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

"Palm Thunder!"

With a soft shout, Zhang Lingyu unleashed a burst of blazing white lightning that had been brewing in his hand. Like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, it struck the hunched figure with a series of crackling explosions.

"Snap!"

A heart-stopping explosion echoed through the mountains and forests.

The man looked like a rag doll struck by a heavy hammer. His clothes were charred black and wisps of smoke were rising from them. The wounds on his face that were healing had burst open again, the flesh peeling back. Instead of bleeding, faint white arcs of electricity were constantly jumping from the wounds, making a "sizzling" burning sound.

"Cough cough... Holy crap... So fast? This is killing me, I can't dodge it..."

He coughed violently while touching his wound with his charred hand.

According to the method he practiced, such a superficial wound should have healed instantly, but the residual electric arc at the wound was like a red-hot iron pressed firmly against the flesh, preventing the regeneration of blood and flesh.

It was both painful and itchy, like lying on an anthill and being bitten by countless ants.

"Sure enough, these Five Thunderbolts are the nemesis of your sinister and ghostly aura!" Zhang Lingyu looked at the still-jumping arcs of electricity in his palm, his lips twitching slightly. He wanted to laugh, but for the sake of his image, he forcibly held it back.

Awesome! So awesome!

This feeling of being upright and aboveboard!

He declared that from now on, this Yang Five Thunder Technique would be his favorite move!

"Tsk, what a pity..." The man wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth, his tone carrying a hint of regret, but without the slightest panic of impending doom. Instead, he exuded a calm and fearless air.

"It's a pity I'm still a little short. If I wait until I've refined the last three and collected all twelve Earthly Branches before meeting you, hehe... then your lightning won't even be enough to tickle me."

After saying that, he took out a small black bundle from his bosom, his movements as gentle as if he were cradling a newborn baby.

The bundle was opened, revealing a small black wooden figure, only about an inch and a half in size. The figure was crudely carved, with indistinct features, yet it exuded an indescribable eerie charm.

Faced with Zhang Lingyu's palm lightning strike again, he neither dodged nor evaded, letting the white light hit him.

Even though he was charred black from the electric shock and convulsing uncontrollably, he remained completely still.

Instead, he tightly protected the wooden figure in his hands, muttering incantations at an extremely fast pace, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

"Liu Linglang... Liu Linglang..."

"Born by an ancient road in the wilderness, I now bestow upon you the title of divine general, to spare you from the harsh winds and frosts of the desolate land. I will offer sacrifices to you during the four seasons and eight festivals, and you will be the first to taste the fragrant soup every day..."

As he uttered what sounded like a whispered incantation, the previously lifeless little black wooden figure suddenly moved.

"call......"

"call......"

A dense, almost impenetrable black aura surged forth from the seven orifices of the small wooden figure as if it were breathing.

This black aura was different from the deathly aura emanating from the man; it was thicker and carried a strange, nauseating fragrance that mixed with the smell of human body odor and incense ash.

Zhang Lingyu frowned and unleashed another palm strike.

However, this time, the invincible Yang lightning struck into the black mist, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, only stirring up a ripple before being completely swallowed up by the black mist.

The black energy churned and writhed, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a black humanoid figure that resembled Zhang Lingyu in build but had blank facial features.

"The Twelve White Lotus Separation Technique of the White Lotus Sect, the Camphor Willow God of the Camphor Willow Sect... Big Yellow Teeth, which sect are you from? You've learned so many different things."

Yan Sen, who was sitting on a tree branch, had even thrown away the apple core. He stared at the black humanoid figure with great interest and couldn't help but ask a question.

"I have a name! My name is Qian Lang! Don't call me Big Yellow Teeth! It sounds awful!" Qian Lang retorted, somewhat annoyed, as if his tail had been stepped on. "As for my lineage? Guess! Hahahaha! Willow Goddess, go!"

