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

For the next two weeks or so, the back of Longhu Mountain became incredibly lively.

If the back mountain was a peaceful and blessed place for spiritual practice before, it has become a chaotic mess ever since Yan Sen led this group of "problem children" to make their debut.

Yan Sen made full use of his advantage as a "local expert," leading his men to roam the mountains, specifically targeting those hidden nooks and crannies that only feng shui masters could find.

"Wow! It really floated up!"

In a secluded mountain valley, Lu Linglong looked at the small handkerchief in her hand with surprise.

This is a natural "wind cave" where the airflow underground is compressed by the rock layers, forming a stable and continuous upward breeze.

Chen Duo imitated Lu Linglong and tentatively threw a leaf into the center of the airflow.

The leaf didn't fall to the ground; instead, it swirled in the air, hovering as if it were alive.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she turned to look at Yan Sen. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes were full of "fun".

"Play! Play as much as you want!" Yan Sen waved his hand. "No one is allowed to practice martial arts today. Anyone who does is a little dog!"

Of course, victims are always indispensable.

For example, there was a certain Lingyu Zhenren who was determined to uphold the dignity of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"Yan Sen! You bastard! This isn't an ordinary bee! What kind of bee is this?!"

On the hillside, Zhang Lingyu's body shone with golden light. The golden light spell he usually used to defend against weapons was now activated at its maximum power to block the swarm of black bees behind him, each one the size of a thumb.

He was still clutching a honeycomb dripping with honey in his arms, which Yan Sen had just tricked him into picking with a straight face, saying it was to make honey water for the two little girls.

The results of it?

Yan Sen was crouching in the grass some distance away, a pebble in his hand, grinning mischievously as he called out to him, "Little Yu! Run faster! Strike a cool pose! I'm taking a picture of you!"

"Whoosh—"

The pebble shot through the air and struck Zhang Lingyu's ankle precisely.

"Thump!"

"Oh my god!"

Zhang Lingyu, who was running at high speed, stumbled. Although he didn't fall flat on his face thanks to his profound cultivation, he was still quite embarrassed.

The fleeting golden light allowed two poisonous bees to seize the opportunity and sting him twice on his smooth forehead.

"Yan-sen!!!"

The angry roar startled a flock of birds in the forest.

Of course, our Lingyu Zhenren has also considered rebelling.

On a dark and windy night, while Yan Sen was out catching fish in the river, Zhang Lingyu attempted to team up with Lu Lin to launch a sneak attack. Their plan was to steal Yan Sen's clothes and hang them on a treetop, so that he would also experience the pain of running naked.

As a result, Lu Lin, the honest girl, refused righteously: "Master Lingyu, this...this is not the behavior of a gentleman."

Isolated and helpless, Zhang Lingyu had no choice but to take matters into her own hands.

The outcome is obvious.

That evening, Yan Sen, dressed neatly, sat by the fire grilling fish, while Zhang Lingyu...

He was hanging upside down from a tree branch by a specially made golden rope, swaying in the wind like a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll), with a look of utter despair on his face.

"Yu, you know, if you want to see my physique, just say so. It's not like I won't let you," Yan Sen said earnestly while brushing sauce onto the grilled fish. "If the Grand Tutor finds out about these sneaky little tricks, wouldn't he be overjoyed?"

"Put me down..." Zhang Lingyu gritted his teeth, his handsome face flushed red like a tomato from the rush of blood to his head. "That fish is going to burn!"

"Hey, I'm actually quite hungry."

Yan Sen laughed and casually snapped the rope with a flick of his finger.

Zhang Lingyu performed a graceful somersault in the air and landed steadily. Without any hesitation, she snatched the sizzling, oily fish skewer from Yan Sen's hand and took a big bite.

"Is it tasty?"

"Hmph... It's too salty."

The campfire crackled, illuminating several young faces.

Lu Linglong and Chen Duo huddled together sharing a roasted sweet potato, laughing carefree; Lu Lin sat upright, but held a roasted corn cob in her hand, her mouth covered in black ash; Zhang Lingyu and Yan Sen were still bickering over who ate the last chicken wing.

As the argument raged on, Chen Duo, who had been listening quietly the whole time, suddenly lowered her head and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Yan Sen was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask what was wrong.

