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

"Anecdotes of Extraordinary People - 'Poor little thing, don't you have a home either?'"

"On a rainy day, in a small alley, a kitten that was two or three months old was huddled in a corner, shivering. Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of it, picked it up, and held it in its arms, stroking it. Raindrops slid down the pink-haired girl's face, making it hard to tell whether they were rain or tears."

Note: The anecdotes about extraordinary individuals do not follow the normal timeline of the main story!

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Inside the car, the air conditioner was blowing cold air, but the chill from Lao Zhou's words was even more biting than the air conditioning.

That's roughly the situation.

Old Zhou loosened his grip on the steering wheel slightly, as if venting his pent-up feelings had made him feel much better.

"The second young master has now been tied up by the boss's men and locked in his room. One of my two colleagues is afraid he might commit suicide, so he's keeping watch inside the room, while the other is watching the door outside. But they're the same; they haven't seen the five people the second young master mentioned at all."

Xu Si leaned lazily against the passenger seat, fiddling with the lighter in his hand, and picked up the conversation.

"Yes, that's all I know. After that, Lao Zhou came to the company. Since Beijing is also under my father's jurisdiction, he found out immediately."

"The old man also felt something was off after hearing this. Although he had never heard of such a situation before, his intuition told him that Zhao Minghai's situation was not like being entangled by a spirit by chance, but more like being targeted by some supernatural being."

"So my baby and I came here to scout out the location first."

Xu Si sighed and glanced back at Yan Sen, who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat.

"But we didn't find anything. That's the strangest thing. As long as there is unfamiliar Qi, no matter how well it is hidden, it is impossible to completely hide it from us. Unless... that thing is not driven by Qi at all."

Yan Sen stared at Xu Si with dead fish eyes and said speechlessly.

"Fourth Brother, you summarized such a long story in just two sentences at the dinner table? How did you do that? Can you teach me?"

"Uh..." Xu Si blushed and chuckled awkwardly.

"That's because my language skills are limited. You know I'm not well-educated."

Zhang Lingyu, standing to the side, shook his head speechlessly. He needed time to get used to Xu Si's unreliable behavior.

"Yan Sen, do you have any ideas?" Zhang Lingyu turned her head and asked seriously.

Although I hate to admit it, when it comes to matters involving the secrets of the martial arts world and unorthodox practices, Yan Sen, who grew up traveling all over the country and navigating the martial arts world, is indeed much more perceptive than me, a traditional Taoist priest who has been cultivating in an ivory tower and is ignorant of the ways of the world.

"I have some ideas, but I'm not sure."

Yan Sen tapped his knee lightly with his fingers, his gaze drifting past the rapidly receding street scene through the car window, his eyes deepening. "We'll have to see the person to figure it out. But don't be too tense, relax. If we can't figure it out, there are adults at home, aren't there?"

He grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

"My dad has seen a lot of these strange things, so he'll most likely know. If all else fails, there's always Grand Tutor. Before he became a Celestial Master, he was a man who could take down most of the supernatural world with his bare hands. What hasn't he seen? We can just shamelessly ask him when the time comes."

"......Too."

Hearing Yan Sen say this, Zhang Lingyu's tense nerves did indeed relax a lot.

Yes, even if the sky falls, there's someone tall to hold it up. With Longhu Mountain standing behind him, he definitely felt reassured.

Looking at the back-and-forth conversation between the two men through the rearview mirror, Lao Zhou felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders.

The car exited the highway and turned onto a quiet asphalt road. Instead of tall buildings, there were lush trees on both sides, and the streetlights had become more elaborate in design.

"We've arrived. This is the boss's place."

Old Zhou slowed down the car, pointed to the huge manor surrounded by high walls ahead, and then pointed in another direction, "Go over there, not far away, is Teacher Yu's horse farm of Deyun Society."

"A pet park struck by lightning?"

Xu Si had clearly listened to Guo Degang's crosstalk quite a bit, and the words just came out unconsciously.

"Haha, yes, our boss really loves listening to crosstalk. The reason he chose to buy land here and build a manor is so that he can be neighbors with Teacher Yu."

Old Zhou smiled and turned the steering wheel, and the car slowly drove into the slowly opening European-style carved iron gate.

The car came to a stop, and several people got out.

What comes into view is an extremely luxurious courtyard.

The courtyard is decorated in the European style that has been popular in recent years. The lawn is trimmed as neatly as a carpet, and a marble fountain sculpture stands in the center with flowing water.

The surrounding streetlights emitted a soft yet bright glow, making the entire courtyard as bright as day, even at night, without appearing dim at all.

"This place..."

Yan Sen stood in the middle of the courtyard with his hands in his pockets. He didn't rush in, but squinted and scanned the surrounding buildings.

This is a typical mansion of the wealthy, filled with gold and jade.

