Feng Shui Arrangement to Change Your Fate

A column of water shoots skyward, shattering the Wheel of Reincarnation at the bridgehead. A blue-scaled dragon’s head emerges from the whirlpool, its eyes full of murderous fury. It is none other than the Dragon Prince of the Jing River. The part of its body above the water is already three zhang long, its blue-gray scales gleaming with cold light. It opens its enormous jaws, and icy black water becomes a massive wave that crashes toward the Naihe Bridge. The stinking river water floods the bridge. Ice forms on the bluestone slabs, and my ankles go numb with cold. Granny Meng’s soup bowl freezes solid, too. I roar and kick through the stone slab, using the recoil to leap into the air. My Cangling Brush sweeps out three Crimson Dragon Talismans. Roaring fire dragons slam into the cascade of black ice, and the thunderous collision of ice and fire makes the Naihe Bridge shudder. The Dragon Prince lashes out with its tail. I take the blow head-on, and three deep gashes open across my back, exposing bone. The pain in my soul is unbearable. It roars and swings its claws at me, bone-chilling cold radiating from them. The Soul-Anchor Talisman I throw freezes and shatters before it can even reach the dragon. I know its cultivation far surpasses mine. I am only a remnant soul with thirty percent of my power left, yet I feel no fear. I use the gale from its claws to leap up, seize the scales on its neck, and scramble onto its back. The icy, venomous scales eat into my soul, but I keep my grip on the Cangling Brush. In the chaos, the Book of Life and Death slips from my grasp, its pages soaked by the river mist. I feel for the last Immobilizing Talisman on me...