Assassinada pelos próprios pais, retorno como o Rei do Inferno

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I was born into a family renowned for their mastery of geomancy, with both my parents being prominent figures in the circle.

My father, Lin Yutang, was versed in the secret arts of yin and yang, making infallible predictions with unshakable confidence. My mother, Liu Ruyin, excelled in fate and divination, discerning fortune and misfortune with the three lines and the Six Ren.

Yet, as their eldest son, I was nailed into a coffin by their own hands at the age of six and buried alive in a mass grave.

All because my birth date and hour were said to bring calamity to my younger brother.

When I was born, I was an unremarkable child, my face dotted with birthmarks.

From that moment, my parents despised me, going so far as to name me Lin the Pockmarked.

When I turned five, my mother became pregnant again, and after ten months, gave birth to another son.

This child was fair and delicate, a beautiful boy carved like jade.

My parents cherished him as the apple of their eye, and by comparison, their contempt for me only deepened.

The turning point came when my brother was one month old. My mother cast his fortune and discovered that his birth chart clashed with mine—we were brothers, yet destined to be at odds, as incompatible as water and fire.

Simply put, there could only be one of us—either him or me.

Faced with this choice, my parents did not hesitate.

They kept my brother and abandoned me.

On my sixth birthday, they crafted a black coffin from locust wood, lined it with the scattered b