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

The night wind, carrying the unique scent of decaying vegetation found in the mountains, swept through this secluded mountain hollow.

In the center of the white wax, the figure sitting cross-legged slowly opened its eyes.

Those were cloudy, dark yellow eyes, with somewhat unfocused pupils, yet they exuded an unsettling aura of death.

"His aura is mixed and his foundation is unstable; his mind is like a candle flickering in the wind."

Zhang Lingyu stood a few meters away, his body surrounded by golden light that flowed like ripples on water, his brows tightly furrowed.

Even if he is not a top expert in the world of supernatural beings now, he has a broad perspective because he grew up in Longhu Mountain and was influenced by the old master and his fellow disciples.

The person in front of me, although he was filled with a frighteningly heavy resentment, had a kind of fragility that was like an inflated pig bladder, which looked big but could burst at the slightest touch.

"No wonder he would seek out such heinous and immoral practices." Zhang Lingyu's voice was cold and tinged with disdain.

"Jade."

From the treetops overhead came Yan Sen's lazy voice, accompanied by the crisp sound of biting into an apple.

"Hmm?" Zhang Lingyu responded subconsciously.

"Turn back."

Those two simple words sent chills down Zhang Lingyu's spine.

Without any hesitation, before the brain even had time to process the instruction, the body had already reacted instinctively.

"Buzz—!"

The golden light mantra that was originally covering the body surface suddenly expanded, like an inflated balloon, and its thickness increased more than three times in an instant.

This is muscle memory he gained over the years from suffering countless losses at the hands of that bastard Yan Sen.

"clang!"

A sharp, metallic clang resounded through the silent mountain forest.

Zhang Lingyu felt a sudden jolt of golden light behind him, as a sharp and insidious force tried to penetrate his defenses.

He turned around abruptly.

The sinister-looking man who had been sitting cross-legged just moments before had somehow appeared behind him like a ghost.

The man held a jet-black wooden sword, its blade covered in twisted and eerie runes, which he pressed firmly against Zhang Lingyu's golden light, the tip of the sword no more than an inch from his back.

Unfortunately, the golden light was as tough as a copper wall and an iron wall, and the wooden sword, though malevolent, could not penetrate it even a fraction of an inch.

"Wow, it's so hard."

If the first strike misses, the man doesn't pursue the matter further.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body hunched over as he rapidly retreated, his movements as agile as a clever old monkey, instantly creating a distance of seven or eight meters.

He landed on a tree trunk not far away, tilted his head, and looked Zhang Lingyu up and down with his cloudy eyes. He grinned in an exaggerated arc, revealing a set of uneven, yellow teeth.

"As expected of a shameless scoundrel, his sneak attack methods are quite impressive."

Zhang Lingyu turned around, her face as cold as frost.

If Yan Sen hadn't reminded him just now, or if he had reacted a beat too slow, he would probably have been pierced through by that deathly wooden sword by now.

"Hmm? Hahaha—"

Upon hearing Zhang Lingyu's words, the man was first taken aback, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. He clutched his stomach and laughed so hard that he almost fell off the tree.

"Interesting, very interesting."

The man looked at Zhang Lingyu with the eyes one would give a rare animal, even sticking out his scarlet tongue to lick his lips: "Two little brats who haven't even grown their hair yet, quite amusing. Where did you learn those words? I don't think I've done anything shameless."

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. A hunter uses every means at his disposal—traps, poisons—to hunt. What is a sneak attack compared to killing you?"

The man spread his hands, looking completely matter-of-fact: "That's called adult wisdom, don't you understand, little kid?"

"Utterly absurd."

Zhang Lingyu was too lazy to waste words on this kind of person.

Yan Sen once taught him: If the enemy has the ability to strike, they will strike directly without hesitation. If they do speak without thinking, there must be a reason!

They're usually stalling for time or holding back a big move. In these situations, the best response is—to slap them across the face!

"boom!"

Zhang Lingyu exerted force with his feet, and the ground instantly cracked.

He was enveloped in dazzling golden light and charged forward without saying a word.

"Hey, hey, hey? You kid, why are you being so unreasonable?"

The man clearly hadn't expected this handsome young Taoist priest to have such a volatile temper, attacking without warning.

He only had time to raise his wooden sword horizontally to parry.

"Bang!"

The fist, enveloped in golden light, slammed heavily onto the wooden sword.

The man felt an immense force strike him, making his hands go numb. He was blasted off the tree trunk, tumbling several times in the air before landing unsteadily, taking several steps back.

"Cough cough... Holy crap... He's pretty strong."

The man shook his slightly numb wrist, and a hint of seriousness finally appeared in his eyes.

"You monster, did you ever reason with ordinary people when you killed them for their brains?!"

Zhang Lingyu gave him no chance to catch his breath.

He let out a low shout, and the originally thick golden light changed at that moment. The originally dull light, under his control, became extremely sharp, clinging to his sleeves and arms.

A simple transformation of golden light.

"laugh--"

Zhang Lingyu used a cloud sleeve technique, the golden light as sharp as a knife, sweeping across with a piercing whistling sound.

The man's pupils contracted, and he leaned back desperately.

A sharp golden light grazed the tip of his nose, narrowly avoiding it, but leaving a long, bloody mark on his sinister face.

Fresh blood seeped out instantly and slid down his cheek.

"Tsk, you're disfigured now."

