Chapter 11: Generating a Hexagram from a Hexagram, This is the Will of Heaven

Before she could clearly see what was happening, her head was already being pressed down onto the tabletop by someone.

Following this was the murderous voice of a man behind her: "Master, this woman actually dared to trespass here. Shall I kill her?"

Feng Qingcheng's eyes were hazy as she defended herself feebly, "You didn't even close the door yourselves, yet you claim someone trespassed... who told you not to hang a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on your door..."

A soft hand suddenly grasped her left wrist, followed by the startled voice of the man behind her: "This..."

That hand violently flung her wrist away, and a voice devoid of all emotion said indifferently, "Let her go..."

Feng Qingcheng breathed a sudden sigh of relief in her heart, only to be tossed out of the room like a piece of trash immediately after.

As the sound of the door closing echoed behind her, Feng Qingcheng no longer had the heart to dwell on the treatment she had received.

What she needed right now was to find a place without any men.

Because she could feel the ball of wicked fire within her body; she was about to be unable to suppress it.

Listening intently to the stumbling footsteps retreating outside the door, the man behind the door quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, his gaze darkened, and he turned to kneel.

"This subordinate has failed in his duty. I ask the Master to punish me."

The masked man's gaze fell upon the copper coins scattered on the ground before his feet, then he looked up at a figure sitting steadily to one side, completely shrouded in a black robe.

"Master, since this hexagram has already been destroyed, there is no point in continuing the divination, is there?"

The figure was entirely covered in a black robe, but from beneath the dark brim of the hood, two sharp glints of light burst forth clearly.

He stood up leisurely and said calmly, "Who said the hexagram was destroyed?"

The masked man looked at him in astonishment, his voice sounding somewhat resigned, "I was reckless... with Master's insight, I presume you saw through the mystery of my hexagram with just a single glance..."

The black-robed man let out a long sigh. "To tell you the truth... your hexagram is still 'The Sleeping Dragon in Repose'... This hexagram is the same as in previous years. What should be done... you should understand, right?"

The masked man's hands suddenly clenched tight; in the silent room, the sound of bones cracking could be heard.

After a long breath, the masked man slowly nodded in acknowledgment. "I shall trouble the Master... I will have someone inform you of the location for our meeting next year..."

The black-robed man walked silently toward the scattered copper coins and said indifferently, "Some things cannot be rushed, so... eh?"

His footsteps suddenly halted. He then looked at the copper coins on the ground in great shock, and a cry of disbelief escaped his lips: "Heavens..."

Filled with suspicion and alarm, the masked man slowly knelt beside him and asked in a heavy voice, "Master... what is it?"

"The Five Elements and the Eight Trigrams all operate according to the rules of Heaven and Earth. Your hexagram of 'The Sleeping Dragon in Repose' had already formed, but now, by a stroke of coincidence, it has fallen to the ground and received the spiritual energy of the earth, deriving a new hexagram once again..."

The black-robed man's voice paused abruptly, and he then looked at him. "A hexagram generating a hexagram... perhaps, this time, it is what is called the Will of Heaven..."

...

The feeling of Mount Tai pressing down on her—that was exactly how Feng Qingcheng felt right now.