Chapter 218: Letter of Appointment

For Yang Haoran, the Soul Pill was of tremendous assistance, but for now, he had no intention of consuming it.

Within his body, there were still several Death Mark Seals lingering. Although the power of some of these seals had been absorbed, a portion remained forcefully suppressed within him.

He didn't want to waste these powers. Even though they weren't pure, the sheer quantity was substantial. Once fully absorbed, his strength would undoubtedly experience another significant surge!

These Death Mark Seals were Deng Feng's means of unlocking the Earth Soul. Without sufficient power, they couldn't be used to unlock the Heaven Soul.

Of course, the only downside was that the Yin Qi within these Death Mark Seals was not pure. Once he absorbed all the power from the seals, he would need to spend a considerable amount of time purging impurities from his body. Otherwise, it might leave some aftereffects.

Closing the wooden box again, Yang Haoran laid down a restriction on it to prevent the loss of the Soul Pill's pure Yin Qi. Satisfied with all these precautions, he placed the wooden box on the nearby table.

At this moment, Yang Haoran was in good spirits. What he thought would be a night of certain death turned out not only to be a survival but also a successful unlocking of the Heaven Soul.

What he didn't anticipate was becoming the Burial Master of Lecheng in such a short time.

Happiness came too suddenly, and he couldn't help but feel a bit excited. However, he quickly adjusted his emotions, gradually regaining composure, and began planning for the future.

About two hours passed, and Yang Haoran, deeply immersed in his thoughts, suddenly seemed to sense something. His gaze shifted towards the table beside him, finally locking onto the thin iron book.

This iron book was emitting faint Yin Qi on its own, exuding a mysterious and somewhat eerie aura.

The sudden development piqued Yang Haoran's curiosity. He picked up the iron book again and opened it.

As the iron book unfolded, small black characters floated from its pages, quickly forming words in front of him.

"Urgent report: Lecheng Yin Division was attacked by a spirit master and malevolent spirit last night. Burial Master Deng Feng led Night Watch in a full counterattack, successfully killing the spirit master Duda. However, the losses were severe, with five members of Night Watch, including Burial Master, sacrificing themselves, their souls scattered. All city Burial Masters should be on high alert to prevent similar tragedies."

Looking at the black characters formed by the gathering Yin Qi, a smile appeared on Yang Haoran's face.

The man in black was worried about the negative impact of Deng Feng's actions on him, so Yang Haoran suggested a plan to declare Deng Feng dead, minimizing the adverse effects.Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com

The method was to portray Deng Feng as a martyr who sacrificed himself for a noble cause, rather than a butcher casually slaughtering Night Watch for personal gain.

As for the number of Night Watch casualties, it was entirely fabricated. Choosing the number "five" based on necessity, as reporting more or fewer would be undesirable.

Yang Haoran's expression remained unchanged by their reactions because he had no expectations for these two. Even if they displayed more fear, he wouldn't feel the slightest disappointment.

Master Wu's reaction, on the other hand, differed from the other two. He seemed to sense that something was amiss, attempting to recall what he forgot.

Upon waking up, the scene before Master Wu indeed startled him, but soon he realized that something was off. It was as if he had forgotten something important.

No matter how hard he tried to recollect, he couldn't figure out anything, clueless about what had transpired.

"Don't be surprised. Now is not the time for astonishment."

Yang Haoran suddenly spoke, startling the three. It was only then that they realized, besides the three of them, there was another living person in the hall.

Their sensing abilities had become so dull because they were too shocked, completely oblivious to Yang Haoran's presence.

Moreover, having lost the Death Mark Seal, they were now no different from ordinary people, and their keen sensing abilities naturally disappeared.

At this moment, all three sets of eyes focused on Yang Haoran. Seeing him seated in the main seat, the shock on their faces intensified.

After glancing at Yang Haoran on the main seat and then at Deng Feng's lifeless body on the floor, the expressions on the three's faces were truly spectacular.

At this point, a similar thought simultaneously crossed their minds: Could all of this be orchestrated by Yang Haoran?

Is he... rebelling?

Yang Haoran didn't want to waste too much time on them. He had no interest in finding any sense of accomplishment in them. With a faint smile on his face, he spoke to the still shocked three.

"Last night, we were attacked by a spirit master. They all sacrificed, including the divine envoy Deng Feng. That's why you see what you see now."

Yang Haoran had no intention of explaining the details to the three. He breezed through it with just a sentence.

Instead of lessening their shock, this statement increased it significantly.

However, Yang Haoran's next words left the three dumbfounded.

"From now on, Lecheng will no longer have Deng Feng. I am your new divine envoy."