Yin Jiao looked at Guang Chengzi excitedly, and after bowing three times and kowtowing nine times, he asked timidly, "Master, may I ask if King Zhou is currently in power in the Shang Dynasty?"

Guang Chengzi was taken aback upon hearing this, and after a long while, he said indifferently, "Indeed."

Yin Xiao said again in a low voice, "Teacher, I have been studying under you for eighteen years and have served you diligently. King Zhou is my biological father. How can a son rebel against or kill his father? I beg you to rescind your order. I am willing to guard my Yuanyang Cave on Mount Kongtong for all eternity and never leave until my death. I hope you will grant me permission." As he spoke, he knelt down and kowtowed.

Guang Chengzi was startled upon hearing this. After a long while, he opened his eyes and looked at Yin Jiao quietly, as if trying to see through Yin Jiao's heart. After a while, he said lightly, "Very well, since you have such feelings, then I will grant your request." With that, he waved his hand gently and sent Yin Jiao to Yuanyang Cave on Mount Kongtong.

Shen Gongbao, filled with doubt, rode the black leopard down Kunlun Mountain and headed to Yunxiao Cave on Taihua Mountain.

In the Cloud Cave of Mount Taihua, Chi Xin, who was meditating and practicing Qi cultivation, suddenly had a thought. Looking at Yin Hong, who was sitting down and listening attentively to the teachings, he said indifferently, "Yin Hong, how long have you been on Mount Taihua?"

Yin Hong didn't know why his master Chi asked this question, but he still answered seriously: "Replying to Master, it has been a full eighteen years."

Chi Fanshou took out a bronze mirror. The mirror had two sides, one white and one red. It was the Yin-Yang Mirror, the treasure of Yunxiao Cave in Taihua Mountain.

Chi gently stroked the precious mirror and said softly, "Hong'er, this is the Yin-Yang Mirror, a treasure of our sect. It has two sides, white and red. A flash of the white side means death, and a flash of the red side means life. Life and death are both in a single thought. Now I will teach you how to use it. I hope you will use it well and not tarnish the reputation of our Chan Sect. Go now. The time has come. Go down the mountain with your uncle, Shen Gongbao."

Yin Hong lovingly stroked the precious mirror in his hand, then rode a cloud down the mountain. After traveling only a mile, he suddenly saw a Taoist riding a leopard on the wind. He descended from the cloud, flew over, and asked, "May I ask what brings this Taoist priest up the mountain?"

Shen Gongbao looked at the handsome and extraordinary young man before him, pondered for a moment, and asked, "I am Shen Gongbao, a disciple of the Chan Sect. I am going to Mount Taihua to find my senior brother, Chi Xia, to lend me a hand?"

Yin Hong laughed loudly and said, "Greetings, Uncle-Master. I am Yin Hong, a disciple of the Red Gate of Yunxiao Cave on Mount Taihua. I have come down the mountain to assist you, Uncle-Master, on the orders of my master."

Shen Gongbao laughed loudly and said, "With my nephew's help, my great undertaking is complete."

Two days later, at Jiameng Pass.

Jinzha and Muzha challenged the pass, and a moment later, four riders emerged in a cloud of dust. They were none other than the four generals of the Mo family: the eldest, Mo Liqing; the second, Mo Lihong; the third, Mo Lihai; and the fourth, Mo Lishou.

Looking at Jinzha, whose primordial spirit had recovered, Mo Lihong laughed and said, "Jinzha, you brat, you dare to come see me? Fine, since you're so eager to die, then I'll send you on your way." As he spoke, the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella in his hand suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light, about to sweep towards Jinzha. Suddenly, he saw a faint, cold smile on Jinzha's lips and thought to himself, "Oh no, have I fallen into a trap?" Just as he was thinking this, a beam of pure white light streaked across the sky and shot straight at Mo Lihong's crown. In a hazy state, Mo Lihong felt a darkness before his eyes, and then his primordial spirit became nothingness. A beam of light flashed past, and the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella carried a wisp of Mo Lihong's true spirit eastward.

Mo Lihai and Mo Lishou were enraged to see their second brother killed in a sneak attack. They roared and summoned their magical weapons, ready to rush forward and fight Jinzha to the death. However, they were stopped by Mo Liqing as soon as they took off. Mo Liqing stared coldly at the handsome young man, and suddenly his eyes fell on the ancient bronze mirror with white and red sides in the young man's hand. He shouted in a trembling voice, "Life and death are just a thought away, Yin Yang Mirror."

Yin Hong coldly stared at the four generals of the Mo family—or rather, the three generals of the Mo family—his eyes filled with disdain. Hearing Mo Liqing's exclamation, he chuckled and clicked his tongue, saying, "That's right, it is the Yin-Yang Mirror. I am Yin Hong, a disciple of Chi of Yunxiao Cave in Taihua Mountain!"

Mo Liqing stared intently at the Yin-Yang Mirror in Yin Hong's hand and said in a cold voice, "How ruthless is Chi?"

Upon hearing that Mo Liqing had insulted his master, Yin Hong was furious and roared, "How dare you insult my master! You deserve to die! Behold the power of my Yin-Yang Mirror!" With that, he gently shook the Yin-Yang Mirror, and instantly a beam of eerie white light streaked across the void and shot toward Mo Liqing's spirit.

When Mo Liqing saw Yin Hong shaking the Yin-Yang Mirror again, he was immediately shocked. As he turned around, a hazy blue light overflowed from his body and turned into a cloud of blue light that covered his forehead. It was the Shangqing Immortal Light of the Jie Sect.

The white light of death from the Yin-Yang Mirror versus the Shangqing Immortal Light from the Jie Sect—who is stronger will soon be revealed.

With a crisp ringing sound, the Shangqing Immortal Light shattered into countless points of azure light that gradually dissipated. The Shangqing Immortal Light shattered, but the white light of death was also blocked by the Shangqing Immortal Light, turning into a hazy white smoke that drifted straight up to the heavens.

Seeing that the Yin-Yang Mirror was blocked by Mo Liqing, Yin Hong laughed disdainfully: "Hmph, Shangqing Immortal Light, but let's see how much Shangqing Immortal Light you have left." As he spoke, he slowly shook the Yin-Yang Mirror, and another beam of white light shot out from the Yin-Yang Mirror, once again shining towards the top of Mo Liqing's head.

Mo Liqing gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, coldly staring at Yin Hong without saying a word.

Mo Lishou glared with his bloodshot eyes, chuckled coldly, and shouted, "Big brother, third brother, run!" As he spoke, he transformed into a bolt of lightning and crashed into Mo Liqing, heading towards the beam of eerie white light. With a flick of his wrist, an object shot out, transforming into a beam of white light that shot towards Jinzha.

Beneath the Yin-Yang Mirror, Mo Lishou met a tragic end, and a wisp of his true spirit drifted aimlessly eastward.

Yin Hong frowned when he saw that Mo Liqing was not dead. Then he saw that Mo Lishou had died and vanished. He then smiled lightly, looking extremely smug. Suddenly, a scream came. He turned his head and saw a long body slowly writhing in a huge, blood-red maw that looked like a white elephant with wings growing from its sides, as if it had not completely died.

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