Chapter 1219: I'm Innocent Too
Not only did Yang Haoran snatch the Heart Demon Flute from Wan Wu Yi, but he also acquired quite a few Demon Cult techniques and some rather formidable Demon Weapons from him.
If he were to simply discard these items, or sell them all, Yang Haoran wouldn't be troubled by this matter. However, if he wished to maximize their value, that presented a problem for him.
Yang Haoran leaned back in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Amidst the swirling smoke, his pensive face was faintly discernible.
After an unknown period, Yang Haoran's motionless body finally stirred. He already had a plan for this matter, but implementing it would be very time-consuming, energy-draining, and financially demanding.
Nevertheless, to add a powerful trump card to his arsenal, he decided it was worth doing.
With a decision made, Yang Haoran was no longer troubled by the matter; he simply needed to proceed according to his plan.
Since those who were tortured had suffered Soul Transformation, and he had made up his mind, there was no longer any reason for Yang Haoran to remain in the torture chamber. Therefore, he rose and left, returning to his own bedroom.
Back in his bedroom, Yang Haoran set up a restrictive barrier and took out his Soul-Refining Cauldron.
He still had a large number of souls that needed processing. These souls were those he had filtered and kept, their purpose self-evident: to refine Soul Pills.
With a vast quantity of Soul Pills in his possession, it was no difficult task for him to greatly improve his strength, as he certainly had the means.
Days passed. After Huang Sha completed the task Yang Haoran had assigned, he immediately returned to Gu Mo City and reported back to Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran was quite satisfied with Huang Sha's efficiency. Thus, when Huang Sha reported back, he gave him some rewards and assigned him another task.
After a brief rest, Huang Sha left the Death God Temple once more to carry out the task Yang Haoran had given him, while Yang Haoran remained in his own courtyard, continuing to refine Soul Pills to boost his strength. As for the souls in his possession, he had long since refined them all into Soul Pills.
On this particular day, Yang Haoran was still fully focused on refining Soul Pills to boost his strength when he suddenly sensed something, and his slightly closed eyes slowly opened.
"Heh heh, since they've arrived, I might as well go out and greet them, lest they say I, Yang Haoran, lack propriety."
Yang Haoran chuckled to himself, then tossed a Soul Pill into his mouth.
If he had to go out and attend to other matters, he naturally couldn't stay here and fully focus on refining Soul Pills. However, he didn't want to waste valuable time, so consuming a Soul Pill allowed his body to absorb and refine it on its own. Although the refining speed was far from as efficient as actively refining, it was still better than letting his body remain idle.
Precious Soul Pills, to Yang Haoran, were like sugar candies one could buy anywhere; he'd toss them into his mouth and eat whenever he wished, without a hint of reluctance.
He certainly wasn't lacking Soul Pills now; not only did he have many Soul Pills, but he even possessed a Soul Crystal. This Soul Crystal was the most precious item he had obtained during this round of Soul Pill refining.
However, he had not refined and absorbed this Soul Crystal. Such a precious treasure, he definitely had to save for a crucial moment.
With such vast resources, he naturally wouldn't care about a single Soul Pill. Besides, a Soul Pill wouldn't be wasted after he consumed it, but rather used to enhance his strength, so he naturally had nothing to regret.
With a wave of his hand, he dispelled the restrictive barrier. Yang Haoran tore through space, then stepped into the spatial rift. When he emerged from the spatial rift, he was already high above the Death God Temple's main gate.
Below Yang Haoran, numerous devotees streamed in and out; they were all worshipers who had come to pay respects to the Death God at the temple. In front of Yang Haoran, three figures hovered in mid-air.
One was clad in black robes, a Night Watcher under Yang Haoran. The other two were dressed in white, their faces concealed by veils. They were none other than Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng from the Holy Mother Cult.
Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng had arrived earlier than Yang Haoran. After their appearance, the Night Watchers within the Death God Temple naturally sensed them. As it was the Saintly Power of the Holy Mother Cult they detected, rather than the power of other factions, only one Night Watcher responsible for such matters came out.
Only one person came, which was not out of disrespect for Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng, but because the two women posed less of a threat to their Gu Mo City Underworld Division. Thus, only one person emerged, and this person's main task was to receive them.
