One Person: I, the Dragon Tiger Stall King! I Won!

8: Once the compass turns, my destiny is in my own hands?The night was as black as ink, and the hour of Zi had arrived.

In the cold woodshed, only a single candle flame flickered precariously in the breeze, distorting Xuanyi’s shadow on the wall.

Before him, on the tattered cloth stall that had accompanied him for many years, three ancient copper coins were arranged in a subtle triangular formation.

These were no ordinary objects, but the array eyes he relied on for survival—”Xuan,” ”Guan,” and ”Xin.”

When the last ”Xin” character coin settled, the entire cloth stall seemed to come alive; the patterns on it suddenly lit up, micro-light circulated, and an invisible aura instantly enveloped the entire woodshed.

”Buzz—!”

In Xuanyi’s mind, the system interface vibrated violently.

Immediately after, a giant phantom of a bronze compass appeared out of thin air above the three copper coins.

The compass was ancient and weathered, with the eight trigram directions of Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui clearly visible on its face, but the slender needle in the center slowly rotated counter-clockwise in a manner that defied logic.

As the needle turned, lines of cold, ancient inscriptions appeared and lit up on the edge of the compass, finally converging into a single line of text:

【reverse fate altering compass (damaged) — Can adjust three days of fortune; blessings and misfortunes are intertwined, use with caution.】

Blessings and misfortunes are intertwined... Xuanyi’s brows furrowed; these four words carried an ominous meaning.

Just as he was about to concentrate and carefully study the mysteries of the compass, the broken door of the woodshed was violently slammed open from the outside with a ”bang”!

A stumbling figure rolled in; it was Crippled Chen, the man who had asked for a talisman for his daughter earlier in the day.

At this moment, his face no longer held any of its usual worldly smoothness, replaced instead by a deep-seated terror.

He trembled all over, his lips pale, and he practically crawled to Xuanyi on all fours, his voice choked with sobs: ”Daoist priest! Help me, Daoist priest! My daughter... my daughter, she’s awake!”

Xuanyi’s heart sank, and he asked in a low voice, ”It’s a good thing she’s awake, why are you panicking?”

”She... she said...” Crippled Chen’s eyes widened in terror, every word seemingly squeezed from between his teeth, ”She said she saw it! She saw that in three days, I... I will die!”

Xuanyi’s mind felt as if struck by lightning.

Fate backlash!

This was absolutely a sign of fate backlash!

Someone was using an extremely sinister evil art to forcibly alter the fates of the father and daughter, and the girl, as a close relative with a linked destiny, had, under the influence of the spell, unexpectedly glimpsed a twisted future!

”Don’t move!”

Xuanyi exclaimed, his fingertip picking up a faintly glowing mung bean, his unique ”heavenly eye mung beans.”

He pressed the mung bean to his glabella, silently recited an incantation, and the world before his eyes instantly changed.

Time seemed to slow infinitely, and countless invisible air currents flowed through the air.

And on Crippled Chen’s body, a fate line that should have been light red was now tightly entangled by a hideous black talisman!

Above the black talisman, death qi steamed, like a venomous snake, constantly tightening, eroding the luster of the fate line itself.

What shocked Xuanyi even more was that an almost imperceptible black line extended from the black talisman, piercing through the wall, through the night, directly pointing to a certain gloomy mansion outside the mountain!

His gaze fell on Crippled Chen again, then seemed to pierce through him, seeing his daughter at home.

Sure enough, at the girl’s forehead between her brows, a faint golden talisman pattern flickered in and out of view.

It was ”photocopy yellow paper”!

Xuanyi understood instantly.

The talisman qi from the yellow paper he had given earlier, while resisting the evil art, had a trace of feedback to the girl’s body; this pure Yang talisman qi clashed with the Yin evil force of the evil art, unexpectedly allowing her to briefly open the legendary ”fate eye”!

No wonder she could see the future!

Xuanyi withdrew his gaze, and the mung bean on his forehead turned to dust. His heart was in turmoil.

The situation was already crystal clear.