Even from the discerning eye of a feng shui master like Yan Sen, there is no obvious problem with the layout of this courtyard.

The building is sheltered from the wind and gathers energy, with a wide open space in front, a mountain behind it, and a mountain in front. Even the location of the fountain is precisely on the "Gate of Life," drawing in living water to generate wealth.

"So, Wood? Did you figure anything out?" Xu Si leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Has someone tampered with the feng shui?"

"no."

"The feng shui of this courtyard... is not only fine, it's ridiculously good."

Yan Sen pointed to the floor tiles under his feet, and then pointed to a direction in the distance.

"When it was built, a master must have been consulted. The feng shui here is a typical wealth-enhancing arrangement, and it's very clean, with no residual negative energy. Living here, you're less likely to encounter evil spirits, and even a cold or fever will heal faster than elsewhere."

"So..." Yan Sen turned his head, looked at the brightly lit villa, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"This second young master's problem has nothing to do with feng shui. Since it's not a problem with the land, then it must be a problem with the man himself."

Zhang Lingyu stood to the side, his brows furrowing slightly as he heard this, seemingly lost in thought.

"Gentlemen, this way please, let's go inside!"

Old Zhou parked his car and jogged over to lead the way.

Before the group could even reach the heavy mahogany door of the villa, it clicked open from the inside.

A man in his thirties, dressed in gray loungewear and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, came out.

His face looked somewhat haggard, with puffy eye bags, but when he saw Lao Zhou, Xu Si, and the others, a light called "hope" instantly burst forth in his eyes.

"Brother Zhou! Master Xu! Master Feng! You're back!"

The man strode down the steps, not even bothering with pleasantries, and grabbed Xu Si's hand, his palms covered in cold sweat.

"Perfect timing! Perfect timing! Please come in quickly! My brother just had another attack, and he's in bad shape. My father is about to lose control. You need to go and see him!"

This is Zhao Mingde, the eldest son of the Zhao family.

"Mr. Zhao, please calm down and tell me slowly." Xu Si patted the back of his hand, signaling him to calm down. "These two are the real 'masters' I mentioned to you."

Zhao Mingde then noticed Yan Sen and Zhang Lingyu.

When he saw how young Zhang Lingyu and Yan Sen looked, he had some doubts, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

In the eyes of his family, their father's bodyguard, Brother Zhou, was a true martial arts master; the person they had hired couldn't possibly be a fraud.

"Gentlemen, I entrust my brother's matter to you!" Zhao Mingde bowed deeply, then turned and led the way, "Please follow me, he's on the second floor."

The group filed in.

The villa's interior was lavishly decorated, with crystal chandeliers, Persian carpets, and mahogany furniture, exuding an air of wealth. But at this moment, a suffocatingly oppressive atmosphere permeated the mansion.

There were no servants moving around, and the faint sounds of roaring and heavy objects crashing could be heard coming from upstairs.

"I'm going to kill you all! Once I kill you all, I'll be at peace! Die! Die, all of you!"

The voice was hysterical, filled with a desperate madness.

Yan Sen raised an eyebrow. "That voice is strong and resonant. It seems his health is pretty good."

The group followed Zhao Mingde upstairs and arrived at the door of the third room on the left on the second floor.

At this moment, the spacious corridor was already full of people.

There was a nanny shivering in an apron, a bodyguard in a black suit looking nervous, and an elderly butler with gray hair wearing a Tang suit pacing anxiously at the door.

"Make way! Make way! The master has arrived!" Zhao Mingde waved to disperse the crowd.

Everyone quickly made way for them.

Yan Sen walked at the front, his gaze casually sweeping over the group of people.

However, just as his gaze swept across the end of the crowd, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Among the group of panicked ordinary people, there was one figure who stood out from the crowd.

That's a woman.

In this early autumn weather, where the temperature was still in the twenties even at night, she was wearing a heavy, even somewhat bulky, white down jacket, with a fluffy collar that completely covered the lower half of her face.

She huddled in a chair in the corner, her hands tucked into her sleeves.

But what's most eye-catching is her long, flowing pink hair that cascades down like a waterfall, peeking out from under the hood.

as well as......

The moment Yan Sen looked over, the woman seemed to sense something and slowly raised her head.

The two locked eyes.

Yan Sen's heart skipped a beat.

What kind of eyes were those?

Azure and deep, like the purest sapphire, yet also like the deep sea hiding endless whirlpools.

However, in that blue ocean, there was no sign of the sickness or weakness that Yan Sen had anticipated.

in contrast.

There surged a raw, unadulterated lust that could suck one's very soul in.

That look in his eyes was like a hook.

Even though she was wrapped in a bulky cotton coat and her face was mostly covered, just that one look from her eyes revealed an indescribable charm, as if she were silently inviting someone, or as if she were painfully pleading for help.

She was born with a captivating charm.

These four words instantly popped into Yan Sen's mind.