Just A Daoist Who Occasionally Kicks Ass-Chapter 555: Supreme Treasure: Yin-Yang Mirror! A Flash of White Light Means Certain Death! A Life for a Life! Choices!

Chapter 555: Supreme Treasure: Yin-Yang Mirror! A Flash of White Light Means Certain Death! A Life for a Life! Choices!

Countless terrifying divine techniques struck at the flying insects in the sky. The insects quickly disintegrated when hit by these attacks.

But many had skins harder than diamond, marked with strange patterns, capable of resisting magical assaults. Thus, not all of the insects were destroyed in an instant.

“This is over... we’re screwed!”

Celestial Master Zhao and the others felt a chill in their hearts. At first, they had underestimated the situation; after all, with four Yang Spirit experts present, no opponent should have been able to defeat them, and jointly enhancing an enemy shouldn’t be difficult.

But they never expected that Immortal Jin Yu was a third realm intermediate cultivator, one small level above them. In today’s world, with the Dao nearly severed and mortal limitations so heavy, someone had actually reached this level.

Even more surprising was his mastery of the Insect-Control Dao, brought to such a sublime peak. Controlling insects belonged to the so-called “side paths” of cultivation, minor arts compared to mainstream systems like the Painting Dao. Yet this Immortal Jin Yu had refined the art to perfection, able to divide himself into thousands of insect bodies.

Suddenly, an ancient Eight Trigrams Mirror shot into the sky, swelling with the wind. A brilliant column of white light enveloped a single insect, and a figure appeared within the white divine glow.

Seeing this, Immortal Jin Yu froze.

A young Daoist charged forward with a blade in hand, radiating an overwhelming aura. The saber light struck the ground, carving a fissure that seemed bottomless.

But in an instant, Immortal Jin Yu’s form dissolved into nothingness and reappeared on another insect. If not for this exquisite clone technique, he would have died under Li Yanchu’s blade.

Yet after transforming into a second insect, the divine light of the Eight Trigrams Mirror immediately locked onto him. Seeing this, Immortal Jin Yu frowned.

Meanwhile, Vice Minister Xu’s eyes brightened. A surge of powerful primordial spirit force washed over like a flood, shattering the insect. Though it did not kill Immortal Jin Yu, it forced him into a precarious position.

With the mysterious Eight Trigrams Mirror, the divine light from the sky continuously revealed Immortal Jin Yu’s location, preventing him from evading the attacks of these powerful cultivators.

Who possesses such a disgusting treasure? Immortal Jin Yu cursed inwardly.

The Eight Trigrams Mirror’s effect, though different from Celestial Master Zhao’s ultimate technique, could not fully control him. In the past, with a swarm of countless insects, he could have easily escaped. But after several rounds of absorption by the alchemy furnace, and having lost most of his reserves while pursuing Li Yanchu, the number of insects under his control had significantly diminished.

Now, he was in a dangerously vulnerable situation.

Immortal Jin Yu furrowed his brows, dodging wave after wave of terrifying attacks.

“Why does it feel as if Heaven itself is punishing me, with everything going against me?” he muttered.

Since engaging with the four Yang Spirit experts, nothing had gone his way.

“Could it be that my cultivation has reached the stage of tribulation... a human tribulation?!”

Immortal Jin Yu was baffled; he felt no signs of an approaching heavenly tribulation.

“Wait, everyone!”

He materialized his form and summoned a powerful artifact. It was a mirror, half white and half red.

The moment it was raised, a profound aura enveloped Jin Yu. Ancient and potent, it radiated an indescribable pressure.

The Yang Spirit experts, sensing the shift in aura, all paused.

“Yin-Yang Mirror?!” Celestial Master Zhao exclaimed.

“Impossible! This artifact was lost thousands of years ago. How could it be in your hands?”

Celestial Master Zhao, one of the Four Great Celestial Masters of Mount Longhu and a top figure in the Kingdom of Qian’s cultivation world, was a meticulous Daoist scholar. At a glance, he recognized the power of this artifact.

“Fellow Daoist, if you recognize it, all the better,” Immortal Jin Yu said, abandoning any pretense of superiority, now addressing them respectfully.

“This is the supreme treasure, Yin-Yang Mirror. A flash of white light is a death trap. Who among you dares to test it?” Immortal Jin Yu’s voice was grave, carrying the weight of ancient menace.

“Tooting your own horn, eh? If you really had such a powerful artifact, would you have fallen to such a state?” Xu Tiannan, burly and clad in a bright red official robe, sneered.

Immortal Jin Yu’s expression shifted. Could it be that this guy didn’t recognize it?

In reality, Vice Minister Xu truly didn’t know. His cultivation came from a strange master who valued the spirit over the body, unlike ordinary Buddhist or Daoist practices. Strictly speaking, it still belonged to the Daoist lineage. After transmitting the method, that master had left. Xu Tiannan, now over two hundred years old, had spent most of his life in seclusion in the mountains before being discovered by Wang Lao'er of the Court of Judicial Review and invited to join the Kingdom of Qian’s Court of Judicial Review.

In terms of worldly insight, he was even less experienced than Celestial Master Zhao, who had access to the secret treasures of the entire Mount Longhu.

“Amitābha. Lord Xu, this person is not lying. Once the Yin–Yang Mirror flashes with white light, it means certain death, but it will also cost the life of the one who uses it. It is a treasure meant for mutual destruction,” Master Baoshu spoke slowly.

Though younger than Xu Tiannan, both he and Celestial Master Zhao had considerable worldly insight: one from Mount Longhu, the other from the sacred Buddhist site of Great Xiangguo Temple.

Xu Tiannan fell silent, saying nothing.

“The Yin-Yang Mirror in my hands cannot kill everyone. But if my fellow cultivators press me relentlessly, I will have no choice but to use it, sacrificing one Daoist to save the others.”

Immortal Jin Yu’s demeanor suddenly shifted. He dropped the haughty senior airs, speaking earnestly and persuasively to everyone.

Not all cultivators choose mutual destruction when trapped. A master like Immortal Jin Yu, who had roamed for hundreds of years, a giant of the Demonic Dao, would never give up so easily. Especially after being betrayed by that Witch God, though not a match for it, he would still refuse to surrender.

The others exchanged glances. Truly, this was an ancient cultivator with centuries of experience, even wielding a supreme treasure like the Yin-Yang Mirror. Jointly killing him would be straightforward, but exchanging a life for a life made the high-level cultivators hesitate.

“Now that the Dao has been severed, reaching the stage of a Yang Spirit expert and roaming the heavens is no easy feat. Fellow cultivators, do not misjudge. Better to let me leave. I promise I will never meddle in court affairs again!” Immortal Jin Yu said. His previous grandiose self had become this modest persona, speaking with humility.

The four Yang Spirit experts exchanged glances. The opponent held the Yin–Yang Mirror and could trade one life for another. If they struck rashly, someone would surely fall. Yet if they simply let Jin Yu leave, there was no guarantee the other side would keep their word, leaving countless future troubles.

Moreover, forcing Jin Yu into this corner today had been a matter of coincidence and opportunity. Any one of them encountering him alone would likely meet death.

Almost instinctively, the four Yang Spirit experts looked toward Li Yanchu.