Chapter 220: Raiding the Family (1)

The smile on Yang Haoran's face remained as warm as ever. Showing deep loyalty to Master Wu, he expressed a satisfied look at the old master's trust.

"The old master has spoken like this. If I don't show some appreciation, it would seem too petty."

With a casual wave, the wooden box containing soul pills levitated from the table, suspended in the air in front of Yang Haoran.

Under Master Wu's puzzled gaze, Yang Haoran removed the seal from the wooden box, extracted a strand of pure yin qi from one soul pill, and injected it into the still-confused Master Wu.

Although Master Wu didn't know what Yang Haoran was doing, as the pure yin qi merged into his body and his Yin spirit power grew at a terrifying speed, he recalled the phrase "Soul Qi infusion."

To make the horse run, one must feed it grass. Yang Haoran understood this principle well. Despite cherishing his soul pills, he drew out a strand of pure yin qi to enhance Master Wu's Yin spirit power, recognizing the necessity for him to handle certain trivial matters.

Feeling the increase in Yin spirit power within him, Master Wu's face lit up with excitement. This excitement was genuine, emanating from the depths of his heart.

At this moment, Master Wu couldn't help but reminisce about the first substantial earnings he made when starting out. His current emotions mirrored those from back then, or more accurately, were even more exhilarating.

"Kindly trouble the old master to handle the bodies. They are all heroes of the Yin Division. Bury them in a quiet place behind the South Lake Death God Temple. Also, contact the Night Watch of other Death God Temples and have them come here tonight."

Yang Haoran's voice brought Master Wu, still caught up in excitement, back to reality. He forcefully suppressed his inner excitement and quickly responded with deference.

"Rest assured, divine envoy. Old Man will surely handle these two matters properly."

"Old master's capabilities are beyond doubt. I'll leave it to you then."

Yang Haoran smiled and, tearing open a spatial crack, took away two iron books and the wooden box, disappearing from the hall.

After Yang Haoran vanished, Master Wu finally released his pent-up excitement. Though he didn't burst into hearty laughter, his wrinkled face displayed a genuinely delighted smile.

From the beginning, he believed that getting closer to Yang Haoran would bring him considerable benefits—an intuition of a successful businessman and judgment of one.

Through his interactions with Yang Haoran, every action, every word, and every detail were observed by Master Wu. He always sensed that Yang Haoran was extraordinary and destined for greatness. Little did he expect it to happen so soon.

Master Wu, too, harbored ambitions. When he initially approached Yang Haoran, it was to achieve his goals quickly. The moment he became a Night Watch member marked the attainment of that goal. Yang Haoran was the key to his success.

After becoming a Night Watch member, he set new objectives: to firmly establish himself in the Night Watch circle in the shortest time and then find a way to get closer to the divine envoy, preferably becoming his confidant. In a short time, he achieved these goals. Lecheng Night Watch was almost wiped out, and those still alive had firmly positioned themselves in the Night Watch circle.

As for getting closer to the divine envoy and becoming his confidant, isn't he already there?

Standing still, Yang Haoran rubbed his stubble, deep in thought.

Deng Feng's villa was spacious, and conducting a carpet-style search of the entire place would be time-consuming. If there were alternative options, Yang Haoran preferred not to waste time on such tasks.

However, he had no idea where Deng Feng might hide valuable items. Without a systematic search, how could he find these things?

Just as Yang Haoran worried about the matter, he suddenly raised his eyebrows, seemingly thinking of a solution.

At the same time, a frightened scream from a woman echoed from inside the villa.

The sudden appearance of the scream didn't startle Yang Haoran. He wasn't even slightly surprised. Instead, he smiled and looked towards the direction of the scream.

A young woman, wrapped in a bathrobe with wet hair, indicating a recent shower, appeared. There was no hint of dust on her, and she carried a faint fragrance reminiscent of a lotus in water.

With the startled scream of the woman, the villa immediately became lively.

"What's happening? What's going on so early in the morning! Stop screaming like a banshee!"

"Could you stop making noise? I'm still dreaming!"

Various voices of women, each with a different tone—some angry, some puzzled, and some discontent—resounded in the villa.

Although their emotions differed, one thing remained the same: their voices were pleasant, each with its unique charm.

"There's... there's a man... no! A pervert! A pervert has broken in! Ah!!!"

The young woman screamed again, covering her chest with both hands, fearing an unintentional exposure.

Her words caused a series of hurried footsteps in the villa, and one after another, beautiful figures appeared in Yang Haoran's sight.

Yang Haoran smiled, his facial expression devoid of any panic or lecherousness.

The young women, however, had different reactions to Yang Haoran. Some looked puzzled, some wary, and some frightened.

Only... only none seemed interested.