The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

In the hazy fog, Master Yan was still unaware of what had happened in Guard City No. 3.

He lay comfortably on top of the bandits in the mirror image, ordering several people to massage his back, rub his legs, and feed him grapes; the scene was extravagant.

Upon hearing Mirror Mist Brother's question, Master Yan chuckled and fiddled with his Dark Bronze Mirror.

"That's right, you created this masterpiece through my unparalleled wisdom, my great strength, and this small bronze mirror!"

"Mirror Fog Bro asked again, so innocently."

"What's the underlying principle?"

Master Yan laughed heartily.

"You have quite a few questions."

"If my master doesn't allow me to ask, then I won't ask."

"It's alright, it's alright. Who made me create a mirror image that can fool the real thing? Perhaps your original self had a stronger thirst for knowledge."

"So what's the underlying principle?"

"The power of rules!"

Seeing that Mirror Mist Brother still looked bewildered, Master Yan pretended to be profound and stroked his beard as he spoke.

"There are many things in this world that have no inherent principle; within that chaos, there are their own laws."

I really like the Taoist philosophy of this world, even though it is not well known in this era.

There's a saying in Taoism: "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that some principles can be explained, but cannot be conveyed in a way that we can understand."

"Wow! Master, you're so wise!"

"That's it! That's it!"

The bandits in the mirror image praised Master Yan to the point of being completely bewildered.

Master Yan was enjoying himself physically, and the mirror image of the bandits was providing him with emotional support, making him incredibly happy.

He increasingly felt that mirroring a group of bandits was incredibly wise.

In particular, the life force and original soul power consumed during the mirroring process are all provided by the cross, so he gets them for free!

Wow, this is even better!

"Master, why can't we look in the mirror?"

"You are all mirror images, pulled out of the mirror world by the bronze mirror. Now that you've all come out, how can there still be one inside the mirror?"

"I see. That's why when we look in the mirror, there's no image in it. If outsiders saw us, they would know we're not normal!"

"That's right!"

"Can I look in the mirror?"

"Take the picture yourself."

"I don't have a mirror."

"Here, take it."

Immersed in his physical and mental bliss, Master Yan forgot about the need for caution.

In addition, he had absolute confidence in controlling the mirror image.

During this question and answer session, he handed the Dark Bronze Mirror to Mirror Mist Bro.

Master Yan was still half-closing his eyes, slightly tipsy.

"How's it going? When you look in the mirror, can you see nothing but the scenery behind you?"

Mirror Fog Bro.

"Yes, wow, this mirror is so exquisitely made, I love it..."

Master Yan frowned slightly.

Why does your voice seem to be fading away?

Before he could finish speaking...

With a "thud," he fell to the ground.

He carried away several bandits who had fled.

Master Yan stood up and looked around. All the mirrored bandits were retreating step by step.

They removed their hoods, revealing sinister and grotesque faces covered in blood and gore. They stared at Master Yan, their mouths agape, exposing their raw, bloody flesh.

"What are you doing? Come back here!"

The group of shadowy bandits were still moving away, gradually shrugging their shoulders and emitting sinister laughter.

"Stop playing around, come back! What, you're disobeying my orders?! Believe me or not, I can refine you all in an instant!"

The bandits' laughter grew louder and louder.

Cold sweat broke out on Master Yan's forehead as he forcefully waved at the dark bronze mirror.

The dark bronze mirror moved, as if it wanted to fly back.

Unexpectedly, dozens of bandits pounced on it and pinned the dark bronze mirror down.

Master Yan's mouth gaped open, as if he had swallowed a whale.

"No, why? Why are you trying to steal my bronze mirror? You're not spirits, you can't use it at all!"

Mirror Fog Bro sneered.

"This thing determines our life and death, so of course we must keep it in our own hands! As for the lack of a spirit? We'll just extract it!"

Master Yan was overcome with curiosity.

"How do I draw it?"

Mirror Mist tilted his head and pointed to his own head.

"In my fragmented memory, I seem to know a way; I should go and ask those bandits."

Master Yan held his head in his hands, incredulous.

"WTF??? This isn't right, this isn't right! You are mirror images I created, you should be under my control, why are you having your own thoughts???"

Brother Wu raised his chin, his fleshy face looking rather ferocious.

"Perhaps you bestowed upon us dark personalities, enhancing certain abilities to the point that we can break free from your control?"

Master Yan found it even more outrageous.

"Isn't this ridiculous?! The thing I made doesn't obey my commands?"

"Don't you know about the Omnic Crisis?"

"Hmm...you know what, you really shouldn't say...no! This isn't right! This is definitely not right! You're lying to me! You're playing me!"

Master Yan squatted on the ground, vigorously scratching his head with his whisk, turning his neatly styled hair into a mess in the blink of an eye.

"My abilities don't fail me, someone must be sabotaging this! Who are you people? Who are you?! Who are you?!"

The mirror bandits finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! He's gone mad!"

"This old man is the funniest!"

"What kind of 'Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao'? What's with this alien pretending to be a Taoist? It's so cringeworthy!"

"Finally, we don't have to act anymore. These Dark Artifacts are too much fun. They even imagined that our mirror images can't be separated into different worlds."

"Yes, yes, yes! I almost couldn't hold it in during that part!"

"They think they can't separate after just a few twitches on the ground? Is this all the Dark Artifacts are made of?"

"No wonder they've accomplished nothing after all these years on Earth. With that kind of brains, it's hard for them to succeed!"

Hearing these taunts, jokes, and sarcastic remarks, Master Yan broke down emotionally. His recent joy turned into despair in the blink of an eye, and the Dark Bronze Mirror was even stolen. Such was the dramatic rise and fall of life.

He got up and swept the area haphazardly with a whisk.

"Who are you?! Answer me!!"

The mirror bandit actually answered him.

"I am the Bandit King! Come forth, my most loyal servant, the Dark Artifact!"

"Take off that starfish head of yours! When did you become a bandit king?!"

"I am the man destined to become the King of Bandits!"

"Where the hell did you get that straw hat?! Take it off!"

"You created us, and now you're asking who we are? Are you out of your mind?!"

The Dark Bronze Mirror chose Master Yan, who was actually a high-level cultivator, having already reached the third stage of cultivation.

However, facing more than two thousand second-tier S-class professional mirror images of bandits, Master Yan knew very well that his resistance would be futile.

He knelt on the ground, resigned to his fate.

"Sigh, let him continue to sleep."

He handed over the control of his body's consciousness to the host.

The real Master Yan regained consciousness and, upon seeing the bloody, mangled faces around him, fainted on the spot.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He looks like he's been scared to death."

"He's still breathing, he's not dead, he just fainted from fright."

"I never imagined that our faces could have such a psychological attack."