Iron Mouth Cut Straight

Twenty-five-year-old Ye Yan sets up a fortune-telling stall in Xinsha Old Street and is so poor that he only has three ancestral copper coins left. His calculations were very accurate - accurate enough to see what the thief had stolen at a glance, accurate enough to figure out the bones buried under the construction site. But he never counts life and death, nor himself. Until a skeleton from twenty-five years ago was dug out, and the deceased was holding a copper coin exactly like his own. The hexagram left by his father reads: "If you see the same copper coin, run away quickly and don't look back." He didn't run away. Soul-chasing hexagram, fate-defying hexagram, seven-star pulse-locking array—the deeper the hexagram technique, the heavier the price. Nosebleeds are minor, but they can shorten your life span, lose your five senses, or be punished by God. Every step of the way is marked by blood. Guixu Sect has been dormant for thirty years. What he wants is not money, but dragon veins. Ye Yan only has three copper coins and one iron rule: I dare not calculate all the hexagrams, fearing the impermanence of heaven.