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

The atmosphere in the training ground instantly plummeted to freezing point after Yan Sen uttered the words, "You're meddling too much."

The two walnuts that Wang Ai had been polishing and polishing in her hands stopped with a "click".

A glint of shrewdness flashed in his small eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat. Though a smile still lingered on his lips, it looked like paint on a wax figure—utterly fake.

"Look at the young generation these days, they can't keep their tempers up. They get agitated after just a few words."

Wang Ai's tone was sarcastic, making one's anger rise from within: "It's not a good thing for young people to be so arrogant. I'm just giving you a few words of advice on behalf of your elders. Young people should know the rules and be polite. What, can't I teach you that?"

That old guy always tries to intimidate people with grand pronouncements.

If someone with a thin skin were here, being "enlightened" like this in public by the dignified head of the Wang family, they would probably either bow their head in fear and admit their mistake, or turn their back on the spot and leave in a huff.

Unfortunately, he encountered Yan Sen, a man without morals who, naturally, cannot be morally bound by them.

Just as Yan Sen was about to speak and add to the old man's troubles, Lu Jin, who had been silent on the armchair next to him, suddenly slammed his teacup heavily on the table.

"clang!"

A few drops of tea splashed out and landed on the mahogany table. The sound was not loud, but it attracted the attention of everyone around.

"Brother Wang," Lu Jin leaned back, crossed his legs, and asked with a hint of nonchalance, "I don't understand what you're saying. What do you mean by 'playing around with women without manners'? Some people might want to, but the women might not even agree. Besides..."

Lu Jin glanced at Wang Ai with a sharp, piercing gaze: "Who are you trying to insult? Are you implying that my Linglong is ill-mannered, or that I, Lu Jin, have failed to discipline her properly and have spoiled her?"

Wang Ai was somewhat embarrassed.

Being retorted by Yan Sen was a trivial matter for Wang Ai. Even if he wanted to retaliate, there would be plenty of time and opportunities in the future. There was no need to make a scene on Longhu Mountain. Putting aside Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong, it wouldn't look good for a senior to bully a junior in front of everyone.

But Lu Jin is different. This person usually doesn't get along with him and Lao Lü. If they clash, who knows what might happen.

"Oh, Brother Lu, you're overthinking this, aren't you?" Wang Ai's fleshy face twitched, and he immediately put on a sincere expression. "Our Lu, Wang, Lü, and Gao families, though not exactly related by blood, have been friends for many years, as close as family. I wouldn't dare to insult Brother Lu, would I? That would be slapping myself in the face!"

"Hmph, as close as family?" Lu Jin snorted coldly and didn't respond, but the disdain in her eyes was obvious to anyone who wasn't blind.

Yan Sen stood aside, watching these old men, whose combined age was several hundred years old, scheming against each other and speaking with hidden barbs. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "This world of martial arts is indeed not just about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom."

This Wang Ai is also a reincarnation of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. Even when Old Master Lu confronted him directly, he could still laugh. His shrewdness is truly remarkable. He really hasn't lived this long in vain.

"Alright, alright, you're all so old, practically half your body is in the grave, why are you still arguing like children? Aren't you afraid the younger generation will laugh at you?"

Lu Ci, who was sitting on the far side, suddenly spoke up.

This head of the Lü family had a hideous scar running across his left eye, and even when he smiled, he exuded a chilling ruthlessness.

His intact right eye was fixed on Yan Sen below the stage. His gaze lacked Wang Ai's malice; instead, it revealed a naked admiration, like an old wolf scrutinizing a wolf cub that had just grown its teeth.

"Young man from the Yan family," Lü Ci said in a hoarse voice, "I heard about what happened in Changbai Mountain in Northeast China the other day. He handled it well, just to my liking."

Yan Sen was also taken aback, not expecting Lü Ci to take the initiative to talk to him. But he reacted very quickly, his playful smile instantly disappearing, replaced by a humble and polite junior's demeanor, and he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lü Ci.

"Master Lü, you flatter me. These are things that I should do."

"Should? Heh heh... There's nothing in this world that should be done." Lu Ci chuckled twice, leaning forward, his oppressive aura instantly overwhelming. "But there's one thing, this old man isn't too happy about. Those Japanese devils, and those Quanxing bastards, why didn't you kill a few more? The company took them all. If it were me, I would have wiped them all out, and maybe even built a mound of skulls, that would have been so satisfying!"

Upon hearing this, the temperature in the training ground seemed to drop several degrees. A strong stench of blood seemed to permeate the air along with Lü Ci's words.

Yan Sen's eyelids twitched.

It can only be said that in this world, there are names that are mispronounced, but no nicknames that are mispronounced. The name "Mad Dog" is indeed well-deserved.

"Old Lu, you're going a bit too far with that." Tian Jinzhong, who had been silent until now, spoke up with a chuckle, breaking the tense atmosphere. "He's still a child. Even if he's facing a bunch of beasts, we can't let him develop a bloodthirsty nature, can we? If he gets used to killing, that'll be a real problem."

As Tian Jinzhong spoke, he winked at Yan Sen, as if to say: Hurry up and find a place to sit down, don't just stand here and become a target.

Yan Sen understood immediately, but he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he bowed deeply to Lü Ci again, revealing a bright smile on his face, taking advantage of the situation.

"Master Lü is right. I was indeed too soft-hearted."

Yan Sen straightened up, his eyes clear, his tone unusually sincere: "Since Master Lü also thinks that what I did was to your liking, then next time there is an opportunity like this that will allow you to have a good time, I will definitely invite you. Let's go together, and with your help, I can kill a few more and practice my courage."

"Um?"

Lü Ci was stunned.

