"A woman?"
Both the Disassembler and the Paper Craftsman looked astonished. What kind of woman could make two Ghost Kings fight to the death? Judging from the look of things, the battle seemed to be extremely fierce.
It looked like they were about to beat the crap out of each other—literally.
"What kind of woman could drive two Ghost Kings to such a deadly battle? I must admit, I'm curious. Madam, would you mind telling us?" Yi Tianxing asked with interest.
"She's right before your eyes, not far at all. Can't you see this stunning beauty standing before you?"
Meng Qi said with a playful smile.
That smile carried a unique charm, drawing others in without them even realizing it. Her beauty was undeniably world-shaking. Every expression, every gesture, could stir the hearts of millions. And this was with a white veil covering part of her face—had it been fully revealed, the allure would have been exponentially more overwhelming.
"A femme fatale, indeed,"
Both the Disassembler and the Paper Craftsman thought to themselves as they looked at Meng Qi. The idea popped into their heads without effort.
If this wasn't the very definition of a femme fatale, what was? And still, they had to admire her. To make two Ghost Kings fight for her and speak so lightly of it—this Madam truly commanded power.
"Madam Meng, with your beauty, it's no wonder the Ghost Kings have gone mad over you," Yi Tianxing said calmly. Though surprised, it was not beyond belief. It all made sense.
"This was all the doing of the Red-Robed Ghost King and the One-Horned Ghost King. Though they claim to be fighting over me, in reality, it's just a ploy to seize more territory. As for me, I never needed them to fight. I am who I am. If they want to claim me, what they truly want is the Nether Inn. I never said a word—this was all their own choice."
Meng Qi shook her head.
The two Ghost Kings mentioned—the Red-Robed Ghost King and the One-Horned Ghost King—were powerful figures. Each had gathered numerous followers under their banner. In their respective regions, they were both considered peak-level existences.
She went on to share some information about the two of them, based on her own impressions.
The Red-Robed Ghost King possessed an innate fire constitution. It was said he had died in a fire during his lifetime, granting him natural command over flames. He favored wearing red robes and had cultivated a fearsome flame technique known as the Crimson Blood Flame. It was extremely tyrannical—once it touched a soul, it would burn them to ashes instantly. Just this one technique alone had earned him his fierce reputation among the Ghost Kings.
As for the One-Horned Ghost King, his single horn contained a unique power. But surprisingly, it wasn't offensive; rather, it was a healing ability called the Undying Ghost Curse. With it, unless he was killed in an instant, he could regenerate rapidly under its effect. Practically an immortal cockroach, he was universally known as the Undying Ghost King—a nightmare to fight.
No wonder the Red-Robed Ghost King had been unable to finish him off despite his powerful flame. They were stuck in a stalemate.
After learning this, Yi Tianxing and his two companions exchanged curious glances.
"By the way, Madam Meng, does the Nether Inn have any special traits?" Yi Tianxing asked with a smile.
"Of course," Meng Qi replied naturally. "The Nether Inn is a neutral zone in this region. No feuds or grievances may be brought into the inn. That means, even if you saw your father's murderer inside, you couldn't raise a hand. Anyone who violates this rule is immediately expelled—forever banned from reentering."
"At midnight every day, the central plaza between the front and back courtyards becomes a trading ground. You can set up a stall, barter, or trade for a small fee."
The inn maintained neutrality and never got involved in disputes between factions, which was precisely why it had such a prominent status.
"A fine arrangement," Yi Tianxing nodded.
In a chaotic world, a neutral haven was even more precious—and required real power to maintain.
Many guests at the inn earned their stay through bartering and trade. The more skill or talent one had, the more they could earn. The system was entirely merit-based.
"We also hold an auction once every month," Meng Qi added. "Anything of value can be brought in to auction, and the inn takes a ten percent cut. Each auction tends to have a few incredible treasures. The next one is just a few days away, and I can tell you now—there's going to be a grand finale item that might pique your interest."
"What treasure?" the Paper Craftsman asked, curious.
"You've heard of reincarnation, right?" Meng Qi said with a hint of mystery. "Most reincarnated souls lose all memory of their past lives. Only when one's cultivation reaches a certain height might they regain that memory. But there are rare treasures that can bypass this, such as the Reincarnation Pill. It allows a soul to immediately enter the cycle of reincarnation—while retaining all past-life memories."
Her voice was full of confidence.
"The Reincarnation Pill? Such a thing exists?" The Paper Craftsman let out a shrill screech.
To reincarnate with full memory was essentially cheating—starting life with the wisdom and experience of a previous lifetime. Such an edge would let anyone win the race from the very beginning. Their cultivation path would become smooth and swift.
Many people feared reincarnation because they would forget everything—loved ones, relationships, knowledge—all gone. This led many spirits to linger in the netherworld, refusing to step into the cycle.
But if one could reincarnate without forgetting, it opened up a world of possibilities.
Countless cultivators who had taken the wrong path would leap at the chance to start over with their prior knowledge. The benefits were obvious.
Even a fool could rise quickly with a past-life foundation. For true geniuses, this was a guaranteed path to greatness.
Such a treasure would undoubtedly spark chaos across the underworld once news spread. Countless powerful figures would risk everything to obtain it—fighting to the death at auction if necessary.
"It's said that the Reincarnation Pill is a supreme celestial pill born directly from the Six Paths of Reincarnation itself. It contains the Dao rhythm of reincarnation laws and is unimaginably rare. Those who possess it guard it jealously, terrified others will find out."
Meng Qi leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a deeper, solemn tone.
"But I guarantee you—the one in the Nether Inn is genuine. And it doesn't just allow reincarnation with memory—it has another function… it can bring the dead back to life."
"What? Resurrection?!"
Even the Decomposer's expression twisted in shock.
Those two words—bring back the dead—carried unimaginable weight. Their implications were profound.
With the power of the Reincarnation Pill, even someone truly dead could be pulled back—reversing life and death. Even if their soul had already reincarnated, the pill could awaken their past-life memory, pull them back, and merge them into their original body. They would possess the strength of two lifetimes and walk the earth again.
It was hard to imagine anything more heaven-defying.
Even Yi Tianxing was moved. This wasn't just a second chance—it was practically a second life. For body cultivators capable of rebirth from a single drop of blood, pairing that with the Reincarnation Pill would make them near-immortal. Even reduced to pulp, as long as one drop of blood remained, they could regenerate—and the pill would reunite body and soul.
A perfect combination, leading to a perfect resurrection.
Soon after, Meng Qi excused herself and left.
Not long later, a stream of gourmet dishes was brought out.
Each dish gleamed with radiant brilliance—the pinnacle of culinary craft.
Seaweed octopus soup, steamed octopus slices, Hundred-Flavors Palm Delicacies, braised chicken wings, seafood treasure stew…
Every dish exuded an alluring fragrance.
The clever fusion of ingredients from both the living and dead realms created an unprecedented balance—Yin and Yang harmonized—giving the flavors a surreal depth and complexity.
Even Yi Tianxing couldn't help but praise them after tasting.
The taste was truly beyond compare.
The happiest of all was his Gourmet Cell, which thrummed joyfully, absorbing the essence of each dish. At the same time, his physical strength surged rapidly—by tens of thousands of pounds at a time.
Vital energy roared through him, pouring into his internal cauldron, refining his blood, flesh, and bones—fortifying muscle and skin alike.
Even as his strength skyrocketed, his control over it remained precise.
The sensation was indescribably wonderful.
After all, who wouldn't enjoy becoming stronger?
That pleasure ran deep in his very blood and bones.