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

The next morning, the sky in Guangzhou was still tinged with the pale light of dawn.

"Knock knock knock".

A dull, rhythmic knocking sounded on the door.

At this moment, Yan Sen was having a wonderful dream of being a tyrant in Longhu Mountain. In his dream, the old celestial master was serving him foot bath water. Just as he was about to put his feet in, he was awakened by the knocking on the door.

"Who is it...?"

Yan Sen, with his messy, unkempt hair that looked like he'd been struck by lightning, half-closed his eyes, wearing flip-flops, and scratching his belly, reluctantly opened the door.

Outside the door, Xiao Zizai was already dressed and ready.

He changed into a clean, dark green tracksuit, his glasses were polished to a shine, and his hands were behind his back. His refined face showed no signs of fatigue, but rather a refreshing and compassionate look as if he had just finished his morning prayers.

If Yan Sen didn't know who he was, he probably would have thought he was just a university physical education teacher who got up early for morning exercises.

"Brother Xiao? Up so early..."

Yan Sen yawned widely, and two physiological tears squeezed out from the corners of his eyes.

"It's barely dawn. You were chatting so late last night, don't you need to get some more sleep?"

"I didn't get up early; I didn't sleep at all."

Xiao Zizai adjusted his glasses, glanced over Yan Sen's shoulder into the room, but didn't go in. He simply stood in the corridor and said calmly, "Little Yan, cultivators train hard in the coldest and hottest winters. At your age, it's the time to strengthen your body and bones. Don't you get up early to practice?"

Yesterday's meal at the food stall was a great success, and Yan Sen, adhering to the principle of "whether you drive one sheep or let two sheep graze," directly led Xiao Zizai, who had nowhere to go for the time being, back to the temporary dormitory arranged by Liao Zhong.

Fortunately, it's an old house with three bedrooms and a living room, which is more than enough for three people.

"Practicing martial arts? What kind of martial arts?" Yan Sen leaned against the door frame, looking like a boneless lump of mud. "Brother Xiao, the external martial arts you practice emphasize diligence. I don't use any of those methods; I emphasize going with the flow. Nature is telling me that it's time to sleep."

Xiao Zizai's lips twitched slightly, clearly showing his lack of immunity to this fallacy. He pointed to the next room: "Miss Chen Duo got up at five o'clock and spent an hour practicing breathing exercises on the balcony. She's washing up now."

"Tsk, this girl, I knew she wouldn't grow taller."

Yan Sen pouted, muttering in dissatisfaction. He casually grabbed a bottle of water from the cabinet by the door, tilted his head back, and gulped it down. "If she doesn't sleep at such a young age, how will she grow tall? How will she grow into a curvy, sexy beauty who turns heads on the street?"

"Splash—"

The sound of running water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.

A wet little head peeked out from the crack in the door, with a clump of unrinsed white foam still on its hair, making it look like a little snowman with a snowdrift on its head.

Chen Duo blinked her big, bright green eyes and asked with a serious yet confused look, "Brother Sen, what's a 'curvy back'?"

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Xiao Zizai coughed twice, then quickly turned around, pretending to admire the graffiti on the wall that had been drawn by some previous homeowner's child, his shoulders shrugging slightly.

Yan Sen also choked on some water, his face flushed red, and he quickly waved his hand.

"It's nothing, it's nothing! You wouldn't understand adult academic jargon. Just wash your face and rinse it off quickly, or the foam will sting your eyes!"

Chen Duo gave a vague "Oh," then withdrew her head. The sound of running water came from the bathroom again.

Yan Sen finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Xiao Zizai, and tried to save face with a serious expression.

"Brother Xiao, my style of kung fu doesn't require getting up early. Maintaining a joyful mind and body, and a clear and open mind, that's the supreme path of my cultivation. I call this the philosophy of mind."

"...fallacious reasoning."

Xiao Zizai shook his head, though he retorted verbally, a smile played in his eyes.

This kind of nonsensical morning was a luxury he had never experienced before.

......

Half an hour later.

Chen Duo sat on the old sofa, while Yan Sen held a hairdryer and patiently dried her long, wet hair.

A hot breeze blew by, and the lemon scent of shampoo filled the cramped living room.

Xiao Zizai sat in the chair opposite, holding a copy of today's morning newspaper. He appeared to be reading, but his eyes were actually fixed on the "brother and sister" pair.

The ruthless and decisive boy who dared to fight him at the slightest provocation was now moving as gently as if he were polishing a treasure, while the Gu-body Saint Child, who possessed Gu poison and was feared by all, was as docile as a kitten that had just taken a bath.

