Realm of the Night God

Chapter 689: Ye Zhiqiu's Silence

In response to Yang Haoran's praise, Ye Zhiqiu remained calm and composed, still drinking and smoking as usual, with a melancholic expression.

"This mask may look good, but it's not a demonic weapon, so it won't last long. If you want to refine it into a demonic weapon, it'll take even longer."

Ye Zhiqiu paused slightly, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and continued.

"Besides, you don't need to compare me to those ordinary craftsmen outside. We're on different paths. They may be skilled in their own way, but compared to us, there's a huge gap. After all, our understanding and vision are on different levels, and the materials we use are different, so the things we create will naturally have huge differences. So, you don't need to be surprised."

Ye Zhiqiu's tone was calm and steady, without any urgency or hesitation, but his words still revealed a hint of arrogance.

"Heh, you know, I've always believed in my friends, so when you said you only knew a little about refining demonic weapons, I really believed you. I thought you only knew a little, but now it seems I underestimated you."

Yang Haoran smiled and said something shameless, and Ye Zhiqiu looked at him with undisguised disdain.

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu preparing to leave, Yang Haoran quickly called out to him.

"Wait, I still need to trouble you with some things."Yang Haoran smiled and spoke, and Ye Zhiqiu stopped in his tracks, looking back at Yang Haoran without saying a word, waiting for him to continue.

"Let's sit down and talk slowly. You're so tall, standing in front of me makes me feel pressured."

Ye Zhiqiu hesitated slightly before sitting down opposite Yang Haoran, drinking and smoking as he waited for Yang Haoran to continue.

Yang Haoran didn't speak immediately, instead putting down the old master's smiling face mask and focusing his attention on the smiling face mask refined by Ye Zhiqiu.

From its shape and features, Ye Zhiqiu's smiling face mask was indistinguishable from the old master's previous creations. The entire mask was pitch black, with eyes, nose, and mouth, and its most distinctive feature was its warm smile.

Staring at the mask for a long time gave people a strange feeling, stronger than the old master's previous smiling face mask.

However, the old master's previous smiling face mask had been imbued with Yang Haoran's Yin spirit power, so it could sense the power within the mask. But Ye Zhiqiu's mask, refined through the artifact refining furnace, had no power fluctuations.

As Ye Zhiqiu had said, this mask was not a demonic weapon, just a semi-finished product refined according to Yang Haoran's requirements. If the next steps were completed, this smiling face mask might become a demonic weapon.

But Yang Haoran didn't want the smiling face mask to become a demonic weapon, because once it did, it would require a demon hunter's star spiritual power to activate, and his ghostly subordinates, except for Yin Qi, didn't possess star spiritual power. Even if he gave them the mask, they wouldn't be able to use it.

Currently, this semi-finished product was exactly what Yang Haoran needed.

However, he needed more than just one such mask.

Yang Haoran didn't immediately ask Ye Zhiqiu to refine more masks like this, although he was very satisfied with Ye Zhiqiu's creation. He still needed to test whether this mask could work as he intended.

In front of Ye Zhiqiu, Yang Haoran activated his internal Yin spirit power and continuously injected it into the mask. The originally pitch-black smiling face mask, under the influence of the massive Yin spirit power, began to emit a black smoke.

Yang Haoran watched this scene unfold, but he didn't stop, continuing to inject Yin spirit power into the mask.

As more and more Yin spirit power was injected into the mask, the smiling face mask suspended in front of him began to tremble, from slight to intense, but it didn't shatter under the intense power.

Yang Haoran stopped injecting Yin spirit power into the mask, feeling that it was already sufficient. After dispersing the Yin spirit power, the smiling face mask returned to its calm state and slowly fell in front of Yang Haoran.

"This kind of mask, I still need some. Can you help me refine a batch?"

Yang Haoran looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a smile.

Ye Zhiqiu raised an eyebrow, catching the key point of Yang Haoran's words.

"A batch?"

Yang Haoran nodded, giving Ye Zhiqiu a affirmative response.

"That's right, a batch."

Ye Zhiqiu frowned slightly, then asked, "Give me an exact number. How many do you mean by 'a batch'?"

Yang Haoran thought for a moment, then held up two fingers under Ye Zhiqiu's gaze.

"Twenty?"

Ye Zhiqiu asked uncertainly.

"That's right, twenty. Just refine twenty masks for me for now."

Yang Haoran's smile was unwavering, without a hint of embarrassment.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't respond immediately, instead furrowing his brow in thought.

Yang Haoran observed Ye Zhiqiu's reaction, not saying a word, waiting for his response.

After taking a few puffs of his cigarette, Ye Zhiqiu extinguished the butt and responded to Yang Haoran.

"Refining twenty masks for you isn't a problem, but I don't have enough materials of the same type. I can only use different materials, which will result in differences in the masks' durability and defense. After all, different demon beast skins have different properties, so the refined products will naturally be different too."

Yang Haoran nodded in understanding, thinking for a moment before pointing to the smiling face mask in front of him.

"As long as you use any beast skin to refine, just make sure the durability isn't weaker than this mask. It can be stronger, but absolutely cannot be weaker."

Ye Zhiqiu thought for a moment, then nodded at Yang Haoran.

"If that's your only requirement, then it shouldn't be a problem. I can give you the twenty masks by this time tomorrow."

Ye Zhiqiu was very pleased, and Yang Haoran was overjoyed. But Yang Haoran's next words left Ye Zhiqiu speechless.

"Great, if you can give them to me by tomorrow, that would be fantastic. However, I have another favor to ask of you."

Yang Haoran looked a bit embarrassed, and Ye Zhiqiu looked at him with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, but still nodded.

"What is it? Just say it directly, don't beat around the bush and waste everyone's time."

Yang Haoran didn't get angry, smiling as he tapped on the Yin Division iron book. Suddenly, a burst of black light erupted, and Yin Qi-formed texts and patterns were projected into the space in front of the two.

"What's this?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the scene before him, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Just take a look."

Yang Haoran didn't explain, smiling at Ye Zhiqiu.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't know what Yang Haoran was up to, but he still carefully read through the texts and patterns. Afterwards, his expression changed.

"You can't be asking me to help you refine this thing, can you?"

Ye Zhiqiu's face rarely showed surprise, but now it was filled with astonishment.

Yang Haoran observed Ye Zhiqiu's reaction, his expression unchanged, still smiling. He seemed to have expected this reaction.

"Hehe, you're not only handsome, but also very smart. That's right, I want you to help me refine this thing."

After getting Yang Haoran's confirmation, Ye Zhiqiu's expression turned unhappy.

"Have you gone crazy? This is completely different from a demonic weapon. Not to mention I've never refined anything like this before, and I don't know if I can succeed. Even if I can, where would I find the materials? I'm already stretching myself thin to refine twenty masks for you with the demon beast skins I have left. Where would I find extra materials to refine this thing?"