Chapter 473: From Now On, You're One of Us
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Having dealt with the flower demon, Yang Haoran was physically and mentally exhausted. The Spirit Power he had recovered within his body was almost completely depleted, but he still forced himself to rouse his spirits.
Gazing at the longsword before him, Yang Haoran gently waved his hand, and the longsword flew towards Ye Zhiqiu, hovering in front of him.
Above the longsword, the flower demon's trace was no longer visible, as Yang Haoran had sent her back into the sword's interior. After being handled with his special methods, though the longsword remained a shackle for the flower demon, it was simultaneously a protective umbrella for her.
As long as this Lifebound Demon Armament of Ye Zhiqiu's remained, her safety would not be an issue.
Looking at the longsword floating in front of him, Ye Zhiqiu carefully took it into his hand, gently stroking the blade with a look of deep affection.
After a moment of sensing, confirming that the flower demon's soul within the inner world of the longsword had not suffered any negative effects, he reluctantly placed the longsword into his independent space.
"From now on, you'll live here. It'll also be more convenient when there's anything that needs to be handled," Yang Haoran said, seeing Ye Zhiqiu put away the longsword.
"Heh heh, you used to be solitary because you were the only one by your side. Now, you're not alone, so some habits naturally need to change," Yang Haoran chuckled.
Ye Zhiqiu initially wanted to refuse, but remembering the change in his and Yang Haoran's relationship, he swallowed his refusal.
He nodded, saying nothing more.
"If you have anything else you need to move from your residence, you can go now," Yang Haoran said with a smile.
Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and said, "I have nothing to move. Where's my room? I need to heal now."
"I have plenty of rooms here. You can pick one you like."
Yang Haoran's villa was very large, with many rooms. Let alone adding one Ye Zhiqiu, even if several more people were to live here, there would be no problem.
As his words fell, Yang Haoran removed the restrictive barrier that enveloped the study, then made a call to the living room. Xiujuan answered the phone.
"Xiujuan, could you please come to the study?"
After receiving Xiujuan's response, Yang Haoran hung up the phone. In just a few breaths, Xiujuan's figure appeared outside the study.
"Emissary," Xiujuan greeted Yang Haoran respectfully after appearing.
Yang Haoran smiled and nodded, then said, "He's one of us now. Take him to choose a room."
Upon hearing this, Xiujuan's face showed a surprised expression. However, this look of surprise only lasted for an instant before vanishing, returning to normal.
Yang Haoran's words indeed startled her, after all, Ye Zhiqiu was their enemy before. Yet now, in a blink, he had become one of their own. How could she not be surprised?
Although Xiujuan's surprise was fleeting, Yang Haoran still caught it.
"Don't dwell on past grievances. Let bygones be bygones," Yang Haoran said with a smile.
"Rest assured, Emissary, I don't have much of a grudge against him," Xiujuan replied.
Yang Haoran smiled and nodded, then gently waved his hand, signaling Xiujuan to lead Ye Zhiqiu away.
Xiujuan respectfully bowed to Yang Haoran, then turned her gaze to Ye Zhiqiu.
"Please follow me."
Although Xiujuan used the word "please," her tone was rather cold.
Yang Haoran said nothing about this. Xiujuan and Ye Zhiqiu did have some past friction, but it was nothing like a blood feud. For now, she might feel some repulsion towards Ye Zhiqiu, but as they spent more time together, he believed this repulsion would gradually weaken.
Forcibly making Xiujuan change her view of Ye Zhiqiu now would only treat the symptom, not the root cause, and might even be counterproductive, which was why Yang Haoran remained silent.
Ye Zhiqiu didn't take offense either. He nodded and walked towards the study door.
However, just as he reached the doorway, Yang Haoran's voice came from behind him.
"If you can, clean yourself up. I'll have someone send some clothes over for you in a bit."
Ye Zhiqiu merely gave Yang Haoran a faint response, then followed Xiujuan out.
Not long after Xiujuan left, Old Master Wu appeared outside the study.
"Old Wu, come in," Yang Haoran said with a smile.
Old Master Wu didn't stand on ceremony, entering the study and closing the door behind him.
Seeing Yang Haoran's tattered clothes, with obvious bloodstains in places, Old Master Wu knew that this operation was probably more dangerous than he had imagined, otherwise Yang Haoran wouldn't be in such a sorry state.
"Boss, your injuries seem quite severe," Old Master Wu said, his voice laced with concern.
Yang Haoran smiled, though his smile was very weak.
"Yes, this trip resulted in serious injuries. I almost lost my life there. Bai Xue's condition is even worse than mine; she's still healing in her room."
Old Master Wu sighed softly, then said, "Alas, to gain something, one must surely pay a price. The greater the reward, the greater the risk, that's unavoidable. If I were you, 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 say hello to him in a bit, and you two can officially get acquainted."
Yang Haoran's words surprised Old Master Wu, but then a smile spread across his face as he nodded to Yang Haoran, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Although Old Master Wu didn't ask for details, he knew that Yang Haoran was preparing for his grand aspirations, or rather, laying the groundwork for his ambition.
"Oh right, today is New Year's Eve. Have you prepared some New Year's goods? This year, let's properly celebrate the New Year and feel the festive atmosphere. I wonder if that fellow Ye Zhiqiu only has that one set of tattered clothes on him. How about this, you can also buy him a few sets of suitable clothes while you're at it," Yang Haoran said with a smile.
"The New Year's goods have been prepared long ago, Boss, you don't need to worry about that. As for Ye Zhiqiu, just leave it to this old man," Old Master Wu responded with a smile.
"I'm very confident in Old Wu's work. But there's one more very important thing: try your best not to let others know about the relationship between Ye Zhiqiu and me. If people start making some guesses, we can't control that, but we'll simply deny it to the death."
"Good, this old man understands. I know what to do," Old Master Wu chuckled.
After Old Master Wu left, Yang Haoran had intended to get some proper rest, but he still had some unfinished business. These matters were best dealt with as soon as possible, so he had no choice but to abandon the idea of resting and finish what needed to be done.
A surge of Yin Qi rose in his hand, and then a Soul-Gathering Bead appeared.
Within this Soul-Gathering Bead, four Soul Threads moved. Although the Soul Threads were not as thick as those of an Evil Spirit, they were much thicker than ordinary souls.
These four Soul Threads belonged to the Night Watchers and Spirit Police who tragically died at the Good Times Funeral Supplies Store.
Originally there were six people, but two eventually chose to reincarnate, so now only four remained.
Although not all four were Night Watchers, since they were willing to follow him, Yang Haoran would certainly treat them equally. As for whether these four would fare well or poorly under him in the future, that would depend on their own abilities.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the four souls were released from the Soul-Gathering Bead. The Soul Threads transformed into four streams of pitch-black Yin Qi, condensing into four ethereal figures around Yang Haoran.
"Boss!"
"Emissary!"
Upon appearing, the four immediately bowed respectfully to Yang Haoran. However, their titles differed: those who called Yang Haoran "Boss" were naturally the Night Watchers who had followed him previously, while those who called him "Emissary" were, of course, the Spirit Police who had been under Luo Dui.
Although the four used different titles for him, Yang Haoran didn't mind. He smiled and nodded, then waved his hand again, retrieving the four custom-made skins for them from his independent space.
The four sets of skins floated in the air before each of them, and their gazes were drawn to the skins in front of them. Night God Under the Moon
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