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Chapter 1483: Forging the God Statue (Part 2)

There are many ferocious beasts in this world, whether soaring through the sky, galloping across the land, or swimming in the waters; their varieties are countless. If mutated beasts or cultivated monsters are also included, the types become even more numerous.

Therefore, if Yang Haoran wished to select a ferocious beast to serve as his God Statue, his options were quite extensive. Among the multitude of beasts, there was bound to be one that suited Yang Haoran's taste.

With this in mind, those present successively listed every ferocious beast they could currently think of, and even used their power to conjure illusory forms of these beasts, giving Yang Haoran a more intuitive impression.

However, after a long period of selection, Yang Haoran still hadn't found a single ferocious beast to his liking. Initially, the variety of beasts the others proposed was considerable, but as each was successively rejected by Yang Haoran, the number of beasts they could think of dwindled. Eventually, no one spoke another word, everyone furrowing their brows in deep thought. The lively exchange of ideas that had just filled the air suddenly fell silent.

Seeing everyone fall silent, lost in thought, Yang Haoran couldn't help but wonder if he was being too picky, presenting his trusted subordinates with a monumental challenge. Perhaps he should just settle for second best and make do with a passable beast.

This thought lingered in his mind for only a fleeting moment before he swiftly dispelled it. Choosing a God Statue was not as simple as selecting an ordinary warm garment, where it didn't matter if it looked good as long as it kept you warm. This choice involved not just him personally, but also countless believers. An imposing God Statue could deliver a powerful visual impact, exert psychological pressure on enemies, and simultaneously instill a certain degree of confidence in his own side. This held true whether he summoned his Dharma Body to face an enemy, or his believers summoned his Dharma Body to confront one.

Moreover, a majestic and awe-inspiring God Statue would be more readily accepted by believers, making them confident and proud. When they worshipped the God Statue, their devotion would also deepen, which could only benefit the collection of Faith Power.

It was precisely because Yang Haoran had considered these factors that he dismissed the idea of settling. He was determined to choose a statue that truly satisfied him. If he couldn't find a suitable one today, then he would simply wait. So much time had already passed; a day or two more wouldn't make a difference.

With his decision made, he had no immediate intention of ending the meeting. Since he had already gathered his trusted subordinates, he might as well let them think a little longer. After all, the Great Night Empire had only recently been founded, and his subordinates were all incredibly busy. Every time they met for a conference, they had to temporarily set aside important tasks, impacting the progress of their respective duties. Once or twice was fine, but if it happened too often, the impact on their work would naturally become significant.

Yang Haoran didn't want the various meetings to hinder his subordinates' work progress. So, since he had called them all here today, he would take this opportunity to let them think thoroughly. They could speak up when they truly couldn't think of anything else.

Besides, perhaps if they waited a little longer, a satisfactory result might even emerge.

Time passed slowly. Occasionally, someone would propose a few more ferocious beasts for Yang Haoran's consideration. These beasts, conceived through deep contemplation, were naturally no longer common ones. They were exceptionally rare, with very few people even having heard of their existence. Although their species varied, one characteristic remained consistent: they were all formidable. Not only fierce in appearance, but equally ferocious in strength.

Yang Haoran didn't immediately agree or disagree with these beasts. Instead, after careful consideration, he ultimately ruled them out one by one. None successfully won him over. The scene once again fell silent, and this time, the quiet lingered for a long while.

Though he felt a degree of regret, Yang Haoran had to admit that it was unlikely any resolution would be reached today. However, this meeting wasn't entirely without meaning. At the very least, he had announced his desire to become a god to his trusted subordinates. He believed they now knew what steps to take in the future.

Since he knew that the matter of the God Statue would likely yield no results today, Yang Haoran decided not to prolong the meeting, as there was no point in continuing. He thus concluded the session, instructing everyone to return and deliberate further, and to report back to him immediately if they thought of anything.

