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

"Brother Sen, Brother Sen..."

A faint sound rang in Yan Sen's ear, so small it was like a mosquito buzzing. At the same time, a pair of soft little hands pushed and shoved on his shoulders, the force not strong, but with a persistent strength.

He smacked his lips twice, turned over, rolled himself up in the blanket, and buried his head even deeper.

Yesterday, the incense burned until midnight before it finally finished burning. When Yan Sen was finally able to get up, he felt as if his lower body no longer belonged to him.

This extra-large agarwood is simply an anti-human design. I don't know which scoundrel invented it. Isn't this deliberately making things difficult for the younger generation of Taoists?

Actually, there were a few times when Yan Sen had some crooked ideas.

When he was about halfway through his fever, he clutched his stomach, pretending to be in a state of extreme urgency, and pushed open the door, shouting at the young Taoist boy at the entrance.

"Oh dear, I need to relieve myself! Please, buddy, make an exception. I'll just go relieve myself and be right back, I promise I won't run away!"

The results of it?

The young Taoist priest, who usually appeared handsome and refined, expressionlessly pulled out a red lacquered wooden chamber pot that he had prepared beforehand from behind his back and handed it to Yan Sen.

"Mr. Yan, the Grand Tutor has given instructions. If you urgently need to relieve yourself, this chamber pot will be given to you. However, you are not allowed to go out, nor are you allowed to stay inside the hall, because there is a statue of the Patriarch in this hall, so he has instructed you to relieve yourself in front of me."

Yan Sen was stunned. Holding the chamber pot, he was completely bewildered.

The young Taoist wasn't finished yet. He turned to Zhang Lingyu, who was kneeling beside him, grimacing in pain, and added insult to injury: "The Grand Tutor also said that if Mr. Yan tries to slip away under some pretext, or if he doesn't kneel properly while holding these incense sticks, then Master Lingyu will have to supervise him. The Grand Tutor will ask about it later. If Mr. Yan doesn't behave properly more than three times, he'll have to kneel on two sticks next time."

Listen to this! Is this even human language?

Yan Sen even seriously felt that his seemingly ethereal and otherworldly grandmaster must have done a lot of such cunning and trickery when he was young, and then been punished by his great-grandmaster. Otherwise, how could he have such a tight grip on his little schemes?

They even prepared a chamber pot in advance? That's incredibly stingy!

At that moment, Yan Sen and Zhang Lingyu exchanged a glance, seeing different emotions in each other's eyes.

Zhang Lingyu: You've finally fallen into my hands!

Unfortunately, after Yan Sen returned, he obediently knelt throughout the entire process and did not cause any more trouble. Zhang Lingyu's hard-won little bit of "power" was completely wasted.

After it was over, Yan Sen practically crawled back to bed and slept like a log, completely still.

"Duo'er, your voice is too soft! How can Brother Yan hear you like that? You need to speak louder! Push him harder! Here, let me do it!"

The buzzing sound in my ears suddenly turned into a clear, girlish voice.

"Hey! Yan-ge! Wake up!!!"

Immediately afterwards, Yan Sen felt as if his shoulder had been bumped by an excited calf, and his whole body bounced on the bed.

"Hmm? Hmm... What's wrong?"

Yan Sen suddenly opened his eyes, his vision still a little blurry, and saw two small faces pressed against his face.

Lu Linglong stood with her hands on her hips, her long pink hair swaying with her movements, her signature blush practically flying off her face, and she looked at Chen Duo with a "look how awesome I am" expression.

Chen Duo stretched out her hand, maintaining a posture of wanting to stop but failing, her big green eyes filled with innocence and confusion.

"What time is it...? What are you two doing here so early? Don't you know that boys' rooms are off-limits? What kind of behavior is this?!"

Yan Sen rubbed his temples, which felt like they were about to explode, and sat up with a pained expression, pulling the blanket up a little more.

"It's almost noon, Brother Yan! Everyone's here! The seniors and disciples from all the sects are at the training ground. The Old Master saw that you weren't awake yet, so he sent us to wake you up."

Lu Linglong grinned, showing her little tiger teeth, and laughed carefree: "That old man Tian also said that if you don't go soon, he's going to pull off your bed!"

Is it noon?

The rusty string in Yan Sen's mind snapped with a "pop".

Today is the first day of the Zhou Tian Grand Ritual!

According to the rules of the Taoist sects in the supernatural world, on such a big day, before the formal ritual begins, the younger generation brought by each sect must show their faces and spar in the martial arts arena. It is called "exchanging feelings" but in reality, it is "showing off muscles" and demonstrating their own youthful strength to other sects.

As the nominal "grand-disciple" of the Celestial Master, if I were late, it would simply be...

A monkey and a chimpanzee had a baby—which turned out to be a baboon (meaning useless)!

"Oh no, now the old man has even more reason to punish me!"

Yan Sen sprang up from the bed with a somersault, his movements so fast they left afterimages.

"Get out! Get out! I need to change! Don't peek!"

He herded the two girls outside like ducks, quickly stripped off his pajamas, changed into a light blue short jacket, and rushed out without even washing his face, just wiping it with some water.

At the door, Lu Linglong and Chen Duo were still whispering to each other.

"Why is Brother Yan in such a panic?"

"have no idea......"

"Get on!" Yan Sen shouted, and without thinking twice, he grabbed one in each hand and tossed them onto his back.

"Hold on tight!"

Chen Duo skillfully climbed onto Yan Sen's back and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Lu Linglong was enjoying this kind of treatment for the first time. She screamed excitedly and clung to Yan Sen's other shoulder like a koala.

