Realm of the Night God

When Yang Haoran stopped his steps, he had arrived at the entrance of a conference room.

Several people were standing outside the conference room door. These people were emanating different power fluctuations, maintaining a certain distance from each other, with solemn expressions, neither joking around nor whispering to each other, standing upright outside the conference room door.

Upon Yang Haoran's appearance, except for one person looking straight ahead, the gazes of the others all turned towards Yang Haoran.

After seeing Yang Haoran, the expressions of these people all changed, and one person's face even showed a happy look.

"Brother Yang, what are you doing here!"

This person happily greeted Yang Haoran with a beaming face. This person was none other than Wu Xiaoxiao, Master Wu's granddaughter.

"I came here to take a look. I didn't expect it to be so lively here today," Yang Haoran said with a smile.

"Yang Divine Envoy, hello!"

"Greetings to Yang Divine Envoy!"

Although Yang Haoran did not know them, they recognized Yang Haoran. In the circle of non-ordinary people in Lecheng, there were few who did not know Yang Haoran, even if they had never met him in person, they had all heard of the Burial Master from the Yin Division.

Although they belonged to different sects with different doctrines, and often had conflicts of interest, until now, Lecheng's Yin Division had not targeted any forces other than spirit masters. Therefore, when they saw Yang Haoran, they still actively greeted him out of courtesy, even if it was just a formality without any real respect.

Of course, this greeting was only a matter of courtesy, or a mere formality. It did not amount to respect.

In the underworld, Yang Haoran was just a nobody, but in Lecheng, it was different. If he stomped his foot, Lecheng would tremble.

And now, he was the true emperor of Lecheng, only outsiders did not know about this.

"Hehe, hello to you all," Yang Haoran smiled and nodded in response to those who greeted him, then turned his gaze to one of them.

This person was a woman, probably in her early twenties, with an oval face, tall and slender, and a beautiful appearance.

This woman was one of the two who did not greet him just now. However, Yang Haoran's reason for looking at her was not to hold a grudge over this trivial matter, nor was it because she was beautiful and he wanted to take a closer look.

What he cared about was the weak star spiritual power emanating from her body, which indicated that she was a demon hunter. The only problem was that she was a stranger to Yang Haoran, as he had never seen her before and had never heard of Lecheng having such a demon hunter. C#ontent& f.i^rst r*eleas*ed on M+_+V+L.EM*_+P#Y&R.^

Seeing Yang Haoran looking at her, the woman frowned slightly, her face showing displeasure.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a woman before?"

The woman's tone was very unfriendly, and her words were sharp. Wu Xiaoxiao, who was standing nearby, immediately showed an angry expression upon hearing this, while the others did not have much of a reaction.

"How dare you speak like that! What's wrong with him looking at you? Did he take a piece of your flesh?" Wu Xiaoxiao angrily retorted, her tone equally unfriendly.

"None of your business, you country bumpkin who hasn't seen the world," the woman replied indifferently, her tone full of disdain. She gave Wu Xiaoxiao a contemptuous look and then turned her gaze back to Yang Haoran.

This gaze was also filled with disdain, not the kind that was deliberately put on, but the kind that came from the bottom of her heart.

Although Wu Xiaoxiao's temper was still relatively good, it did not mean that she had no temper at all. Seeing the other party being so arrogant, she wanted to scold the woman again, but was stopped by Yang Haoran.

"Beauty, you must not be a demon hunter from our Lecheng, are you from a big city?" Yang Haoran asked the woman with a smile on his face.

"Hmph, it seems you're not blind. I'm indeed from a big city, which is many times bigger than your shitty Lecheng," the woman snorted coldly, her words full of a sense of superiority.

"Hehe, indeed, our Lecheng is a small place. By the way, you've come from afar, why are you standing outside? Is it because you're not qualified to go in?"

Yang Haoran smiled and asked, his words directly hitting the woman's chest, causing her contemptuous expression to instantly freeze.

After asking this question, Yang Haoran had no intention of waiting for the woman to answer, but instead turned to another person with a smile on his face.

Apart from the woman, this person had not greeted him either. Of course, he did not care whether others were willing to greet him or not, as that was their own business, and he really did not mind at all. The reason he shifted his gaze to this person was because the power fluctuation emanating from him was Corpse Qi.

This person was shriveled all over, with a terrifying appearance, a pair of lifeless bulging eyes, and no trace of life characteristics could be sensed on him. He was not a living person but a zombie, and it was unknown what means his master had used to eliminate the unique stench of the zombie.

Yang Haoran's parents had died tragically at the hands of zombies, so he had never liked the existence of zombies. Although he would not attack a zombie on sight, he indeed did not feel good about this kind of existence.

"Has the Corpse Control Sect also come to this meeting?"

Yang Haoran lost interest after just glancing at this zombie and then turned his gaze to Wu Xiaoxiao, asking.

"Yes, they are in the meeting room."

Wu Xiaoxiao nodded in response.

Yang Haoran knew that there had always been people from the Corpse Control Sect in Lecheng, but their influence was not strong, and they rarely showed themselves, so they had little presence.

The only question was whether the Corpse Control Sect had been invited to this meeting or had come uninvited.

However, at this moment, he suddenly remembered another matter, which was that he still had a secret technique for refining zombies in his possession, and this secret technique was from the Corpse Control Sect.

Although he had never refined a zombie after obtaining this secret technique, he had still studied it carefully to better deal with zombies in the future. So now he had a certain understanding of zombies.

From the current situation, it seems that the people present had not entered the meeting room but were waiting obediently outside, which means that with their identities, they were not qualified to enter the meeting room.

"I'll go take a look, you just stay out here for now."

Yang Haoran instructed Wu Xiaoxiao and then stepped towards the door of the meeting room.

"You stop right there! What did you just say? Who do you think you are looking down on? A country bumpkin like you has no right to look down on me!"

A cold and strongly murderous voice suddenly rang out, and it was none other than the beautiful female demon hunter.

Her words filled with strong murderous intent were naturally directed at Yang Haoran because his previous words had made her feel very embarrassed.

In her eyes, Yang Haoran and his people were just country bumpkins who had never seen the world. Being humiliated by such a country bumpkin made her feel very uncomfortable, so she wanted to vent her anger and regain her face.

Upon hearing this, Yang Haoran paused his footsteps and turned to look at the woman, his smile still on his face.

"Hehe, I was just stating a fact. I said you are not qualified to go in, was I wrong?"

Yang Haoran asked with a smile.

The already furious woman became even angrier when she heard Yang Haoran's words!

"How dare you!" she gritted her teeth and said.

"Why shouldn't I dare to say it? Let me tell you again, you are not qualified to go in, but I am. It's not like you are not qualified to go in, and I have to stay out here with you, right?"

Yang Haoran asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the woman's anger erupted like a volcano and could no longer be suppressed.

"You're courting death!"

As the cold voice rang out, she charged towards Yang Haoran like an arrow released from a bowstring, with a fierce momentum.

Yang Haoran saw the woman charging towards him, but he had no intention of dodging, his face still bearing that faint smile, looking harmless.

However, just as the woman appeared in front of him, before she could even make a move, he had already beaten her to it!