Realm of the Night God

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Yang Haoran whispered to Master Jiang again, learning that the reason they managed to escape was because Deng Feng arrived in time. Otherwise, things wouldn't have been as simple as just injuries; there might have been casualties or even a complete wipeout.

However, when Deng Feng arrived, the evil spirit that had trapped Master Jiang and the others had already fled, leaving Deng Feng empty-handed. Not only did Deng Feng come up empty-handed here, but he also faced disappointment elsewhere. When he arrived, there were only two corpses on the ground, with no trace of the evil spirit, and no sense of its presence.

Deng Feng had no idea how the evil spirit managed to completely erase all traces of Yin Qi residue, rendering it undetectable. Even with his strength, it was useless.

After Master Jiang's explanation, Yang Haoran understood why Deng Feng was so furious. Two consecutive failures, two dead Night Watch, and the rest of the Night Watch were all injured, almost wiping out the entire force. It was enough to make anyone furious.

"Yang Haoran, where did you run off to?" Deng Feng, seated in the main position, opened his eyes, fixing his gaze on Yang Haoran, his face stern as he spoke.

He had kept his eyes closed previously, seemingly suppressing his inner rage. Though his eyes were shut, he sensed Yang Haoran's presence.

However, seeing that Yang Haoran was uninjured, instead of feeling relieved, the rage he had just suppressed threatened to ignite once more.

Sensing the hostility in Deng Feng's tone, Yang Haoran ceased his conversation with Master Jiang. He didn't immediately respond but approached Deng Feng with a serious expression.

Deng Feng was puzzled but didn't stop him. After Yang Haoran came near, he whispered something in Deng Feng's ear.

Deng Feng's expression remained unchanged. He merely grunted in response, gesturing for Yang Haoran to step back.

"Regarding everything that happened today, I hope everyone will keep it strictly confidential and not speak of it to anyone," Deng Feng scanned the Night Watch present, his voice solemn.

Despite being injured, the Night Watch respectfully agreed. This was not something to boast about. Revealing it would not only shame the Night Watch but also tarnish Deng Feng's reputation as the Burial Master.

Apart from these considerations, Deng Feng had another layer of concern. In his eyes, the Night Watch were mere cannon fodder. Losing a few was inconsequential, but if news of this incident spread, it could cast doubt on his abilities within the Yin Division. Other Burial Masters might use it to undermine him, affecting his career prospects.

Therefore, he had to handle this discreetly to avoid any negative repercussions.

In the following time, Deng Feng made several deployments and arrangements tailored specifically for spirit masters.

Finally, he distributed some defensive items to the surviving Night Watch. In the past, receiving treasures from Deng Feng would have thrilled them, but now their reactions were subdued. This wasn't because the Night Watch had high standards but because the Death God pendants Deng Feng had previously given them had proven ineffective. Hence, they remained calm, devoid of any excitement.

Deng Feng was infuriated by this. He had genuinely bestowed valuable treasures upon them this time, far superior to the Death God pendants. It irked him that they couldn't appreciate it.

Despite his irritation, Deng Feng didn't retract the items. With five Night Watch dead in a single day, he couldn't afford further losses. If they continued to die, who would work for him, and who would manage the Death God Temple in Lecheng? Would he have to do it himself?

That was clearly impossible. So, to ensure the smooth operation of the Death God Temple in Lecheng, he reluctantly handed out genuine treasures to the Night Watch for their protection.

After the other Night Watch left, only Yang Haoran and Deng Feng remained in the hall.

"If you have anything important to report, you can speak now," Deng Feng's gaze fell on Yang Haoran as he spoke.

Earlier, Deng Feng's displeasure towards Yang Haoran had been evident when he entered the hall. However, after Yang Haoran whispered something to him, Deng Feng suppressed his anger and didn't press further in front of the Night Watch.

At that time, Yang Haoran had only informed Deng Feng that he had something important to report but couldn't discuss it with so many people around.

Deng Feng wasn't concerned about any tricks Yang Haoran might play. The vast difference in their strengths was evident. Thus, he didn't inquire further at the time. It was only after everything had been arranged and it was just the two of them that he asked.

"Divine Envoy, the reason I didn't rush over to support tonight was because I was trapped by an Old Man named Duda," Yang Haoran began his report.

After careful consideration, Yang Haoran decided to tell Deng Feng about encountering Duda tonight. He did so because he had his own plans and arrangements in mind.

