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

Lu Lin gritted her teeth, cold sweat pouring down her forehead like rain.

He desperately tried to circulate his reversal of life energy, attempting to transform his body into primordial Qi as much as possible to escape this oppression.

But it's no use.

He had a feeling that even if he had cultivated the Reverse Life Technique to the legendary third level and completely transformed his entire body into Qi, it would be useless.

Because the Qi of heaven and earth cannot tolerate him!

Just as he was about to suffocate, he subconsciously raised his head and looked upwards.

This sight almost caused his heart to stop.

Above the dimly lit cave ceiling, a gigantic eye had appeared out of nowhere.

It didn't seem like a hallucination; it was more like a concrete projection of some kind of spiritual realm.

That eye occupied the entire dome, its pupil displaying an eerie blue-gold hue. It had no whites, no emotions, only a lofty, almost "heavenly" indifference.

Lu Lin knew that it was Yan Sen.

Or perhaps it is Yan Sen after he has become one with this world.

He just stared quietly at Lu Lin and Zhang Lingyu below, like a mischievous child observing two ants in a glass bottle.

It contained no murderous intent or malice, yet it was more terrifying than any murderous intent in the world.

Because their eyes were filled with an emotion that many people strive for—to treat everyone equally.

Under those eyes, he was neither Yan Sen's friend nor his enemy; he was equal and insignificant, like the air, the water, the soil, and the grass...

The sun and moon shine upon it, without favoritism towards anything.

At that moment, Lu Lin vaguely grasped the true meaning of those words.

Before that giant eye, his proud Reverse Life Triple Realm and his years of painstaking cultivation of life force seemed as fragile as a thin sheet of paper, easily torn apart, offering him no sense of security whatsoever.

It was as if he would vanish into thin air if that eye blinked even once.

Is this... the taste of death?

On the other hand, Zhang Lingyu's condition wasn't much better than Lu Lin's.

This junior uncle, who usually paid great attention to his manners, was now trembling like a leaf.

His once-proud golden light spell trembled before this invisible "divine might," like a candle flickering in the wind.

"Don't move... You can't move..."

Zhang Lingyu chanted frantically in his mind.

His knees were pounding, his muscles were spasming, and every cell in his body was screaming for him to get out of this hellhole.

The malice he felt being targeted by the whole world reminded him of the fear he felt when he first faced a thunderstorm as a child.

That was reverence for the might of Heaven.

"Yan Sen... am I really that much worse than you...?"

Zhang Lingyu bit her lip hard, and a trickle of blood seeped out.

He was not reconciled.

They're both young people, both grew up in the mountains, so why is there such a big difference? What's the basis for such a big difference?

Why is he able to stand on the clouds and look down on himself, who can only struggle in the mud?

Some people are complete, while others are not?

Do not make jokes.

The differences between people cannot be this vast!

"I refuse to accept this!!"

Zhang Lingyu let out a roar in his heart.

Under this overwhelming pressure of despair, an unprecedented ruthlessness within him was unleashed.

You want to see me in such a sorry state? Fine, then I'll show you! You'd better watch closely!

"Buzz—"

The golden light, which had been somewhat scattered, miraculously stabilized at this moment. Not only did it stabilize, but it even became more solid and pure.

The golden light that was originally just covering the body surface was now showing signs of expanding outwards and resisting the might of heaven.

And in the corner.

Lu Linglong stuffed potato chips into her mouth while looking curiously over there.

In her eyes, Yan Sen was just sitting there quietly, without any change.

Meanwhile, his older cousin and that Lingyu Zhenren seemed to be possessed, their bodies drenched in sweat, their faces as pale as paper, and their bodies trembling incessantly.

"Duo'er, what's wrong with them?" Lu Linglong nudged Chen Duo beside her. "They don't look very comfortable."

Chen Duo shook her head, a strange light flashing in her bright green eyes.

As a Gu-body Saint Child who coexists with the Primal Gu, her perception of this "power" is much more acute than Lu Linglong's.

"They're scared," Chen Duo said softly, her tone calm. "Sen-ge... has become the master of this cave. And they're just... disobedient guests."

Lu Linglong nodded as if she understood, though she didn't quite get it, but it seemed very impressive.

Time seemed to stretch on endlessly at that moment.

For Lu Lin and Zhang Lingyu, every second was torture, every second was a struggle between life and death.

