"Who said I knew?" Wang Yi shrugged. "Years of study, all theory. Without the Divine Eye, it's useless. Enough—let's rest; the digging will take time."
That night, we slept on Zhou Jianguo's kang bed. At 9 a.m. the next day, Zhou burst in, muddy and panting. "We hit black stone at every marked spot!"
"Gather the village boys, bring water, and kill seven roosters."
Zhou rushed off without question. I nudged the napping Wang Yi. "Time to work, Master Wang."
"Perfect team—you handle feng shui, I exorcise ghosts!"
At the Twelve Child Coffins site, dozens of villagers—old, weak, women—stood around the dug holes, hands bleeding. Their desperate stares burned into me. A foul wind blew—the yin (evil qi) plaguing the village.
"Have the boys urinate into the holes, then toss a rooster in each," I ordered. Amid children's cries and mothers' scolding, we placed crystal balls—essential for feng shui arrays—into the pits. Each drop made the kids shudder; after the seventh ball, all children under 8 collapsed. Panicked parents wailed, but the kids revived shortly, dazed.
Using (virgin boy's urine) mixed with chicken blood, I severed the spreading (evil qi) through the Seven Xuan Guan. The crystal balls trapped both yin and yang energy—failure would've doomed the village. Children, attuned to earth energy, felt the change acutely.
Suddenly, the coffin site erupted. Black mist coiled above, refusing to disperse. "Evacuate everyone!" I told Zhou.
Wang Yi warned, "The array isn't broken. If the corpses reanimate, we're all dead."
I drew my Wutong Sword from the bag, wrapped my forehead with chicken - blood - soaked rope, and charged into the mist. The rope ignited on contact—the (evil qi) was devouring my life force. Biting my tongue, I lunged to the array's core and thrust the sword into the ground.
A thunderclap split the sky. The mist dissipated—the "Heaven's Break" signaled victory. The Wutong Sword, crafted from a millennium - old tree, smoked uselessly. Its connection to the Nine Phoenixes had shattered the curse.
Wang Yi, now robed, clicked his tongue. "Reckless! That sword was one - of - a - kind. But no matter—the array's broken. Time for Patriarch Wang to deal with the corpses."