Duda had spoken to him a lot tonight. From Yang Haoran's perspective, Duda was trying to convey one thing: he was cunning and ruthless, willing to do anything to achieve his goals. So, it would be best for Yang Haoran to cooperate with him; otherwise, he would meet a gruesome end, as Duda was capable of anything.

Yang Haoran understood Duda's message, but along with recognizing the man's ruthlessness, he also saw his unreliability. He felt that Duda wasn't trustworthy...

"Even if Duda's plan succeeds in the end, I'll end up scattered as a soul. In other words, no matter what I do, it all leads to death. Since death is inevitable, shouldn't I do something about it?

Indeed, I should do something, and what Yang Haoran wants to do is quite simple: even in death, he wants to drag others down with him, and Duda is one of them!

With this goal in mind, Yang Haoran had a plan, and the first step of this plan was to tell Deng Feng everything about his encounter tonight!

As Deng Feng heard Yang Haoran's words, his expression changed suddenly, and he stood up abruptly from his seat.

"Duda! You encountered that old bastard tonight?" Deng Feng was first surprised, then his face showed a puzzled expression, and his gaze towards Yang Haoran became alert.

"Since you encountered him, how could you still be alive?" Deng Feng asked, furrowing his brows.

Yang Haoran didn't find Deng Feng's question surprising at all; it was within his expectations.

"He thinks I'm close to the divine envoy, and the divine envoy values me, so he threatened me to do something," Yang Haoran replied.

"You agreed?" Deng Feng frowned, asking.

Yang Haoran nodded straightforwardly and said, "I agreed. If I didn't, I'd be done for."

Upon hearing this, Deng Feng's gaze towards Yang Haoran turned cold, and he snorted, saying, "Hmph, you admit it so readily. As a member of the Yin Division, you actually accepted the coercion of a spirit master for survival. To put it lightly, it's understandable coercion, but to put it bluntly, it's betrayal of the Yin Division. And yet you have the audacity to tell me directly?"

Yang Haoran smiled bitterly. He said, "Duda planted a soul scattering needle in me. He promised to spare my life as long as I help him achieve his goal, but I don't trust him. I know that no matter if I can help him achieve his goal or not, I'll ultimately die. So I decided to report everything to you. I hope the divine envoy and I can stage a play."

Deng Feng raised an eyebrow and asked, "Stage a play? What kind of play?"

"A good play, a play with the purpose of killing him," Yang Haoran put away his smile, his gaze turned cold, and a murderous intent emanated from him.

Seeing the coldness in Yang Haoran's eyes, Deng Feng didn't speak immediately. Instead, he stared at Yang Haoran for a long time, as if trying to see through his true thoughts.

After a while, Deng Feng withdrew his gaze, sat back in his seat, and the coldness on his face disappeared, replaced by curiosity.

"He asked you to do what?" Deng Feng asked, picking at his nails with one hand.

"He gave me a month to lure you into the ghost building and then find a way to make you fight with that... " Yang Haoran responded.

As these words came out, Deng Feng's movements paused, and his expression froze for a moment. After reacting, he laughed.

"Heh, this old bastard is quite scheming. He wants to reap the benefits of others' hard work? Well, eliminating both me and that person in one fell swoop, he really does have big ambitions," Deng Feng said with a smile, continuing to pick at his already clean nails with his thumb.

"Duda said that as long as I can successfully accomplish these two things, he will show up himself," Yang Haoran said.

"Tell me your thoughts. How do you want to play this play?" Deng Feng asked.

"The person in the ghost building has been cooperating with our Yin Division for many years. If the divine envoy intervenes and asks her to cooperate, it shouldn't be difficult given your status, divine envoy," Yang Haoran said.

Deng Feng's actions paused again as he picked his nails, then his gaze moved away from his hand and landed on Yang Haoran.

"You want the person in the ghost building to join your troupe?" Deng Feng asked.

Yang Haoran nodded and said, "Without her, this play lacks a spiritsoul. Do you think that old bastard would believe it?"

"Would he believe it with her?" Deng Feng countered.

A cold smile appeared on Yang Haoran's face.

"As long as the divine envoy doesn't doubt my actions in the next month and listens to my advice, I am confident that the old bastard will come to watch this death play. He may not fully believe it, but he has desires, he wants to achieve his goals. So even if he doesn't fully believe it, he will take the risk. Therefore, I'm confident that I can lure him into the ghost building. But the prerequisite is that you and the person in the ghost building must cooperate with me to stage this play well."

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