The Feng Shui Master’s Nine-Tailed Fox Master Can’t Hold On Any Longer

When I was born, the aura of a qilin coiled around me, drawing the covetous attention of evil spirits. To break the curse, my grandfather took a peachwood knife beneath the full moon at the third watch, carved the skin from his left arm, and offered it in a blood sacrifice to the Nine-Tailed Fox Immortal. In an instant, new buds sprouted from dead branches. The beasts of the mountains and forests trampled through the morning mist and gathered at the village entrance. Tigers bowed low, spirit apes kowtowed, and even an ancient snake from the mountain stream coiled into a lotus seat, its tongue flickering. It was as if bells and drums rang out between heaven and earth. The bloodstained skin turned to golden light beneath the Fox Immortal's claws, and from then on, a faint red crescent-shaped mark appeared on my wrist.

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