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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?

The only difference is that the divine envoy is no longer Deng Feng but Yang Haoran!

Master Wu achieved his first goal after becoming a Night Watch member, and once again, Yang Haoran played a crucial role in his success. How could he not be excited?

The benefits he gained now were unique among Lecheng\'s Night Watch members, and it was all thanks to Yang Haoran. This made him affirm that establishing a good relationship with Yang Haoran in the beginning was a wise decision.

In terms of age, Yang Haoran was like a child in front of him. However, both sides were not ordinary people. They couldn\'t view the matter with worldly eyes. Even in the world of ordinary people, strength spoke louder.

So, Master Wu didn\'t feel awkward due to the significant age difference. As long as Yang Haoran helped him achieve his goals, provided more benefits, and led him further on this path, age was irrelevant.

Not to mention that Yang Haoran, being no child but a scheming and ambitious individual like himself, made him not the least bit uncomfortable.

Yet, a sense of caution and vigilance remained indispensable!

Master Wu built his fortune from scratch to its current state, and it wasn\'t just luck. Yang Haoran, after tearing through space and leaving, didn\'t return to the grocery store but instead arrived at Deng Feng\'s villa.

Standing in the courtyard of the villa, Yang Haoran\'s gaze swept across the interior before settling on a particular spot, his expression filled with sighs.

This spot was where Deng Feng used to lie in the sun, the very place where Deng Feng had planted the Death Mark Seal for him.

Back then, Deng Feng was a god-like figure in Yang Haoran\'s eyes, while he was just one among the countless ants in the world. But who could have anticipated that, in just a few short months, this god-like figure would meet his demise, while he, the ant, not only survived but also took his place.

This was something neither Yang Haoran nor the now-dispersed Deng Feng could have foreseen. If Deng Feng had known, he would have likely killed Yang Haoran at the first sight.

You never know whether tomorrow will bring good fortune or misfortune, a truth applicable not only to ordinary people but also to non-ordinary people like Yang Haoran.

Putting aside the meaningless sighs in his heart, Yang Haoran refocused his mind and took a step forward.

He didn\'t come here today to reminisce; he came to raid the place.

Wasting no time, a characteristic of his, Yang Haoran entered the villa, immediately encountering the pleasant scent of a woman\'s perfume. Though he knew little about perfumes, he could tell that the fragrance was high-quality.

The presence of a woman\'s perfume in Deng Feng\'s villa didn\'t surprise Yang Haoran. Deng Feng had several women for his pleasure, so a strong perfume scent in the villa was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Where would he keep valuable items?"

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.