Realm of the Night God

Bai Xue's question, Yang Haoran did not give a positive answer, but Bai Xue already had the answer in her heart.

As Bai Xue put away the demonic pill, Yang Haoran also smiled and put the scale into his independent space.

Under Yang Haoran's urging, Bai Xue returned to her room. She needed to use the demonic pill she obtained to recover her consumed demonic spiritual power, and in the limited time, let her strength improve as much as possible.

After Bai Xue left, only Xiu Juan and Yang Haoran remained in the living room.

Yang Haoran also needed to prepare a little for this action, so he looked at Xiu Juan, ready to give her a few instructions and then attend to his own business, but before he could open his mouth, Xiu Juan spoke up first.

"Divine Envoy, can I go with you on this mission?"

Yang Haoran did not expect Xiu Juan to take the initiative to make such a request, which surprised him somewhat.

However, surprise or not, he had no intention of agreeing to Xiu Juan's request.

"This trip is bound to be full of danger, so you'd better not go." Yang Haoran refused without even thinking about it.

"I know my strength is limited, but I can set up illusions on the target, which will definitely have an effect. Besides, I've been with the Divine Envoy for so long, but I haven't been able to help with anything. I want to do something for the Divine Envoy." Xiu Juan said.

Yang Haoran glanced around the clean and tidy living room, then looked at Xiu Juan and smiled, "You've helped me a lot by keeping the house so clean, at least I don't have to spend time cleaning it up."

"Those are just small things, the Divine Envoy needn't take them to heart. I heard your conversation clearly earlier, and I think having me along might be useful." Xiu Juan continued.

"If I really take you with me, what about Xiaokang? Can you leave him alone at home without worrying?" Yang Haoran asked.

Mentioning Xiaokang, Xiu Juan's expression immediately changed, becoming hesitant.

Seeing this, Yang Haoran stood up with a smile and said, "You stay at home and take care of Xiaokang. This time, it will just be Bai Xue and me going. Not only will I not take you, but I won't take Old Wu either. If you really want to help me, wait until I find a way to improve your strength, then we'll talk."

Upon saying this, Yang Haoran suddenly remembered something and continued, "By the way, if something like this happens again in the future, remember not to confront them head-on. Try to escape first and save your life. Whether this house is lost or not doesn't really matter. If the house is gone, it can be rebuilt, but if your soul scatters, you'll really be dead. You've died once before, and if you die again, I won't be able to save you. It's a good thing today's demon hunter didn't come seeking revenge, otherwise, by the time I rushed back, I could only collect your corpse."

As the words fell, Yang Haoran smiled and looked towards a corner, where Xiaokang was secretly watching. Seeing that Yang Haoran had discovered him, he came out sheepishly.

In fact, everyone knew that Xiaokang had been secretly watching from the corner all along, including the sloppy man earlier, who had also sensed his presence. But no one took him seriously, so they were too lazy to bother with him.

"Uncle Yang, are you and Sister Bai Xue going out again? It'll be the New Year in two days," Xiaokang asked.

"You heard it all, didn't you? If this mission goes smoothly, we should be able to rush back tomorrow night. If it doesn't go smoothly, it's hard to say," Yang Haoran said with a smile.

"It will definitely go very smoothly. I believe in Uncle Yang and Sister Bai Xue's strength," Xiaokang answered without thinking, his tone full of certainty.

"Don't worry, it will definitely go smoothly," Yang Haoran didn't want to put any pressure on the child, so he answered with a relaxed expression, as if it were just a small matter for him.

Back in the study room, Yang Haoran called Xu Meijing to report that he was safe and briefly mentioned tomorrow's mission. In order not to make Xu Meijing worry, he also described the matter in relatively simple terms.

Xu Meijing was the same as usual, directly asking if he needed help. As always, Yang Haoran refused her kindness, not wanting to trouble her.

Xu Meijing did not insist, but at the end, she told Yang Haoran to contact her if he needed support.

On this point, Yang Haoran did not refuse and agreed readily.

After hanging up with Xu Meijing, Yang Haoran prepared to draw some talismans. Although his current strength could only draw some low-level yellow talismans with very limited power, it was better than nothing, and they might play a significant role at a critical moment.

His idea was simple: since the talismans he drew were of poor quality, he had to make up for it with quantity. As long as the quantity reached a certain level, even low-level yellow talismans could perform wonders.

It was like ants; one ant facing a human could easily be crushed, without a doubt.

