Preface: The wind rises at the end of Qingping
At the end of the Republic of China, the mountains and rivers were shattered and wars broke out. This is an era where the old and the new collide, and everything is bizarre. Suits and leather jackets are walking among the ruins. The roar of the steam train disturbs the silence of the thousand-year-old tomb. The smoke of Western guns has not yet dissipated. The secrets and taboos passed down from ancient times are still breathing tenaciously in the dark corners.
Under this vicissitudes of land, the legendary "dragon vein" that maintains the rise and fall of the country and the aura of the earth has never stopped its silent surge. It is not only the source of nourishment for all things, but also the source of endless covetousness and disaster. Around it, greedy warlords, sinister foreign warlocks, dormant Jianghu secret sects... All forces are like sharks smelling blood, ready to move in the muddy waters of troubled times, weaving a huge web of desire and conspiracy.
Zhang Chengyan, a young man who was supposed to study the ancestral Feng Shui metaphysics in a secluded village surrounded by mountains in western Hunan, was an involuntary speck of dust in the current of this era. He inherited his family's unique talent for understanding the earth's veins and communicating with yin and yang, and he was also burdened with the blood feud and heavy fate caused by this talent. A sudden bloody massacre completely tore his peaceful life apart and threw him into the center of this turbulent whirlpool.
Carrying the cold ancestral compass and the blood-stained secret scroll, and carrying the bloody instructions of his parents before they died, he embarked on the road of wandering. The road ahead is filled with unknown dangers: treacherous Feng Shui killings, resentful ghosts, and secret arrows that are approaching every step of the way... However, there are also opportunities in desperate situations: friends who care about life and death, and share weal and woe.
