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

The night wind howled and felt like knives on my face.

Yan Sen lay on Yan Que's broad but not thick back, feeling the scenery on both sides turn into blurry black shadows and rush past rapidly.

His father's steps were quick and steady, making almost no sound as he traversed the rugged mountain path.

This is not simply running fast.

After Yan Sen activated the [All Things Connect Qi] technique, it could be clearly seen that with each step Yan Que took, the Qi under his feet resonated with the ground in a wonderful way.

He wasn't running with brute force, he was "borrowing"!

He took advantage of the stability of the rocks, the elasticity of the grass, and even the direction of the wind. Every step he took was at the point where he needed the least effort and could provide the most acceleration. His movements were fluid and seamless, blending into the surrounding environment.

"Father, this...this is qinggong (lightness skill)?" Yan Sen couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

This thing is way cooler than the light-footed skills described in martial arts novels.

"What a load of crap!" Yan Que cursed as he ran, though his voice was low and his breathing was perfectly steady.

"This is called 'Shrinking the Land,' it's the basic skill for us land surveyors! Watch the road, don't look at me! Remember every fork in the road we've passed, every marked stone!"

Yan Sen immediately shut up and dared not ask any more questions.

He knew that this was also part of cultivation.

Familiarizing yourself with the terrain and remembering your escape route while fleeing is a basic guarantee for your survival.

He forced himself to calm down, focused his Qi on his eyes, and began to rapidly memorize his surroundings.

Three hundred meters to the left is a crooked tree that was struck by lightning, with seven bird nests on its trunk.

Ahead lies a stream with nine black stones protruding from the water, which can be used as stepping stones.

On the right side of the mountain wall, there is a patch of reddish vines shaped like a human face...

These seemingly useless details quickly formed a three-dimensional map in Yan Sen's mind, a map that he could access at any time.

The father and son ran wildly through the deep mountains and forests for an entire night.

Yan Que's stamina seemed inexhaustible. Instead of choosing the shortest straight road, he traversed and meandered through various valleys and dense forests.

Several times, Yan Sen felt that they were going around in circles. Only after observing carefully with his Qi did he realize that Yan Que had bypassed several narrow passes that might be ambushed by using tricky angles.

As dawn broke on the horizon, Yan Que finally slowed down.

He found an extremely secluded cave, completely hidden from view by dense bushes.

He put Yan Sen down and leaned against the rock at the cave entrance, panting.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his faded old shirt was soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to his body and outlining the strong and muscular lines beneath.

Even with his profound skills, he was still quite tired after carrying a child weighing several dozen kilograms on his back and speeding along the mountain road all night.

Yan Sen's legs had long since gone numb. He sat on the ground rubbing his calves, feeling a little bad looking at Yan Que who was exhausted.

"Father, take a rest, I'll watch over things for you." Yan Sen took out a water pouch from his cloth bag and handed it to him.

Yan Que took the water pouch and gulped down most of it before finally catching his breath. He wiped the sweat from his face and grinned, "What? Feeling sorry for your father?"

"Who cares about you? I'm afraid you'll die on the way and no one will roast chicken for me," Yan Sen retorted stubbornly.

"You brat." Yan Que chuckled and scolded, then took out half of the roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves from the cloth bag, tore off a piece and handed it to Yan Sen.

"Eat up, then we'll keep running. That bastard's got a keen sense of smell, he's probably caught up by now."

Yan Sen munched on the cold roast chicken; it certainly didn't taste as good as freshly baked, but he couldn't care less now. Between bites, he asked, "Dad, who exactly is that person? How could they spot us from so far away?"

"It wasn't him who discovered us, it was the compass in his hand that found us." Yan Que's expression turned serious again.

"That's no ordinary feng shui compass. I guess it's a 'tracking compass' that comes with the 'Blood Embryo Locking Spirit Jade'. As long as we're within a certain range, it can find us no matter where we hide."

"Then we can't get rid of him?" Yan Sen's heart sank.

"So we can't just run away, we have to figure out a way to set him up." Yan Que's eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing in them.

"He wants to be a hunter, so we have to let him know that sometimes, prey bites too."

The father and son quickly replenished their food and water, and without lingering, began a new round of "running away".

This time, they didn't just run away.