Qian Lang ripped off the charred, still-unhealed patch of dead skin on his face, and blood instantly streamed down his cheek. He wiped it away fiercely with his right hand, flicking the blood into the air.

"grumble--!"

The previously quiet black humanoid figure, as if smelling blood, suddenly became agitated, catching the spray of blood in mid-air. Its previously blank face instantly split open into a gaping maw, emitting a silent roar, and lunged towards Zhang Lingyu.

"What is this thing?!"

Zhang Lingyu's pupils contracted. He could sense that the dark mass in front of him was not a pure spirit; it actually contained the tactile sensation of a physical entity.

"Boom! Boom!"

He stepped forward rapidly, his body retreating in a flash, and with a series of swift movements, several bolts of lightning struck the "Camphor Willow God" from his palms.

However, the monster's black energy was only partially dispersed. The next second, under Qian Lang's control, it reassembled, and its speed increased. It could even withstand the lightning and unleash the claws formed from the black energy.

"There are still evil things that the Five Yang Thunders can't strike?" Zhang Lingyu kept walking, his body crackling with lightning, and his breathing began to become rapid.

This was the first time he had encountered a "dirty thing" that was not completely countered by Lei Fa.

"Evil thing? Hahaha! You're still naive and bound by worldly morality, and you don't even want to admit it's evil!" Qian Lang hid behind the boulder, laughing incessantly, his hand gestures changing as he manipulated the camphor and willow god to block Zhang Lingyu's movements.

"This camphor and willow spirit was refined by the incense offerings of countless households and the life force of countless people! Its human aura is stronger than yours! Your lightning strikes are like striking thousands of ordinary people! How could you possibly move it? Hahahaha!"

Zhang Lingyu believed it. He gritted his teeth, his heart filled with horror.

Slaughtering thousands of ordinary people? This kind of heinous method is simply unheard of!

"Yu, don't listen to his nonsense. He's lying to you. This camphor and willow god doesn't have that ability."

Yan Sen's voice rang out at the opportune moment, tinged with a hint of laziness and helplessness. "That silly kid, he believes everything people say, really..."

"This camphor and willow god is passed down from the camphor and willow sect. The people of the camphor and willow sect believe that the god is caused by the soul of the dead being trapped in the statue, so they will introduce the spirit into the statue."

"Then, the soil from the thresholds of ten thousand households and the lamp oil from ten thousand households are collected and refined through a special method to give it consciousness so that it can be driven by people. Because its body contains a lot of human energy and the incense offered by the worshippers, it is no longer a purely evil object. This is also the reason why the power of the Five Thunder Orthodox Method to ward off evil cannot be effective."

As Yan Sen spoke, he gently placed his hands on the tree trunk beneath him.

A bluish-gold light flowed in his eyes, and an invisible wave traveled along the roots of the tree, instantly disappearing into the depths of the earth and connecting with the vast earth veins of Baiyun Mountain.

"You won't be able to deal with it with your half-baked Yang Five Thunder Technique. The best thing to use is Heavenly Thunder."

"Heavenly lightning?!" Zhang Lingyu narrowly dodged the sweeping attack from the Camphor Willow God with a swift, almost fatal, iron-like movement. The pungent, foul odor brushed past his nose, nearly making him vomit. "Where am I supposed to find heavenly lightning for you in the middle of the night?! I can't summon wind and rain!"

"Tsk, what's the rush?" Yan Sen scoffed, but his actions didn't stop. Under his guidance, the atmosphere of the entire valley began to undergo subtle changes.

The once peaceful night sky was suddenly covered by a thin layer of dark clouds. The air became heavy and oppressive, as if something was brewing.

"You can't, but I can." Yan Sen's lips curled into a wicked smile. "But, you know, I'm just a half-baked feng shui master. I can only 'guide' things, but I don't know any lightning magic. So... I'll have to borrow your body for a bit."

"Use my body?!" Zhang Lingyu's scalp tingled. "What do you want to do?!"