"Hey......"

A very soft, faint, yet genuine laugh escaped from Chen Duo's throat.

It wasn't a polite smile, nor was it a fake smile that imitated others.

That was laughter that came from the heart, a natural expression of joy.

Yan Sen paused for half a second, then his lips curled into a wild smile as he burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! Little Yu, look at the way you're eating! You're making Duo'er laugh!"

"That's because they're laughing at your looks!" Zhang Lingyu retorted.

Laughter, like a contagious virus, instantly ignited the entire riverbank.

At this moment, there were no high-ranking officials from the Celestial Master's Mansion, no young master of the Lu family, and no Gu-body Saint Child or Earth-walking Master successor.

There was only a group of teenagers squandering their youth under the starry sky.

......

Of course, happy times are always accompanied by a “painful” price.

Every seven days, Yan Sen would transform into the ruthless "agent of Heaven's Way," dragging Zhang Lingyu and Lu Lin back to the cave and using "Heaven's Hatred and Earth's Abandonment" to torture them to the point of near death.

In Yan Sen's words, "I'm doing this all for your own good!"

Under this grueling training, their progress was clearly visible.

Lu Lin's Reverse Life Triple Transformation became increasingly clear, even faintly touching the threshold of "transforming flesh and blood into Qi"; Zhang Lingyu's Golden Light Mantra shed its original extravagance, becoming more agile and solid, with an added touch of mysterious charm.

Time flies like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

In this world, whether you are an extraordinary person or an ordinary person, you cannot escape the ultimate boss called "Back to School".

The atmosphere of parting was heavy in front of the mountain gate.

Several black cars with Beijing license plates were already parked on the side of the road; they were there to pick up the Lu siblings.

"Dor..."

Lu Linglong held Chen Duo's hand, her pink hair drooping slightly, and her eyes were red.

This past month has probably been the most carefree and happiest month of her life.

"This is my phone number and QQ number." Lu Linglong stuffed a small piece of paper covered in writing into Chen Duo's hand, then hugged her reluctantly. "Remember to think of me when you get back! Be sure to call me! Let's meet up again during winter break!"

Chen Duo gripped the note tightly and nodded vigorously.

She looked at Lu Linglong, whose small face, which had been expressionless before, was now filled with seriousness.

"Linglong..." Chen Duo's voice was soft and sweet, "After you go back... you must study hard."

"Huh?" Lu Linglong was taken aback.

"Dad Liao said that if I don't do well in school, I'll have to repeat a year," Chen Duo said seriously. "I want to go to the same university as you. If you don't do well and have to repeat a year... then I won't be able to be with you anymore."

Lu Linglong: "..."

The melancholy I had just been building up vanished instantly upon hearing this blunt truth.

She scratched her head awkwardly, her tuft of hair swaying with the movement. "Ahem... um, Duo'er, don't worry! I'll definitely try my best! If all else fails... I'll just ask my great-grandfather to donate two buildings to the principal!"

On the other side, Lu Lin walked up to Yan Sen.

This young master of the Lu family had long since lost the restraint he had when he first arrived; instead, he possessed a composure honed through trials and tribulations.

He looked at Yan Sen with a complicated expression.

There was gratitude, admiration, and also a hint of... regret for not being able to defeat Yan Sen.

"Brother Yan."

Lu Lin took a deep breath, clasped her hands together, and performed an extremely solemn salute.

"I won't say anything more, it would seem pretentious. I've benefited greatly from this past month, and I'll remember that kindness."

Lu Lin raised her head, her gaze intense: "The future is long, and we will meet again someday. Leaving aside the Lu family, let me, Lu Lin, speak for myself! If Brother Yan has any needs, as long as it doesn't violate morality, I, Lu Lin, will certainly do my utmost to help!"

These words carry considerable weight.

This means an unreserved promise from someone born into the Lu family, who will at least become a top-tier expert in the future.

"Alright." Yan Sen accepted the greeting without ceremony, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"My efforts weren't in vain; I'm very satisfied with your 'reward.' Remember, if I need to call in more players in the future, don't pretend you didn't know."

"Absolutely impossible!" Lu Lin said firmly.

