Chapter 31: Stubbornness

Chapter 31: Stubbornness

Master Jiang was a capable individual. Yang Haoran wasn't certain of this before, but after witnessing the brilliance of his Death God pendant, he became convinced that Master Jiang was indeed a master in his own right, fundamentally different from the charlatan he had known.

Now, as Master Jiang produced a transparent bead and Yang Haoran glimpsed the scenes within, his shock only solidified his belief in Master Jiang's skills!

Those thin black threads, resembling strands of hair, occasionally morphing into human forms or terrifying ghostly visages. Though Yang Haoran had only seen them once before, the impression was deeply etched into his mind.

He couldn't mistake this bead; it was the same one the young man with the pointed chin and monkey-like cheeks used to collect the treasures of the Decaying Corpse Granny. And now, here was Master Jiang, possessing a similar bead. Could this not be evidence enough?

It was highly likely that Master Jiang and that young man with the pointed chin were part of the same system!

In response to Master Jiang's inquiry, Yang Haoran calmed his excited emotions and then nodded heavily towards Master Jiang, saying, "Indeed, the bead that the young man had at the time is the same type as yours."

Yang Haoran didn't deny it, giving Master Jiang a definite answer. He had come tonight because of this matter; how could he possibly lie due to inner shock? Moreover, he had no reason to lie about this.

Master Jiang nodded, then asked, "You mentioned knowing that young man. But why do you seek him?"

After the initial shock, all that remained in Yang Haoran's mind was excitement and fervor. Originally, he had just come to try his luck; the miraculous nature of the Death God pendant made him think Master Jiang might know who the young man with the pointed chin was. Hence, he hurried over late at night.

What surprised him was that Master Jiang indeed knew the young man. His accidental discovery had led him to the right person, igniting even more excitement within him.

However, Yang Haoran, being in his thirties, had experienced his share of trials and tribulations. While he was initially excited, he quickly adjusted his emotions and sat back down on the chair.

"Master Jiang, I also wish to possess the same abilities as him. I wonder if he accepts disciples?" Yang Haoran smiled, not beating around the bush, and directly expressed his thoughts to Master Jiang.

Though he wanted to be more subtle, he feared that too much beating around the bush might backfire, so he decided to reveal his true thoughts directly, to see Master Jiang's reaction before proceeding further.

Upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, Master Jiang's expression first froze, then turned odd, as he asked, "You wish to be his disciple? You're not joking with me, are you?"

Naturally, Yang Haoran noticed the strange expression on Master Jiang's face. He was puzzled but still nodded heavily, saying, "How could I joke with you, Master? I'm serious."

At these words, Master Jiang shook his head, smiling faintly. "I don't know if he intends to take on disciples. But since you've encountered him and he showed no interest in you, even if he did consider taking on disciples, I doubt you'd be among them."

At this stage, Yang Haoran naturally wouldn't continue the topic. He concealed his inner disappointment well and chatted with Master Jiang about other things.

It must be said that Yang Haoran was good at conversation. The somewhat awkward atmosphere dissipated during their conversation, and by the end, they even felt a sense of regret that they hadn't met sooner. It wasn't until the midnight ceremony to worship the Death God began that they stopped chatting and left the small wooden house.

Although he had already worshipped the Death God at home once, Yang Haoran followed Master Jiang to worship again at the Death God Temple. After that, he left the temple.

The next day, just like yesterday, Yang Haoran got up early, went to the market, and bought many fruits. However, this time, he didn't buy fruits, but bought many daily necessities. Then, he took a taxi and hurried to the South Lake Death God Temple. When he walked out of the Death God Temple, it was already late at night.

The second day...

The fourth day...

For nine consecutive days, rain or shine, Yang Haoran repeated the same actions. The difference was that he bought different things in bulk from the market every day, and without exception, he personally delivered them to the South Lake Death God Temple.

Although he spent a lot of money, Yang Haoran was not stingy at all, and he was afraid of buying too little.

Today was the ninth night. Yang Haoran, as usual, prepared to leave the Death God Temple. He looked tired, obviously exhausted today. However, as he was about to leave the Death God Temple, he was stopped by a voice.

"Xiao Yang, don't rush to leave. Let's talk."

Yang Haoran turned around, and the one who spoke was none other than Master Jiang.

He had always thought that Master Jiang was just one of the temple attendants of the South Lake Death God Temple, but through these nine days of contact, he realized that Master Jiang was not only one of the temple attendants but also the owner of the South Lake Death God Temple.

Seeing Master Jiang suddenly calling him, Yang Haoran's expression remained unchanged, but he was somewhat nervous, and there was also some expectation.

"Is it almost time for a result?"

Yang Haoran thought so in his heart and walked towards Master Jiang with a smile.

Everyone was intelligent. What Yang Haoran had been doing these past few days was not known to others, but Master Jiang couldn't possibly be unaware. At this moment, Master Jiang stopped him and wanted to talk to him. In Yang Haoran's view, the result was probably imminent.

He hadn't expected this day to come so quickly, but he was mentally prepared. If the result satisfied him, it would be great! But if not, he still had a back-up plan. Since he had already regarded Master Jiang as his ideal breakthrough, he wouldn't give up easily, even if he encountered setbacks. He was prepared for a protracted battle.