Rebirth As A Human Cauldron Chapter 3

Warning: Mature Content! Non-consensual sex! 

Chapter 3 

During Qin Duan’s momentary distraction, the fierce battle on the other side had escalated into a white-hot stage. Several individuals realized that their ordinary attacks were futile, so they resorted to using their ultimate skills. Suddenly, the sky darkened as black clouds surged, accompanied by lightning bolts striking down upon Feng Lie’s head. Simultaneously, one person tossed out a dozen talismans, their hands forming intricate seals while chanting incantations. The paper charms flew out as directed, scattering around Feng Lie, and with a single clap, they ignited and formed interconnecting pillars of blazing fire, completely encircling him, making escape impossible.

At the same time, another person, with both hands on the ground, unleashed a radiant glow from their palms. The earth churned, and in an instant, a massive hand materialized, fiercely slamming down towards Feng Lie…

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The one controlling the earth also gained no advantage. The gigantic earthen mass was immediately encased in thick ice, and a bone-chilling frost spread rapidly. In an instant, even their hands were frozen stiff. Letting out a miserable scream, they withdrew their gestures, but two fingers were left behind, frozen on the ground, cut cleanly as if by a sword.

At the same time, a white light burst forth from the frost, directly colliding with the massive thunder column above, piercing through the firmament!

After this sword strike, the black clouds twisted and rolled, creating a massive gap within, which then transformed into a swirling vortex. The thunder’s radiance instantly dissipated, and along with the disappearance of the dark clouds, nothing was left.

Feng Lie swung his sword around, dispersing the wind and snow, and dispersing the dense purple mist. The air around them became slightly fresher. The person holding the cauldron was forced to retreat, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

With the sword’s momentum withdrawn, Feng Lie hovered in the air. The other few individuals’ bodies stiffened, and a blood spot appeared on their foreheads. Falling to the ground, their eyes widened in disbelief.

Five lives were lost in the blink of an eye. Qin Duan retracted his blood talisman and was about to step forward when he suddenly felt a rush of cold wind, and something icy clamped tightly onto his wrist.

He raised his head and met Feng Lie’s blood-red eyes directly.

In the next moment, Qin Duan was pressed down by a tremendous force, and immediately the figure of the other person pressed onto him. The chill in the air had not yet dissipated, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

The bodies of the several individuals still lay not far away, and a faint smell of blood lingered in the air, blending with the icy aura emanating from Feng Lie’s body, creating an atmosphere as dangerous and sharp as a blood-stained blade. 

Qin Duàn wanted to struggle, but his opponent firmly choked his neck, causing a suffocating sensation. He gasped for breath with difficulty, and then suddenly, a chill ran through him. His clothes were torn off mercilessly, and his fair legs were pried open. Without any lubrication, a finger was inserted.

Qin Duàn’s body jerked violently, and his waist and abdomen arched slightly due to the pain. The bun at the back of his head was already in disarray, and his long hair, mixed with cold sweat, clung to his oxygen-deprived, reddened face, giving him a disheveled appearance.

Feng Lie’s chilling aura was in disarray, and the blood-red eyes no longer held their previous calmness, leaving only desire and madness.

The cold fingers moved in and out of his an*s, ruthlessly prying open the tightly closed folds, stimulating the mucous membrane inside, causing it to contract. Qin Duàn weakly tried to remove the hand on his neck, but his mind was blank, and he could only struggle hard, attempting to catch a breath.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, and liquid oozed from his rear Qin Duàn didn’t know if it was blood, but at least it brought some relief… With the second finger entering, the hand on his neck loosened slightly. He quickly opened his mouth to gasp for air, his vision darkening, and a buzzing sound ringing in his ears, as if he had truly experienced death.

This time, Feng Lie had even less patience than before. After a few rushed movements, he replaced his fingers with his private part. Qin Duàn, still suffering from lack of oxygen, felt dizzy. At the moment, he only sensed his b*ttocks being lifted, and a scorching object pressed against the painful entrance, penetrating inside.

It felt as if he was being torn apart, and the pain made his whole body tremble. Tears flowed uncontrollably, and even his profanity came out as gasps of pain, intermittent and mixed with sobs.

The hand choking his neck released at some point and moved downward, leaving behind a bruised patch on his exposed chest. Qin Duàn kept gasping for breath, a glimmer of determination flashed in his teary eyes. He raised his hand with all his remaining strength and struck the person’s face forcefully.

With a crisp sound, Feng Lie was knocked to the side, his body stiffened, and his movements came to a halt.