After seeing Lu Linglong and Lu Lin off, the convoy slowly drove away, raising a cloud of dust.

Yan Sen and Chen Duo stood there, watching the convoy disappear into the distance. The smiles on their faces gradually faded, replaced by a faint sense of melancholy.

After the excitement ends, it always feels a bit deserted.

"There's one more thing..."

Lu Lin's voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

Just before leaving, Lu Lin seemed to ask, "Where's Master Lingyu? I haven't seen him. I haven't said goodbye to him yet."

What was Yan Sen's reply back then?

Oh, right.

He shrugged and gave a sly smile: "Him? He's with my grandmaster. I guess... he won't be out anytime soon."

......

At this very moment, in the quiet room of the backyard of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Zhang Lingyu knelt on the prayer mat, his head bowed, almost buried in his chest. His body trembled slightly, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead onto the blue brick floor, leaving a small, dark stain.

Just now, his master, the old Celestial Master who was strict but caring towards him, spoke a sentence in an extremely calm tone that made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Lingyu, starting tomorrow, you no longer need to come to morning classes."

These words were like a bolt from the blue for Zhang Lingyu, who grew up in the mountains and regarded spiritual practice as his life.

No more morning classes?

What does this mean?

Is this... a way to expel him from the sect?!

"Master!"

Zhang Lingyu suddenly raised his head, his handsome face filled with terror and despair, and his eyes instantly reddened.

"Disciple...disciple knows he was wrong! Disciple knows that he has been fooling around with Yan Sen during this time, which has disturbed his Dao heart and neglected his cultivation...but disciple has truly not forgotten Master's teachings!"

Zhang Lingyu crawled forward two steps on her knees, grabbed Zhang Zhiwei's leg, and cried so hard that she was practically "a pear blossom in the rain."

"Punish me as you please! Kneeling under the incense, facing the wall, even striking me with lightning... just don't send me away! Don't give up on me, Master! I'll change! I promise I'll change!"

Sitting in the armchair, Zhang Zhiwei held a teacup in his hand, looking at his apprentice who was crying with snot and tears streaming down his face, his eyes twitching wildly.

His usually placid old face was now filled with speechlessness and...disdain.

"well......"

A long sigh escaped from the old master's mouth.

Although he had long known that his apprentice was a blockhead and a simpleton, he never expected him to be this stupid.

This brain circuitry is so bizarre it's a real headache.

"Hold your pee back!"

Zhang Zhiwei kicked Zhang Lingyu away in annoyance, put down his teacup, and rubbed his temples.

"How old are you? Crying and whining all the time, what kind of behavior is that!"

"Master...Master?" Zhang Lingyu was stunned by the kick, tears streaming down her face as she stared blankly at the Celestial Master.

"What I mean is..."

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to slap his foolish apprentice, and said, word by word:

"You don't need to have morning classes tomorrow because you're given a day off! You can pack your things!"

"Pack... things?" Zhang Lingyu was even more confused. Did that mean they still didn't want him?

"Yes! Pack your things!"

Zhang Zhiwei pointed to the door, his tone carrying a hint of impatience mixed with a barely perceptible expectation.

"You blockhead, you're practically moldy up here on the mountain! It's time to go somewhere else and torment someone else!"

"Starting the day after tomorrow, you're getting off this mountain! You're going to follow Xiao Yansen and see the outside world!"

"Huh?!" Zhang Lingyu was completely petrified.

"What?! This is Master's order!"

Zhang Zhiwei glared at him, then seemed to remember something, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

"Remember this: after we get down the mountain, do whatever that little rascal tells you. If I find out you're putting on airs or disobeying orders..."

The old celestial master narrowed his eyes and said in a chilling tone:

"You're going to stay out there for the rest of your life and never come back!"

Zhang Lingyu knelt on the ground, her head buzzing.

Go down the mountain with Yan Sen...?

And... do you have to listen to him in everything?

Recalling the fear of being dominated by Yan Sen over the past month, Zhang Lingyu suddenly felt that the originally bright future before her eyes had instantly turned into darkness.

"It's over..."

Zhang Lingyu's vision went black, and only one thought remained in his mind:

Is my life going to end up in that bastard's hands?