Qin Zhangui had barely spoken when Ling and Ye Yang both turned to look at me.

They knew that warlocks valued their word, and promises once made could not be broken.

They were afraid that, for the sake of Liangjie Tang's safety, I would agree to the other party's demands.

I nodded directly and said, "I can!"

As soon as the words left my mouth, Qin Zhangui was stunned. "Shouldn't you refuse outright?"

I laughed. "What does it matter to me whether the Emperor appears in this world or not?"

"I've never believed that one person alone can save the world."

"The fact that the warlock world places its hope on someone who is nowhere to be found strikes me as somewhat laughable."

"I don't want to discuss these things with you. I've already agreed to your request. I need to see your sincerity."

I wasn't just trying to get by, but speaking from my heart.

The Emperor wasn't a god; could he reverse the heavenly tribulation with his own power?

If the Emperor's existence was meant to unite all the power of the warlock world to resist the heavenly tribulation,

Then the Emperor should have returned at least ten years ago.

The warlock world has never had a true leader; the sects, families, and unaffiliated practitioners all have their own agendas.

To get everyone to respond to a call, you'd at least have to unify the martial world.

Otherwise, those people wouldn't fight the heavenly tribulation with all their might.

But how could unifying the martial world be done overnight? After the Emperor integrated the warlock world, he would still need to consolidate his power. How long would that take?

That's why I've never understood what the point of the warlock world desperately searching for the Emperor is.

Qin Zhangui looked at me for a moment, then laughed heartily. "There's finally someone in the warlock world who understands!"

"Let's just consider what I said earlier about grinding the Emperor's bones to ashes as a joke!"

"I hope that when you see the Master, you can persuade her not to believe in any Emperor, to protect Yin-Yang Inn and the Old Master's legacy."

I nodded. "I promise you."

Qin Zhangui then said, "The secret of Yin-Yang Inn has to be traced back to the time of our Old Master."

"Many years ago, the Old Master, as a Seeker of Spirits, inadvertently discovered this secret realm with its interwoven spaces."

"This kind of secret realm, never seen before, undoubtedly held a fatal attraction for the Old Master."

"The Old Master simply settled down in the secret realm to research and crack the secret realm’s mysteries."

"Back then, the Old Master was famous throughout the martial world. His sudden disappearance naturally attracted the attention of countless people, and all sorts of wild guesses emerged. Soon after, people from the martial world began to find their way here."

Qin Zhangui laughed. "Those people weren't Seekers of Spirits; how could they have the ability to enter the secret realm? They either died outside or were lost in the secret realm's space, never to be seen again."

"The Old Master originally thought that the deaths of a few people would make those in the martial world give up, but he didn't expect that the more people died here, the more curious people became about the secret realm. The more who dared to explore the secret realm, the higher their skills became."

"In the end, a group of martial world people actually entered the secret realm and found the Master."

"At that time, the Master was also struggling to crack the secrets of the realm, so not only did she not drive those martial world people away, but she kept them to jointly research ways to crack the secret realm."

"That was when the prototype of Yin-Yang Inn and the first generation of elders of the inn came into being."

"So, that's how Yin-Yang Inn came about?" I mused, quickly going over what he had said.

There were no obvious flaws in what Qin Zhangui had said about the past.

From the perspective of the martial world, a secret realm that could trap top figures of the Seeker of Spirits was enough to arouse their curiosity, and after all sorts of speculations, they would take the risk. That was also a characteristic of people in the martial world.

As for the subsequent cooperation, if I were in the Inn Master’s position, I would also cooperate with them.

But Ling asked at this moment, "As far as I know, the top figures among the Seekers of Spirits are the Five Immortals of Spirit Seeking. Which one of them is your master?"

Qin Zhangui sneered. "What are the Five Immortals of Spirit Seeking? Just a bunch of juniors."

"Our master's name is Nangong Zhen."

Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. "The second generation of Seekers of Spirits? One of the Grandmasters of Spirit Seeking?"

"Of course!" Qin Zhangui seemed very satisfied with Ling's reaction. "What Five Immortals you speak of are just descendants who have cultivated incomplete versions of the *Tan Shen Jue* (Spirit Seeking Manual). How can they compare with the Master?"

Ling asked again, "Were these houses built by the inn?"

Ling's question was the key. Since I came in, I had seen no fewer than two hundred buildings of various styles.

Moreover, this was only one area of Yin-Yang Inn.

How much manpower would it take to complete such a large project?

Qin Zhangui shook his head. "Most of the houses here actually look the same from the inside. It's just the formations on the outside that make them look different."

"If you don't believe me, you can change positions and take a look."

"No need, I've already seen it." Ling said, "Are you saying that these houses all came from the secret realm itself?"

"That's right!" Qin Zhangui nodded. "All the houses are things that we cleared out from the secret realm."