Chapter 983: A Famous Name

But now that she thought about it, she hadn’t given them her full name. They only knew her surname was Ye.

And since this bunch was panicking after losing the Treasure Pavilion, they hadn’t looked into Ye Wenxin’s background.

Seeing Sister Hong still venting, Ye Wenxin forced out a question.

“Oh? What did they do that was so awful?”

Sister Hong told her about the Cozy Pavilion swaggering and actively poaching people around the Treasure Pavilion today. Qian Duoduo had learned that Ye Wenxin was a bona fide Celestial Master, and she was staying at Sister Hong’s place with the capable Han Shanxue. So, after being thoroughly humiliated, he, the richest person in the Golden Age Dynasty, had dropped by to build connections.

Qian Duoduo quickly swayed Han Shanxue, the moneygrubber. Now, he just needed Ye Wenxin’s agreement, and he’d have their cooperation for a while longer.

“Celestial Master Ye, would you be willing to lend a hand?” Seeing Ye Wenxin still deep in thought, Qian Duoduo grew impatient. He fiddled with the jade ring on his finger as if reminding himself of his considerable financial power.

Ye Wenxin cleared her throat, not rushing to respond. Instead, she asked, “Up to this point, have I ever told any of you my full name?”

“You don’t need to. We all know— Hang on, I just thought of something.” The storyteller was the first to put two and two together. He recalled rumors of the Cozy Gang opening shops in various places, and the name Cozy Pavilion differed by only one word. He had dismissed it as a coincidence before. But seeing Ye Wenxin’s evasiveness now, he realized it might not be a coincidence after all.

He wanted to say something but held back due to certain concerns and looked at Ye Wenxin.

The storyteller’s sudden thoughtfulness irritated Ye Wenxin. She smiled thinly, having no other choice but to tell everyone.

“My full name is Ye Wenxin—Ye as in leaf, Wenxin as in staying true to one’s heart.” Ye Wenxin introduced herself seriously.

However, everyone looked unperturbed, as if the name Ye Wenxin meant nothing to them.

“Celestial Master Ye has a fine name.” Qian Duoduo even flattered her as though he had no idea the person he was casually chatting with was the Cozy Pavilion’s true owner.

Had something happened that caused everyone to misunderstand her introduction?

Ye Wenxin grew even more confused. She had returned to her original body and could no longer use mind-reading, so she had no idea what nonsense these people were thinking.

The others also seemed not to understand what she was trying to say. They exchanged glances, almost urging Ye Wenxin to reveal her true identity herself.

The storyteller frantically signaled to Ye Wenxin with his eyes before casually changing the subject. Despite her confusion, Ye Wenxin didn’t press the issue. After dinner ended, she finally pulled the storyteller aside.

“Senior Brother Mei, why didn’t you tell them about me?”

“I thought you didn’t want people to know, Junior Sister Ye. So I didn’t say anything,” the storyteller replied in surprise. He assumed Ye Wenxin had chosen not to reveal herself because she didn’t wish to.

Ye Wenxin felt speechless but still curious enough to say, “I should be somewhat famous in the Martial World by now. Why do they act like they’ve never heard of me?”

The storyteller opened his folding fan and quietly replied, “I think it might be because of a misunderstanding.”

“Misunderstanding? What is there to misunderstand about me?”

“The name Ye Wenxin has spread far and wide. You’re a true disciple of the Azure Wings Sect’s current Sect Master and the goddaughter of Green Isle Manor’s Madam Yu. You founded the Cozy Gang and established Cozy Pavilions in numerous locations.”

“However, your name is Wenxin, and the name Cozy Pavilion is a pun on your name. Hence, everyone thinks the gang leader’s name is Ye Wenxin, but with the Wenxin for Cozy. There are also rumors you’re a hopeless flirt, laying with ten beauties every day.”

As the storyteller shared all the rumors about her, Ye Wenxin realized she’d become a mythical figure, and not in a positive way.

In hindsight, though, she did tell Fatty to downplay her identity. Since she might need to run off any time, she intended to leave the Cozy Gang to him. He probably kept her instructions in mind, but… why paint her assuch a condemnable character?

“But Junior Sister Ye, I’ve always wanted to ask. Are those rumors true? You and your master Jin Xiaoqin, Senior Sister Gu Xiangsi, Senior Sister Long Qing’er… oh, and Fairy Fengya. Which parts are real?” The storyteller couldn’t resist asking her a barrage of questions.

Ye Wenxin didn’t want to talk anymore.

“Junior Sister Ye, if there’s nothing else, I’ll head out now. Please have mercy on us when we visit the Cozy Pavilion tomorrow.” Seeing her darkening face, the storyteller quickly excused himself.

Reality gave Ye Wenxin no time to be properly upset. “Wait—tomorrow? So soon?”

“Of course,” the storyteller replied confusedly. “We only have time tomorrow. The recruitment is the day after.”

He thought Ye Wenxin was playing dumb to bait the Treasure Pavilion into conflict with the Cozy Pavilion. Then, amidst the chaos, she’d annex the former.

But Ye Wenxin’s puzzled expression made him suspect he’d misunderstood something.

“Go, then. I’ll think about this myself.” Ye Wenxin waved him off. She didn’t want to talk with the storyteller any longer, worried it’d only give him more fuel to cook up another elaborate drama around her.

She had a comfortable life now and didn’t need money urgently enough to make a move on the Treasure Pavilion. Besides, if the balance between Treasure Pavilion and Cozy Pavilion crumbled, it would lead to even more trouble.

Ye Wenxin pondered on the Cozy Pavilion’s provocation. Someone must be stirring things up behind the scenes. Maybe Long Qingyue got bored and used her name to punish Treasure Pavilion. Or it was some other faction deliberately sowing discord.

She could think of two likely culprits who had just arrived in the imperial capital.

Ye Wenxin frowned slightly as she absentmindedly walked toward her room.

“Master? What brings you here?”She was surprised to find Han Shanxue at her door. Her veiled face was as cold as always. She wore all black, making yesterday’s slightly vibrant ensemble seem like a rare exception saved for special occasions.

“I came to check on your cultivation,” Han Shanxue replied coolly. She reached out, and the door to Ye Wenxin’s room automatically unlocked and swung open.

Han Shanxue stepped inside first. Finding a spot to sit, she began meditating to circulate her qi. Her eagerness seemed like a silent accusation at Ye Wenxin for spending the whole day out and not taking her master seriously.