Realm of the Night God

After dealing with the demonic woman, Yang Haoran was physically and mentally exhausted. The Yin spirit power he had recovered was also mostly consumed, but he still forced himself to stay focused.

Looking at the longsword in front of him, Yang Haoran gently waved his hand, and the longsword floated towards Ye Zhiqiu, hovering in front of him.

The trace of the demonic woman had disappeared from above the longsword, as Yang Haoran had sent her back into the longsword through his special methods. Although the longsword was still the shackle on the demonic woman, it had also become her protective umbrella.

As long as Ye Zhiqiu still had this demonic weapon, his safety would not be a problem.

Seeing the longsword floating in front of him, Ye Zhiqiu carefully grabbed it, gently caressing the sword blade with a pensive expression.

After a moment of sensing, he confirmed that the demonic woman's soul inside the world of the longsword had not been negatively affected, and then reluctantly put the longsword into his independent space.

"From now on, you can stay here. It will be more convenient if you need to deal with anything," Yang Haoran said after Ye Zhiqiu had put away the longsword.

"Stay here?" Ye Zhiqiu frowned slightly, seeming unwilling. He then explained, "I've always been a loner, living with you all, I'm afraid I won't get used to it."

"Haha, in the past, you were a loner because you were the only one around. Now that you have more people around you, some habits naturally need to be changed," Yang Haoran chuckled.

He nodded slightly without saying anything more.

"If you have anything else to move from your residence, you can go do it now," Yang Haoran said with a smile.

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and said, "I don't have anything to move. Where is my room? I need to heal my injuries now."

"I have plenty of rooms here, you can choose one you like."

Yang Haoran's villa was very large, with many rooms. Even if there were a few more people, there would be no problem accommodating them.

After saying that, Yang Haoran removed the restriction barrier covering the study room, then made a call to the living room, where Xiu Juan answered.

"Xiu Juan, please come to the study room."

After getting Xiu Juan's response, Yang Haoran hung up the phone. In just a few breaths, Xiu Juan's figure appeared outside the study room.

"Divine Envoy!" Xiu Juan appeared and respectfully greeted Yang Haoran.

Yang Haoran smiled and nodded, then said, "From now on, he is one of us. Take him to choose a room."

Xiu Juan's face showed a momentary look of surprise upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, as Ye Zhiqiu had previously been their enemy, but the expression quickly disappeared, and she resumed her normal demeanor.

Yang Haoran caught that fleeting look of surprise and smiled. "The past grievances can be forgotten. Let the past be the past."

"Divine Envoy, don't worry, I don't have much grievance against him," Xiu Juan said.

Yang Haoran smiled and nodded, then gestured for Xiu Juan to take Ye Zhiqiu away.

Xiu Juan respectfully bowed to Yang Haoran, then turned to Ye Zhiqiu.

"Please follow me."

Although Xiu Juan used the word "please," her tone sounded a bit cold.

Yang Haoran didn't say anything about it. Xiu Juan and Ye Zhiqiu did have some grievances, but they weren't sworn enemies. Xiu Juan's current aversion to Ye Zhiqiu would likely weaken as they interacted more over time. Forcing Xiu Juan to change her attitude now would only be a temporary fix and might even backfire, so Yang Haoran remained silent.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't dwell on this either. He nodded and followed Xiu Juan out of the study room.

However, just as he reached the door, he heard Yang Haoran's voice behind him.

"If possible, tidy yourself up a bit. I'll have someone bring you some clothes later."

Ye Zhiqiu simply responded with a light "Mm" and left with Xiu Juan.

Shortly after Xiu Juan left, Master Wu appeared outside the study room.

"Old Wu, come in," Yang Haoran said with a smile.

Master Wu didn't hesitate and entered the study room, closing the door behind him.

Seeing Yang Haoran's tattered and bloodstained appearance, Master Wu knew this mission must have been more dangerous than he had imagined, or else Yang Haoran wouldn't be in such a disheveled state.

"Boss, your injuries look quite serious," Master Wu said with a concerned tone.

Yang Haoran smiled weakly. "Yes, I was injured quite severely this time. Bai Xue's condition is even worse than mine. She's still resting in her room to recover."

Master Wu sighed. "Gaining always requires sacrifice. The greater the harvest, the greater the risk. If I were in your shoes, I would have made the same decision."

Yang Haoran smiled, then continued, "For the next ten years, Ye Zhiqiu will be working under me. Go introduce yourself to him later."

Master Wu's expression showed some surprise, then a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded approvingly at Yang Haoran, his eyes revealing a hint of admiration.

Although Master Wu didn't ask for details, he knew Yang Haoran was laying the groundwork for his grand ambitions.

"Oh, by the way, today is the Lunar New Year's Eve. Let's prepare some New Year's goods and have a good celebration to experience the festive atmosphere. I'm not sure if Ye Zhiqiu has anything other than the tattered clothes he's wearing, so get him a few sets of proper clothes as well," Yang Haoran said with a smile.

"The New Year's goods have already been prepared. As for Ye Zhiqiu, leave it to Old Man," Master Wu replied with a smile.

"I trust you to handle it. But there's one more important thing - try to keep the relationship between Ye Zhiqiu and me a secret as much as possible. If others have any guesses, we'll just deny it."

"Understood, I know what to do," Master Wu said.

After Master Wu left, Yang Haoran wanted to rest, but he still had some unfinished business that needed to be taken care of as soon as possible, so he had to give up the idea of resting.

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He summoned a soul gathering bead, and within it, four soul threads were moving about. These soul threads belonged to the Night Watch and Spirit Police members who had died at Hao You Lai Funeral Supplies Store.

Originally, there were six of them, but two had chosen to be reincarnated, so now only four remained.

Although not all of them were originally Night Watch members, since they had chosen to follow Yang Haoran, he would treat them equally. Their future under his command would depend on their own abilities.

Yang Haoran waved his hand, and the four souls emerged from the soul gathering bead. The soul threads transformed into four wispy, black Yin Qi figures, which coalesced around Yang Haoran.

"Boss!"

"Divine Envoy!"

The four figures appeared and respectfully greeted Yang Haoran, using different titles - the former Night Watch members called him "Boss," while the former Spirit Police called him "Divine Envoy."

Yang Haoran didn't mind the difference in their forms of address. He smiled and nodded, then waved his hand again, summoning four custom-made flesh vessels from his independent space, which floated in front of the four figures.