I Asked You to Read Feng Shui, Not Dig Up Someone's Ancestral Grave!

Lin Jiujin was born with the Nine Yin Severed Meridians. Only because his grandfather pressed a soul-calming coffin made of black jade against his chest could he snatch his life back from the King of Hell.

Before Lin Jiujin's twenty-second birthday, his grandfather left behind a bloodstained letter and vanished into the Qinling Mountains. The letter said that within three months, Lin Jiujin had to break nine extremely sinister feng shui formations and have the black coffin devour nine powerful sources of evil energy to unlock his pure yang destiny. Otherwise, at midnight on his birthday, he would turn into a blood corpse that had endured for ten thousand years.

But as soon as his grandfather left, his fiancée's family, the Sus, showed up with five hundred yuan to call off the engagement, dismissing him as a short-lived coffin-shop keeper. At a glance, Lin Jiujin saw that the Sus' newly relocated ancestral grave lay in a deadly feng shui spot that would leave their line without descendants, and declared on the spot that before three o'clock, Su's father would break both legs and suffer a ruinous financial loss.

The Sus were still laughing and calling him a fraud when Shen Qingge, the daughter of Jiangcheng's richest man, arrived with a three-million-yuan check, respectfully begging him to come save her life. Even the town's richest man knelt in the rain at night, begging him to dig up his family's ancestral grave.

Other ghost hunters shorten their lives, but Lin Jiujin has no taboos. To him, vicious corpses and evil ghosts are all nourishing pills. His black coffin devours every trace of yin energy and turns it into pure yang cultivation, as he fights his way to become a great celestial master who commands both worlds.