The Golden-Eyed Life of a Security Guard

The ghostly figure in front of Gu Yuebai was infused with violent power by the sudden sound of the flute. Its already ferocious face became even more distorted, the ghostly fire in its eye sockets suddenly surged, and the Yin energy around it surged like boiling black water, rushing towards Gu Yuebai.

It shrieked, its claws condensing into solidified black malevolent energy, tearing through the air with a sharp sound, aiming straight for Gu Yuebai's throat. The chilling aura almost froze a person's blood.

Gu Yuebai remained unfazed, a cold smile curving his lips. Facing the oncoming malevolent energy, he looked up at the gloomy sky, his voice clear and resonant, piercing through the sounds of the flute and ghostly howls: "If this is all you've got, then you've lost!"

These words were a sharp provocation, which only fueled the ghost's fury.

It suddenly raised its head and let out a deafening shriek. The yin light on its body suddenly intensified several times, actually condensing into a thick layer of black armor around its body. The speed of its claws swung out increased even more, carrying a world-destroying power, and fiercely grabbed at Gu Yuebai's face.

"Break it!"

Gu Yuebai gave a low shout, stretched out his hands, and a faint golden light emanated from his palms. He took a steady step, and the ground was shaken by this step, causing tiny cracks to appear.

The peach wood sword floating in front of him instantly sensed its master's will. The sword burst forth with a dazzling crimson light, like a burning flame, breaking free from the shackles of the Yin energy. It transformed into a stream of light, carrying a whooshing sound as it hurtled through the air, heading straight for the ghost's brow—there, was the core of the spiritual fire that sustained its form.

The ghost sensed a deadly threat and tried to dodge, but was locked in place by the invisible aura emanating from Gu Yuebai and could not move.

As if guided by a god, the peach wood sword pierced the ghost's brain fire with perfect accuracy.

With a "sizzle," the Yin energy met the pure Yang peach wood sword, instantly steaming up a thick black mist. Accompanied by the ghost's extremely unwilling and shrill shriek, its form dissipated into the air little by little, like weathered dust, leaving only a wisp of black mist, which was quickly dispersed by the sunlight.

Having dealt with the ghostly figure in front of him, Gu Yuebai's eyes narrowed. He flicked his wrist and silently chanted an incantation. The peach wood sword, stained with the embers of ghostly blue flames, shot off like an arrow, changing direction and heading towards the other four ghostly figures that were entangled with Di Liuyue and her companions.

At this moment, the four ghosts, under Xiao Sheng's control, became increasingly violent. Although Di Liuyue and the other three tried their best to resist, they gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Xiao Yi's dagger was corroded by the Yin energy, leaving black spots. Zhou Sheng's wind blade could only leave shallow marks on the ghost. Li Shaohui's lightning power was also nimbly dodged by the opponent. Although Di Liuyue's mental attack could be temporarily suppressed, it could not cause fatal damage.

At this critical moment, the peach wood sword pierced through the air and arrived.

The first ghost was waving its claws and lunging at Xiao Yi when a sudden, sharp pain shot through his back. The peach wood sword pierced its spirit core, the ghostly light dissipated, and its body crumbled.

The second ghost was struck by Li Shaohui's lightning, its body paused, and the peach wood sword followed closely, piercing into its chest. The moment the spiritual fire was extinguished, it let out a short wail.

The third ghost tried to escape, but Gu Yuebai controlled the Soul-Suppressing Bell with his mind, making it ring rapidly, which stiffened its body. The peach wood sword took the opportunity to pierce its heart.

Seeing its companions perish one after another, the fourth ghost was so frightened that it tried to hide underground. Gu Yuebai flicked her finger, and a golden light struck its ankle, pinning it to the spot. The peach wood sword then slid down, completely ending its existence.

In just a few breaths, all five ghosts were annihilated. Gu Yuebai's eyes sharpened, and with a thought, the peach wood sword shot straight towards the old locust tree in the center of the construction site—the core of the Five Ghosts Locking Yin Formation.

The sword, carrying a world-destroying power, pierced fiercely into the trunk of the old locust tree like a divine weapon descending from the heavens. "Boom!" With a loud bang, the pure yang power of the peach wood sword collided violently with the yin energy contained within the locust tree, bursting forth with dazzling light.

The trunk of the old locust tree was instantly pierced, followed by a muffled cracking sound from inside. The thick trunk snapped in two and fell to the ground, black smoke billowing from the broken ends, which was quickly scorched away by the sunlight.

At the same time, inside the Taoist temple atop Yunlu Mountain, a middle-aged man dressed in a black Taoist robe with a sinister face suddenly trembled and spat out a mouthful of black blood, which splattered onto the blue brick ground in front of him, a shocking sight.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, and he looked listless. The flute he had been holding tightly fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Wow...that's amazing..." Li Gui clutched his chest, his breath coming in short gasps, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong... You broke my Five Ghosts Locking Yin Formation and even injured my source..." He struggled to get up, but he was too weak to stand up and could only slump on the futon, with black blood constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth.

At the construction site of Imperial View Mansion, as the old locust tree broke, the core of the Five Ghosts Locking Yin Formation was destroyed. The Yin energy that permeated the air receded like a tide, the gloomy sky gradually returned to clarity, and the scorching sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone down. The warm light dispelled the last trace of coldness and made people feel comfortable.

Di Liuyue and the other three stared at Gu Yuebai in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock.

They never expected that Gu Yuebai could not only control objects to injure people, but also kill five ghosts enhanced by Xiao Sheng in an instant, easily breaking such a strange formation.

Li Shaohui's face burned with embarrassment. He had previously mocked Gu Yuebai's peach wood sword as mere decoration, but now he was thoroughly humiliated. He finally understood that Gu Yuebai's strength far surpassed theirs, and his previous contempt was nothing more than his own ignorance.

Gu Yuebai ignored their shock. He looked up at the sky, his brow furrowed, and spread his divine sense to carefully perceive the direction from which the flute music came. "The owner of that flute music is still here. If the person behind it isn't found, the Imperial Palace will never have peace."

"At the mountaintop, inside the Taoist temple!" Zhou Sheng immediately exclaimed. He had an exceptional ability to pinpoint locations by sound, able to detect any movement within a kilometer radius through the sound of the wind.

"The sound of the flute came from there, and when the formation was broken just now, there was an energy fluctuation coming from the mountaintop. That person was probably injured."

Gu Yuebai reached out and grabbed the peach wood sword, which transformed into a streak of light and fell into his hand. He then leaped forward like an arrow, rushing towards the Taoist temple on the mountaintop.

Di Liuyue and the other three dared not delay and quickly followed. Li Shaohui slapped himself hard, cursing in annoyance, "Serves you right for being so talkative!"

After saying that, he quickly chased after them.

When they arrived at the Taoist temple, all they saw was a pool of still-drying black blood in front of the prayer mat in the center of the main hall, but no one was to be seen. Di Liuyue glanced at the bloodstains on the ground and frowned slightly: "The formation is connected to his origin. With the formation broken and him injured, he can't have gone far."