I was born in a poor mountain village. From a young age, I followed my father across the country, making a living from our ancestral arts of feng shui and fortune-telling.
When I was eighteen, my father calculated that I was destined to face a great calamity. He locked me inside and forbade me from stepping outside. He said I would die if I went out.
I thought he was just trying to scare me.
It wasn't until the reservoir began leaking and our ancestral graves came to light that I learned the truth: the feng shui secrets passed down in my family for a hundred years weren't suppressing bad luck. They were keeping a wicked creature, dead for over a century, under wraps.
My father went alone to western Hunan to save me.
By the time I caught up with him in that gloomy mountain cave, he had only one breath left.
“Nan Shan, your mother's yang energy has awakened within you.”
Then he closed his eyes.
Now I'm alone, carrying the copper coins and broken mirror my father left behind. I left the mountain valleys of western Hunan and made my way to the provincial capital.
Zhong Sheng wants to take what I'm carrying. Ma Qianli uses her beauty salon to prey on people and “harvest their energy.” Gu Yuan was investigating an illegal corpse-trafficking case when the trail led straight to me.
And then there's Bai Zhi, a young practitioner of Chinese medicine who insists she wants to learn feng shui.
Authentic feng shui techniques, a grounded, skill-focused approach, no System, no wild flights of fancy.
The protagonist plays it safe, but when it matters, he never backs down.
Every supporting character is sharp, with no dumbing down or saintly do-gooders.
Every chapter is packed with practical knowledge, and every feng shui formation has a real source.
If you want to learn something real, start reading from Chapter Five.
It's so beautiful, don't let it suck.