Realm of the Night God

The four people left the villa and, following Yang Haoran's instructions, went to cities around Ancheng to carry out their tasks.

This is just the beginning, and Yang Haoran has already invested a lot in the four of them. In the future, he will need to invest even more, so he has high expectations for them.

After the four left, Yang Haoran summoned Master Wu and Xiu Juan and used the soul pill that had been reduced by half on the two of them.

Master Wu is the second-in-command of their LechengYin Division, representing Yang Haoran, the Burial Master. Therefore, Master Wu's strength must be up to par with his identity, or else it would not only be a loss for Master Wu, but also a blow to Yang Haoran's reputation.

Since they had already spent a lot this time, Yang Haoran decided to be more generous and use the halved demonic pill on both Master Wu and Xiu Juan.

Since Xiu Juan had followed him, she had never enjoyed the feeling of the pure yin qi boosting her strength. Moreover, Yang Haoran had seen Xiu Juan's loyalty to him, so he did not forget her this time.

Although this soul pill had been reduced by half, the pure yin qi it contained was still quite terrifying. With Yang Haoran's help, the two of them divided the soul pill and their strength increased significantly.

The six soul pills Yang Haoran obtained from the underworld at the end of the year were all consumed within a short period of time, and only one of them was absorbed and refined by him.

It was impossible not to feel heartbroken, but he understood that to gain something, one must pay the price. So no matter how much it hurt, there was no other way.

Two soul pills were too few for Yang Haoran, and he didn't dare to use them carelessly, as he wanted to save them for emergencies.

His strong desire for soul pills made him decide to personally refine soul pills. Only by refining more soul pills himself could he satisfy his ambition and achieve his goals.

After making up his mind, Yang Haoran began to prepare. He had the soul-refining cauldron and the souls, and his so-called preparation was to fully recover from his injuries.

Refining soul pills was no small matter, and even one failure would be a huge loss to him. Therefore, he had to fully recover his strength to feel more secure.

Without taking any soul pills, Yang Haoran spent a month recovering from his injuries and finally restored his strength to its peak. After taking a soul pill in the Cloud Mist Manor, his strength had increased even further compared to when he went there.

With his strength fully recovered, Yang Haoran gained more confidence in refining soul pills. Just as he was about to start, Ye Zhiqiu actively approached him.

In the study room, Yang Haoran greeted Ye Zhiqiu with a smile. It had been more than a month since he had last seen Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu was not fond of going out, and in the past month, Yang Haoran had been dealing with the affairs of the four-person group and then spent a month recovering from his injuries, so he had no chance to meet Ye Zhiqiu.

After more than a month, Ye Zhiqiu still looked the same, with long hair and a full beard, but upon closer inspection, one could see subtle changes in him. The melancholy that once filled his face and eyes had disappeared, replaced by a sense of maturity gained through hardships.

Ye Zhiqiu's transformation was directly related to the Demonic Lotus. With his inner turmoil resolved, the melancholy vanished, but the pain and torment he had experienced were etched onto his face as a mark of his journey. Ifyou'renotonM*VLEM*PYR,you'reviewingacopy.

"It's been a while. You look well," Yang Haoran said with a smile, then took out a box of cigarettes from his independent space and offered one to Ye Zhiqiu.

This time, Ye Zhiqiu did not hesitate. He took the cigarette and sat down in the chair opposite Yang Haoran, lighting the cigarette and then taking out a palm-sized liquor flask from his independent space.

Yang Haoran's gaze fell on the liquor flask, and his expression showed some surprise.

He lit a cigarette and took a puff before asking with a smile, "Hmm, when did you switch to a liquor flask? Is it filled with white liquor?"

"Have you ever seen anyone use this to store beer?" Ye Zhiqiu replied calmly, then opened the flask lid and took a sip.

The aroma of the liquor filled the air, and the flask indeed contained white liquor.

"Didn't you used to like drinking beer? Why the change in taste?" Yang Haoran asked with a smile.

Ye Zhiqiu put down the flask and replied indifferently, "Red Lotus doesn't like me drinking beer, so I can only switch to white liquor."

"Haha, is she worried about you getting gout?" Yang Haoran made a joke.

"You're quite humorous. She's afraid I'll get a beer belly," Ye Zhiqiu said flatly.

"Then she's much more amusing than me," Yang Haoran responded with a laugh, taking another puff of his cigarette before asking, "So, what brought you here today?"

Hearing Yang Haoran's question, Ye Zhiqiu's brow furrowed slightly, and he then spoke, "You have the nerve to ask me that. I've been idle for more than a month, where are the tasks you have for me?"

Yang Haoran didn't expect Ye Zhiqiu to come to him this time to inquire about tasks, which surprised him a bit.

He didn't immediately answer Ye Zhiqiu's question, but instead asked, "Have your injuries fully recovered?"

"More or less," Ye Zhiqiu replied.

"More or less, that means they're not fully recovered yet. Wait until your strength is fully restored to its peak, then we'll talk. For now, there are no tasks, so you can rest first. I'll call you when I need you," Yang Haoran said with a smile.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded, then stood up to leave. But at this moment, Yang Haoran spoke up.

"Have you fully absorbed the demonic weapon I gave you?"

Ye Zhiqiu nodded in response, waiting for Yang Haoran to continue.

"Did it progress to the fourth pattern?" Yang Haoran asked further.

Ye Zhiqiu nodded again without saying a word.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu's nod, Yang Haoran's smile grew more profound.

"Alright, I'll be leaving then."

With those words, Ye Zhiqiu, cigarette in mouth and liquor flask in hand, left Yang Haoran's study room.

After seeing Ye Zhiqiu off, Yang Haoran used his Yin spirit power to close the door and then set up a restriction barrier in the study room.

Next, he was going to start refining the soul pill, a matter of great importance. He had to set up the restriction barrier to avoid being disturbed and to keep this secret activity hidden from others.

After successfully setting up the first restriction barrier, Yang Haoran still felt it was not secure enough, so he used his Yin spirit power to set up a second barrier in the study room.

Thoroughly checking that everything was in order, Yang Haoran finally took out the soul-refining cauldron from his independent space.

The soul-refining cauldron floated in the air, and visible black Yin Qi constantly rose from it, causing the temperature in the study room to drop rapidly.

Since Yang Haoran often stayed in the study room, it had already been under the influence of a large amount of Yin Qi, making the temperature quite low. But with the appearance of the soul-refining cauldron, the temperature dropped even further.

However, this chilliness was nothing to Yang Haoran. Not only did he not feel uncomfortable, but he even found it pleasant.

Gazing at the floating soul-refining cauldron, Yang Haoran sat down cross-legged and began to activate the cauldron according to the method for refining soul pills.

As the soul-refining cauldron was activated, the Yin Qi rising from it was ignited, like fire meeting gasoline, letting out a muffled rumble as the pitch-black Yin Qi completely enveloped the cauldron.

At the same time, Yang Haoran waved his hand and took out a soul gathering bead, which contained the ghosts he had prepared as materials for refining the soul pill.