"Don't ask anymore, just do it..." Yan Sen urged. "Generate the Qi of the heart fire and lungs, don't shoot it out from your palms, but push it all to the Baihui point on the top of your head."

"What?!"

Zhang Lingyu was stunned for a moment.

How do you perform a move by going against the flow of Qi?

But given the circumstances, the camphor and willow spirit was already close in, leaving him no time to think.

In addition, the physical instincts that Yan Sen had "trained" him during this period made his body react before his brain could react the moment he heard the command.

"OK!"

Zhang Lingyu gritted his teeth and stopped releasing lightning magic. Instead, he took a deep breath and forcibly mobilized the boiling heart fire and lung metal energy in his body, rushing upwards along the Du meridian.

"Whoosh—!"

In an instant, Zhang Lingyu seemed to turn into a giant light bulb.

A blinding white light burst forth from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, shooting straight into the air several meters high. His originally jet-black hair stood on end at this moment, moving without wind, and the lightning surrounding his body no longer radiated outwards, but instead clung tightly to the surface of his skin, emitting a heart-palpitating crackling sound.

Qian Lang, watching from a distance, was stunned for a moment, then a mocking smile appeared on his face: "What's this? Trying to set yourself off like a firework? Have you lost your mind? Too bad, I don't need a fool like you. You might as well just die!"

He suddenly waved his hand, and the Camphor Willow God let out a sharp shriek, transforming into a huge black shadow that spread its arms and pounced on the glowing "light bulb" like a dark cloud covering the sky.

Yan Sen's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he stood in the tree.

"Ray is coming!"

He slammed his hand on the tree trunk, and a massive surge of earth energy flowed upwards from the roots. After being transformed by his body, it became an invisible fuse pointing straight to the sky.

At the same time, the white light that shot up from above Zhang Lingyu's head was like the most dazzling coordinate in the dark night, instantly piercing through the rain clouds above.

The sky seemed to have been torn apart.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar shook the entire Baiyun Mountain.

A bolt of blue-purple lightning, as thick as an average person's thigh and dazzlingly bright, struck down from the clouds without warning.

With its majestic power, it followed the beam of Qi above Zhang Lingyu's head and crashed straight down with an unparalleled force!

"Go to hell!!"

The mockery on Qian Lang's face froze instantly, turning into extreme terror.

This is true heavenly lightning! It represents the purest power!

"Oh no, we're doomed!!!"

He wanted to take back the camphor and willow god, but it was too late.

The lightning bolt that descended from the sky struck the camphor willow god who was lunging at Zhang Lingyu precisely and directly.

"squeak--!!!"

The willow god let out an extremely shrill scream, a mixture of male and female cries.

But under that thunderbolt, its proud "popularity" and "willpower" melted and disintegrated instantly, like snow under the scorching sun.

In just a moment.

That troublesome thing was completely blasted into nothingness, leaving not even a trace.

The remaining power of the thunder, drawn by the energy, poured fiercely into Zhang Lingyu's body below, and then... through his body, into the earth.

"boom!"

A large crater was blown open in the ground, and dust flew everywhere.

After a long while, the smoke and dust dissipated.

Because the camphor and willow god was destroyed, Qian Lang spat out a mouthful of blood several meters away, and collapsed to the ground, staring ahead in horror.

In the center of that huge pit.

Zhang Lingyu maintained his one-legged stance.

However, his once flowing long hair had now turned into a huge afro, emitting wisps of smoke.

He slowly opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of black smoke.

"Yan...Sen..."

Zhang Lingyu's voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows.

"You... call this... helping me?"

Yan Sen, who was in the tree, was already laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight. He jumped down from the tree, clapped his hands, looked at Zhang Lingyu's face, and gave her a thumbs up with utmost sincerity.

"From now on, the title of 'professional lightning rod of Longhu Mountain' belongs to you alone."

"Don't worry about the consequences, I'm just asking if it works."