Chapter 928: What Color Am I?

Sister Hong immediately rejected the idea. “No. Celestial Master Ye only has three years of experience. She is not a match for those ghosts.”

“But…”

The guard worriedly tried to convince her.

“No ‘buts.’ I’m investing in her future. How could I ever face her mentor if she dies for nothing here?” Even though Sister Hong had her reasons for keeping Ye Wenxin here, she still had a conscience.

If Ye Wenxin were to be honest, she would’ve remained indifferent had Sister Hong not treated her so well. But the young woman had helped her, and walking away after that felt wrong.

Liuli overheard the conversation from a distance. She also thought about how Sister Hong had helped them earlier. Leaning in, she whispered to Ye Wenxin, “Master, why don’t we help her?”

Ye Wenxin turned her head and saw the concern on Liuli’s face. She bent down slightly and asked, “Do you like this big sister?”

Liuli shook her head.

“Then why do you want to help her?” asked Ye Wenxin, genuinely curious about her motivation.

“I can tell she’s a kind person,” Liuli replied.

Ye Wenxin laughed softly. “You can’t judge someone by appearances. For all you know, she might be thinking about eating up a pretty little thing like you right this moment.”

Liuli’s thinking was too naïve. Not knowing how long they’d be together gave Ye Wenxin all the more reason to teach her how to judge people.

“Master, do you know why there are eight of us furballs?”

Instead of letting Ye Wenxin’s teasing sidetrack her, Liuli asked a question that had long puzzled Ye Wenxin.

People in this world favored the number ten far more than eight. There were ten great dynasties and immortal sects, ten famed beauties, ten masters, ten divine weapons, and so on. And in Ye Wenxin’s previous daily life, numbers like four and seven rarely came up. Yet, there were eight Colored Flags, some of which Ye Wenxin didn’t even know the use of.

So, having no conclusion after thinking about it, she answered, “I don’t,” and waited for Liuli’s explanation.

“Like how Master always talks about the color of someone’s luck, we furballs each have a color representing a personality trait. White stands for the ordinary and conjures illusions, making dreams come true. Black represents darkness, commanding chaos… And I saw Miss Hong trigger a reaction in Red.” (The Hong in Sister Hong means “red”, btw.)

“In other words, she’s someone passionate like fire?”

The red furball commanded flames and had nothing to do with bloodshed. Ye Wenxin thought Liuli’s ability to read people was similar to her luck vision. The difference was that her luck vision worked on a grander scale, while Liuli’s sense focused on people’s personalities.

Still, the more abilities Ye Wenxin had at her disposal, the better.

Liuli looked like she was waiting to be praised. Ye Wenxin couldn’t bear to brush her off as she often did Ghost Mother.

“Liuli, what color am I?” she asked.

Liuli’s eyes swept up and down her body before quickly arriving at an answer.

“Yellow.”

“???”

Ye Wenxin had mentally prepared for any answer. Even black would’ve been acceptable. But to learn she shared a category with Yellow, who couldn’t stop ogling at girls all day, upset her a little.

“No, it should be White. Wait, now it’s Red. Master, they’re all reacting to you!” Liuli suddenly realized that all eight furballs were responding at once, and she panicked.

“Of course they are. I’m your master now. It’d be stranger if they didn’t,” Ye Wenxin said. She stroked Liuli’s head just as Sister Hong returned.

This time, she carried a box containing the eight finished bells.

“Celestial Master Ye, your bells are ready,” Sister Hong said with a professional smile.

Ye Wenxin walked over. Liuli clung to her arm, communicating something with her eyes.

“Alright, I get it,” Ye Wenxin relented.

“Hm? What’s going on?” Sister Hong asked, confused about their subtle interaction.

Ye Wenxin opened the box. “Let me take a look at the finished products.”

Liuli’s eyes gleamed upon seeing the eight bells inside, itching to wear them around her neck.

“Be patient. We’ll put them on later.”

Ye Wenxin grabbed the collar of Liuli’s robe and pulled her close, worried the excited girl might split into the eight furballs in front of Sister Hong. As adorable as the cat-like furballs were, even the cutest thing in the haunted Treasure Pavilion might be considered a ghost.

Sister Hong covered her mouth as she laughed. “I can understand Miss Liuli’s excitement. Here, the red cords come as a bonus.”

Liuli looked more adorable the longer she looked at her. She tried to touch her, but Liuli cautiously stepped back.

“Sorry, my sister’s just like that,” Ye Wenxin explained.

“It’s alright. I understand,” Sister Hong replied kindly. Although she was visibly disappointed, she still maintained professionalism.

Ye Wenxin held the red cords. They would do for ordinary people. However, she’d have to worry about the bells falling off if the furballs wore these while fighting. Ye Wenxin turned to the old man sitting nearby.

“Sir, do you sell chains made of pure silver?”

The elder looked puzzled. “Yes, but bells don’t need silver chains meant to ward off evil, do they?”

He himself wore a silver chain around his neck with a consecrated jade pendant that protected him from evil spirits.

“Let’s just say my sisters are mischievous. Regular red cords would break after a little roughhousing.”

“Well, you’re the customer, so it’s up to you. I’ll go take a look.” The old man rummaged through the drawers again. Before long, he pulled out a few silver chains. They looked delicate, not much sturdier than the red cords.

“Young lady, don’t say I’m trying to rip you off. These chains are fine as charms, but they won’t hold up much better against brute force. You should stick with the cords. Use them once, toss them out.”

For some reason, Ye Wenxin felt like a car was speeding past her whenever the old man talked. She understood his innuendo but had to pretend as if she didn’t.

Sister Hong gave her that strange look again. Ye Wenxin was getting a headache, so she figured she’d better offer a more complete explanation. “No, I’ve got a secret method to strengthen silver accessories.”

That piqued the old man’s curiosity. “Oh? And what method is that?”

Knowing it would be troublesome to explain in words, Ye Wenxin picked up a silver chain and pulled out her golden pen. “Allow me to show you, though it might not be much,” she said.