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

A black Audi A6 drove along a bustling main road in Guangzhou, with typical southern urban scenery outside the window: towering buildings and shady banyan trees.

The air conditioning in the car was on full blast, but Zhang Lingyu's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. He sat upright as if he were attending a morning class, with his hands neatly placed on his knees, but his eyes were darting nervously to the side.

"Xiaoyu, don't look so down. I haven't looked down yet."

Yan Sen was fiddling with his Nokia phone, even casually playing Snake, without even lifting his eyelids.

"I told you those people weren't any good, but you wouldn't believe me. You just had to let your 'compassion' run wild."

"But...but what if they really are? I saw that child crying so pitifully, an innocent person being bullied. As a disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, how can I just stand by and do nothing?"

Zhang Lingyu's tone was somewhat weak, and her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, the last few words almost muffled in her mouth.

He was also suffering inside.

On their journey south, Yan Sen acted like a wicked stepmother taking her child out to see the world, deliberately choosing to wander into all sorts of chaotic places.

Train stations, urban villages, midnight bars, and alleyways.

Zhang Lingyu had never seen anything like this before. In his simple worldview, black was black and white was white.

Reality gave him a resounding slap in the face—not only can black and white be mixed together, but they can also be multicolored.

"Tell me, how many times has this happened since we came down from the mountain?" Yan Sen's finger stopped, and the snake on the screen crashed into the wall and died.

He turned his head and glanced sideways at Lingyu Zhenren, whom he had nicknamed "Longhu Mountain's Great Treasure".

"Uh... the fourth time...?" Zhang Lingyu tentatively gave a number.

"We'll talk about it later!" Yan Sen raised an eyebrow.

"This is the seventh time."

Zhang Lingyu shrank back, her confidence completely gone, like a primary school student caught doing something wrong by her parents.

"I let it go the first few times. Those scammers are just ordinary people with no real skills; they can only swindle money. Although I, your brother Yan, am not exactly wealthy, I'll consider it an act of charity, taking into account their individual hardships."

Yan Sen poked Zhang Lingyu's forehead in exasperation, making the high-ranking Taoist priest sway back and forth.

"But this time? We've encountered someone with supernatural abilities who can use psychological suggestion, and it's innate! They're experts at 'flower trapping,' and you, not only did you fall for their tricks, you even tried to get me in too?"

Yan Sen got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and threw his phone onto the cushion.

"I didn't say you couldn't do what's right, but you should at least consider your methods! Human traffickers deserve to be dealt with, even killed wouldn't be too much! But this is Guangzhou, not the back of Longhu Mountain! We have connections, I suggested calling someone from the company to handle it, or just calling the police, but you wouldn't do it!"

"You insisted on some kind of sneak infiltration, trying to rescue someone all by yourself. Didn't expect that, did you? Their hideout is full of surveillance cameras, and they even have modified homemade shotguns! If I hadn't reacted quickly, you'd probably be sold abroad to do hard labor by now! At that point, forget about being a high-ranking master from the Celestial Master's Mansion, nobody would be of any use. One stab of the Closing Yuan Needle and you wouldn't even be able to keep your underwear!"

Yan Sen scolded Zhang Lingyu irritably, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, so he raised his hand and gave Zhang Lingyu a flick on the forehead.

"Thump!"

Crisp and pleasant to the ear.

Zhang Lingyu covered her forehead, wincing in pain, but dared not flinch. She could only weakly defend herself, "I know I was wrong this time..."

"And the second half of your sentence? You dare to do it again next time! You wait, I've remembered this. I'll definitely tell the Grand Tutor later! I'll let him know that his most prized disciple was almost sold to Africa to mine coal!"

Yan Sen feigned anger and threatened him fiercely.

"No! Yan... Brother Yan!"

Upon hearing that the old Celestial Master was to be told, Zhang Lingyu panicked and grabbed Yan Sen's sleeve, his usually aloof and handsome face now plastered with a fawning smile.

"Please don't tell Master! I really know I was wrong. What if Master finds out and kicks me out? Next time... next time I'll definitely be more careful! I'll follow orders completely! If you say east, I'll never go west!"

