The last heir of Longhu Mountain can see the dragon veins flowing beneath the city.
When I first arrived in the city, people called me a fraud. That is, until I predicted that the city landmark, Golden Dragon Tower, would collapse within three days.
Everyone laughed, and the video spread across the internet.
On the third day, a minor earthquake struck. The tower was the only building within a ten-mile radius to collapse, and the break line matched the baleful energy line I had pointed out exactly.
Overnight, I went from a charlatan to a legend.
The wealthy lined up to have me inspect their homes, while the powerful paid fortunes to have me change their luck.
But I simply walked into the city planning bureau and frowned at the subway map for the whole city
“Who built the subway like a dragon-slaying nail? If we don’t reroute it, the city’s fortune will be pinned down for ten years.”
Later, the elders of the feng shui world knelt outside my office all night, begging me to show mercy. “You can draw on the dragon veins and reroute the rivers; we accept that… But could you please leave the ancestral tomb relocation proposal alone? Our ancestors keep appearing in our dreams, saying they can’t sleep!”
I pushed up my glasses and opened the next draft of the city plan. “Don’t worry. I’ve only just finished connecting the Dragon King to the sewer system.”
