The iron lump was so heavy that Yu Xiaoxue and Zhao Qian could only go over and help. With the strength of all three of us, we finally moved the thing down and placed it in the courtyard.
Once the pottery-making tools had been unloaded, I planned to drive out and collect some yin soil. This wasn't the "yin earth" mentioned in one's birth details, but soil of the utmost yin nature—clay that had been exposed to yin energy for years and had its properties altered by ghostly influences.
For example, mud from a mass grave where corpses had been buried. It was best if the dead had died wrongful deaths, had no coffins or burial goods, and their flesh and bones had come into direct contact with the soil.
The best place to find something like that was actually Yinfeng Town. But the dead town was too far from here, and I was afraid I wouldn't make it back if I went. So although it was my first choice, I gave up on it right away.
"Zhao Qian, you still have a spare feng shui compass, right? I need to find some yin soil. Bring a feng shui compass and come with me. Don't bring that fake one from last time. It'll probably be dangerous this time," I said. I really couldn't do this without Zhao Qian.
When it came to finding the most reliable sources of yang and yin energy in Little Yi Village, Zhao Qian was the one to trust. I could only detect the yin energy nearby. When it came to finding yin soil, I was completely blind.
"I have an ancestral Star-Fixing Compass. I'll bring that this time." As Zhao Qian spoke, she went back to her room to get it.
"Mm. From the name