He's now completely under Yan Sen's thumb.

Putting everything else aside, at least he would never have said "Brother Yan" when we were on the mountain, but now he managed to say it after being forced to.

This is probably what they mean by... having your edges smoothed out by life?

"Ring ring—"

Yan Sen's phone rang, breaking the one-sided denunciation meeting against Zhang Lingyu inside the car.

He took it out and saw the caller ID: Hua Nan Shen Xu Zhen Jun (a pseudonym).

"Hello, Uncle Liao, what did President Zhao say?" Yan Sen answered the phone, his tone instantly switching to the obedient and familiar manner he would use when speaking to an elder.

"You've got some nerve, kid!"

On the other end of the phone, Liao Zhong's loud voice made the receiver buzz, and the sound of turning over documents could be heard in the background.

"What were you thinking? You actually wanted to use a company mission to train the Old Master's disciple? What kind of spell did you cast on Chairman Zhao? He actually agreed! Hey, that's fucking wicked!"

Liao Zhong clicked his tongue in amazement.

Although Nadutong Company has an official background, it has always maintained an attitude of "supervision and cooperation in parallel, but with clear boundaries" towards various factions of supernatural beings.

Especially for a behemoth like the Celestial Master's Mansion, the company would not easily allow its core disciples to get involved in internal affairs, lest they become entangled in complicated matters.

So Yan Sen made a phone call and directly brought Zhang Lingyu in? That's quite a slick move.

"Hey, what's the big deal?"

Yan Sen leaned back, crossed his legs, and said with a chuckle.

"We're just involved in some minor security matters, not major strategic decisions at the company level. Uncle Liao, I didn't use any special methods. Dealing with President Zhao is all about sincerity. Don't demonize leaders too much; President Zhao is quite humane in many ways."

"Give me a break! All you do is try to fool me. That's my boss, don't you think I don't know him?"

Liao Zhong laughed and scolded, "You don't even work at the company, but I've heard about your reputation as the 'social butterfly of the supernatural world' all over Guangzhou. The other day when I went to a meeting, Gao Lian from Northeast China was asking me about you."

"Heh, I don't even need to think about it, it must have been that gossipy Xu Laosi who spread it. Next time I see him, I'll sew his mouth shut!"

Yan Sen rolled his eyes. Xu Si's mouth was looser than an old lady's cotton trouser waistband.

"Alright, Uncle Liao, enough with the nonsense. What are the company's arrangements? When will we start working? Even though this is voluntary work, shouldn't we at least get some kind of identification? Otherwise, we'll be considered illegal law enforcement in the future."

"What kind of job are you? You're just an unofficial employee with no salary or law enforcement authority! What kind of credentials do you need? As for Zhang Lingyu... he's your assistant."

"I'm almost at work. Didn't Xiao Zheng pick you two up? Come straight to my office. There's a job that's perfect for this 'fresh-faced' newbie."

Beep...beep...

The phone hangs up.

Yan Sen put away his phone and turned to look at Zhang Lingyu, who looked anxious.

"Yan Sen, are you sure you can do it? I..." Zhang Lingyu hesitated, her eyes filled with both nervousness about the unknown mission and a desire to prove herself. "Can I really be of help?"

After these few days of setbacks, he's really starting to lose confidence.

"It's okay, don't worry."

Yan Sen patted him on the shoulder, his tone becoming meaningful: "You may not be the sharpest brain, and you might not be quick to grasp things, but you're certainly nimble-fisted. Did you learn the Golden Light Mantra for nothing?"

"From now on, let's have a clear division of labor. I'll do the thinking, and you do the work. I'll handle the talking, and you'll do the physical work. If you can't manage it, then I'll step in."

Yan Sen squinted, looked Zhang Lingyu up and down, and a wicked smile crept onto his lips.

"Exposing yourself to more society won't do you any harm. It can also help clear out the rubbish in your head. If a person who is supposed to be spiritual can't even be 'sincere' to themselves, I really don't know how they've managed to get to where they are now."

"I...I'm not being honest with myself..." Zhang Lingyu murmured to himself, lost in thought.