As Yan Que ran, he began to teach Yan Sen some more practical things.

"Look at that tree. The bark's texture spirals to the left, indicating that the 'qi' here rotates counter-clockwise. If we walk along its right side, following the airflow, we can save 30% of our effort."

"That swamp ahead looks scary, but there's actually solid ground underneath. See those bubbling areas? The denser the bubbles, the more active the underground methane gas is, and the more stable the foundation. Follow the bubbles, and you definitely won't drown."

"If you're being chased, never run into open areas. Find a pile of rocks like this, the more the better. Each rock has its own 'qi field,' and hundreds of rocks piled together form a natural 'chaotic qi array.' When that bastard's compass gets here, the needle will spin wildly like he's drunk, giving us at least the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Yan Sen listened with shining eyes; this knowledge was far more interesting than those obscure scriptures.

He was like a dry sponge, frantically absorbing these life-saving techniques.

They learned as they ran, and spent most of the day running.

As dusk fell, they finally crossed a mountain and emerged from the vast mountains.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a winding national highway.

Beside the national highway, a long-abandoned gas station stood forlornly. The red paint had almost completely peeled off, revealing rusty sheet metal underneath. The glass windows were also shattered, and the entire gas station exuded a desolate, apocalyptic atmosphere.

"Father, where are we?" Yan Sen looked at the asphalt road and felt as if he had been transported to another world.

"We're out of the mountains." Yan Que breathed a sigh of relief, his nerves, which had been tense for a day and a night, finally relaxing a little. "Let's find a place to rest, then hitch a ride straight to Jiangxi."

He carefully led Yan Sen closer to the abandoned gas station, intending to find a place inside to spend the night.

But as soon as they reached the back of the gas station convenience store, a strong smell of blood wafted over on the wind.

Yan Que's expression changed instantly. He pulled Yan Sen behind him and slowly peeked out half his head from the corner of the wall.

His pupils contracted sharply after just one glance.

In the open space in front of the gas station, a man wearing a floral shirt and as thin as a bamboo pole was squatting on the ground, with a sickly, blissful expression on his face.

Lying before him was a young man, who, judging from his attire, was likely also a supernatural being. The young supernatural being was convulsing, black blood flowing from his seven orifices, his face filled with pain and fear.

The tall, thin man was pulling out colorful, still-wriggling venomous insects from a black cloth bag and slowly stuffing them into the young man's ears and nose.

The scene was bloody and bizarre, sending chills down one's spine.

Yan Sen also saw this scene through the gap in his father's arm. His stomach churned, and he almost vomited up the roast chicken he had eaten that morning.

"Don't move, and don't make a sound." Yan Que pressed down hard on his son's shoulder, his voice full of warning. "He's a demon from Quanxing. The qi in his body is poisonous and chaotic; he's a complete madman. Don't pay any attention to him."

All!

Yan Sen's heart skipped a beat. Although he had never seen them with his own eyes, he had heard his father talk about them. They were a group of lawless, capricious lunatics, rats that everyone in the world of supernatural beings hated.

Just then, the young, almost dead man on the ground seemed to have a final burst of energy before his death, and suddenly unleashed his last burst of Qi.

"boom!"

A shockwave exploded outwards from him, blasting the tall, thin man and the poisonous insect in his hand away.

One of the centipedes, about the size of a palm and entirely golden, flew in an arc through the air, heading straight for the bushes where Yan Sen and the others were hiding!

The centipede was baring its fangs and claws in mid-air, clearly extremely venomous.

Almost instinctively, without thinking, Yan Sen instantly gathered the faint innate Qi in his body at his fingertips and flicked his finger at the flying centipede!

"puff!"

An invisible burst of energy struck the golden centipede's head with pinpoint accuracy.

The ferocious venomous insect froze in mid-air, then fell straight down like a stone, twitching twice before becoming still.

Oops!

Yan Sen regretted it the moment he made the move.

Sure enough, the tall, thin man was knocked to the ground by the blast wave. He was initially annoyed, but his expression froze instantly when he saw his precious centipede killed.

He suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes, like those of a venomous snake, fixed on the bushes where Yan Sen and the others were hiding.

"Oh?"

He grinned, revealing a sinister smile, and licked his lips.

"Buy one get two free? And there's even a little baby who's practiced Qi?"