The scene was exceptionally harmonious.

"All done! Dried!"

Yan Sen turned off the hairdryer, patted Chen Duo's head, and casually looked at his handsome face in the mirror.

"Let's go, Duo'er, take Brother Xiao to the job interview!"

The three of them went out, and Yan Sen skillfully hailed a red taxi on the roadside.

The car sped along, weaving through the morning rush hour traffic, heading straight for the headquarters of Nadutong's South China branch.

When the gray office building with the large sign "Nadutong South China Distribution Center" came into view, the whole building was not as busy and noisy as usual. Instead, it exuded a sense of exhaustion.

Inside the security booth at the entrance, two security guards were dozing off with their heads tilted to the side, their dark circles under their eyes even more pronounced than those of pandas.

Stepping into the hall, the atmosphere became even more deathly still.

The usually efficient deliverymen looked like drained fish, some catching up on sleep on the sorting conveyor belt, others staring blankly with Red Bull in their hands, and the air was filled with the strong smell of coffee and Tiger Balm.

Lately, for some reason, all sorts of strange and evil people, like the Quanxing sect and evil cultivators, have started to emerge. To deal with them, we've mobilized more than 80% of our mobile forces from the South China region.

These people have been working overtime for half a month straight; they're really exhausted.

"You're here?"

The young woman at the front desk forced a smile as she saw Yan Sen. "Boss Liao is in his office. He was just yelling at us, saying last night's action report was utter garbage... Good luck to you."

"Okay, thanks sis, I'll treat you to milk tea later."

Yan Sen waved with a grin and led the two people behind him straight to the elevator.

Xiao Zizai adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the employees sprawled haphazardly in the break area, a thoughtful glint in his eyes: "This is... the company atmosphere?"

"How about it? Down-to-earth, right?" Yan Sen raised an eyebrow. "Here, everyone's a working-class person, toiling like a dog for a few coins. Brother Xiao, don't say I didn't tell you, this will probably be your life from now on."

Xiao Zizai didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly in an almost imperceptible arc.

He couldn't have asked for it more.

......

"Knock knock knock".

Outside Liao Zhong's office.

Yan Sen knocked on the door twice symbolically, and without waiting for a response from inside, he pushed the door open and entered.

"Uncle Liao! I've brought you that 'nameless hero' from last night!"

Yan Sen shouted loudly and stepped aside, revealing Xiao Zizai and Chen Duo behind him.

Behind the desk, Liao Zhongzheng was hunched over a pile of documents, his hair a mess like a bird's nest, his face covered in stubble, his bloodshot eyes fixed on a report in his hands, muttering curses under his breath.

"What kind of garbage did these brats write... huh?"

Upon hearing the sound, Liao Zhong looked up, his fleshy face originally displaying a violent expression that said, "Don't mess with me, I want to kill someone."

But when his gaze fell upon the little girl who was following at the very back, looking at him with a hint of heartache—

In an instant, the irritability, fatigue, and ferocity on his face vanished, replaced by gentleness and surprise.

"Oh! Duo'er! What brings you here?"

Liao Zhong sprang up from his chair with a "whoosh," his movements so agile that he didn't seem like a middle-aged man who had stayed up all night.

He walked around the desk in a few steps, completely ignoring Yan Sen and the bespectacled man who looked like he was not to be trifled with, and went straight to Chen Duo.

"Why are you up so early? You went to bed so late last night, why didn't you sleep a little longer? Did this kid wake you up?" Liao Zhong squatted down and straightened Chen Duo's slightly disheveled collar. His tone was so gentle that Yan Sen got goosebumps.

"I miss Dad Liao."

Chen Duo shook her head, naturally reached out and patted the cigarette ash off Liao Zhong's shoulder, then walked around him to the desk and began skillfully tidying up the messy documents and cigarette butts for him.

"You're smoking so much...it'll make your throat uncomfortable."

This smooth and skillful maneuver completely bewildered Liao Zhong.

The regional manager, whose mere presence would shake the entire South China community of extraordinary individuals, was now standing there like a fool, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hehe... Okay, okay, I won't smoke anymore, Dad will listen to you."

Yan Sen rolled his eyes and couldn't help but cough.

"Ahem! Uncle Liao! Clean up the smell! There are still people here! I went through so much trouble to get them here, and you're just going to ignore them like this?"

Liao Zhong suddenly realized what was happening and slapped his forehead.

"Oh! Ouch! I'm so sorry, so sorry..."