The man stretched out his finger, wiped the blood off his face, put it in his mouth and sucked on it. Instead of feeling pain, he showed a look of enjoyment.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The wound on his face, where the skin and flesh had been torn apart, began to writhe and granulation at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just two or three breaths, the bleeding stopped, a scab formed, and it slowly healed, leaving only a faint white mark.

"Of course I'm being reasonable."

Looking at Zhang Lingyu's shocked expression, the man revealed a hint of smugness, seemingly proud of his twisted logic.

"Although my cultivation method emphasizes the selection of one's zodiac sign and has strict requirements, I am also very fair."

He pulled out a handful of blood-stained notes from his pocket and waved them in front of Zhang Lingyu.

"Do you know how many people in a city as big as Guangzhou share the same zodiac sign? It's more than tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands!"

"I didn't kill people randomly. I wrote their names and birth dates on pieces of paper one by one, placed them in front of the altar, and then drew lots to select them!"

The man grew increasingly excited as he spoke, his eyes burning with a fanatical madness: "Those I've chosen, that's destiny! It's their fate! They should feel honored to become stepping stones on my path to immortality; it's a blessing they've accumulated over many lifetimes! They can't blame me!"

"shut up!"

Zhang Lingyu felt a surge of anger rush to the top of his head, and he was so angry that his whole body was trembling.

To call the indiscriminate killing of innocent people the will of Heaven? To call cruel acts of violence justice?

This guy is no longer human; he's clearly a demon in human skin!

"No one has the right to decide another person's life or death, unless that person is a damned beast like you!"

Zhang Lingyu roared, and his attacks became even more ferocious.

His golden light no longer held back, transforming into various sharp blade shapes, each strike aimed directly at the man's joints, throat, dantian, and other vital points. Clearly, he was truly enraged and wanted to cripple him outright.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The man's wooden sword flew through the air. Although he looked disheveled, his swordsmanship was extremely strange and cunning. Every time, he was able to neutralize Zhang Lingyu's attacks at the last second.

He didn't care at all about Zhang Lingyu calling him a beast, and even had the leisure to continue spouting his fallacies and heresies.

"A beast? Ha!"

As he parried, the man sneered, "Humans proclaim themselves the pinnacle of creation, yet they fail to realize that before nature, they are but ants!"

"Look at these mountains and forests, wild beasts eat sheep, sheep eat grass, how common is cannibalism in nature? In the end, it all comes down to just two words—'survival'!"

"Survival of the fittest, the weak become food—this is an ironclad law! This is the law of nature!"

The man suddenly deflected Zhang Lingyu's attack with his sword, used the momentum to leap onto a boulder, and looked down at Zhang Lingyu with arrogance and contempt in his eyes.

"The weak are prey to the strong! There is no inherent good or evil in this world, only the difference between the strong and the weak!"

"I am stronger than them, therefore I eat them! Just as you are stronger than me, you can also kill me! This is the way! This is the truth!"

"You fool, bound by worldly morality, dare to judge me with your shallow understanding? How laughable!"

The wind stopped.

A deathly silence fell over the mountains and forests.

Zhang Lingyu stopped what he was doing.

He stood there, head slightly bowed, his long white hair obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

Only the golden light that had been surging around him was gradually receding and dissipating.

"What? You're speechless?"

Seeing this, the man assumed Zhang Lingyu had been persuaded or discouraged by his "Great Dao," and his smile grew even more arrogant: "Little brat, you seem to have good aptitude. What's your zodiac sign?"

"you're right."

Zhang Lingyu suddenly spoke, interrupting him.

His voice was soft and flat, devoid of the anger from before, instead carrying a chilling stillness.

"The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is indeed a natural law."

Zhang Lingyu slowly raised her head.

Those once clear eyes now held no emotion whatsoever, only icy coldness.

He looked at the man as if he were looking at a piece of meat.

I didn't actually mean to judge you.

Zhang Lingyu slowly raised her right hand, palm facing up, fingers slightly bent.

"I simply... feel that someone like you doesn't deserve to live in this world. Since you believe in the survival of the fittest..."

"Then to me, you are a piece of meat."

"I'm going to cripple you today."

The moment the words fell.

The golden light that had covered his body had completely disappeared.

Instead, a restless, violent, and destructive white arc of electricity began to leap and surge in his palm.

"Crackling and popping—"

The blinding flash of lightning illuminated the dim forest, making Zhang Lingyu's incomparably handsome face appear as if a thunder god had descended to earth.

"Sizzle sizzle—"

The terrifying crackling of electricity made the surrounding air feel scorching.

On the branches of a tree.

Yan Sen, who had been silently munching on his apple and watching the show without saying a word, suddenly stopped eating when he saw that blinding flash of lightning.

His azure-gold eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at the white figure bathed in lightning, a playful smile curving his lips.

"The heart fire guides the Qi of the lungs..."

Yan Sen casually tossed away the leftover fruit pit, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes, along with a sense of relief after being "backstabbed."

"You actually managed to master the Five Thunder Orthodox Method—the Crimson Palace Thunder—which is extremely powerful and yang."

"You were holding back when you sparred with me the other day, preferring to get beaten up rather than use your skills. Turns out you were waiting for this."

Yan Sen chuckled and shifted to a more comfortable position, leaning against the tree trunk.

"Trying to trick me, huh? Hmph, well done, Little Jade, you've really got guts."