But thousands upon thousands of ants gathered together had completely different power and could reduce a human to a pile of bones in an extremely short time.

Currently, Yang Haoran had accumulated a lot of low-level talismans made by his own hand. These talismans were too low-grade to sell for a good price, so he did not intend to sell them. However, he wanted to make full use of them and let these low-level talismans shine.

For a whole day, Yang Haoran did not leave the study room. He spent the entire day drawing talismans in the study room, even trying to draw some higher-level talismans. Unfortunately, he did not succeed in the end, but he did manage to draw quite a few low-level talismans due to his familiarity with them.

The appointed time with the sloppy man arrived, and at noon, Master Wu brought the sloppy man back to the villa.

The return of the two people made Bai Xue in the room sense the fluctuation of power. She stopped absorbing the demonic pill and sealed it into an independent space, then walked out of the room.

Yang Haoran in the study room also stopped drawing talismans. He put away the talismans he had drawn and followed her out of the study room.

In the living room, Yang Haoran saw the sloppy man. With the help of the Spirit Police and his own recovery methods, the sloppy man had indeed fully recovered from his injuries.

Seeing the sloppy man regaining his peak strength, a thought couldn't help but arise in Yang Haoran's mind.

If he could also have a powerful medical team like the Spirit Police, he wouldn't need to trouble others in the future. However, achieving this was not simple, as he currently lacked the resources for it.

Although he temporarily lacked the resources, since he had this idea, he would definitely strive to find the necessary resources. When the time was ripe, he would establish his own medical team, one that would far surpass the Spirit Police's medical team.

For now, he put this matter aside, as his current priority was to complete this business deal with the sloppy man.

"Are you both ready?" Yang Haoran asked the sloppy man and Bai Xue.

The sloppy man nodded but couldn't conceal a hint of urgency in his gaze.

"I have nothing to prepare," Bai Xue said indifferently, glancing at the sloppy man.

Her tone revealed that she still harbored resentment towards the sloppy man.

Yang Haoran didn't say much about this and understood Bai Xue's attitude. After all, Bai Xue had nearly died at the sloppy man's hands, being pursued to the ancient tomb. This grievance wasn't something that could be easily resolved.

If Yang Haoran hadn't wanted to make this deal, Bai Xue would never have risked her life to help the sloppy man, and they would have undoubtedly started fighting as soon as they met.

Of course, if Yang Haoran hadn't wanted to take on this deal, the sloppy man wouldn't be standing here either. Yesterday, Yang Haoran would have eliminated the sloppy man.

After all, during their battle at the ancient tomb, if Yang Haoran hadn't consumed the soul pill and forcibly manifested the Death God, both he and Bai Xue would have died at the sloppy man's hands. How could he easily forgive such a life-and-death grievance? He had never considered himself a saint who could easily let go of such resentment.

The sloppy man's words yesterday were not wrong at all. Their battle arose from differing stances. If their stances differed, then each would view the other as an enemy from their own perspective and try to kill that enemy with full force. Was there anything wrong with that?

In Yang Haoran's view, there was nothing wrong with it. In fact, when he saw the sloppy man yesterday, he had already intended to kill him. Letting the sloppy man escape had been a regret, so how could he not eliminate him upon their reunion?

Not just the sloppy man, Yang Haoran had this attitude towards any opponent. In his eyes, opponents had to die, because if they didn't die, he would.

As for the methods used to eliminate opponents, that would depend on the circumstances. If conditions allowed, he would consider using more above-board and legitimate methods, trying not to burden his conscience.

However, if conditions didn't allow it, and the opponent was someone he had to eliminate, then he would unhesitatingly employ any means necessary to kill the opponent, regardless of whether the methods were righteous or not.

It's hard to say what kind of person Yang Haoran used to be, but now he was a ruthless and merciless individual. Once he viewed someone as an opponent, he would never show mercy.

Yet, in the end, Yang Haoran didn't take action against the sloppy man. Instead, he agreed to help him, not because of any magnanimity or letting go of their past grievance, but because of self-interest.

Without sufficient benefit, he wouldn't have taken the risk of helping the sloppy man, let alone bring Bai Xue along. In fact, he would have eliminated this potential threat right then and there.

After confirming that the two were ready, Yang Haoran gave some instructions to Master Wu, then signaled the sloppy man to tear open the space rift. The three of them stepped through, disappearing from the villa.