Realm of the Night God

Chapter 688: Technical Prowess

Yang Haoran suddenly thought of someone, and that person was Ye Zhiqiu!

Why did he suddenly think of Ye Zhiqiu at this critical moment? It was because Ye Zhiqiu was a demon hunter, and many demon hunters were skilled in crafting demonic weapons.

Yang Haoran had once heard Ye Zhiqiu mention that he had some knowledge of crafting demonic weapons. Although Yang Haoran wasn't sure if Ye Zhiqiu was being humble or telling the truth, he felt that the latter was more likely, given his understanding of Ye Zhiqiu.

Regardless of whether Ye Zhiqiu was being humble or not, seeking his help might just solve the problem. If Ye Zhiqiu could use his method to create a smiling face mask using demon skin, the quality would immediately increase, and its durability would exceed Yang Haoran's imagination.

Thinking of this, Yang Haoran immediately left the study room and found Ye Zhiqiu in his bedroom. He first handed over the corpse of the pig demon to Ye Zhiqiu and explained his intentions.

Ye Zhiqiu's face showed a puzzled expression when he heard that Yang Haoran wanted him to craft a mask, but he didn't ask many questions and didn't refuse. Instead, he nodded in agreement.

"When do you need it?" Ye Zhiqiu asked, taking a swig of strong liquor.

"The sooner the better, I'm in a hurry," Yang Haoran replied with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu didn't hesitate. With a wave of his hand, a furnace about the height of an adult appeared in the bedroom.

Ye Zhiqiu's bedroom was originally quite spacious, so the sudden appearance of the furnace didn't make the room feel cramped.This furnace was similar to the alchemical furnace used by Feng Xiao to refine elixirs, but there were many differences in the details.

Yang Haoran had seen Feng Xiao's alchemical furnace before, but this was the first time he had seen Ye Zhiqiu's furnace.

"Is this... used for crafting demonic weapons?" Yang Haoran asked uncertainly.

Although the furnace in front of him was similar to Feng Xiao's alchemical furnace, Yang Haoran didn't assume it was an alchemical furnace, since Ye Zhiqiu wasn't an alchemist.

"This is an artifact refining furnace, a necessary tool for us demon hunters to craft demonic weapons. We also use it to refine demonic pills into demon spirit fluid. In our eyes, it's just as important as an alchemist's alchemical furnace," Ye Zhiqiu explained.

Yang Haoran hadn't seen a demon hunter's artifact refining furnace before, but he had guessed its function correctly.

Next, Ye Zhiqiu asked Yang Haoran about the specific requirements for the smiling face mask. Yang Haoran handed over a smiling face mask and asked Ye Zhiqiu to create one according to the previous design.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't ask further questions and instead used his hands to seal a spell, releasing a surge of star spiritual power from his body into the artifact refining furnace.

As the star spiritual power entered the furnace, flames erupted, and the entire artifact refining furnace was engulfed in fire. The temperature in the bedroom suddenly skyrocketed.

Ye Zhiqiu remained calm and cast a restriction barrier, enveloping the artifact refining furnace and the two of them within it.

With the appearance of the restriction barrier, the temperature in the room stopped rising and began to decrease. However, Yang Haoran and Ye Zhiqiu, who were enveloped by the barrier, didn't feel the temperature drop. Instead, they felt it getting hotter and hotter. Fortunately, they weren't ordinary people, or they would have been severely affected by the intense heat.

After casting the restriction barrier, Ye Zhiqiu took out a piece of demon skin from his independent space. This was no ordinary animal skin, but demon skin, which still emitted a faint demonic aura.

Demon skin was far superior to ordinary animal skin in terms of quality, with differences in toughness and other abilities. Some demon skins even had special abilities.

After processing the skin, Ye Zhiqiu took a small piece, about the size of an adult's face, and threw it into the artifact refining furnace. Then, he sat down, closed his eyes, and began to cast spells quickly.

"You can go attend to your own business. I'll notify you when the mask is ready."

Yang Haoran had no idea how long it would take Ye Zhiqiu to successfully craft the mask, as he was an outsider in this field. Ye Zhiqiu didn't explain, so Yang Haoran had no concept of the time required.

However, since Ye Zhiqiu had already said so, he naturally couldn't say much more. Anyway, he couldn't understand anything even if he stayed, so he simply nodded and left Ye Zhiqiu's bedroom with a smiling face mask on.

Letting Ye Zhiqiu refine the smiling face mask meant that some of his secrets would naturally be exposed. He had once thought about keeping this secret to himself, but now it seemed that it would be difficult to do so. At least the secret of the smiling face mask was out, and others didn't know who the master behind it was, but Ye Zhiqiu knew now.

Given Ye Zhiqiu's personality, he definitely wouldn't ask Yang Haoran too many questions, and he absolutely wouldn't casually bring it up to others. So, even if Ye Zhiqiu knew about the smiling face mask, Yang Haoran was still relatively at ease.

Of course, even if Ye Zhiqiu asked what the smiling face mask was for, Yang Haoran wouldn't say much. At least for now, he wouldn't actively tell others about the ghostly affairs under his command.

Yang Haoran returned to the study room, where he looked up some information in the Yin Division iron book while waiting for Ye Zhiqiu's response. After about an hour, the study room door was knocked on.

Sensing the star spiritual power coming from the door, Yang Haoran knew that the visitor was definitely Ye Zhiqiu. He was somewhat surprised - had Ye Zhiqiu completed the task so quickly?

With a sense of surprise in his heart, Yang Haoran opened the study room door, and Ye Zhiqiu didn't bother with small talk, directly entering the study room.

"I've finished making what you wanted," Ye Zhiqiu said, and suddenly produced two masks in his hand. He didn't say much, directly tossing the masks to Yang Haoran.

Without seeing Yang Haoran make any move, a stream of Yin Qi appeared out of thin air, wrapping around the masks. The two masks hovered in the air for a moment before slowly falling down and finally coming to a stop in front of Yang Haoran.

Looking at the two masks in front of him, Yang Haoran's eyes revealed surprise and disbelief. He glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, who was drinking wine, before refocusing on the masks.

Both masks were smiling face masks. One was the reference mask left by Yang Haoran for Ye Zhiqiu, and the other was naturally refined by Ye Zhiqiu using the artifact refining furnace.

Yang Haoran could tell at a glance which mask was made by the old master and which was refined by Ye Zhiqiu. The old master's smiling face mask, although exquisitely crafted, was made from ordinary materials, so it looked somewhat dull after completion.

In contrast, the smiling face mask refined by Ye Zhiqiu through the artifact refining furnace, although identical in shape to the old master's, looked more radiant and was crafted with equal precision, not inferior to the old master's, and even surpassing it in some ways!

It was precisely because of this that Yang Haoran's gaze towards Ye Zhiqiu was filled with disbelief.

Taking down the two masks, Yang Haoran held one in his hand, carefully feeling it. The smiling face mask refined by Ye Zhiqiu was very soft and comfortable to the touch, with excellent elasticity. In comparison, the old master's smiling face mask was much inferior.

Originally, Yang Haoran had some doubts about Ye Zhiqiu's skills and didn't have very high expectations, thinking that as long as it wasn't too ugly, it would be fine. But after seeing the finished smiling face mask, he was deeply impressed by Ye Zhiqiu's skills, putting aside the materials used. In terms of craftsmanship, Ye Zhiqiu was even better than the old master.

"Your skills, your speed, have left me shocked," Yang Haoran said, putting down the masks and looking at Ye Zhiqiu, unable to help but praise him with a smile.