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

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

The dull thuds echoed rhythmically across the training ground, making one's teeth ache.

This battle, which has just begun, is less a fierce fight between peers and more a one-sided "blacksmithing" performance by Lu Lin.

In the arena, Lu Lin moved like lightning, her fists and feet whistling through the air, raining down on Yan Sen like a storm.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, enough to shatter stone tablets.

In contrast, Yan Sen's feet seemed rooted to the ground, and he did not budge an inch no matter how much Lu Lin struck him.

That layer of earthy yellow golden light, like solid amber, enveloped his entire body.

Every time Lu Lin's fist landed on it, it would cause golden light to ripple in circles, and then the force would be completely dissipated into the ground beneath her feet.

"Click—"

The bluestone slab beneath Yan Sen's feet cracked once more, with fine cracks spreading outwards like a spider web.

The onlookers went from initial amazement to numbness, and finally to whispering among themselves.

"This...this is the Golden Light Mantra of the Celestial Master's Mansion?" Someone swallowed hard. "It doesn't look quite right to me."

"Young Master Lu has been fighting for almost five minutes now, hasn't he? I see he's sweating buckets, but the guy on the other side isn't even out of breath!"

"This Yan Sen... he's a bit strange."

On the high platform, Lu Jin unconsciously gripped the armrests of the armchair, then slowly loosened them.

He looked at the boy in the arena who stood as still as a rock, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent upon their first move.

He was well aware of his great-grandson's life cultivation level. Looking at the entire younger generation of the supernatural world, apart from Zhang Lingyu from the Celestial Master's Mansion, few could surpass him.

But even now, he hasn't been able to break through Yan Sen's golden light.

"Brother Yan, your golden light... is truly wondrous."

Lu Lin jumped backward, creating distance between them.

His chest heaved violently, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. Looking at his fists, slightly red from the recoil, a hint of defeat flashed in his eyes, but more so, disbelief.

He felt that what he was hitting was not some so-called golden light, but a solid mountain.

"It's alright. I made a few minor modifications myself, adding a bit of 'weight' to the golden light." Yan Sen stood lazily in place, the earthy yellow golden light on his body slowly flowing, pulsating like his breathing.

He looked at Lu Lin, a slightly smug smile playing on his lips: "Brother Lin, what do you think, should we continue, or just give up?"

Yan Sen was actually sighing in his heart.

I'm so tired.

It's not physical exhaustion, but mental exhaustion from constantly releasing water.

The tricky part is sparring with someone you admire. You can't just slap them unconscious like you did with Wang Jian; you have to consider their feelings and control the force of the recoil so as not to accidentally injure them.

To be honest, he really didn't want Lu Lin to lose too badly, since they would still have to interact in the future. If he knocked her unconscious with a slap, it would be awkward when they met again.

"Of course we should continue!"

Lu Lin took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening once more. He wasn't discouraged by the prolonged stalemate; instead, his fighting spirit ignited even stronger.

"We've both been holding back, haven't we?" Lu Lin stared at Yan Sen. "I've witnessed Brother Yan's methods, but you haven't seen mine yet."

Yan Sen raised an eyebrow.

Is it finally time to use that method that Lu Lin has been hiding all along?

On the sidelines, two little girls were sitting on small stools that had been specially brought over, holding half-eaten watermelons in their hands.

"Duo'er, you have sharp ears, what are my brother and Yan-ge whispering about over there?" Lu Linglong asked, her words muffled as she ate watermelon. She was curious as she watched the two in the arena suddenly stop fighting.

Chen Duo held half a peach in her hands, her cheeks bulging. She swallowed the fruit, blinked her large, bright green eyes, and said earnestly:

"They didn't say anything. They said they were going to use their real skills."

Chen Duo paused, then added, "But your brother definitely can't beat Sen Ge."

"Well......"

Lu Linglong almost choked.

She turned her head resentfully to look at her adorable new friend beside her: "Duo'er, although... although what you said may be true, couldn't you be a little more tactful? I'm his sister, you know, it's really upsetting to hear this."

Chen Duo tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion: "What is tact? Why should we be tactful? Brother Sen said that one should be honest."

Lu Linglong: "..."

Okay, you win.

Well, you're my best friend, so I'll let it slide!

In fact, how could Chen Duo not know what euphemism meant? Although she used a small insect to cheat during the exam, she wasn't a bad student.

To please others, would she deliberately say that Brother Sen is inferior to others? She wouldn't say that.

Chen Duo: •᷄ɞ•᷅

"call--"

In the center of the training ground, with a long exhale from Lu Lin, an extremely pure and ethereal Qi began to emanate from his body.

This Qi is different from the extreme Yang and strength of the Golden Light Mantra, and also different from the violent and domineering Thunder Magic; it exudes a kind of "celestial aura".

Under everyone's gaze, Lu Lin's already fair skin became even more translucent at a speed visible to the naked eye, like the finest white jade, radiating a lustrous glow.

His hair and eyebrows were also covered with a layer of frost-white.

He looked like a celestial being who had stepped out of a painting.

On the high platform, apart from Lu Jin, who knew what was going on, and Zhang Zhiwei, whose emotions were unreadable, the others were all moved.

"This is..." Lu Ci's single eye narrowed sharply, staring intently at Lu Lin, "Triple Rebirth?"

"Hey, Brother Lu, you've kept it well hidden." Wang Ai sneered with a forced smile. "You actually managed to pass down the secret techniques of the San Yi Sect from back then?"

Lu Jin straightened his back, a hint of nostalgia on his face. "If I could, I would really like to pass this skill on to outsiders, rather than to my own descendants."

In the arena, Yan Sen's eyes lit up as he looked at Lu Lin after her transformation.

