The King of Feng Shui

In the trajectory of my life, the eight-tailed fox had not appeared for a long time. My master always knew there was a celestial being residing within me, but she had been severely injured during her heavenly tribulation years ago. Her soul was weakened and had been quietly recuperating inside my body ever since.

During the years I trained under my master, I experienced several tribulations. Each time, I emerged unscathed. I knew it was because she had borne those calamities for me. Ever since then, the fox spirit had never shown herself again.

Whenever I faced true danger, this celestial being would always emerge to shield me.

As I stepped outside the courtyard, a sudden wave of dizziness overcame me. The world spun, and I collapsed straight onto the ground.

That eight-tailed fox reappeared in the form of a stunningly beautiful woman. Her face was grave as she warned me: "Don't go."

She must have foreseen something dreadful and had come out to warn me.

Fortunately, the episode didn't last long—just a few minutes. I soon regained consciousness.

The first thing I saw was Zhang Yunyao squatting beside me, anxiety etched into her delicate features, as if she was on the verge of tears.

"Young Master Wu, please wake up… what happened to you?" she asked, biting her lip, clearly distressed.

I opened my eyes and replied, "I'm fine. Let's go."

As I tried to stand, a wave of dizziness hit me again, and I nearly fell back down.

Zhang Yunyao rushed over and placed my arm on her shoulder. "I'll help you walk," she said softly.

I had never held any girl like this before. The moment I leaned against her, I felt something unfamiliar stir inside me. My face flushed red with embarrassment.

She didn't seem to notice and asked again, "What happened just now?"

"It's nothing... probably just dizziness from being hit earlier by the teacup. We need to hurry to the ancestral tomb—there might not be much time left."

"Are you sure you're well enough to go?" she asked, full of concern.

"I have to go—even if knives fall from the sky," I said firmly.

I had no choice. If I didn't go, the workers and Zhang Yunliang might lose their lives.

I didn't care much whether Zhang Yunliang lived or died, but Uncle Huzi was still there. He had watched me grow up. He was practically family—I couldn't lose him.

We got in the car, and I urged Zhang Yunyao to drive as fast as possible.

My nerves were on edge. If anything had truly gone wrong, it could be catastrophic.

While I was training with my master, she once told me:

"When dragons and tigers stir in a Yin Corpse Site,

Doom lies within the nine-layered coffin,

Heaven and Earth must be precisely aligned,

One mistake, and death will follow."

A Yin Corpse Site is an extremely rare geomantic formation. Bodies buried there remain incorrupt for a thousand years and bless their descendants with fortune. But exhuming these bodies requires exact order and timing. A single mistake disrupts the entire energy field and invites disaster.

Zhang Yunliang, impatient to dig up the coffins so he could go home and rest, had resumed work the moment I left.

I hadn't warned them thoroughly—thinking Uncle Huzi would manage things. I didn't expect Zhang Yunliang to be such a reckless fool.

Now, even the fox spirit inside me warned me not to go. Something was definitely wrong.

The whole way there, I was uneasy. Zhang Yunyao spoke a few times, but I didn't register a word.

After more than half an hour, we reached the Zhang family's ancestral tomb.

Zhang Yunyao parked, and I jumped out of the car, with her following closely behind.

As soon as we neared the tomb, I sensed something was terribly wrong. A thick wave of evil energy blanketed the entire burial ground.

It was eerily silent—not even the chirp of an insect.

I stopped and turned to her. "Zhang Yunyao, wait in the car. It's not safe ahead."

She shook her head resolutely. "Young Master Wu, you've done so much for our family—even got hurt. I can't let you go alone."

Sighing, I relented. "Fine. But don't stray more than three steps from me."

She nodded, quickly grabbed my arm, and scanned the area nervously.

Soon, we reached the tomb site.

Just as I feared, not a soul was in sight. Coffins that had been dug up lay scattered across the burial ground.

"Where is everyone?" Zhang Yunyao asked, confused.

"Uncle Huzi! It's me, Xiao Jie! Where are you?" I called out.

No answer.

"Could my brother have left with the workers?"

"Impossible. The others maybe—but not Uncle Huzi. I fear something bad has happened."

Zhang Yunyao paled. "Do you think my brother is okay?"

Despite his many flaws, he was still her brother. Her worry was genuine.

I, too, was baffled. How had everyone vanished in less than two hours?

I pulled out my compass. The moment it was exposed to the air, its needle spun wildly.

One glance, and my breath caught in my throat.

The compass spinning like that meant a terrible omen.

I put it away and pulled out another tool—a Heavenly Dipper Ruler. It was a thirty-centimeter square-edged rod, engraved with ancient spells and celestial symbols.

An old text once said:

"In ancient times, peach branches were used to ward off evil.

Later, evil was struck down by peach rods.

Hence, exorcists used them to banish spirits."

My master had passed this sacred tool down to me. Holding it filled me with courage.

Just then, strange noises echoed from somewhere near the tomb.

Something was out there. Something not human.