Chapter 483: Refining Soul Pills
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The four individuals left the villa and, following Yang Haoran's instructions, departed for cities outside of Ancheng to carry out their missions.
This was just the beginning. Yang Haoran had already invested a significant amount in the four of them, and he would certainly need to invest even more in the future, so his expectations for them were high.
After the four left, Yang Haoran summoned Old Master Wu and Xiujuan, using the Soul Pill, which had shrunk by half, on the two of them.
Old Master Wu was the second-in-command of Lecheng Underworld Office, representing Yang Haoran, the Emissary of Death. Therefore, Old Master Wu's strength had to match his status, or it wouldn't just be Old Master Wu who lost face, but also Yang Haoran himself.
Since he had already made such a significant expenditure this time, Yang Haoran decided to be generous once more, using the Demon Pill, which had shrunk by half, on Old Master Wu and Xiujuan.
Since following him, Xiujuan had never experienced the pleasure of increasing her strength with Pure Yin Qi. Coupled with the loyalty she had shown him, which he had noted, he did not forget Xiujuan this time.
Although this Soul Pill had shrunk by a full half, the Pure Yin Qi it contained was still quite frightening. After the two split this Soul Pill with Yang Haoran's help, their strength significantly increased.
To say he didn't feel heartbroken would be impossible, but he understood that one must pay a price to gain something, so even if his heart ached, there was nothing he could do.
He still had three Soul Pills left. One of them had to be used to pay his Night Watchers, meaning he currently only had two usable Soul Pills remaining.
Two Soul Pills were indeed too few for Yang Haoran. He didn't dare to even think of using them, as he intended to keep them for life-saving purposes.
The yearning for Soul Pills in his heart made him conceive the idea of personally refining them. Only by refining more Soul Pills himself could he satisfy his ambition and achieve his goals.
With a decision made, Yang Haoran began his preparations. He already possessed a Soul-Refining Cauldron and souls. His so-called preparations simply involved ensuring his injuries fully recovered.
Refining Soul Pills was no small matter; even one failed attempt would be a massive loss for him. Therefore, he had to recover from his injuries and ensure his strength was at its peak to feel more secure.
Without consuming a Soul Pill, Yang Haoran spent a month healing, finally restoring his strength to its peak.
Because he had consumed a Soul Pill back at Cloud Mist Mountain Manor, his strength, after recovering to its peak, had increased significantly compared to when he first went to Cloud Mist Mountain Manor.
With his strength restored to its peak, Yang Haoran felt a surge of confidence in refining Soul Pills. Everything was ready, and just as he was about to begin, Ye Zhiqiu unexpectedly sought him out.
Inside the study, Yang Haoran looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a wide smile. By his estimation, it had been over a month since he last saw Ye Zhiqiu.
Ye Zhiqiu didn't like going out, and over the past month, Yang Haoran had first dealt with the four-person team's matters, then spent another month recuperating. There simply hadn't been an opportunity to meet Ye Zhiqiu, which was why he hadn't seen him for over a month.
After over a month apart, Ye Zhiqiu still seemed to be his old self, with long hair and a stubbled face. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice a subtle change in him.
Once, his face and eyes were filled with melancholy, but now that melancholy was gone, replaced by the weariness of someone who had weathered great storms.
Ye Zhiqiu's transformation was, of course, directly related to the flower demon Red Lotus. With the knot in his heart untied, his melancholy naturally vanished. However, the harm and torment this incident brought him had all transformed into the weariness etched on his face — the marks left by experience.
"Long time no see, you look well," Yang Haoran said with a smile, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his independent space, pulled one out, and offered it to Ye Zhiqiu.
This time, Ye Zhiqiu didn't hesitate. He first took the cigarette Yang Haoran offered, then, without ceremony, plopped down in the seat opposite Yang Haoran, lit his cigarette, and then pulled out a palm-sized flask from his independent space.
Yang Haoran's gaze fell on the flask, a hint of surprise in his expression.
He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then asked with a chuckle, "Heh heh, since when did you switch to a flask? Is that white liquor inside?"