Sweat soaked his clothes, pooling into a puddle on the floor.

Just as the two were about to reach their limit and their spirits were about to collapse.

"call--"

A long exhale sounded.

It was like a taut string finally being released, or like dark clouds that had been pressing down on the sky for a long time finally dissipating.

That terrifying sense of oppression, that giant eye hanging overhead, that malice from the entire world... all vanished without a trace in that instant, like the receding tide.

"thump!"

"thump!"

Two muffled thuds.

Lu Lin and Zhang Lingyu collapsed to the ground almost simultaneously, panting heavily and greedily inhaling the hard-won fresh air.

The feeling of escaping death even made them want to cry.

"How was it? The feeling of hovering between life and death, not bad, right?"

Yan Sen's voice came through, carrying a hint of laziness and mockery.

The two of them struggled to lift their heads.

Yan Sen was still sitting on the blue stone, his chin resting on his hand, a can of cola in his hand that he was leisurely sipping. His eyes had regained their clarity and liveliness, and there was no trace of the aloofness he had displayed just moments before.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just a nightmare.

"Brother Yan... Brother Yan..." Lu Lin struggled to sit up, her voice hoarse as if she had swallowed a handful of sand, "This... this is the... method you were talking about?"

"Hmm." Yan Sen shook the can of cola in his hand. "How does it feel? Do you have that 'It's so good to be alive' feeling?"

Zhang Lingyu remained silent.

He just stared blankly at his hands.

Just as the pressure disappeared, he felt that the golden light spell within his body seemed to have undergone a subtle change.

That indescribable barrier-like thing has broken.

His golden light became more unrestrained and more resilient than before.

This was a breakthrough he had never achieved even after years of arduous training in the mountains.

"Put yourself in a desperate situation and you will survive." Yan Sen jumped off the bluestone, walked to the two of them, squatted down, and handed them two bottles of water.

"You two have good foundations and good temperaments, you just need more practice. Isn't this feeling of teetering on the brink of death much more exciting than your previous childish sparring sessions?"

Lu Lin took the water, gave a wry smile, and said, "It was indeed... too exciting, even a bit too exciting. It was so exciting that I almost thought I was going to die here."

"That's right." Yan Sen patted Lu Lin on the shoulder. "Remember this feeling. If you encounter something life-threatening after you go down the mountain, this feeling can save your lives."

"Go down the mountain?"

Zhang Lingyu keenly caught those two words. He abruptly raised his head, ignoring his exhaustion, and stared intently at Yan Sen. "You said go down the mountain? Who's going down the mountain? Am I going down the mountain too?"

Yan Sen grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth. His smile looked particularly radiant in the dim cave, and also particularly... infuriating.

"Of course it's you, bro... oh no, my dear Xiaoyu."

Yan Sen gave himself a thumbs-up, then pointed to the vast world outside the cave entrance.

"The Grand Tutor has spoken, ordering you to come with me so we can go down the mountain and have some fun."

"The time will be... after we send Duo'er back."

Zhang Lingyu was stunned.

This is absolutely devastating news!

Go down the mountain with Yan Sen?

Doesn't that mean that from now on, I'll have to live a life of constant fear and being cheated and deceived every day?

"Can...can I not go?" Zhang Lingyu asked weakly.

"What do you think?" Yan Sen raised an eyebrow. "If you dare to say 'no' to the Grand Tutor, then there's nothing more to say. I'll respect you as a man."

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

He remembered the giant burning sandalwood incense stick, silently lowered his head, unscrewed the water bottle, and took a big gulp.

This water is really bitter.

"Alright, stop looking so gloomy." Yan Sen stood up and waved his hand. "To celebrate the formation of our soon-to-be 'Down the Mountain Squad,' tonight's on me!"

"What are we eating?" Lu Linglong jumped out from the corner, looking excited.

"Lots of big steamed buns from the cafeteria!"

"cut--"

A chorus of boos erupted from the crowd, but amidst these boos, the previously somber and oppressive atmosphere finally came alive again.

Only Zhang Lingyu, watching Yan Sen's dashing figure, felt a mix of emotions.

He suddenly had a premonition.

This time, as he descends the mountain... some of the things he has upheld over the years will likely be completely overturned by this bastard.

but.

Thank you anyway.

Thank you just a little bit.