Qin Duàn spat out a turbid breath, grabbed the other person’s long hair, and said fiercely, “Damn it… wake the hell up… mhm…” Before he could finish speaking, Feng Lie’s p*nis suddenly twitched inside him. Qin Duàn let out a low moan, clenching the black hair in his hand, his waist and abdomen arched, and the base of his thighs tightened.

Turning around, the blood in Feng Lie’s eyes hadn’t entirely dissipated, but it had dulled somewhat. With one hand pinning Qín Duàn to the ground and restraining his opponent’s hand from striking again, he took a step back before thrusting forcefully once more —

“Ah…!” Qín Duàn couldn’t hold back and let out a cry of pain.

Looking down from his elevated position, Feng Lie gazed at Qín Duàn’s slightly contorted face, a subtle change in his expression. He couldn’t help but lean down and plant a kiss on the pulsating temple.

“…I’m sorry.”

Despite his words, there was no hint of mercy in his actions. The impact of his hips against Qín Duàn’s rear resounded like a series of smacks, the force seemingly enough to shatter the man’s internal organs. Qín Duàn’s eyes rolled back, and he continued to whimper, his body secreting fluid from his rear, numbing the pain with time. The invasive object that had thoroughly penetrated his intestines caused involuntary contractions.

With overwhelming pleasure surging through him, the erect organ at the forefront began to tremble and throb, rubbing and releasing fluids between their abdomens, only to be encircled by a frigid hand and mechanically manipulated.

Feng Lie kissed the reddened corner of the man’s eyes again, gradually softening his approach. He caressed Qín Duàn’s ar*usal, skillfully finding the sensitive spots within him. With each thrust, he could see Qín Duàn convulsing, his opening slightly gaping, releasing transparent fluids that gradually dripped onto the hand.

Qín Duàn felt as if he was floating at times, only to suddenly plummet. The pleasure numbed his nerves, even pain turning into unbearable itchiness… It felt like countless ants crawling inside his blood vessels, creating a restless heat. The only way he could find some relief was to cling tightly to Feng Lie’s cold body and even shamelessly rub against him.

Biting his lips until they bled, Qín Duàn attempted to regain clarity, but he couldn’t resist the onslaught of the climax. Bright light consumed his vision.

“You once lost your five senses due to the Asura Body Refinement, but now all five senses are intact. The differences between them, you must experience for yourself…”

Damn the Heavenly Dao.

He thought so, and then his eyes rolled back, losing consciousness completely.

…

As consciousness gradually returned, Qín Duàn awoke slowly and, upon opening his eyes, couldn’t help but give a bitter smile.

What the f*ck… Are they seriously toying with me?

He couldn’t help but think helplessly as he surveyed the surroundings — a simple and crude cave, devoid of even basic furniture, with bloodlines spreading on the black rocks. The only spot close to the exit was covered in messy runes. After a quick inspection, Qín Duàn confirmed that this was the enchantment he had lived in for fifteen years within the Abyssal Demon Cavern.

Moreover, this is not reality.

He reached out to touch anything in his line of sight, and everything passed through without any obstruction—was this another trick of fate? Qin Duan curled his lips, thinking, “Can’t you just let me be dizzy in peace?”

And then, the next moment, the runes were activated by someone’s touch, and a slender, young figure appeared at the door, respectfully saying, “Senior, it’s time…”

In response, there came a voice from behind Qin Duan. He turned his head and saw a more familiar face.

It was his own face.

Qin Duan felt his vision blur for a moment, and when it cleared again, the surroundings had completely changed.

It was still the same two people as before, but they were now dressed in new clothes, looking much more respectable.

One figure in black walked ahead, followed closely by the figure in white. Qin Duan watched as these two individuals walked toward him, passing right through him.

“Senior Qin, you’ve helped me greatly over these three years. Now that you’re out, I don’t know how to repay you…”

“No need.”

“It can’t be like that. If it weren’t for Senior’s help back then, I would have died in the mouth of a monster…”

“I said no need.” The slightly hoarse voice sounded a bit impatient, but when faced with the naked admiration in the other person’s eyes, it softened suddenly.

The figure in black reached out and touched the young man’s head gently, speaking in a tender tone, “Do you still remember the words I told you at the beginning?”

“Never trust anyone.”

Qin Duan looked expressionless at the white clothes stained with blood and the gradually dimming brightness in the young man’s bright starry eyes.

It was so hard to believe—so naive to think that three years of companionship could change so much. But he had forgotten one thing: as long as he left that isolated place, it would become the biggest chasm between them.

That was their stance.

Rather than ending up hurting each other in the end, it would be better to take the initiative and sever it first, so as not to… delay him.

The young man held onto his hand tightly, asking with a broken voice why, until he lost consciousness, without getting the answer he wanted.

