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

The back mountain, Yan Sen's secret base.

The air around us seemed to freeze, with only the occasional awkward bird call breaking the silence.

Zhang Lingyu's handsome face was now bruised and swollen, his lips were trembling, and his eyes were darting around. He just didn't dare to look at the little girl sitting on the big blue stone.

Lu Lin was slightly better; his regenerative abilities were truly remarkable. The bruises on his face had almost disappeared. He took a deep breath and, as if he were about to go to the execution ground, stiffly cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Chen Duo, who was holding a watermelon and watching the show.

"Duo... Sister Duo'er."

His voice was dry and hoarse, carrying a hint of self-abandonment.

"Why!"

Before Chen Duo could react, Lu Linglong, who was next to her, answered for her. The pink-haired girl laughed so hard she almost fell over, snapping photos with her phone.

"Great! Lin-ge's address of 'sister' was spot on! It was delivered with deep breaths and genuine emotion! I took a picture; I'll show it to Grandpa later!"

Lu Lin's lips twitched, but he still maintained the dignity of a young master from a prominent family, silently retreating to the side and beginning to put pressure on Zhang Lingyu with his eyes.

I've already called, what are you waiting for?

Zhang Lingyu felt like she was about to explode.

He, a high-ranking official of the Celestial Master's Mansion and the last disciple of the old Celestial Master, actually had to call a girl several years younger than him "sister"? If this got out, how would he face his nephews and grand-disciples in the future?

"Hurry up, Xiaoyu."

Yan Sen sat cross-legged on a tree branch, looking on with a smug expression, as if he didn't want the drama to get out of hand.

"Are you dawdling and trying to renege on your debt? Fine, if you want to, then you'll have to call me 'brother' from now on. It's either one or the other, am I democratic enough?"

"Don't even think about it!"

Zhang Lingyu stiffened his neck, his stubbornness kicking in. He stared intently at Chen Duo, as if trying to see every detail about the young girl.

Chen Duo blinked her big, bright green eyes.

She put down the watermelon in her hand, looked at Yan Sen somewhat helplessly, and then at Zhang Lingyu, whose face was flushed.

"that......"

Chen Duo spoke softly, trying to ease the suffocating awkwardness.

"If you really don't want to call me... then forget it. My teacher taught me that you can't force a relationship."

It would have been better if he hadn't spoken; once he did, Zhang Lingyu was completely put on the hot seat.

The young lady has already said that, if I were to act coy, wouldn't I be even less than a child? That would be even more shameful!

"Duo... Sister Duo'er!"

Zhang Lingyu practically spat out those three words through gritted teeth, speaking extremely quickly. After finishing, he turned his head to the side, looking at the clouds in the sky, as if to say, "I don't want to live anymore."

"Ah, that's more like it!"

Yan Sen jumped down from the tree, landing silently, and casually patted Zhang Lingyu on the shoulder.

"You agreed so readily! From now on, if anyone bullies Duo'er, you two have to be the first to step in!"

"Get out!" Zhang Lingyu slapped Yan Sen's hand away.

"Fine, fine, I'll get lost." Yan Sen chuckled, giving a thumbs-up to the two new underlings Chen Duo had just taken in. "A real man, I admire you."

"Yan Sen, stop making sarcastic remarks."

Zhang Lingyu wiped away the blood he had accidentally smeared on his face earlier; it was a "medal" left from the previous competition. He glared fiercely at Yan Sen, his eyes burning with raging flames.

"We were careless this time! Just you wait, this isn't over! Next time, Brother Lu and I will definitely win!"

"Master Lingyu." Lu Lin tugged at Zhang Lingyu's sleeve from the side. Although she still looked like an honest man, there was a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "Say less. My reversal of life has been slapped back to its original state. I can't withstand Brother Yan's slap now."

"Want to fight again?" Yan Sen picked at his ear. "Sure, I may not have many other redeeming qualities, but I'm good-tempered and patient. As long as you're not afraid of pain, I'm ready anytime."

"Don't worry, Brother Lu." Zhang Lingyu turned to Lu Lin and solemnly promised, "I'm here! You definitely won't be the only one to take his slap."

