Chapter 93: Appointment

Chapter 93: Appointment

Yang Haoran could sense sincerity in Master Jiang's reminder, and he nodded with a smile in response, saying, "Rest assured, Master Jiang, I'll be careful."

Having interacted with Yang Haoran for some time, Master Jiang knew he was not reckless. Since he had already been reminded, he believed Yang Haoran wouldn't just brush off his words.

"How much has your Yin spirit power improved this time?" Master Jiang asked again.

It was only then that Yang Haoran realized he hadn't checked, as he had been preoccupied with other Night Watch tasks.

Extending his arm, he exerted his Yin spirit power to its fullest, swirling black smoke enveloping his palm. Though it still only covered one hand, the density of the black smoke had doubled since before.

If he wished, he could diffuse his Yin spirit power to cover a wider area, but doing so would dilute it, weakening both defense and offense.

"My Yin spirit power has doubled," Yang Haoran said with a wave of his hand, dispersing the Yin spirit power and smiling at Master Jiang.

"Not bad at all. It took me a whole year to reach your level of Yin spirit power after becoming a Night Watch. You're much stronger than I am," Master Jiang chuckled.

"You're being modest, Master Jiang. I've just been lucky. If it weren't for subduing that evil spirit by chance this time, reaching this level of Yin spirit power within a year would have been difficult," Yang Haoran humbly replied.

Master Jiang didn't dwell on the matter further. He simply smiled and didn't comment on Yang Haoran's words.

After leaving the hall together, the place fell silent. Except for the last day of each month, it remained untouched.

Before leaving, Yang Haoran took several soul gathering beads from the hall. While these beads might seem magical to outsiders, they were common among the Night Watch. However, they were only to be used freely by them. Passing them to anyone outside the Yin Division without authorization would result in punishment if discovered.

Exiting the hall, Yang Haoran continued to assist with various tasks around the temple, joining Master Jiang and other temple priests for lunch at the Death God Temple upon invitation, before returning to the grocery store.

For the next few days, Yang Haoran didn't venture out during the day, focusing on business, recuperating, and reading the books borrowed from Master Jiang.

At night, despite his injuries, he continued his duty of guiding the undead to subdue malevolent spirits. However, in recent days, his harvest had been minimal, finding only a few ordinary undead.

After a few days, his injuries had nearly healed, especially with the infusion of Soul Qi and the enhancement of Yin spirit power, his recovery speed had increased significantly.

Moreover, with the strengthened Yin spirit power, even if he stayed awake all night, he remained energetic during the day. When his body felt weary, a short nap of an hour or two would refresh him completely. This allowed him to continue his business during the day and fulfill his duties at night.

The waiter hesitated for a moment. Ma Ling appeared young, yet she requested the most expensive wine without a second thought. Uncertain if Ma Ling was joking or serious, the waiter looked to Yang Haoran for guidance.

Although Yang Haoran thought a regular wine would suffice, he didn't respond to the waiter. Instead, he smiled and glanced at Ma Ling.

Rolling her eyes, Ma Ling seemed displeased with the waiter's reaction. She reassured, "Don't worry, I'm not joking. I'm serious. Just do as I say."

Recognizing Ma Ling's sincerity, the waiter respectfully acknowledged her request before hurrying out of the room.

The restaurant served the dishes promptly, and soon the table was filled with food and wine. Initially, there were few conversations among the three, but as they drank more and more, their relationships improved, and the topics became more abundant. Even Wang Yiming, who usually wore a stern expression, occasionally laughed heartily.

Tonight's gathering wasn't merely because they possessed abilities beyond ordinary people. It was also because they had faced the red robe evil spirit incident together, forming a bond through shared hardships.

Previously, they found it hard to open up due to unfamiliarity and individual considerations. However, with the assistance of food and alcohol, the situation naturally changed, and they became more relaxed with each other.

While Ma Ling was naturally lively, even Wang Yiming, who typically wore a serious demeanor, became talkative under the influence of alcohol.

It must be said that alcohol could be detrimental, but sometimes, in certain situations, it was indispensable.

"Did you know that day, the reason I could summon so many ghost slaying talismans was because I had drawn almost all ghost slaying talismans in the afternoon? Combined with what I had left from before, I had so many. It's a pity I used them all in one go. Now, thinking back, it still hurts," Wang Yiming, his face flushed with alcohol, spoke loudly enough for the entire room to hear.

Inside the private room, both Yang Haoran and Ma Ling didn't find Wang Yiming's voice too loud. Yang Haoran was accustomed to the noise in such places, while Ma Ling, with her naturally loud voice, didn't find Wang Yiming's voice excessive.

"If it weren't for my Nine-Character Mantra Array injuring the red robe evil spirit first, even if you summoned more ghost slaying talismans, it wouldn't have been effective. Ultimately, it was the might of my Ma family's Nine-Character Mantra Array. If I had been prepared earlier, I wouldn't have fallen into the evil spirit's illusion realm, and I could have taken care of it easily!"

If Ma Ling had said this when they first met, neither Wang Yiming nor Yang Haoran would have believed her. However, after witnessing Ma Ling's Nine-Character Mantra Array, although they still felt her words were exaggerated, they didn't dare to completely refute them.

However, one thing was certain: the Nine-Character Mantra Array was indeed powerful. If Ma Ling had held on for a moment longer, Wang Yiming wouldn't have faced any trouble later.

As they continued chatting, fueled by alcohol, their spirits rose, and the atmosphere grew livelier. However, outside the room, the waiter began to feel uneasy.

"Should I call the police?"

The waiter, holding his mobile phone, looked flustered, unable to decide.