He turned around, his smile fading slightly, but still radiating enthusiasm. He rubbed his hands together, strode up to Xiao Zizai, and extended his rough, large hand.

"Look at my brain, I've gone crazy from working overtime, I've neglected the expert! Last night, thanks to my brother's help, I'm Liao Zhong, the person in charge of the South China region for NaDuTong, nice to meet you!"

Xiao Zizai stared at the outstretched hand for a moment, slightly taken aback.

Is this the "True Lord of Kidney Deficiency in South China"?

Although he may look rough, his forthright and generous personality is genuine.

Xiao Zizai extended his hand and shook hands with Liao Zhong.

"Hello, Mr. Liao."

Xiao Zizai forced a polite smile, though it looked slightly stiff.

"I'm just a job seeker, not some expert, so there's no need to be so polite."

"Looking for a job?"

Liao Zhong was taken aback and subconsciously looked at Yan Sen with a questioning look in his eyes: What's going on? Why didn't you tell me?

Yan Senchong winked at him, indicating that he should handle it himself.

"Yes, Xiaoyan told me to be straightforward with you yesterday, so I just said it directly."

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, and his gaze behind the lenses became unusually serious, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible longing.

"I want to do temporary work."

The moment those five words were uttered, the air in the office seemed to freeze for a moment.

Liao Zhong's smile gradually faded, and his eyes, which had seen countless people, narrowed slightly as he looked the seemingly refined man up and down.

As the regional head, he knew all too well what "temporary worker" meant.

It's not just a simple position for taking the blame; it's a double-edged sword.

When used properly, it can be a powerful tool.

If used improperly, it becomes a weapon that harms both oneself and others.

And the man in front of me...

Although he tried his best to conceal it, Liao Zhong could still smell that familiar scent on him.

...the lingering smell of blood that can't be washed away.

"You want to do temporary work?"

Liao Zhong's voice lowered, no longer the kind-hearted man he had been before, but instead exuded a sense of oppression.

"Brother, this job isn't easy. It's dirty, tiring, and there's no official recognition. Plus... it's easy to get yourself killed."

"I know."

Xiao Zizai nodded, his tone eerily calm.

"I don't have many other hobbies. I just like... 'killing'. If the company can provide me with such an opportunity and help me deal with some unnecessary troubles... I think I would be a very useful knife."

kill?

Liao Zhong raised an eyebrow.

The meaning behind those words is quite profound.

Kill what? Kill whom?

He turned to look at Yan Sen.

Yan Sen was leaning back on the sofa, peeling an orange in his hand. Feeling Liao Zhong's gaze, he looked up, grinned, and threw a segment of orange into his mouth.

"Uncle Liao, don't look at me, I've brought the man to you. I personally experienced Brother Xiao's abilities yesterday. Apart from a 'slightly' peculiar little quirk, his professional skills are unparalleled. Top-tier among top-tier."

Yan Sen deliberately emphasized the word "special".

Who is Liao Zhong? He's the most shrewd of all.

He instantly understood Yan Sen's subtext—this person is a bit special, but useful, and very useful.

"Haha, I see!"

Liao Zhong suddenly burst into laughter, the gloom on his face vanishing, replaced by the excitement of finding a treasure.

"I happen to be short-handed here! It's quite a coincidence that the last temporary worker just retired due to illness, and the position has been vacant ever since. Because there's no one to do the work, I've had to let Duo'er fill in, which breaks my heart to see her like this."

As Liao Zhong spoke, he walked over to Xiao Zizai and patted him hard on the shoulder, looking at him as if he were his own brother.

"Since you were recommended by Xiaoyan, I won't question your character! But... in this line of work, we risk our lives, so just talking isn't enough."

Liao Zhong pointed outside the door, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"How about... we test our skills? We have a dedicated training ground on the second basement level, fully equipped and very durable. Show me what you've got! If you're good, I'll go straight to the higher-ups, and you can start work as early as tomorrow! We'll even pay your social insurance and housing fund at the highest standards!"

As he spoke, Liao Zhong, out of Xiao Zizai's sight, frantically winked at Yan Sen and then gave him a thumbs up.

That means: Good for you! You managed to seduce such a ruthless person? If this works out, you're amazing!

Yan Sen gave him a calm look and continued eating his orange.

"I can't wait."

Xiao Zizai's lips curled up, and a glint of predator's light finally appeared in his eyes, which were hidden behind his glasses.

At that moment, a faint red light flashed and disappeared deep within his pupils.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Liao Zhong waved his hand and walked out the door first.