"Is this what they call a state of reverse aging?"

Yan Sen clicked his tongue in amazement. He had heard his father talk about this mysterious technique when he was a child, but unfortunately he had never seen it.

Going with the flow can avoid calamities, while going against the tide can bring great success.

This "Reverse Rebirth Triple Stage" aims to reverse the physical body's acquired state and return it to the state of innate Qi.

In theory, if one practices to the extreme, one can ascend to immortality.

However, Yan Sen believes that another phrase is more fitting, quoting a poem by Zhang Sanfeng: "Following the natural order is mortal, going against it is immortal; it's just a matter of reversing things in between."

This person, who has experienced three stages of rebirth, is currently in the middle of a state, neither a mortal nor an immortal.

"It's still somewhat interesting, though." Yan Sen stroked his chin. "Turning yourself into a ball of Qi? Would physical attacks still be effective then?"

"Brother Yan, be careful."

After her transformation, Lu Lin's temperament changed drastically, and even her voice became more ethereal.

Before he finished speaking, he had vanished from the spot.

fast!

It's more than twice as fast as before!

Yan Sen's pupils contracted slightly. He felt a gentle breeze on his face, and a jade-like hand was already pressed against his chest.

Yan Sen reacted extremely quickly. With a thought, the golden light on his body instantly solidified, covering his entire body like armor.

"Bang!"

When this palm struck the golden light, it did not produce the crisp sound of metal clashing; instead, it sounded like a boulder being smashed into a deep pool.

Lu Lin's Qi-transformed energy forcefully penetrated through the point of contact with the golden light, attempting to directly confront Yan Sen's defense.

"That's interesting!"

As expected of the ultimate technique of the Three Ones Sect, even the shallow reverse life form can unleash such dragon and tiger power.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't have been able to take it.

Even Xiaoyu would have to think twice before taking that attack.

Unfortunately, he encountered himself.

Turn misfortune into good fortune!

"Hey."

Yan Sen chuckled softly, and the Qi of the Spleen Earth within his body began to circulate wildly.

The originally flowing golden light instantly became viscous and heavy.

The penetrating, pure energy was like a bird trapped in a swamp, instantly absorbed, suppressed, and assimilated by the heavy power of the earth.

Lu Lin's expression changed.

He felt as if his palm was glued to the ground and he couldn't pull it back!

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying suction force came from Yan Sen's body, as if it was trying to forcibly pull away the Qi within him.

"not good!"

Lu Lin acted decisively, her body radiating white light as she transformed into a streak of light, forcefully breaking free from Yan Sen's restraints and leaping into the air.

"Lin-ge! Where are we going!"

Yan Sen also lost his temper.

He stopped passively taking the beating and stomped his right foot hard on the ground.

"boom!"

The ground trembled, and debris flew everywhere.

Using the recoil, Yan Sen soared into the sky, his speed no slower than Lu Lin's, who had activated the Reverse Life Triple Realm.

He twisted and turned in mid-air, and the yellowish-brown light on his right arm became extremely intense, as if he were wearing an amber arm armor.

Immediately, he slapped down with his palm.

The air was compressed by the gravity added to the golden light, producing a piercing shriek.

Lu Lin, who was in mid-air, had nowhere to escape.

He gritted his teeth, crossed his arms above his head, and his body was filled with surging white energy, trying to withstand the attack.

"Brother Yan... your golden light is too shameless!" Lu Lin thought to herself with a wry smile.

However, just as the two sides were about to collide...

A sly glint suddenly flashed in Yan Sen's eyes.

His palm strike, which he had been preparing with all his might, as if he wanted to smash Lu Lin directly into the ground, suddenly vanished without warning just before it made contact with Lu Lin's arms.

"Um?"

Lu Lin, who was defending with all her might, felt as if she had used all her strength to push open an unlocked door. Her center of gravity instantly lost its balance, and her body fell forward uncontrollably.

"Oh no!"

Lu Lin's pupils contracted sharply, and her mind went blank.

In a battle between masters, a slight mistake can lead to a world of difference.

This momentary loss of balance is the fatal flaw.

Yan Sen flashed and appeared like a ghost next to Lu Lin.

He released the terrifying force in his hand, changing his palm into a slap, and gently tapped Lu Lin on the back of the head.

"Smack."

The sound was crisp and even somewhat pleasant.

But the effect was devastating.

That strike contained a subtle, powerful vibration that directly impacted Lu Lin's mind.

Lu Lin felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and all the Qi in her body vanished instantly as if the power had been cut off.

The fair, jade-like skin quickly faded, returning to its original color.

His consciousness went blank for a moment, and he fell straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"Thump."

It stirred up a cloud of dust.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

In the training ground, only Yan Sen's breathing could be heard.

He stood beside the unconscious Lu Lin, his hands back in his pockets, and the terrifying yellowish-brown light dissipated.

Yan Sen looked down at Lu Lin lying on the ground, then looked up at the group of old men with different expressions on the platform.

Then I suddenly realized what I had just done.

"Um... Mr. Lu, if I said I didn't use any force, and just lightly touched Brother Lin, would you believe me?"

"Lin-ge might be... suffering from low blood sugar."

On the high platform.

The teacup in Lu Jin's hand shattered into powder with a "crack".

He looked at the kid in the arena who had gotten the better deal but was still acting innocent; his beard was trembling.

"Good...good lad..."

"Come here, let Grandpa give you a good pat on the back... Zhang Zhiwei, you old rascal! You've taught him well!"

Zhang Zhiwei still maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

He slowly blew on the tea, not even lifting his eyelids, but the smile on his lips that he couldn't suppress betrayed his mood at that moment.

"I didn't teach him this."

"Perhaps this child... takes after me."