a sea of blood-red.

Immediately after, his lower abdomen convulsed, and milky fluid sprayed out. Qin Duàn’s legs trembled, and his mind went blank, leaving only the overwhelming pleasure to engulf him…

Once again, he fell into a deep slumber.

When he woke up the next day, the sun had already risen. Qin Duàn lay back on the bed, staring blankly at the canopy above.

The burning sensation inside his body seemed to linger. He was covered in sweat for no reason, and his damp inner clothes clung to him, making him uncomfortable.

Qin Duàn sat up on the bed, barefoot and taking hesitant steps, walking outside.

Wen Yushu wasn’t in the room. Qin Duàn strolled around the courtyard but couldn’t find him. Just as he was about to leave, someone intercepted him.

The person in front of Qin Duàn had a brief encounter with him before and didn’t want to pay attention to him at the moment. However, he couldn’t defy the orders of his superior and reluctantly said, “The Master has entered seclusion and won’t come out until three days later. Before leaving, he instructed us not to let you take a step outside.”

“Seclusion? Why was he fine yesterday and suddenly decided to go into seclusion today?”

“I don’t know… The Master goes into seclusion in the forbidden area on the back mountain during these days every year, and no one else is allowed to disturb him.”

If it were just this year, Qin Duàn would suspect that this guy was trying to escape due to fear, but if it happened every year… it became a bit suspicious.

Moreover, even if he was in seclusion, why would they confine him like this?

Or could it be that there was something undisclosed about that back mountain?

For a moment, Qin Duàn couldn’t figure out whether the other person wanted him to go or not. After all, after staying here for some time, he had learned about the rules of this place. In the words of the servants, the back mountain was an absolutely forbidden place, a location where the slaughtered demons from the Shiyu Hall were sealed. It was ominous, dangerous, and strictly off-limits to everyone…

These words might deceive others, but they couldn’t deceive him.

Qin Duàn remained silent but later, after returning to his room, he set up a small illusionary sound formation at the door, allowing him to hear any movement from outside, whether there were people there or not.

After finishing, he folded a yellow talisman into a paper crane, pointed its eyes with a drop of his blood, and gently tossed it into the air. The paper crane flapped its wings a few times, becoming like a real bird, rubbing its head against his palm.

Qin Duàn opened the window and threw it outside.

The paper crane soared into the sky and leisurely flew towards the back mountain.

He sat back on the bed, crossed his legs, and circulated his qi.

His field of vision shifted, connecting to the paper crane through the two drops of his blood. Qin Duàn overlooked the entire mansion from a high vantage point, from the courtyard to the small stream, and behind the rockery… the so-called forbidden back mountain. The paper crane circled in the air for a few laps, and Qin Duàn saw a stone stele standing near the exit. It was inscribed with blood-red calligraphy: “Sealed Demon Ground.”

If it were just a few words, the paper crane could have approached, but as it got closer, sparks ignited on its wings, and it quickly backed away.

With a thought, Qin Duàn controlled the paper crane to go back and forth several times, roughly understanding the height of the restriction. Then he folded two more and released them.

The three paper cranes flew slowly around the back mountain, and with a broad view, Qin Duàn could see everything on the ground… except for a small cave, only the altar at the top of the mountain remained, and nothing else.

To his surprise, it turned out to be relatively simple. After pondering for a moment, Qin Duàn approached the altar. Just as he wanted to investigate further, his vision blurred, and the connection was abruptly severed.

He withdrew his divine sense and found himself covered in sweat, panting heavily. After catching his breath, he tried to use his divine sense again, but he didn’t dare to get closer to the altar. Instead, he circled high in the sky.

There were formations set up around the altar, and even the paper cranes were not enough to break through. Qin Duàn didn’t force it and simply lit one paper crane on fire, using its ashes as a marker for easy identification when he returned.

After finishing these preparations, he didn’t linger any longer. He controlled the last remaining paper crane to fly back. But before it could travel a few meters, he sensed a powerful force coming from behind. The overwhelming bloody aura gave him goosebumps.

The paper crane was instantly torn apart by that force, and the last trace of his divine sense returned to his body. Qin Duàn gasped heavily, his heart beating rapidly.

More than fear, he felt excitement.

Because that power… he was too familiar with it. So familiar that for a moment, he couldn’t even remember what it was, but he was absolutely certain that it belonged to him. That’s why it responded so intensely after his essence blood was used up, disregarding everything else and surging back.

Thinking of the massive stone stele at the entrance and the rumors spread by the servants, Qin Duàn took a deep breath and decided that he had to venture into the forbidden area.

…Because inside, there was a high possibility of what truly belonged to him being sealed.

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