In his life, he had met all sorts of people—those who feared him, hated him, respected him, and wanted to kill him—but he had never seen a younger generation who dared to go along with his words and even wanted to drag him into killing someone.

This kid... he's interesting, a rare find!

"Hahaha! Good! Well done, 'borrowing my favor'!" Lu Ci laughed loudly, a fierce glint in his single eye, yet he was genuinely pleased. "Then I'll be waiting for you to call me! Don't forget, kid!"

"Definitely!" Yan Sen replied with a grin.

The old man and the young man made a bloody pact in front of all the heroes of the world.

The others present, aside from their twitching lips, didn't seem to find it odd at all.

It was as if this kid was born to hang out with this madman.

"Alright, you monkey."

Zhang Zhiwei, the old master who had been sitting in the main seat watching the show, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a buzzing fly.

"What are you doing showing off your silver tongue here? Go away, stay away from me, just looking at you annoys me."

"Alright! Well then, Grand Tutor, Grandfather, and all you gentlemen, I'll take my leave now, so as not to disturb your enjoyment any longer!"

Yan Sen felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and slipped away as fast as he could.

He knew in his heart that his master was protecting him.

Actually, he was located not far behind these old men; they could see him as soon as they turned around.

Yan Sen didn't want to sit too close to them. Apart from Master Lu and Master Tian, ​​none of these old men were easy to get along with. They were all difficult to deal with and had their own quirks. Now that was good, he didn't have to suddenly find an excuse to go away.

The Grand Tutor has arranged everything for him. Ah, praise to the Grand Tutor!

Yan Sen, acting as if it were an imperial decree, bypassed the crowd and went straight to a large tree at the very back of the training ground.

The location is slightly elevated, offering a wide view of the entire area, and is also shaded by trees, making it an ideal spot for slacking off.

Chen Duo and Lu Linglong were already sitting together.

The two girls were chatting about something. Lu Linglong was gesturing wildly, while Chen Duo listened quietly, nodding occasionally with a faint smile on her lips.

Chen Duo sensed Yan Sen walking over immediately.

She instinctively wanted to get up and follow Yan Sen as usual, but Yan Sen waved his hand, indicating that she didn't need to move.

"Sit wherever you want, don't worry about me," Yan Sen said in a low voice. "It's good to spend more time with people your own age."

Chen Duo paused for a moment, glancing at Lu Linglong beside her who was talking animatedly, and then at Yan Sen leaning alone against the tree trunk. A fierce internal struggle seemed to be raging within her little head.

In the end, she chose to remain seated. However, every few seconds, she would turn around and glance at Yan Sen with her large, bright green eyes to make sure he was still there before turning back to listen to Lu Linglong speak.

Yan Sen watched this scene with immense satisfaction.

My younger sister has finally taken her first step into socializing within the non-social circle, and it's been quite successful.

"Tsk, I always felt that Duo'er and Sister Baobao would get along... Is it just my imagination...?"

Yan Sen muttered to himself, then found a comfortable position to lean against the tree trunk, half-closing his eyes as he looked at the scene.

At this moment, the competition, which had been suspended due to the intrusion of Yan Sen and his two companions, has resumed.

Lu Lin remained steady and methodical, relying on her solid foundation in life cultivation to completely exhaust the Qi of the Wang family's divine successor and win the competition.

Immediately afterwards, two more disciples from unknown sects took to the stage, and their fight was so utterly amateurish that it was completely unwatchable.

Yan Sen watched for a while, then felt his eyelids begin to droop.

This is so boring.

Without the thrill of a life-or-death struggle, without the ruthlessness of resorting to any means to survive, this kind of sparring, which only goes so far, seemed to him like kindergarten children playing around.

Having knelt all night to burn incense, Yan Sen was overcome with drowsiness. He leaned his head against the tree trunk and soon began to breathe evenly.

......

I don't know how much time passed.

"Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan? Wake up!"

A hand patted Yan Sen on the shoulder, not hard, but enough to wake him up.

Yan Sen opened his eyes groggily, and the first thing he saw was Liang Youyi's enlarged face, looking at him with a helpless expression.

"Huh? What's wrong? Is Master Yi here?" Yan Sen wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, looking bewildered. "Is dinner ready?"

"Eat, eat, all you ever do is eat!" Liang Youyi tapped him on the head in an annoyed tone. "Wake up, it's almost your turn!"

"It's almost my turn?" Yan Sen was even more confused. "What do you mean, my turn? The competition? Nobody notified me! Besides, in this kind of situation, it wouldn't be appropriate for an unofficial member of Longhu Mountain like me to go up there, would it?"

"You really dare to say that, kid. You're an unofficial member? You're more like Master's disciple than Lingyu." Liang Youyi rolled his eyes at him, then pointed to the old Taoist priest on the high platform who was resting with his eyes closed. "Master specifically instructed that you go up there and show off your skills."

"He also said," Liang Youyi revealed an extremely sly smile, "that if you don't go, or if you go up and lose, bringing shame to Longhu Mountain... you should weigh the consequences yourself."

Yan Sen's face turned green instantly.

Weigh it? Is there even a need to weigh it?

They'll definitely have to kneel and offer incense twice as much! They might even have to copy the scriptures three hundred times!

"Tsk... This old man is threatening me again." Yan Sen sighed, rubbed his stiff neck, and reluctantly stood up. "Fine, I got it. I'll perk myself up now."

"That event over there is almost over. You can go and preside over it, Master Yi. I'll wait for you to call me here."

Liang Youyi nodded and turned back to the field.

Yan Sen cracked his knuckles as he moved them. He took a deep breath, and the sleepiness in his eyes vanished instantly.

You can't even stop showing off, what kind of situation is this?