Realm of the Night God

Chapter 717: Do You Dare?

The other party's purpose was very clear, and after achieving their goal, they left behind only one sentence before departing immediately. Mr. Zhang's words made Yang Haoran's doubts even stronger.

He swept his gaze around, and although the Zhang family had suffered significant damage to their buildings and had some casualties, the losses were not too severe.

Mr. Zhang, the head of the Zhang family, had been targeted for revenge, but the other party hadn't killed him and hadn't gone on a killing spree in the Zhang family, without any bloodshed or violence. So, what was the purpose of their visit? Was it really for revenge?

Yang Haoran hadn't even opened his mouth to ask about his doubts when Mr. Zhang took the initiative to explain.

"This ghost came to my Zhang family not to exterminate us, but to obtain a ghost. They want us to cooperate with them, so they forcibly took away my Third Son and left a message. If we want my Third Brother to live, we must exchange this ghost with them. Otherwise, they will not only kill my Third Brother but also try to destroy our entire family!"

Yang Haoran's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and Mr. Zhang's words only made him more doubtful.

"Does the ghost want you to hand over the ghost?"

Yang Haoran asked, but before Mr. Zhang could respond, a discordant voice entered his ears.

"Yang Divine Envoy is indeed a people person. Although you arrived late, you have many questions. You must think I'm a very enthusiastic person."

This discordant voice didn't change Yang Haoran's facial expression, and he smiled as he looked towards the speaker.Upon seeing the person, Yang Haoran was slightly taken aback, but then he reacted.

"Ha ha, it's Old Zhang. What a coincidence. I didn't expect to run into you here. It's been a long time, and you seem to have aged a lot."

Yang Haoran smiled as he spoke, and the person was none other than Zhang Changqing, the leader of the Lecheng Fu Sect.

Standing beside Zhang Changqing was a young man, Wang Yiming.

Yang Haoran spoke to Zhang Changqing, then turned his gaze to Wang Yiming and smiled, nodding slightly. The other party responded similarly, and the two of them exchanged greetings.

Although Yang Haoran and Wang Yiming weren't close friends, they didn't have time to catch up in this situation, so they just smiled and nodded without saying much.

"Ha ha, yes, I'm getting older every day. I can't compare to Yang Divine Envoy, who is an Underworld Envoy, immortal and eternal, with the same lifespan as Heaven and Earth. We mortals can't compare to you."

Elder Zhang responded with a cold laugh, but his words weren't meant to flatter Yang Haoran. Instead, they were purely sarcastic, and to others, they might have sounded a bit sour.

Anyone could see that Elder Zhang wasn't friendly towards Yang Haoran, and the two must have had some past conflicts.

It wasn't surprising that they had conflicts, given that they both came from Lecheng, but Mr. Zhang didn't want to see them quarrel in his home. After all, today wasn't the day to invite them to fight.

If they really started quarreling, it might even lead to a fight, which would ruin his plans.

So, when he saw things going awry, he quickly smiled and explained to Yang Haoran.

"Yang Divine Envoy, this is my uncle. I believe you've already met. There's no need for me to introduce him further."

Mr. Zhang's words made Yang Haoran's heart skip a beat.

Mr. Zhang's uncle was named Zhang Changchun, which Yang Haoran knew. Wang Yiming's teacher was named Zhang Changqing, which he also knew. After all, Zhang Changqing was the leader of the Lecheng Fu Sect, and they had interacted before, even having conflicts. How could he not know Zhang Changqing's name?

However, he had never thought that Zhang Changqing and Zhang Changchun were related.

Although their names differed by only one character, there were countless people with the surname Zhang, and it wasn't surprising that their names were similar. Moreover, he hadn't seen Zhang Changqing during his previous visit, so he hadn't connected the two.

Seeing Yang Haoran's surprised expression, Zhang Changchun quickly explained in a low voice.

"I've never gotten along with my cousin, and when he went to the Lechengfu Sect, I took over the Zhang family. For many years, we've had very little contact, and if it weren't for this family crisis, I wouldn't have been able to invite him, so..."

Zhang Changchun didn't continue speaking, but Yang Haoran understood his meaning.

Yang Haoran had a smile on his face, but didn't say anything, only nodding lightly at Zhang Changchun.

Zhang Changchun's eyes showed gratitude, while Zhang Changqing let out a cold snort, not saying anything more.

Zhang Changchun's words to Yang Haoran, although intentionally spoken in a low tone, were still clearly heard by Zhang Changqing. He didn't say anything more because he didn't want to quarrel with Yang Haoran, which would be of no benefit to him.

Since he knew that quarreling with Yang Haoran would be of no benefit, why did he still say those words? It was entirely due to his personality. He wanted Yang Haoran to know of his existence, to know of his dissatisfaction, and that this dissatisfaction had not decreased with time.

After satisfying his urge to speak, he vented his frustration, and his cousin Zhang Changchun gave him an opportunity to save face, which he took.

Just then, the space around them began to fluctuate violently, and a rift opened, revealing a tall figure walking out. She had her hands in her pockets, a cold expression on her face, and an aloof demeanor.

This person who had just arrived was naturally Xu Meijing, the Burial Master of Ancheng, but she was the last to arrive.

However, Yang Haoran had only just arrived, and the time difference between them was not great, only slightly later than the others.

Upon seeing Xu Meijing, Zhang Changchun hurriedly bowed and saluted, forcing a smile on his face.

Xu Meijing only nodded lightly, her face expressionless, without the elaborate bowing and saluting like Elder Zhang. She didn't even take her hands out of her pockets, appearing extremely aloof.

Zhang Changchun was familiar with Xu Meijing's personality, so he didn't feel surprised or embarrassed, smiling as he withdrew his saluting hands.

Xu Meijing's gaze first fell on Yang Haoran, nodding lightly in greeting. As for the others, she didn't waste any time on them, not even glancing at them.

Her gaze swept the surroundings, and the situation on the scene presented itself to Xu Meijing's eyes. Her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"It seems I've arrived late."

Xu Meijing naturally saw that a battle had taken place here, and from the situation, it was clear that she had indeed arrived late.

"Hmph, you people from the Yin Division are all the same, always dawdling and procrastinating."

The one who spoke was Zhang Changqing, who now seemed to be not only dissatisfied with Yang Haoran but also with the entire Yin Division.

Xu Meijing, as the Underworld Envoy, with her personality of looking down on others, made Zhang Changqing's heart feel extremely uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but speak out in ridicule.

"Who are you?"

Xu Meijing turned her gaze to Zhang Changqing, her face cold, and asked indifferently.

"I'm Zhang Changqing, the person in charge of the Lechengfu Sect."

Zhang Changqing emphasized his position to add to his prestige, not wanting Xu Meijing to look down on him.

However, he didn't expect that Xu Meijing wouldn't be impressed by this at all.

"When did it become the turn of your Fu Sect to give orders? We Underworld Envoys do things our way."

Xu Meijing's words made Zhang Changqing's face turn bright red.

"Hmph, I'm not giving orders. I just can't stand your way of doing things."

Zhang Changqing's face was red, and he let out a cold snort before responding, trying to salvage his dignity.

"Why don't you fight it out then? Until one side dies. Do you dare?"

Xu Meijing spoke lightly, as if saying something insignificant, but her words made Zhang Changqing, the old talisman master, jump in fright.