Chapter 1196: I'm Just Keeping It For You
Yang Haoran's words left the several people speechless. They all knew perfectly well in their hearts what their respective factions had done to the Underworld Office. Under normal procedures, they wouldn't even be surprised if Yang Haoran killed all of them right now.
Although they knew Yang Haoran's politeness wasn't heartfelt, it was a fact that he hadn't made a move against them—at least not yet.
"Oh, right, something just occurred to me. When our Gu Mo City Underworld Office was annihilated before, not only was the Emissary of Death killed, but only a few Night Watchers survived, and even many of my God's believers lost their lives. I believe your Talisman Order was also involved in that, weren't you? Were you particularly excited back then? Did you ever imagine this day would come?"
Yang Haoran spoke with a faint smile, while the others remained silent, none of them uttering another word. Although their Talisman Order couldn't be called the mastermind of that affair, they had indeed participated, even taking a share of the spoils within the Death God Temple, just as Yang Haoran had stormed into their Talisman Ancestor Temple today.
Seeing them remain silent, Yang Haoran didn't press further, instead smiling as he pulled out a cigarette.
Just then, loud explosions echoed through the Talisman Ancestor Temple. The ground subtly trembled with each blast. The expressions of the several people beneath the Talisman Ancestor's statue changed once more, for they knew that Yang Haoran's people must be attacking the restricted formation arrays. Only a few structures within their Talisman Ancestor Temple were protected by such arrays, but each of those locations was extremely important to their Gu Mo City Talisman Order.
The men were anxious and angry, yet utterly helpless, for their bodies were bound by an unseen force. No matter how frantic they felt, they couldn't move from their spot, much less try to stop Yang Haoran's subordinates.
Moreover, even without the binding force, they would still have no way to stop Yang Haoran's subordinates. Their power was simply too weak. Forget about dealing with everyone; a single Lu Wu could effortlessly dispatch all of them, and it wouldn't even take long.
After just two puffs of his cigarette, the Talisman Master, who was most displeased at heart, finally couldn't hold back and spoke again.
"Emissary Yang, weren't you here for the Demon Cult members? Why are you letting your people attack all of our Talisman Order's important sites? Everything inside there is wealth we've accumulated bit by bit over the years in Gu Mo City!"
Hearing this, Yang Haoran looked at the man again, his smile not diminishing in the slightest.
"Heh heh, if we don't break through the restricted formation arrays, how will we know if any Demon Cult members are hiding inside? As for your Talisman Order's collections from these past years, can the few of you really guard them? It will be much safer if I, Yang Haoran, store them for you in our Underworld Office."
Yang Haoran's words stoked the anger in their hearts severalfold.
"Emissary Yang, what's the difference between what you're doing and outright robbery?"
One of them asked through gritted teeth, looking as if he wished he could devour Yang Haoran whole.
"Of course there's a difference. I'm merely keeping them for you, not plundering them. Whenever your Talisman Order gains the ability, you can retrieve them from me at any time. However, anything that originally belonged to our Underworld Office but was seized by you will certainly have to be returned to us. Furthermore, for keeping these items safe for you, I'll naturally have to charge a certain fee; I can't do it for free, can I? Wouldn't you agree?"
"Yang Haoran! You're simply outrageous!"
One man, losing all patience, roared angrily at Yang Haoran. Yang Haoran, however, was unconcerned, acting as if he hadn't heard the man's furious shout. He didn't make a move against him, merely continued to smoke his cigarette.
Yang Haoran said nothing, but the others had no intention of shutting up, constantly roaring accusations and criticisms at him to vent their anger and dissatisfaction. Yang Haoran, meanwhile, remained silent with a smile, letting them rant.
A cigarette burned to its end, yet the men still hadn't stopped talking, showing no intention of doing so. Perhaps Yang Haoran found it too irritating, or perhaps he simply felt they were too noisy, for he snapped his fingers, and their angry voices abruptly ceased.
Previously, he had only used his power to bind their movements, allowing them to still speak. But now, Yang Haoran, unwilling to hear them utter another word, sealed their mouths as well.
"I want to recover and heal a bit. It's too noisy, and that's not good for my healing. My apologies."
Yang Haoran said with a smile, then floated cross-legged into the air, slowly closing his eyes.