"Oh... Master Lingyu, can't we just avoid getting beaten up?"

"Don't worry, Brother Lu, I have a plan!"

……

In the following days, the back mountain of Longhu Mountain became exceptionally lively.

Or rather, it was exceptionally chaotic.

Yan Sen felt as if he had truly returned to the days when he wandered around with his father, Yan Que.

At that time, Yan Que went to great lengths to train his reaction ability.

They would flick pebbles into his bowl while he ate, stuff ice cubes into his bed while he slept, and even throw two firecrackers over the wall when he went to the toilet.

They euphemistically call it: "The world is dangerous; always be vigilant."

Now, Zhang Lingyu has perfectly inherited this process.

Early morning, in the cafeteria.

Yan Sen was holding a bowl of millet porridge, about to put it in his mouth.

"Whoosh—!"

A golden light suddenly shot out from the side and behind without warning, heading straight for the bowl in Yan Sen's hand.

The young Taoist priests around were so frightened that they dropped their chopsticks, and they were all dumbfounded.

What's wrong with Martial Uncle Lingyu? Why is she fighting in the cafeteria?

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Yan Sen didn't even turn his head. He still held the bowl in his left hand and casually waved his right hand behind him, as if shooing away flies.

The thick, earthy-yellow Qi energy erupted instantly, shattering the golden light and striking the figure who had launched the sneak attack.

"Wow!"

Zhang Lingyu was sent flying backwards from the cafeteria entrance like a human punching bag, rolling twice on the ground before coming to a stop. His once spotless white robe was now covered in dust.

"Xiaoyu, remember to conceal your presence next time you launch a sneak attack," Yan Sen said slowly, slurping up a mouthful of porridge. "I could smell your sourness from two miles away."

Noon, lunch break.

Yan Sen was lying in a hammock under the shade of a tree, his face covered with a tattered book, fast asleep.

A furtive figure crept over.

Zhang Lingyu held his breath, golden light flashing at his fingertips. It was a technique he had only recently mastered, silent and stealthy, perfect for lurking people.

Closer, closer.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the hem of Yan Sen's clothes.

"call--"

The person who was sleeping suddenly opened their eyes.

There wasn't a trace of sleepiness in those clear, bright eyes; they were full of mockery.

"Get out of here!"

Yan Sen grabbed Zhang Lingyu by the collar with one hand, used his waist and abdomen to throw him into the lotus pond next to him with an over-the-shoulder throw.

"Thump!"

Water splashed everywhere, startling a flock of gulls and egrets.

"Glug glug..." Zhang Lingyu popped her head out of the water, a lotus leaf on her head, looking utterly hopeless.

In contrast, Lu Lin appeared much more "respectable".

This young master of the Lu family couldn't bring himself to do something as low-class as a sneak attack, so he chose the most straightforward way—a direct confrontation.

Every afternoon at two o'clock, I would appear in the orchard on time, get into position, activate the Reverse Life Triple, and then rush forward.

Then, Yan Sen slapped away the reversal of life, bringing it back to its original form.

"Bang!"

Another defeat that was never going to happen.

Lu Lin clutched her chest and got up from the ground.

His reverse regeneration state can now be maintained for more than eight minutes, up from the initial five minutes.

Moreover, the feeling of weakness after being broken up and reborn is gradually lessening.

"Strange..." Lu Lin looked at her hands, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes, "Even though the Reverse Life Force was broken, why... do I feel that the Qi in my body is flowing more and more smoothly?"

Over the past few days, not only Lu Lin, but even Zhang Lingyu, who was constantly being ambushed and thrown around, noticed something was wrong.

His golden light spell became even more solid.

Previously, although his golden light flowed freely, it was easily dissipated when subjected to strong attacks.

Now, the process of being crushed, shattered, and reassembled by Yan Sen time and time again with gravity has given his golden light an unprecedented resilience.

Is this... the benefit of being beaten?

Two proud geniuses, for the first time, developed a strange longing for "masochism".

……

It was another sunny afternoon.

The secret base of Yan Sen was filled with an enticing aroma of meat.

