The youth bowed respectfully. "Junior Yin Hong greets Martial Uncle Jiang Ziya!"
Then he turned toward Huang Feihu and solemnly cupped his hands. "Greetings, benefactor!"
Huang Feihu's eyes filled with astonishment. After studying him closely for a moment, he sighed in recognition.
When Yin Hong and his brother had fled Morning Song in panic, barely escaping with their lives, Huang Feihu had secretly helped them. Yin Hong had been only seven then; now he had grown into an accomplished cultivator.
"So it is you, Nephew Yin Hong!"
Yin Hong smiled faintly and went straight to the point. "Martial Uncle, everyone looks so troubled. Have you encountered some difficult problem? Why not tell me? Perhaps I can lend a little help."
Jiang Ziya immediately recounted the entire strange affair: how the four plague emissaries had spread disease, how their bodies were unnaturally indestructible, and how no one had been able to kill them.
After hearing the story, Yin Hong showed no fear. Instead, he smiled calmly, brimming with confidence. "Rest assured, Martial Uncle. I happen to have a solution to this little problem."
Everyone's gaze sharpened at his words, and they all turned toward him.
Yin Hong raised his hand, and an ancient, wondrous mirror floated above his palm, yin and yang circulating around it amid a haze of spirit light.
"This is the Yin-Yang Mirror bestowed upon me by my master, Chi Jingzi. Those four vile disciples have fortified their bodies with the evil power of the plague arts, making them impervious to blades and spears, untouched by life or death. But while they can protect their bodies, they cannot protect their souls!"
"My Yin-Yang Mirror specializes in capturing dark, evil souls and destroying ghosts and monstrous spirits. It is precisely the counter to such evil arts!"
With those words,