Feng Shui Taboos: I Slay Gods with Face Reading

[Do not try this yourself; you are responsible for the consequences! Feng Shui master + cultivating corpses into immortals + physiognomy + Yinshan heretical sect + descendant of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau + Dragon-Slaying Sword] Feng Shui can kill without a trace, but it can also cultivate corpses into immortals. I, Zhang Qiling, was born under the fate of a lone star of calamity, and I am the last heir to a Feng Shui family once employed by the Imperial Astronomical Bureau. The ancestral rule is absolute: use Feng Shui before the age of twenty-five, and Heaven will punish you, leaving you dead within three days. To save my childhood friend, I entered an abandoned funeral home and personally tore open a corner of a century-old blood curse. A red-clad ghost sought my life, and a corpse underwent a terrifying transformation. I used a forbidden art that burns my soul to fight for a chance to survive, at the cost of black, death-marking patterns spreading across my neck. Desperate to stay alive, I headed north to the capital with a copper coin and knocked on the door of the mysterious Xuanji Pavilion. A one-eyed old man revealed a shocking secret: my great-grandfather had once used a celestial formation to kill thirty-seven members of the Yinshan Sect, making a blood feud that could only end with one side's destruction. Now this heretical sect, which specializes in refining corpses and raising ghosts, has returned. Their goal is not only to reclaim the Dragon Vein Map, but to use my fate as a lone star of calamity to forge an invincible Corpse King of Calamity. At an auction, a Ming-dynasty dragon-seeking stele appears, pointing to the depths of Changbai Mountain's dragon vein. At the mass graves of Xishan, I fight the Yinshan heretics to the death, slay the demon dragon, destroy the Corpse King, and reclaim my ancestor's relic. The inscription reads like a riddle: “Snow blankets Changbai Mountain to the sky; the dragon vein lies hidden before an ancient cave.” This is not only where the Zhang family ancestral tomb lies, but also the source of every grievance, and my only hope of breaking free from fate. In my left hand, I hold the ancestral celestial compass, which can determine the fortune of mountains and rivers; in my right, the Dragon-Slaying Sword passed down by my ancestors, which has tasted the blood of ninety-nine evil dragons. From haunted houses in Jiangcheng to uncanny schemes in the capital, from the dragon cave in Changbai to the hidden realm of Kunlun, I will traverse the dragon veins of China and unravel the blood feud passed down through generations