The land, having been scorched by the sun all day, was gradually enveloped by a silver layer of moonlight. From the shape of the moon in the sky, it was clear that it was yet another full moon night.
In a vast villa nestled in the suburbs, an impenetrable darkness and silence reigned, devoid of any light. Within the master bedroom of the villa, a slender figure stood mysteriously, illuminated by the moonlight. One could vaguely discern his outline.
His face was unremarkable yet not unattractive, always adorned with a faint, enigmatic smile. Clad in a white casual outfit that fit him well, with hands casually tucked into the pockets of his trousers, he emanated an indescribable aura.
"Come out, will you? Do you really need me to invite you to show yourself? For heaven's sake, I'm quite busy; look at the time, I can't afford to waste it here," he spoke, his gaze fixed on an inconspicuous corner of the room.
As soon as the words left his lips, the smile that lingered at the corner of his mouth deepened, and his black eyes underwent a mysterious transformation. Suddenly, two pitch-black Tai Chi symbols appeared in his eyes, spinning both clockwise and counterclockwise. As the symbols revolved, a peculiar force spread throughout the room.
"Yin-Yang Eyes!!" A sudden exclamation broke the silence from a corner. Without hesitation, a shadow manifested, leaping towards the window, attempting to escape.
However, as the shadow tried to flee, it was engulfed by a powerful force, pulling it back like a tidal wave. To the one standing in the room, it was a different scene; the shadow didn't simply retreat but shrank as it did, mysteriously splitting into two and vanishing into his left and right eyes.
At the moment the shadow disappeared, the Tai Chi symbols in his eyes astonishingly faded, returning to their original color, leaving one to wonder if what had just transpired was merely an illusion.
"Click!!—"
With the sound of a switch, bright white light flooded the room, illuminating a noticeably portly middle-aged man accompanied by several burly men. Clapping his hands with a jovial expression, he remarked, "Good! Good! Good! Mr. Ye Feng, you truly are a master exorcist. The nuisance that has troubled me for so long was effortlessly resolved by you. Professionalism at its finest!"
"Mr. Ma, you flatter me. Taking money for services rendered is the rule of our trade. Now that I've dealt with your matter, it's time for you to settle the remaining balance," Ye Feng said, revealing his youthful appearance—barely in his early twenties.
"Rest assured, Mr. Ye, the remaining balance will be transferred to your account without fail tomorrow. This is just a small token; I hope we can become friends," Mr. Ma said, handing over a check presented by his bodyguard.
Ye Feng accepted it with a slight smile, glancing at the figure—one hundred thousand. The number deepened the smile on his lips. "Mr. Ma, you're too kind. If you have business in the future, don't hesitate to reach out. You know my address; I'll offer you a discount of twenty percent next time." He glanced out at the moonlight and added, "It's getting late; I won't keep you from your rest. We'll be in touch."
After exchanging a few casual pleasantries, he leisurely left the villa, making his way to a sleek blue sports car. He settled into the driver's seat, started the engine, and sped towards the city.
This young man, known as Ye Feng, was not engaged in an ordinary profession; he was an exorcist.
Ye Feng skillfully accelerated the car to its maximum speed, the interior resonating with the classic tune "Forget Love Water" by Andy Lau. As he gazed out at the passing scenery, a hint of vague nostalgia washed over him.
He clearly remembered three years ago, when he was still in the twenty-first century, just after the Olympic Games in 2008, when the country was flourishing. Though his parents had passed away, they left behind a fortune enough for several lifetimes. Little did he expect that such an absurd experience as time travel would happen to him.
Ye Feng often found himself idly wandering through antique markets, occasionally purchasing items that piqued his interest. One day, while meandering through such a market, he stumbled upon a rather ancient tome titled "The Eye of the God," seemingly an ancient text detailing esoteric techniques.
Intrigued, he flipped through its pages, discovering it contained various methods for cultivating eye techniques—each more bizarre than the last. He couldn't resist buying it, but upon closer inspection at home, he realized the cultivation required a so-called innate Yin-Yang Eye. The text warned that every step of practicing these techniques was perilous; a single misstep could lead to dire consequences.
At that time, Ye Feng dismissed the warnings as mere curiosities. With his remarkable memory, he gradually committed the book to memory without realizing it.
Initially, he didn't think much of it, but one night three years later, out of boredom, he recalled the book and whimsically decided to practice its teachings. In the beginning, everything seemed fine, but on the forty-ninth day of his training, his vital energy suddenly reversed.
Before he could react, it surged into his mind, and the subsequent events were a blur.
All he knew was that when he regained consciousness, he had mysteriously crossed over to 1993 Shanghai, occupying a body endowed with a natural Yin-Yang Eye. Ironically, he found himself in a mental hospital.
From the memories of the body he inhabited, he learned that this individual had also lost his parents early on and, possessing the Yin-Yang trait, could see strange things. His wild claims led to being institutionalized.
Instead of fleeing, Ye Feng remained in the hospital for a full year, utilizing the tranquil environment to perfect the techniques outlined in "The Eye of the God." With a body ideally suited for this training, he wholeheartedly dedicated himself to it, convinced that having died once before, dying again wouldn't be a concern.
During that year, he successfully cultivated the techniques and even progressed to the second realm, his eyes transitioning from a balanced black and white to a solid black Tai Chi.
Once outside the hospital, he discovered a hidden world filled with supernatural phenomena beyond ordinary imagination.
Utilizing his newfound abilities, he established an exorcism business in Shanghai, aptly named "Exorcist Hall." However, he was the sole practitioner in this enterprise. Over the past two years, Ye Feng gained some notoriety in the spiritual community, with many seeking his services, each job yielding tens of thousands to millions. For him, money was not a pressing concern; he sought the thrill of life through his work.
The spirit he had dealt with at Mr. Ma's villa was merely a minor nuisance, an easy task for him. Yet, he still charged Mr. Ma five hundred thousand. With this check in hand, he had effortlessly earned sixty thousand for that night's work—a testament to how easy it was for him to amass wealth beyond ordinary comprehension.
"Skreeech!!—"
As the screeching of brakes pierced the air, the blue sports car spun elegantly to a halt. Stepping out, Ye Feng found himself in a lavish villa district, where opulent residences stood in neat rows amid the picturesque surroundings.
The lush greenery of the gardens provided an exceptionally comfortable ambiance, and the thoughtfully designed buildings made this place a perfect retreat. Anyone residing here was undoubtedly of considerable wealth and status.
Ye Feng's villa, covering over two hundred square meters, was a three-story structure complete with a swimming pool, a small garden, and a patch of grass. In the bustling city of Shanghai, where every inch of land was precious, it was a substantial investment. A discerning eye would also notice the villa's surroundings carefully arranged according to principles of feng shui, enhancing its harmony and fortune.