Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

As night deepened, the mountain wind blew in through the holes in the dilapidated temple, causing the fire to flicker.

Yan Sen lay on the ground covered with dry grass, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

His mind was in turmoil, one moment it was the "pulsating" blood fetus jade, the next it was the "An Di Long" his father had mentioned. He felt his worldview was being overturned and reshaped.

"Dad, that jade... are we really not going to throw it away?" Yan Sen was still a little worried. He could sense that the thing was a jinx.

"I won't throw it away." Yan Que leaned against the base of the statue with his eyes closed, pretending to doze off, his voice lazy.

"Not only do we not throw it away, we also exchange it for money."

"Exchange for money?" Yan Sen sat up abruptly. "Who would dare take this thing? Isn't it said to be incredibly sinister?"

"Hey, you don't know that." Yan Que opened one eye and glanced at his son. "In this world of supernatural beings, good things are always in demand, and bad things... there are even more people who want them. For those guys who cultivate evil ways, this 'Blood Embryo Locking Spirit Jade' is a rare treasure that can save them years of hard work. As long as we find the right way to sell it, the money we get will be enough for the two of us to buy a small courtyard house in Beijing."

Yan Sen's eyes lit up when he heard that he could buy the small courtyard.

Being homeless isn't so bad. After Old Man Yan gave it value, Yan Sen felt his family was quite noble. But what kind of family were they, the prestigious Earth Masters? How could they go hungry one day and eat the next? Selling this jade would at least ensure they wouldn't have to worry about food anymore.

"Where should we sell it then?"

"This place is too remote; there are few knowledgeable people, and even fewer who recognize its value. To sell it for a good price, we need to go to places with more people and more extraordinary individuals," Yan Que pondered for a moment and said. "Jiangxi, Longhu Mountain."

"Longhu Mountain? The territory of the Celestial Master's Mansion?" Yan Sen was stunned. "What are we going there for? Isn't that the leader of the righteous path? If we go there carrying such an evil object, aren't we just walking into a trap?"

"What do you know? This is what they call the most dangerous place being the safest place." Yan Que said calmly. "Under the nose of the Celestial Master's Mansion, those guys who want to double-cross us will have to think twice. We'll find a black market at the foot of the mountain, sell this hot potato, get the money, and leave without anyone noticing."

As Yan Sen listened to his father's plan, he felt that although it was risky, it seemed to make sense logically.

Making a deal at the gates of the most powerful "righteous leader" would certainly scare away many petty thieves.

"Alright, let's go to Longhu Mountain then." Yan Sen yawned; after a long day, he was truly exhausted. "Dad, find me a rich sucker! I want roast duck, every single meal!"

"What a good-for-nothing," Yan Que said with a laugh, taking off his tattered shirt and covering his son with it.

"Go to sleep, we still have a long journey ahead tomorrow."

Yan Sen felt much more at ease after covering himself with the clothes that still carried his father's body heat, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the dead of night, all was quiet.

Yan Que suddenly opened his eyes, and his ears twitched slightly.

A faint but strangely rhythmic bird call came from the woods far outside the dilapidated temple.

The call was very peculiar, consisting of three long cries followed by two short chirps, repeating in a cycle that was completely unlike the sounds that birds in nature would make.

This is one of the "secret codes" used by people from different backgrounds to communicate with each other in the wild.

Yan Que's face instantly darkened.

Almost instinctively, he sprang to his feet with a swift movement, as light as a cat. He stretched out his large foot and gently stomped and nudged the still-burning fire.

With a "poof," the fire was instantly extinguished, leaving only a few wisps of smoke.

The entire dilapidated temple was plunged into complete darkness in an instant.

Startled awake, Yan Sen was about to speak when a rough, powerful hand swiftly covered his mouth.

"Don't make a sound." Yan Que's voice, lowered to the extreme, rang close to his ear.

Yan Sen immediately realized that something was wrong.

He dared not move, and even his breathing became shallow.

Yan Que covered his son's mouth with his other hand, which had already reached for the tobacco stick in his arms. His body was tense, like a fully drawn bow, listening alertly to the sounds outside.

The strange bird call sounded a few more times, then stopped.

The surroundings returned to a deathly silence, a silence so profound it was unsettling.

Yan Sen didn't dare to breathe loudly; he could clearly hear his own and his father's heartbeats.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Que slowly released his hand from covering his mouth.

Yan Sen didn't dare to speak, but only asked with his eyes.

Yan Que gestured for him to be quiet, then silently crept to a crack in the dilapidated temple wall, stuck to the wall like a gecko, and looked outside.

Yan Sen also crouched down and peered out through another, slightly lower gap, mimicking his father's posture.

The moon had somehow emerged from behind the clouds, its cool light casting shadows on the opposite mountain peaks, outlining the contours of the forest indistinctly.

At the highest point of that mountain, on a protruding rock, stood a blurry figure.

They were too far away to see his face clearly, but I could barely make out that he was a tall, thin man. He seemed to be holding something in his hand, which occasionally reflected a faint light in the moonlight.

Yan Sen activated the [All Things Connect Qi], and his eyes glowed with a faint bluish-gold.

In his eyes, the outline of the object in the figure's hand instantly became clear—it was a feng shui compass!

The figure exuded a cold, viscous aura, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

They came for them! Or rather, they came for that piece of jade!

Yan Sen's heart tightened; he hadn't expected the other party to arrive so quickly.

Just then, the figure on the hilltop, seemingly frustrated by his fruitless search, put away his compass. He stood there, as if deep in thought.

Suddenly, without warning, he turned his head sharply, his gaze like two sharp swords, aiming precisely at the dilapidated temple where Yan Sen and the others were hiding!

Even from a distance of at least a kilometer, Yan Sen felt he could see the chilling intent in the other person's eyes!

What kind of look was that?

Cold, cruel, devoid of any human emotion, like a snake eyeing its prey.

Yan Sen felt as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He's been discovered!

The figure gazed towards the dilapidated temple, a silent, cold smile playing on his lips. He didn't approach immediately, but instead turned slowly and disappeared into the shadows of the forest.

He was like a seasoned hunter telling his prey: I've found you. The game begins now.

"He saw us." Yan Sen's voice was a little dry from nervousness.

"I know," Yan Que's voice came from the side, equally deep. He pulled Yan Sen up and neatly stuffed the broken bowl and the remaining half of the roast chicken into a cloth bag.

"This person is quite skilled and a tough opponent. We shouldn't stay here any longer."

Yan Que grabbed the cloth bag, threw Yan Sen onto his back, and shouted in a deep voice:

"The wind's getting strong, let's get out of here!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already darted out silently through the breach in the back wall of the dilapidated temple like a cheetah, instantly disappearing into the vast darkness of the night.