Everyone accepted their orders and withdrew, and Yang Haoran, bearing a hint of regret, also departed. He intended to go out, clear his mind, and perhaps stumble upon a ferocious beast that suited his liking.

However, to his utter surprise, he hadn't even had time to leave the Night God Palace when he encountered someone who gave him an immense headache. This person was none other than his Guardian Spirit, Zhong Siyu.

Was Zhong Siyu one of his own?

Undoubtedly, the answer was yes. Zhong Siyu was definitely one of his own.

Was Zhong Siyu Yang Haoran's trusted subordinate?

This, too, was beyond doubt, and the answer was no. Although Zhong Siyu was Yang Haoran's Guardian Spirit, she was not his subordinate, and thus could not be considered a trusted confidante.

Nevertheless, even though Zhong Siyu was neither Yang Haoran's subordinate nor his trusted confidante, Yang Haoran implicitly trusted her. He also believed that Zhong Siyu held no ill intentions towards him and would not harm him. Otherwise, given Zhong Siyu's personality, even if she had been faced with desperation, she might not have agreed to become his Guardian Spirit. Even if forced into it, she certainly wouldn't have shown him a pleasant demeanor afterwards, let alone agreed to work for him.

Thus, Yang Haoran genuinely regarded Zhong Siyu as one of his own, and a trustworthy one at that. It was merely Zhong Siyu's personality and her fondness for exploiting him that gave him such a headache. Although, to date, the number of times he had been exploited by Zhong Siyu wasn't excessively high, each instance of her exploitation left him aching for a long time. This had led to him now feeling a degree of apprehension whenever he saw Zhong Siyu.

“Haha, Siyu, what a coincidence. To run into you here. ”

Though Yang Haoran cursed his bad luck internally, he showed not the slightest hint of distaste or displeasure on his face. Instead, he forced a smile and took the initiative to greet Zhong Siyu, though his smile appeared somewhat unnatural.

“Coincidence? What coincidence? We both live here in the Night God Palace. Isn't it perfectly normal for us to meet within its walls? ”

Zhong Siyu noticed the unnaturalness of Yang Haoran's smile, so she rolled her eyes and asked in a sarcastic tone.

At Zhong Siyu's question, the smile on Yang Haoran's face instantly became even more awkward. He let out two dry chuckles, momentarily unsure how to respond to her.

Yang Haoran remained silent, but Zhong Siyu had no intention of letting him off the hook. Her expression suddenly darkened, and she continued.

“Yang Haoran, I don't know how many times I've told you, don't call me Siyu, don't call me Siyu! I detest that name! Why won't you listen? If you call me Siyu again, do you believe I won't tear you limb from limb? ! ”

Zhong Siyu's tone was highly unfriendly, and her expression was fierce, making it seem as though she was genuinely angry. Yet, upon closer inspection, one would notice that there was no killing intent in her eyes, not even a trace of chilling coldness. From this, it was evident that she wasn't truly angry; she was merely putting on an act to scare Yang Haoran.

Upon hearing this, Yang Haoran was about to reply with "Alright, Siyu," as he usually did. But this time, he refrained. One reason was that his mind was preoccupied and he wasn't in the mood. The other reason was that Zhong Siyu had indeed told him this multiple times, and he genuinely sensed her dislike for the name. Thus, he did not intend to address her that way anymore, neither today nor in the future.

Yang Haoran had known for a long time why Zhong Siyu detested her own name so much. Before he had fully acknowledged Zhong Siyu, he didn't mind calling her Siyu. He knew Zhong Siyu disliked it, and her dislike was precisely what he wanted. If Zhong Siyu left him because of it, that would be even better; he thought it would be quite pleasant to be rid of this emotionally volatile fellow by his side.

Now, seeing Zhong Siyu feigning a fierce and angry expression, Yang Haoran felt it would be best to change how he addressed her in the future. Because every time he called her Siyu, he was likely forcibly tearing open Zhong Siyu's inner wounds. He didn't intend to do that anymore, because he had already acknowledged Zhong Siyu as one of his own.