Emperor's Mind-Arts!

I was stunned the moment I spoke those words.

I once asked my master if there was a supreme secret art in this world.

My master told me: The supreme art is the Emperor's Mind-Arts.

What if a術士 (shù shì, Daoist mage) could single-handedly take on a thousand soldiers, command the wind and summon the rain, control ghosts and drive away demons?

Could a 術士 (shù shì, Daoist mage) stand against the eminent figures under an emperor's command?

An emperor is able to control such outstanding individuals precisely because of the Emperor's Mind-Arts, the most powerful art in the world.

I always felt that my master was right, but I had never witnessed the Emperor's Mind-Arts.

I only knew that "balance" was one aspect of the Emperor's Mind-Arts.

The balancing act between the Yin-Yang Inn was probably orchestrated by Nangong Yunmeng.

Ling said, "I was wondering if it's possible that the emperor has already been resurrected?"

I was slightly taken aback and said, "You mean the power of the secret realm's core can bring people back from the dead?"

"That's exactly what I mean!" Ling explained. "The Hand of Divine Exploration seems to be aimlessly tracking down the mysteries behind legends. In fact, the secrets they are really chasing are only a few. The secret of immortality is one of the main goals that the Hand of Divine Exploration is pursuing."

"The Yin-Yang Inn's ability to attract Nangong Zhen's interest is mostly related to the secret of immortality."

Ling saw me frowning and immediately gave me a wink.

I immediately understood what Ling meant. Most of what she said wasn't for my ears, but to tell the Blue-Shirt Bandit that the emperor had been resurrected.

In fact, Ling only told half the story.

Nangong Yunmeng may have used the power of the secret realm to resurrect the emperor, but only resurrected his physical body.

The Eight Great Bandits could be completely resurrected only because their souls were still there.

The emperor's soul had long entered reincarnation. Even if Nangong Yunmeng brought him back to life, he probably wouldn't have any memories of the past.

Perhaps, that was the result Nangong Yunmeng wanted.

Moreover, my master also said that apart from reincarnation, there is no perfect art of rebirth in the world. Bringing the dead back to life is inherently against the will of heaven. Even if a 術士's (shù shì, Daoist mage's)術法 (shù fǎ, magic arts) is profound, it will leave flaws.

I still don't know what the flaw of the Yin-Yang Inn's rebirth secret art is.

But I am sure that Nangong Yunmeng must have kept a backup plan in resurrecting the Eight Great Bandits.

While I was talking to Ling, the Blue-Shirt Bandit, whose limbs had been regenerated, not only stood up, but also found a set of clothes from the house and put them on.

The Blue-Shirt Bandit looked at Ling with flickering eyes and said, "Sister, I have just recovered my strength. I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to deal with the innkeeper! Why don't you give me a few more chess pieces? If I break through at the last minute, I can also help you deal with the Coffin Inn."

Ling turned her head and smiled at the Blue-Shirt Bandit, who suddenly shivered.

The next second, he clutched his stomach and rolled to the ground, howling miserably.

The Blue-Shirt Bandit didn't utter a sound even when he was burned by fierce flames, but he howled in pain under Ling's gaze, which shows how terrible the tricks Ling had done to him were.

Ling smiled at me: "Yunshang's secret medicine really works."

I slowly walked to the Blue-Shirt Bandit, squatted down: "How does it taste?"

"This is our Liangjie Hall's unique secret medicine, the Ninth-Order Life-Death Poison. What you are tasting now is only the first order. There are eight more times after that, each time more violent than the last. If you can taste all nine orders and not die, you are no longer a mortal."

"We are not harming you, but helping you to achieve your full potential."

The Blue-Shirt Bandit tried his best to cup his hands and said, "Thank you for your accomplishment, but I'm afraid I can't enjoy this blessing. Why don't you... why don't you keep me here to work for you!"

I smiled faintly: "You keep shouting, until you bring that Shopkeeper Jia here. When he arrives, you know what to do, right?"

"I understand... I understand..." The Blue-Shirt Bandit finally couldn't help but howl again.

At the same time, I also heard the sound of a strong wind passing by, and then rapidly approaching our courtyard.

Shopkeeper Jia is here!

The reason why he suddenly left just now was probably because Zhao Yuezhu had led him elsewhere.

Now, he was led back by the Blue-Shirt Bandit.

When I heard the wind approaching the courtyard, Ling flicked the antidote into the Blue-Shirt Bandit's mouth. The latter got up, smashed the window, and charged towards the opponent who was flying towards him.

As I watched the two figures entangled together, Shopkeeper Jia's roar spread throughout the Dark Domain: "Anyone who can kill these few people can be exempted from ten years of room rent."

As the lights in the Dark Domain lit up at the same time, a chilling murderous intent surged towards us like a tide.

I raised my voice and said, "Everyone, Shopkeeper Jia is being held back by me, and the secret treasure controlling the Dark Domain is unguarded. Wouldn't you like to try to take control of the Yin-Yang Inn?"

"Whoever becomes the shopkeeper of the Dark Domain, just open a path to the Central Domain for me."

Shopkeeper Jia, who was still fighting with the Blue-Shirt Bandit, shouted sternly: "Anyone who dares to covet the inn will be killed without mercy."

The Blue-Shirt Bandit also laughed wildly: "Killed without mercy? Who do you want to kill?"

"If it were a few years ago, I would have been defeated by you long ago. But now? I'm still fighting you desperately, the things your old boss passed on to you don't work anymore, do they!"

As soon as the Blue-Shirt Bandit said this, the murderous intent locked on us instantly retreated by half.