Realm of the Night God

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Deng Feng sat in his chair, a cold smirk on his face, playing with a soul gathering bead in his hand. This particular soul gathering bead had been handed over by Yang Haoran.

Previously belonging to Yang Haoran, the soul gathering bead now belonged to Deng Feng.

Kneeling before Deng Feng was an undead, none other than the spirit master Du Xiao.

Du Xiao had lost his previous arrogance and arrogance. He no longer insulted Deng Feng like a shrew. Trembling, he knelt before Deng Feng, his face filled with fear.

Compared to before, Deng Feng's own soul was extremely weak at this moment. It seemed as though a gust of wind could scatter it. His current miserable state was all thanks to Deng Feng.

Though Yang Haoran had only left the hall for a short time, Du Xiao had changed significantly. Whether in terms of the strength of his soul or his attitude towards Deng Feng, there had been a considerable transformation.

What Du Xiao had experienced, besides his interactions with Deng Feng, was unknown to outsiders. However, considering how quickly Deng Feng had subdued Du Xiao to this extent, it was clear that his methods were far from ordinary.

Beneath Du Xiao's terrified expression, Deng Feng waved his hand, drawing Du Xiao's nearly dissipated soul into the soul gathering bead.

Du Xiao's soul was to be exchanged for rewards; Deng Feng wouldn't let it dissipate so easily. Furthermore, he had already obtained the information he desired from Du Xiao, so he promptly restored Du Xiao's soul within the soul gathering bead.

"Sneaking out while the master is away to complete the apprentice task, wanting to surprise your master, haha, this fool indeed gave his master a surprise."

Deng Feng looked at the soul gathering bead in his hand, his gaze falling on the soul thread formed by Du Xiao's soul. A sneer appeared on his face.

Du Xiao might seem tough on the surface, but he was actually a coward who feared the strong and bullied the weak. After tormenting him for a while, Deng Feng had gotten everything he wanted from him, even betraying his own master.

"Don't worry, before long, your master will come to accompany you. I won't let you feel lonely, haha!"

Deng Feng laughed heartily, excitement evident in his eyes. He collected all the soul gathering beads with a sweep of his hand, then tore through space and left the hall.

Deep within the Lecheng territory, in the depths of a mountain, violent spatial fluctuations occurred, followed by a crack in space slowly widening, revealing a figure stepping out from within.

This figure was none other than Deng Feng.

"Good at hiding, but I still found you," Deng Feng said with a cold smile.

Before him was a courtyard, with two thatched cottages. They appeared ordinary, with no particular distinguishing features, like the humble dwellings of a reclusive master in the mountains.

However, to Deng Feng's eyes, these two cottages were far from ordinary. Not only were they shrouded in strong Yin Qi, but they also emanated intense resentment.

Deng Feng frowned, his expression turning grim. It wasn't because of the dense Yin Qi or the resentment but because he couldn't sense any other beings present.

Based on the information he obtained from Du Xiao, he knew that Du Xiao and his master were hiding here. After several spatial rifts, he had finally arrived at this mountain, only to spend more time locating this place. He had expected his sudden appearance to catch Du Xiao's master off guard, but he hadn't anticipated finding nothing!

With a dark expression, Deng Feng waved his hand, and with his formidable Yin spirit power, he instantly tore the two cottages apart, exposing everything within to his sight.

Except for some simple furniture, there were only piles of human and animal bones, with nothing else.

Deng Feng was infuriated. He had come here eagerly, only to be met with this. It was truly hard for him to accept. Ignoring Du Xiao's weakened state, he directly extracted Du Xiao from the soul gathering bead.

As Du Xiao was extracted from the soul gathering bead by Deng Feng, a look of fear reflexively appeared on his face. He was genuinely terrified of Deng Feng, the Burial Master.

"Open your eyes wide and see, is this the place?" Deng Feng disregarded Du Xiao's fear and went straight to the point.

With just a glance, Du Xiao hurriedly nodded at Deng Feng and said, "Yes, this is it. Besides going out to hunt every now and then, my master and I almost always live here."

"Going out to hunt? Humans?" Deng Feng asked coldly.

Du Xiao's soul trembled, fear evident on his face as he replied, "There are humans, and there are animals. Master raises ghosts, he needs... he needs their souls."

Du Xiao thought his words would enrage Deng Feng, but the reality was somewhat different. Although Deng Feng's expression remained grim, he didn't fly into a rage.

"If your master isn't here, do you know where he went?" Deng Feng looked at Du Xiao, his voice chilling.

Du Xiao's soul recoiled slightly. He understood why his words hadn't enraged Deng Feng. It was because Deng Feng was only casually asking. His true concern lay in the whereabouts of Du Xiao's master.

"I don't know what's going on either. According to the schedule my master gave me, he should have returned long ago. It's impossible for him not to be here. Maybe... maybe..." Du Xiao stuttered, looking at Deng Feng with fear, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

"Maybe what? Hurry up, don't waste my time!" Deng Feng's voice grew stern.

"It's possible he realized I wasn't here and went down the mountain to find me," Du Xiao quickly responded.

Hearing this, Deng Feng's face darkened. He pondered silently, while Du Xiao trembled nearby, afraid of disturbing Deng Feng, not daring to make a sound.

After a while, Deng Feng spoke again, "Is there any other way to find your master?"

Du Xiao shook his head hastily, saying, "I don't know."

Deng Feng's expression turned cold, startling Du Xiao. He hurriedly continued, "I really don't know. If I did, I would tell you. Please don't torture me anymore."

Seeing that Du Xiao didn't seem to be lying, Deng Feng snorted and continued, "When you and your master go down the mountain, do you have any regular places you visit?"

Du Xiao seized this like a lifeline, nodding eagerly. "Yes, there are. There are several places my master always visits when we go down the mountain. Divine envoy, do you want to go see? I can show you the way."

Hearing this, Deng Feng looked at Du Xiao with a sneer, sizing him up before chuckling, "Your master is lucky to have a disciple like you. He should be proud of you."

In the days that followed, Deng Feng searched for Du Xiao's master relentlessly. He was determined to find Du Xiao's master, driven by his own interests.

Meanwhile, Yang Haoran continued his activities, drawing talismans during the day, guiding undead at night, and trying his luck in search of extreme Yin places.

However, he also did something else. He asked Wang Yiming to bring him more books to read, not ordinary books, but those about the mystical aspects of the world.

Xu Meijing's reminder made him realize that the few books Master Jiang had given him had only opened the door to the mystical side of the world. There was much more for him to learn and understand.

Wang Yiming didn't refuse Yang Haoran's request. Being a disciple of the Fu Sect and holding the position of Spirit Police, obtaining such books for Yang Haoran was within his capabilities.

After some time, Wang Yiming brought Yang Haoran many books. They varied in thickness and age, but they all met Yang Haoran's requirements.

Yang Haoran accepted them all with gratitude and promised to return them to Wang Yiming after reading them.

With these books from Wang Yiming, Yang Haoran found another pastime—reading. After tired of drawing talismans, he diverted his attention by reading. When he felt it was time, he would return to drawing talismans.

Before he knew it, it was nearing the end of the month. During this time, aside from accompanying Wang Yiming on two patrols and subduing two stronger undead, every day passed without any other changes or surprises, living a peaceful and uneventful life.

However, a phone call from Master Jiang shattered this tranquility.

"Haoran, something's happened! Lao Zhao is dead, died in the Death God Temple he was responsible for. Not only did he die, but even his soul was swallowed!"

[Heartfelt thankyou for the support! BokuBoku]