After Qin Yang slunk away from the Feng Shui Master's mausoleum, the mud beneath the mountain wall slowly surged upward, taking the shape of a fist. When its palm opened, an eye opened within it.
That eye swept the surroundings. It caught Qin Yang's lingering aura and took away every trace he had left behind, clenching them in its fist before sinking back into the mud and vanishing.
Within a great void formation, Qin Yang's lingering aura and remaining traces transformed into a round Copper Coin with a square hole. It fell from the sky alongside eight other copper coins.
The copper coins scattered and landed within the formation. Before long, one of them gave rise to a plaque bearing the words Earth Ascends Wind.
A voice drifted from the void.
"Wood grows from the earth: Ascending. A gentleman follows virtue, accumulating small things to reach great heights. It could be considered auspicious.
Today, the great benefit lies due south. Encountering water brings fortune—fortune upon fortune.
At this moment, the Gate of Death lies in the north. He came from the south, so he truly was not here to dig up my mausoleum.
Answering his questions happened to cross Shen Hour and enter Feng Hour, when the lucky star rises.
It truly counts as supreme fortune. Yet I was merely divining for myself, while he had claimed a place first. White laced with black, faintly bearing the appearance of neither life nor death, trapped between advance and retreat.
Eh? He has actually died once before? That disturbance in heaven and earth earlier was because of him.
No wonder lucky stars now shine upon him, his fortune flourishing, with the very momentum of heaven and earth gathering around him..."
After the voice fell silent for a long time, the Copper Coin