NOVPUBXu Zimei was slightly taken aback.
The inn’s main door was open, but from the outside, it seemed like a void, completely invisible.
Xu Zimei recalled a very ancient legend.
It was the legend about the Good and Evil Inn.
It was said that there was a creature in the world known as the Good and Evil Beast.
It loved good and despised evil, greatly admiring those who were kind and often helping them.
But for those with deep sinister ties who committed evil, it would never show mercy.
Latter, it opened a moving inn, dedicated to serving the creatures of this continent.
Whenever a good person entered the inn, it would grant them a wish.
Whereas, if an evil person went in, they would be sealed away and would only regain their freedom after fulfilling a wish for a good person.
The Good and Evil Inn roamed between the five continents, having no fixed location or destination to seek.
Any good person who saw it could ascend to heaven in one step.
Evil ones, on the other hand, would be terrified at the mere mention of it and kept a respectful distance.
This story was something Xu Zimei heard in his previous life, but he himself had never seen the inn.
The validity of its existence was even up for debate.
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Looking at the inn before him, Xu Zimei stored away the Dark Heaven Tiger, then slowly walked towards the inn.
He glanced at the flag fluttering in the cold wind and finally stepped into the inn.
His body slipped into the void as if entering another space altogether.
Compared to the chill outside, the inn’s temperature was neither cold nor hot, quite pleasant indeed.
After entering, Xu Zimei began to take a serious look around.
The interior of the inn wasn’t large, containing only a single table with four chairs placed around it.
There was a stove burning beside it, completely engulfed in blazing flames.
The stove was boiling some water.
This water was not kept in any container, simply appearing out of thin air, boiling fiercely above the stove.
As Xu Zimei stared at it, two eyes suddenly appeared on the stove.
After giving Xu Zimei a glare, it spoke, "What are you looking at, haven’t you ever seen a stove as handsome as me?"
Xu Zimei chuckled lightly.
Apart from the stove, there were many paintings hanging on the walls inside the inn.
Xu Zimei glanced briefly, most of the content in the paintings depicted the deeds of the Good and Evil Inn.
They seemed to be drawn by some people from the Yuan Central Continent, imbued with a touch of fantasy.
Beyond this, at the front of the inn, there was a table made from thousand-year-old sandalwood.
A little girl with small horns was laying on the table, snoring loudly.
Her snores were thunderous, much like the roar of the sky, and bubbles were blowing from her nose.
The girl had short white hair and was currently burying her head in her arms, asleep, the atmosphere within the inn extremely tranquil.
As Xu Zimei approached, it seemed she heard some noise, and the little girl slowly lifted her head.
Her eyes were big and full of spiritual energy, her cheeks slightly chubby and rosy.
Her dark eyes looked at Xu Zimei, she yawned and muttered to herself, "Another guest has arrived."
She turned her head and shouted into the inn, "Old sir, your guest has come."
As her voice fell, the small door on the left side of the sandalwood table at the very front of the inn, draped with a black cloth, was pushed open.
A middle-aged man, dressed in green clothing and wearing a headscarf, very scholarly in demeanor, walked out.
The middle-aged man in green clothes held a folding fan in his hand, his face bearing a very gentle smile.
"Guest, I assume you are already acquainted with the rules of the Good and Evil Inn," the middle-aged man said with a smile.
"I’ve heard some rumors about you guys, so out of curiosity, I came to have a look," Xu Zimei nodded and replied.
"Those who dare to come here are all good people, but which one are you, good or evil?" the middle-aged man asked, staring at Xu Zimei.
"Then may I ask, what is good and what is evil?" Xu Zimei inquired.
"We have our own standards of judgement," replied the middle-aged man with a smile.
With a wave of his right hand, the boiling water burning on the stove beside him transformed into a stream.
It fell into a teacup on the table.
As the stream hit the cup, it split into two extremes, one half appeared very clear, while the other half was extremely murky.
The middle-aged man pointed at the teacup and said, "Good or evil, you will know after drinking this cup of water."
Out of curiosity, Xu Zimei picked up the teacup. Unable to see anything out of the ordinary, he directly drank it all in one gulp.
As the water entered his stomach, Xu Zimei’s consciousness momentarily paused.
The scene before his eyes went black as if a mysterious power was tugging at his memories, playing them back in reverse.
This reverse playback belonged to Xu Zimei’s memories, not just of this life, but also of his previous one.
...
Looking back, Xu Zimei watched scenes from the past.
The failures and miseries of his previous life, even after experiencing trials upon trials, he still died by his opponent’s sword in the end.
Even upon reflection, Xu Zimei’s heart was still not at ease.
Some say that a true warrior can face life’s disappointments and past failures head-on, being a warrior in life.
But who doesn’t wish to turn back time, and give themselves another chance to start over?
Xu Zimei’s emotions, which were initially fluctuating, gradually transformed bit by bit, perhaps this memory immersion was allowing him to experience past failures again.
In the end, the various events of this life once again played out before him.
His emotions also calmed down, perhaps this was also a transformation of his state of mind.
After the scenes in his mind came to an end, Xu Zimei finally opened his eyes and his consciousness resumed its operation.
He looked at the middle-aged man, who was sitting at a table nearby, serenely drinking water.
"You can call me Old Master," the middle-aged man said.
"Does this mean I’m... a good person?" Xu Zimei asked with a smile.
"At first, your expression was very fierce, but later it gradually returned to normal. You’ve broken through the mental barrier and passed the test,"
the middle-aged man called Old Master said. "This is Good-Evil Tea. Any creature that drinks it
will have all its memories reflected before it. My standard for good and evil is simple.
Anyone who can directly face their life and have a clear conscience is considered good."
Xu Zimei smiled and slowly sat down on the chair beside him.
"According to the rules, you can choose an evil person to fulfill a wish for you, and ultimately you can grant that evil person freedom," Old Master said.
"An evil person," Xu Zimei chuckled softly.
Old Master nodded, and then with another wave of his right hand, a mist enveloped the entire inn.
Immediately after, Xu Zimei’s vision changed, and he found himself in a thick fog.
Surrounding the fog, numerous cages appeared.
Each cage held a creature captive.
Among these creatures were members of the human race, the Monster Race, as well as beings from the Hundred Clans.
Some had faces filled with hatred, while others were peacefully asleep.