Although his body hadn't sustained much damage, his internal power had been considerably depleted. What he called "healing" was merely replenishing his spent Yin Spirit Power. Xiang Chuan, Lu Wu, and the others would certainly take some time to completely clear out the Talisman Ancestor Temple. Since he was idle here anyway, he might as well recover his depleted Yin Spirit Power and, incidentally, put on a show.
About two hours later, Xiang Chuan and Lu Wu, along with the other Night Watchers, appeared at the location of the Talisman Ancestor statue in the square. Sensing their arrival, Yang Haoran slowly opened his eyes.
"Emissary, it's all handled!"
Lu Wu first saluted Yang Haoran, then spoke respectfully.
"Heh heh, Big Brother, the haul was much more astonishing than I'd imagined!"
Xiang Chuan chuckled. As soon as Lu Wu finished speaking, he immediately added.
"Heh heh, what's all this about a 'haul'? That's not the right way to put it. I'm merely keeping these things for their Talisman Order on their behalf. The items are theirs in the end; when they need them, I will still return them. Of course, the premise is that their Talisman Order must possess the strength to reclaim them."
With those words, Yang Haoran waved his hand, tearing open space.
"Let's go. Since we haven't found any trace of Demon Cult members here, we'll head to the next stop and see."
"Emissary, do we need to leave two people behind to search this place meticulously once more? " Lu Wu asked.
"No need here. We're just kindly keeping things for their Talisman Order, not raiding their homes."
As Yang Haoran spoke, he had already stepped into the spatial rift. Seeing this, Lu Wu, Xiang Chuan, and the others also flashed into the spatial rift one after another, leaving behind only the few Talisman Masters still bound by power beneath the Talisman Ancestor statue.
When Yang Haoran departed, he did not release the bindings on the men. It wasn't until an hour after Yang Haoran left that their motionless bodies regained their freedom.
"Senior Brother, what do we do? Are we just going to stand here and watch helplessly as Yang Haoran brazenly loots our Talisman Order empty?"
"Why don't we go to the Death God Temple right now and take back everything that belongs to us!"
"Right! We'll go to the Death God Temple now and forcibly snatch back what belongs to our Talisman Order. I don't believe Yang Haoran would truly dare to kill us, unless he wants to declare war on our Talisman Order!"
The men's angry shouts were incessant, their words all demonstrating intense fury towards Yang Haoran.
The Senior Brother, who was leading them, heard his junior brothers' words and couldn't help but let out an angry roar!
"All of you, shut up!"
At his roar, all of them fell silent.
"The disparity in strength is immense. In front of Yang Haoran, we had no ability to move, and in the end, even our ability to speak was stripped away. Besides standing by and helplessly watching him loot our Talisman Order clean, what else can we do?"
The Senior Brother angrily questioned the junior brother who had spoken first. Hearing this, the latter, though looking displeased, remained silent.
The Senior Brother, his face still contorted with anger, then looked at another person.
"Go to the Death God Temple to snatch back what belongs to our Talisman Order? I beg you, use your brain for a change! Tell me, how are we supposed to snatch it back? Which of us has that kind of ability?"
The person who had been roared at lowered his head, also choosing silence, and didn't speak again. The Senior Brother then looked at the next person.
"Yang Haoran didn't try to kill us earlier because this is the Talisman Ancestor Temple, and in his eyes, we're no different from ants. He was too lazy to stomp us to death. But if we run to the Death God Temple to provoke Yang Haoran, it'd be like a few ants, unafraid of death, actively trying to bite Yang Haoran. Do you think Yang Haoran would just casually crush us to death?"
After these words, the Senior Brother let out a heavy sigh and said nothing more. Seeing this, the others exchanged glances, and one of them, gathering his courage, asked.
"Senior Brother, so what do we do now?"
Hearing this, the Senior Brother gently shook his head, a helpless expression on his face.
"My strength and status are limited; I'm not qualified to contact the higher-ups. Otherwise, if I reported the situation here to them, they would definitely send people down to handle this matter. But now. . . we can only wait. Wait for the higher-ups to proactively send people down when they can't reach our Gu Mo City Talisman Order. Other than that, we have no other recourse."
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