A simple folding table is set up under the grape trellis, and it is filled with all kinds of braised dishes except beef: braised pork, pig ears, duck necks, and two golden-brown, glistening roasted chickens in the center.

A row of chilled Cokes was neatly stacked next to it.

This is a "tribute" that Lu Lin specially asked someone to go down the mountain to buy.

"So that's why you didn't come to see me yesterday. After all that trouble, this is what you're asking me?"

With half a chicken wing in his mouth, Yan Sen's hands were also busy. He deftly tore off two large chicken legs and handed them to Chen Duo and Lu Linglong, who were sitting to the side watching eagerly.

"Here you are, Duo'er, Linglong."

Chen Duo took the chicken leg, obediently said "Thank you, Brother Sen," and then began to nibble on it in small bites.

Lu Linglong, on the other hand, didn't hold back at all, grabbing a big bite and eating it with her mouth full of oil.

Yan Sen wiped his hands, looked at Lu Lin sitting opposite him with a serious expression, and felt a little amused and exasperated.

"Please enlighten me, Brother Yan."

Lu Lin stood up, solemnly clasped her hands in a fist salute, and performed a very formal disciple's greeting.

Beside him, Zhang Lingyu, though still bearing several bruises on his face, was casually eating a piece of braised tofu, but his ears were already perked up like antennas, clearly waiting for an answer.

He also wanted to know why his strength was improving despite getting beaten up every day.

"It's actually very simple." Yan Sen poured himself a glass of cola, looking at the bubbling black liquid, his tone casual.

"Do you really think I'm just eating the fruit in this garden for free?"

Yan Sen pointed to the bunch of crystal-clear grapes above his head.

"These fruits have been nourished by my feng shui arrangement for a year, absorbing the essence of this small area. Each one is a great tonic. Eating them will naturally activate and increase the innate qi within your bodies."

"But that's not the most important thing."

Yan Sen put down his cup and dropped his nonchalant demeanor.

He looked at Lu Lin, his eyes becoming somewhat serious.

"You two have been living too comfortably before."

"Comfortable?" Lu Lin was taken aback, somewhat puzzled. "When I was at home, I trained rigorously in the coldest and hottest winters and summers, often seeking guidance and exchanging skills with the elders of the clan. I never slacked off for a single day. How can you say I was comfortable?"

"You said it yourself, that's your elder."

Yan Sen chuckled, took a bite of the chicken wing, and crunched the bone as he chewed it.

"When your elders spar with you, it's called 'training.' They're afraid of hurting you, and even more afraid of ruining your potential if they accidentally hurt you. So, they hold back three-tenths of their strength in every move. Your mind is very clear. No matter how they fight, you won't die, and you won't even suffer serious injuries."

"Without the fear of death and pain, your body will not be pushed to its limits, and your Qi will not undergo a qualitative change in that mysterious line."

Yan Sen downed his cola in one gulp, and the loud burp sprayed directly onto Zhang Lingyu's face.

Zhang Lingyu retreated slightly in disgust, but this time she didn't curse; instead, she seemed lost in thought.

"The same applies to Xiaoyu," Yan Sen pointed at Zhang Lingyu. "When you're on the mountain, which of your fellow disciples would really beat you up? Even when the Grand Master punishes you, he won't kill you."

"You are like flowers grown in a greenhouse. You look beautiful and have a sleek appearance. But you haven't experienced wind and rain, so your roots aren't deep."

Yan Sen stood up, walked between the two, and held up two fingers.

"But I'm different from them."

"When I beat you up, I really meant it. When I slapped you, I meant to make you feel pain and fear. Of course, I knew my limits; no one would die, but the oppressive feeling of being crushed was real."

"This is—a sense of crisis."

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the grape trellis, casting dappled patterns on Yan Sen's face, making his expression appear somewhat ambiguous.

"In this world of extraordinary people, simply practicing martial arts is useless."

Yan Sen patted Lu Lin on the shoulder and then looked at Zhang Lingyu.

"What you lack is neither cultivation nor talent."

"What you lack is experience in fighting for your lives."