As the scene blurred once again, Qin Duan suddenly understood that these were painful memories.

Why was he seeing this? Was it the work of fate, or…

Within the Xuanzong Sect (Gate).

The young man, dressed in the sect’s attire, looked pale, his eyes shimmering with profound light. He knelt on the ground like a sharpened sword, sharp and resolute, showing no signs of weakness.

“Disciple wishes to cultivate the Heartless Path, please lend me your assistance, Master!”

With each repetition, he would bow down, his head knocking against the ground, making dull sounds, one after another… Over two hundred kowtows, until his forehead bled, and the fresh crimson liquid traced his young face and stained the embroidered neckline red.

For those who chose to cultivate the Heartless Path, they needed the assistance of a powerful expert in the Yuanying stage or above to extract and refine their seven souls, eliminating the seven emotions and six desires, leaving only the pursuit of the Dao.

Practitioners of this path had no emotions or desires, which prevented inner demons from arising and allowed for a smooth cultivation journey. However, just the soul-extraction alone carried significant risks. If the practitioner’s will was not firm enough, there was a high chance of soul dispersion, preventing them from reincarnation and achieving rebirth.

On the three-hundred-first kowtow, the solid ground cracked, blood flowed down the young man’s face, but his gaze remained unwavering, as resolute as ever.

“Disciple wishes to cultivate the Heartless Path, please lend me your assistance, Master!”

“Disciple wishes to cultivate the Heartless Path, please lend me your assistance, Master!”

“Disciple wishes to cultivate the Heartless Path, please lend me your assistance, Master!”

“Master… I rely on you.”

The memory abruptly stopped.

Qin Duan sat up abruptly from the darkness, gasping heavily, his heart pounding in his ears, an intensity he had never experienced before.

The young man’s clear and slightly hoarse voice seemed to linger, causing his heart to skip a beat. He touched his chest, feeling as if it was just an illusion.

What on earth is going on… Qin Duan’s face darkened, taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

“…Awake?”

The voice of Feng Lie suddenly resounded, startling Qin Duan, who looked up at him.

Perhaps his gaze was too complicated, causing the other person to slightly turn his head away. “I was in the wrong before.”

“…”

“The wound has been treated. If it still hurts, let me know.”

“…”

“I can promise you one thing within my abilities,” he spoke with a cold tone, yet his demeanor was quite serious, “as long as it doesn’t go against humanity.”

Qin Duan squinted his eyes and motioned him to come closer. Owing to an apologetic sentiment, Feng Lie took a few steps forward and half-knelt in front of him.

“I’ll only ask you a few questions,” Qin Duan said, staring into the calm eyes of the other, trying to detect any clues.

“Why did you fall into the demonic path?”

Feng Lie looked at him fixedly, then after a moment, he lowered his gaze.

“…For someone.”

“Who?”

“…An old acquaintance.”

“Do you love him?”

His thin lips trembled slightly, and Feng Lie took a deep breath before answering word by word:

“…I admire him.”

An indescribable emotion surged within Qin Duan. It had been a long time since he felt this restless, as if he were an inexperienced young boy, unconsciously urging for further clarification.

He lifted the other person’s chin, wishing he could vent the fire in his heart on the other’s face. “So where is he now?”

“…”

Feng Lie remained silent, but a hint of killing intent flickered in his eyes as he stared at Qin Duan. Observing this, Qin Duan smirked maliciously.

“So, he’s dead, right?”

“He was struck by over eighty Heavenly Tribulations, shattered into pieces—”

The next moment, his throat tightened as Feng Lie grabbed him by the neck, pressing him against the wall, his eyes filled with bloodlust.

Suffocation overwhelmed him, but beyond that, he felt a sharp intent to kill targeting every vulnerable point on his body. With a single thought from Feng Lie, he would be torn apart into a meaty pulp in an instant…

This was the closest he had been to death since his reincarnation, but instead of fear, Qin Duan felt not a shred of it; he even wanted to burst into laughter.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Feng Lie said, slowly tightening his grip, as if wanting to crush Qin Duan’s neck bones.

“Don’t force me.”

Suddenly, Feng Lie released his hold, and Qin Duan slumped down the wall, coughing violently.

…How is it that I’m forcing you? He thought amidst his coughing. “Damn, isn’t this just paying off a debt?”

Yet, he didn’t know how this debt could ever be fully repaid.

In this encounter, Qin Duan finally realized that the memory of his first encounter with Feng Lie, even after thousands of years, still lay dormant in some corner of his soul, slightly dusty but not lacking brilliance.

A surge of blood rose in his throat, and Qin Duan swallowed hard, closing his eyes.