"Giddy up!" Lu Linglong shouted.

"Drive my foot!" Yan Sen suddenly exerted force with his feet.

Shrinking Earth Technique!

boom!

The ground trembled slightly, and a wave of earthy yellow energy exploded beneath his feet. Yan Sen shot forward like a cannonball.

On the mountain path of Longhu Mountain, only a blur of a shadow could be seen whizzing past.

The Taoist priest sweeping the roadside only felt a gust of demonic wind pass by. Before he could see what it was, the shadow had already disappeared around the corner, leaving only a string of silvery laughter and someone's scream.

"Don't pull my hair!"

Two or three minutes later.

A small martial arts training ground inside the Celestial Master's Mansion.

At this time, quite a few people had gathered here.

On the high platform facing due north, there are several grand master chairs.

The old master Zhang Zhiwei sat at the head of the table on the left, while Tian Jinzhong sat upright on the right.

Half a step behind the two were Lu Jin, who looked righteous; Wang Ai, the smiling fat old man and head of the Wang family; and Lü Ci, the head of the Lü family, who was known as the Mad Dog.

Three of the four great families with a prestigious reputation in the world of supernatural beings have come, which is enough to demonstrate the Celestial Master's Mansion's unparalleled status in the world of supernatural beings.

Below them were the elders of various sects and schools, as well as the high-ranking officials of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

In the center of the training ground, two young figures were dodging and weaving, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

One of them was dressed in black sportswear, with a slender figure and surrounded by a layer of blue aura. His movements were powerful and skillful.

It was Lu Jin's great-grandson, Lu Lin.

His opponent was a young man wearing a floral shirt and sporting a buzz cut. This man was a skilled painter; with a huge brush in his hand, the ink energy transformed into ferocious birds and beasts.

"Is that the Wang family's divine paint?"

"This looks interesting, but that kid from the Lu family has a very solid foundation in life cultivation."

The onlookers were buzzing with discussion.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the entrance of the training ground, accompanied by a slight tremor in the ground.

"Excuse me! Please make way!"

A loud roar completely drowned out the sounds of fighting in the arena.

Everyone turned to look and saw a young man carrying two pretty little girls on his back, rushing into the training ground with a wild and unrestrained manner, kicking up a trail of dust.

"squeak--"

Yan Sen stomped his heels hard on the ground, carving two deep furrows, and finally stopped just half a meter from the edge of the training ground.

Due to inertia, Lu Linglong on his back almost flew off, but fortunately Yan Sen caught her with a quick grab.

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes were on this uniquely styled group.

Lu Lin and the Wang family member who were sparring in the arena stopped and stared at them in bewilderment.

Lu Lin's eyes twitched: That's my sister? The one riding on someone's neck and having fun is my well-bred younger sister?

On the high platform, Zhang Zhiwei's hand holding the tea trembled slightly, and a few drops of tea splashed out.

He looked at Yan Sen, whose clothes were disheveled, whose hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and who had two little girls hanging on his back, and the veins on his forehead throbbed twice.

This wretched creature...

The punishment last night was too lenient!

"You little rascal, get inside now!"

Zhang Zhiwei's rebuke, like a morning bell, instantly shattered the silence in the room.

Yan Sen shrank his neck, feeling a chill on the back of his neck.

Bitter... Bitter...

He quickly put the two figures off his back, straightened his crooked collar, and immediately put on his signature harmless smile. He then scurried down to the platform and bowed to Zhang Zhiwei.

"Hehe, Grand Tutor, esteemed seniors, good morning! Well... I was a little delayed on the way here because I was escorting my two younger sisters. Please forgive me."

"Pfft..." Lu Jin, who was next to her, spat out the tea he had just drunk.

escort?

You're really good at causing trouble.

"It's almost noon now." Zhang Zhiwei slightly raised his eyelids, his tone cool, "You've been sleeping in for quite a long time."

Yan Sen chuckled twice, trying to come up with an excuse to brush it off.

Just then, Wang Ai, the fat old man sitting to Lu Jin's right, suddenly spoke up.

He looked at Yan Sen with a smile, his eyes, squeezed into slits by fat, revealing a scrutinizing gaze that made people very uncomfortable.

"Hehe, Master, is this the successor of the 'walking master' you mentioned?"

Wang Ai's voice was somewhat high-pitched, but it matched his appearance, making people uncomfortable to listen to and look at. "Indeed... unconventional. To be able to joke around like this with the women in this kind of setting, it seems that although he is from a reclusive lineage, he is much more 'flexible' when it comes to rules than us lively old folks."

The atmosphere instantly changed after those words were spoken.

These words were clearly a veiled criticism of Yan Sen's lack of manners, and in doing so, they also criticized the Yan family's upbringing.

Yan Sen's smile remained unchanged, but a barely perceptible cold glint flashed in his clear black and white eyes.

He straightened up, turned around, and his gaze swept over the crowd, landing precisely on Wang Ai's smiling tiger-like face.

"Old Master Wang is joking."

Yan Sen chuckled and scratched his shoulder, his movements light and frivolous, but his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Our family is indeed small and insignificant; we can't compare to the 'giant' you lead, who ranks among the top in the world of supernatural beings."

Yan Sen paused, his gaze sweeping over the Wang family member holding the calligraphy brush in the center of the room, a playful smile curving his lips.

"However, my father taught me a principle from a young age. These rules are made by people. If one day you encounter something that seems to have no rules at all, it's probably because..."

Yan Sen pointed to his head, "I think too much here, and I try to meddle too much."