"Have you ever seen anyone put beer in one of these? " Ye Zhiqiu replied blandly, then opened the cap and tilted the flask back, taking a long swig.
The aroma of liquor wafted out; the flask indeed held white liquor.
"Didn't you used to prefer beer? Why the change in taste now? " Yang Haoran asked with a smile.
Ye Zhiqiu set down the flask, then replied indifferently, "Red Lotus doesn't like me drinking beer, so I had to switch to white liquor."
"Heh heh, is she worried you'll get gout from drinking too much? " Yang Haoran joked.
"You're truly humorous. She's afraid I'll grow a beer belly," Ye Zhiqiu said blandly.
"Then she's far more humorous than I am," Yang Haoran replied with a laugh. After taking a puff from his cigarette, he finally asked, "Is there something you needed me for today?"
At Yang Haoran's words, Ye Zhiqiu's brow furrowed slightly before he spoke, "You have the nerve to ask me? I've been idle here for over a month. Where's my mission?"
Yang Haoran hadn't expected Ye Zhiqiu to seek him out proactively just to inquire about missions; this genuinely surprised him.
He didn't immediately answer Ye Zhiqiu's question, instead asking in return, "Have all your injuries recovered?"
"Almost," Ye Zhiqiu replied.
"'Almost' means not fully recovered yet. Wait until your strength is completely back to its peak. There are no missions for now, so you should rest well. When I need your help, I'll find you," Yang Haoran said with a smile.
Hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu nodded and then stood up, ready to leave. However, at that moment, Yang Haoran spoke again.
"Have you fully absorbed all the Demon Weapons I gave you? " Yang Haoran asked.
Ye Zhiqiu nodded, then waited for Yang Haoran to continue, saying nothing.
"Have you advanced to four Demon Markings? " Yang Haoran continued to ask.
Ye Zhiqiu didn't speak, but nodded again.
Seeing Ye Zhiqiu nod, the smile on Yang Haoran's face deepened.
"If that's all, I'll be going."
With those words, Ye Zhiqiu, a cigarette dangling from his lips and his flask in hand, left Yang Haoran's study.
After watching Ye Zhiqiu leave, Yang Haoran manipulated his Spirit Power to close the door, then set up a restrictive formation in the study.
Next, he was going to begin refining Soul Pills. This was no trivial matter, and he wouldn't dare start without setting up a restrictive formation.
He was so cautious because it was best to avoid any disturbances while refining Soul Pills. Moreover, the act of refining Soul Pills was not something to be done openly, so he had to set up a restrictive formation to prevent others from discovering him.
After successfully setting up one restrictive formation, Yang Haoran still felt it wasn't secure enough. He then mobilized his Spirit Power and set up a second restrictive formation inside the study.
After repeatedly checking and confirming there were no omissions, Yang Haoran retrieved the Soul-Refining Cauldron from his independent space.
The Soul-Refining Cauldron floated suspended in the air, tangible black Yin Qi constantly rising from it. As the Soul-Refining Cauldron appeared, the temperature in the study rapidly dropped.
Since Yang Haoran often liked to stay in his study, it had long been exposed to a large amount of Yin Qi, and its temperature was already quite low. Now, with the Soul-Refining Cauldron taken out and influenced by the substantial Yin Qi, the study's temperature dropped drastically once more.
However, this chill was nothing to Yang Haoran. Not only would he not feel uncomfortable, but he would even find it pleasant.
Gazing at the Soul-Refining Cauldron floating before him, Yang Haoran sat cross-legged on the spot. Then, following the method for refining Soul Pills, he began to activate the Soul-Refining Cauldron. . .
As the Soul-Refining Cauldron was activated, the Yin Qi rising from its body ignited as if flames had met gasoline. With a dull thud, the ink-black Yin Qi directly enveloped the entire Soul-Refining Cauldron.
At the same time, Yang Haoran waved his hand and took out a Soul-Gathering Bead. All the ghostly entities contained within this Soul-Gathering Bead were the materials he planned to use for refining Soul Pills. Moonlight Night God
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