If people from other factions had suddenly appeared outside the Death God Temple, the Night Watchers who emerged certainly wouldn't have been just one, and their purpose for coming out would definitely not have been merely to receive them.
This Night Watcher had rushed to the spot immediately. He had just politely exchanged greetings with Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng, and before he could even inquire about the reason for their visit to the Death God Temple today, Yang Haoran appeared shortly after.
Upon seeing Yang Haoran appear, the Night Watcher hastily bowed to him.
"Greetings, Emissary!"
As the Night Watcher bowed, many of the devotees entering the Death God Temple below noticed Yang Haoran's arrival. They too hastily bowed towards Yang Haoran in the sky, performing a profound kowtow.
Once some people had bowed, the other devotees naturally noticed Yang Haoran as well. One after another, they stopped in their tracks and performed a profound kowtow towards Yang Haoran in the sky.
These devotees had naturally noticed the arrival of Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng, but the devotees below were not followers of the Holy Mother Cult. Furthermore, Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng were high in the air while they were on the ground, so none of them bowed to the two women; at most, they merely glanced before averting their gaze.
However, Yang Haoran was different. Yang Haoran was the head of the Gu Mo City Underworld Division. As devotees of the Death God, they would naturally take the initiative to bow to Yang Haoran, even if Yang Haoran was high in the air.
"Heh heh, Emissary Xia, you've finally found the time to visit me."
Yang Haoran first nodded with a smile to the bowing Night Watcher, then turned to Xia Xinger with a smile.
"My apologies, I was somewhat severely injured, so I only had the opportunity to call today to express my gratitude. I hope Emissary Yang can understand."
Xia Xinger responded, her voice as pleasant as ever, her tone as calm as ever.
"Heh heh, I understand, of course I understand. However, this isn't the place to talk. Please come in, both of you."
Xia Xinger didn't refuse. Led by Yang Haoran, the two women followed him into the Death God Temple. As for the Night Watcher, he respectfully followed behind Yang Haoran.
As the four of them departed, a gust of Yin wind swept by. The Death God devotees below, who were performing their profound kowtows, were suddenly lifted by a force. This force was very gentle, as if someone had helped them to their feet.
The Death God Temple had a dedicated reception hall. After entering the temple, Yang Haoran led Xia Xinger and Zuo Meng into the reception hall.
Once both parties were seated, the Night Watcher who had entered the Death God Temple with Yang Haoran thoughtfully went to prepare tea and pastries, leaving only Yang Haoran and the two women in the reception hall.
"Emissary Yang, thank you for what happened last time. Zuo Meng has already told me the detailed situation."
Xia Xinger spoke first. Although she didn't specify, Yang Haoran naturally understood what she was referring to as "last time."
"Heh heh, Emissary Xia is too polite. I didn't help much; on the contrary, you helped me greatly. If not for you, Gu Mo City would likely have been completely destroyed by my hands that day, and who knows how many more people would have perished tragically by my hands? I would also have become a cold-blooded demon in the eyes of others."
Yang Haoran smiled faintly. He not only didn't take credit, but instead expressed his gratitude to Xia Xinger.
"At the time, I was willing to help you, not only to repay your kindness, but more so because I didn't want to see Gu Mo City become an empty city with rivers of blood, a dead city littered with corpses."
At this point, Xia Xinger's tone paused, she sighed softly, then continued speaking.
"Alas, it's a pity that Gu Mo City still didn't escape the fate of rivers of blood."
As Xia Xinger spoke these words, her voice was no longer as calm as before. As she finished speaking, the Night Watcher brought in the tea and delicious pastries.
Yang Haoran shot a glance at the Night Watcher, who understood Yang Haoran's meaning and immediately bowed and withdrew.
"The tea and pastries here taste quite good. Please try them, both of you."
"Thank you, Emissary Yang."
Xia Xinger responded calmly, but didn't touch the tea or pastries.
Yang Haoran had a faint smile on his face and didn't press the matter. Instead, he took a small sip of tea himself, then smiled faintly.
"Gu Mo City, with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses, was also not what I wished to see. But unfortunately, this has already become a reality. Although I, Yang Haoran, am inextricably linked to this matter, I am also quite innocent, aren't I?"
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