Chapter 950: Acting Weak is Not Easy

Sister Hong had no idea about all that. She pointed toward a distant door, where a few guards stood watch.

“Celestial Master Ye, it’s over there.”

But as they approached, the guards immediately took a defensive stance and warned them, “The boss is currently in a meeting with Priest Wang.”

Sister Hong had become the Treasure Pavilion’s manager not only because of her strength but also her powerful background. Even Qian Duoduo would usually show her some respect. She felt displeased seeing that such an important meeting had started without her.

“So what? Move aside!”

“The boss said this matter doesn’t concern you, Sister Hong,” the guard replied, still blocking the path with his arm. His aura shifted. These guards wouldn’t hesitate to act if she tried to force her way in.

Sister Hong felt like she had lost their trust. Her expression darkened, and she struck without holding back.

The two guards didn’t dare harm her but still managed to suppress her, refusing to let her through. Ye Wenxin watched them leave the door unguarded in favor of pointless infighting. She lightly knocked on it and sensed a chill from within.

Ye Wenxin kicked the door open and strode quickly into the room. She saw Qian Duoduo and Priest Wang, their faces deathly pale, with lifeless eyes fixed on her.

The guards and Sister Hong heard the noise. They turned toward the room and immediately noticed the pair’s unnatural state.

“What the hell is going on here?!”

“They’ve been possessed,” Ye Wenxin replied with a sigh. Pulling two purification talismans from her bag of holding, she pressed them firmly onto their foreheads. The evil spirits reacted instantly, but Ye Wenxin shielded herself with qi much faster, blasting the possessed pair into the wall.

Before they got up, Ye Wenxin slapped the purification talismans onto them again. The two began to convulse violently, black liquid oozing from their mouths.

The liquid smelled unbearably foul, like rotting corpses. Seeing Sister Hong and the guards frozen in shock, Ye Wenxin pulled out a fan to disperse the smell. “Open the windows,” she reminded.

That finally snapped the guards out of it, and they rushed to do as told. Sister Hong stepped up beside Ye Wenxin, watching the two twitching constantly. Concernedly, she asked, “They’re not going to die, are they?”

“If we’d arrived fifteen minutes later, they probably would have,” Ye Wenxin answered bluntly. Ignoring Sister Hong’s grim expression, she took out the golden, swiftly writing “Scram” on Qian Duoduo and Priest Wang’s bodies.

Their convulsions intensified. Then, visible to the naked eye, two black masses wriggled out of their mouths—thick like clumps of black mud, and the stench became more prominent.

“These are corpse-raisers,” Ye Wenxin explained lazily. “They drain a person’s life force and slowly turn them into half-human, half-corpse beings.”

The guards and Sister Hong had gone white with fear. They had never seen anything like this and didn’t know what to do.

Sensing their fear, the two corpse-raisers suddenly darted away from Ye Wenxin to possess the guards instead.

“White! Black!” Ye Wenxin called.

In a blink, the two furballs had the corpse-raisers pinned on the floor, each using only a paw.

“Those are…?”

Sister Hong once again questioned whether Ye Wenxin had lied to her. Everything she did earlier and these mysterious beasts overturned her understanding of exorcism.

She suspected that Ye Wenxin was a secret big shot. Of course, she didn’t dare ask. She could only stare at the two pinned corpse-raisers, worried they might escape.

“Kill them,” Ye Wenxin ordered coldly. She didn’t want to risk these corpse-raisers harming anyone else.

But the furballs looked up at her instead, speaking to her via telepathy.

“Master, these things are tasty and sweet.”

“……”

“Tasty… *cough.* Eat as much as you want, then.”

Ye Wenxin nearly forgot that these furballs were Colored Flags and Ghost Mother could be considered their birth mother. No wonder they always caught ghosts to play with. As it turned out, it was for eating.

After receiving Ye Wenxin’s approval, White and Black summoned the others. All eight furballs devoured the two corpse-raisers down to the last scrap. They wore blissful expressions, but the scene was more than a little disturbing for the humans watching.

It was Ye Wenxin’s first time seeing the furballs eat anything besides pure Yin energy. She watched a little longer, struggling to believe corpse-raisers tasted like black sesame tangyuan.

“Ahem, stop staring. Carry those two to the first floor,” Ye Wenxin said, quickly changing the subject. “Also, gather everyone else. Yin energy has already spread upstairs. The upper floors aren’t safe anymore.”

The guards, now convinced of her capabilities, immediately nodded and carried the two unconscious men away.

Ye Wenxin followed them downstairs, only to catch Sister Hong staring at her even more openly than before.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ye Wenxin asked, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

“Celestial Master Ye, didn’t you say writing one character takes a lot of energy? But you wrote two characters just now and didn’t even break a sweat.” Sister Hong recalled how effortlessly the whole process had gone. It made her suspect Ye Wenxin had claimed she could help only one person because she didn’t want the hassle.

Ye Wenxin inwardly cringed. Still, she pretended to totter and cough. “Yes, it’s super exhausting… I think I’m about to faint. Quick, catch me.”

She shamelessly fell toward Sister Hong.

Startled, Sister Hong hurriedly caught her before quickly composing herself. Whether Ye Wenxin was a big shot or just playing one, she’d been helping her out of goodwill, with no strings attached. Questioning her would be petty on Sister Hong’s part.

The more she thought about it, the guiltier she felt.

Looking at Ye Wenxin leaning against her with seemingly weak legs, Sister Hong offered, “Celestial Master Ye, let me carry you downstairs.” She was determined to repay Ye Wenxin’s kindness with whatever strength she had.

Thinking Ye Wenxin would agree, she prepared to sweep her off her feet in a princess carry.

But Ye Wenxin suddenly strode away like nothing had happened, quickly leaving Sister Hong several paces behind.

“……”

“Leaning against a beauty like you must’ve magically restored my strength,” Ye Wenxin awkwardly explained herself.

It wasn’t that she feared being princess carried. However, Ghost Mother and Long Qingyue were downstairs. If those two saw her happily letting Sister Hong carry her, that happiness might bite her a million times worse in the future.

Ye Wenxin didn’t dare risk it.

“Are you really alright…?” Sister Hong asked again.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Ye Wenxin waved her hand dismissively. “But I can’t use any more of my power.”

Sister Hong still didn’t believe her. Taking Ye Wenxin’s hand, she earnestly said, “Lean on me if you feel unwell. No matter what happens, I’ll catch you.”