Feng Lie placed his palm on Qin Duan’s heaving abdomen, infusing true energy into his body, alleviating the pain he felt. In a matter of seconds, even the strangulation marks on his throat disappeared, completely restored.

After finishing all this, Feng Lie stood up and looked down at Qin Duan, coldly saying, “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you said just now. If there’s anything you need me to do, feel free to ask.”

Qin Duan chuckled, his voice hoarse. “How about letting me go?”

“…Absolutely not,” Feng Lie replied, taking a step closer, extending his hand again. “Come, you still have time to ponder.”

Qin Duan shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

Rising on his sword, the night breeze tousled his disheveled hair, obscuring even the silhouette of the person before him.

Qin Duan tied his long hair behind his head and rubbed his face vigorously.

The inexplicable palpitations in his chest hadn’t yet subsided, as if something was tugging at his beating heart. This feeling was subtle, and he couldn’t label it as either good or bad, but it was undoubtedly something he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Back then, his dantian was shattered, and his meridians were severed, leaving him in the demonic realm to fend for himself. After a struggle, his body was devoured by demonic creatures. It was only through a desperate counterattack and swallowing the demonic creature’s inner core that he managed to survive, albeit barely.

The demonic core’s power, after entering his body, surged within his completely ruined meridians, resembling an endless and cruel punishment. Fortunately, he possessed a pure yin constitution and an excellent talent as a heavenly water cultivator. With his dantian destroyed and cultivation completely gone, there was no pure true essence to oppose the demonic energy. In the end, he barely clung to life.

However, during that ordeal, most of Qin Duan’s body was devoured by the demonic beasts. He could only rely on the simplest body refinement technique from his memory, using the demonic core as a medium to absorb the surrounding demonic energy…

In the end, the body he refined lacked all five senses. He had no sense of smell, taste, touch, or pain, and his body temperature was extremely low. His bones were brittle, and his heartbeat was barely discernible—like a walking corpse.

Yet, he had managed to survive.

The initial body refinement process took him five years, followed by another five years to stabilize it, and another five years to cleanse the residual bloodthirsty aura within him.

Feng Lie was the only human he encountered in these hellish fifteen years.

That young man was exceptionally young, with an intact body, outstanding character, trained under a renowned sect, and a rare genius in the path of sword cultivation…

Just like Qin Duan before he fell into the demonic realm.

At that time, Qin Duan was filled with hatred. He didn’t even know when he would go insane, but he was certain that if he did, he would slaughter everything in sight.

However, Feng Lie didn’t see him that way. He respected and admired him without knowing what kind of monster lurked inside him, or what terrifying deeds he might commit…

That led to what happened next.

Afterward, he slaughtered all his enemies but remained deeply trapped in hatred. In his pursuit of liberation, he cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness Heart Sutra, transforming great love into the absence of hatred, shifting from passionate emotions to utter indifference.

Years later, the two met again. Qin Duan had already overcome his emotions and enmity, and his demonic body had become numb and unfeeling. Even when injured or betrayed, he felt no pain. Gradually, he had grown accustomed to this state.

Qin Duan believed that in this life, he would never understand what love truly meant. But now, the will of the heavens told him that there were still emotional tribulations he had not yet crossed, and karmic debts yet to be repaid.

Thus, he was thrown back into this body that seemed even more sensitive than an average person’s. Once again, he tasted the unfamiliar waves of emotions, making it challenging for him to remain composed. Within his body, it felt as if a fire was burning, leaving him extremely restless and agitated, but with no outlet to release it.

Gritting his silver teeth, Qin Duan’s gaze wandered aimlessly, paying little attention to the scenery passing beneath his feet as he circled around. In the end, his eyes settled on Feng Lie.

He had never imagined that the strike from all those years ago would cause this man’s attachment to run so deep. Even with his emotions sealed away, Feng Lie would still fall into madness upon his death.

But this profound affection remained unspoken, leaving Qin Duan to only sense the freezing cold whenever he thought of this man.

So, if this man were to find out that he was indeed Qin Duan, how would he react?

Would he be filled with regret? Or would he break down in tears? At the very least, he wouldn’t continue to treat him with such indifference as he did now.

As Qin Duan pondered, a sudden excitement overcame him. He roughly pulled at the cuff of Feng Lie’s sleeve and leaned in closer.

“—“

But not a single sound came out.

Confused, Qin Duan tried to speak again, only to be met with a sharp pain that almost caused him to lose his balance on the flying sword. His vision darkened, and his head throbbed.

Vaguely, he recalled the final words of the will of the heavenly dao —

“This is the heavenly secrets, and it must not be revealed.”

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