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

"Well......"

The woman seemed startled by Yan Sen's direct gaze.

She instinctively jolted, and a little bit of the pink Qi that she had been deliberately suppressing inside her body involuntarily overflowed as she reacted.

"boom--"

A pink ripple, invisible to the naked eye yet seemingly capable of striking the soul, spread outwards from her body without discrimination.

This spread was disastrous; she had stirred up a hornet's nest.

This energy was completely unreasonable and did not distinguish between friend and foe; it simply and forcefully penetrated into the pores of everyone present.

The panicked nannies and tense bodyguards now had glazed eyes, let out unintelligible gasps, and moved uncontrollably toward the figure in the down jacket huddled in the corner.

Even Zhao Minghai, who had just been hysterical and yelling about sending his whole family to meet the King of Hell, suddenly stopped crowing, like a rooster whose neck had been grabbed.

He pressed his face against the crack in the door, his eyes almost bulging out, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, and making low, unintelligible growls in his throat.

"Holy crap...wooden block..."

Xu Si, who was standing next to Yan Sen, suddenly stiffened.

This seasoned womanizer, who had been mingling with women for many years, usually boasted that he could pass through a sea of ​​flowers without getting a single petal on him.

But at this moment, he felt as if all the bones in his body had gone limp in an instant, and the string of "reason" in his mind had snapped completely.

All those top courtesans in the club, like Zhenzhen, Lulu, and Bingbing, combined, are not even a fraction as good as this woman in front of me who hasn't even shown her full face!

Xu Si's heart pounded wildly, and a voice screamed in his mind: Get her! Get her at all costs!

"Top-notch...this is absolutely top-notch..." Xu Si muttered to himself, his hand uncontrollably reaching forward.

"Tsk."

Yan Sen frowned slightly, took a step to the side without making a sound, and bumped into Xu Si, causing Xu Si to twist his arm.

"Fourth Brother, be more sensible! Don't embarrass the company!"

He then turned to look at the other side.

Good heavens, our Master Lingyu isn't in much better shape right now either.

Zhang Lingyu's usually aloof and ascetic handsome face was now as red as a boiled shrimp. He bit his lip hard, gripped the hem of his Taoist robe tightly with both hands, and trembled like a leaf.

He is fighting.

The life force cultivation he had honed since childhood on Mount Longhu came in handy at this moment, attempting to suppress the excruciating heat.

But he was, after all, a novice, and faced with such a fundamental innate ability, he was like a person who had just learned to swim being thrown into a raging storm, only able to oscillate between clarity and despair.

Zhang Lingyu could only grit his teeth, his eyes fixed on the ground, rapidly chanting, "Supreme Star Platform, Responding Without Ceasing... Exorcising Evil and Binding Demons... Next... what was next again?!"

"Tsk, well, this one's short-circuited too."

Yan Sen pursed his lips, the initial amazement in his eyes long gone, replaced by a clear and lucid expression.

The earth element within his body circulated slightly, and its heavy, earth-like aura instantly suppressed the restless little flame.

Yan Sen was not angry, nor did he adopt the attitude of avoiding him like most righteous people would.

His gaze passed through the various people in the corridor and landed on the woman sitting in the chair.

The woman's expression was very calm, so calm that it even gave people an unsettling feeling.

That feeling was probably... nervous?

Or rather, she lacked self-confidence.

She didn't want to be treated like a monster, and she especially didn't want to be stared at with those naked, murderous eyes that seemed to want to devour her alive.

Yan Sen couldn't help but sigh. He roughly understood what this woman had been through.

He's a pitiful person too.

In this circle of extraordinary people, some people's innate abilities are a gift from God, while others' abilities... are a punishment from God.

It is intoxicating and soul-stirring, like a steel knife scraping the bone.

For a woman with a sound worldview and values, this ability is less a blessing from heaven and more a curse.

Thinking of this, Yan Sen did not retreat, but instead took a step forward.

He met the woman's gaze, raised his right hand, not in a gesture of attack, but...

He gave a thumbs up.

Then, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a bright, clean smile, free of any ulterior motives.

"Wow, that's amazing, sister!"

"That's a good method, quite exciting."

The woman was taken aback.

A look of disbelief and confusion flashed in her deep blue eyes.

This man...

He broke free of his breathing muscles immediately.

And... he didn't show that lecherous expression that made her want to vomit?

What did he mean by that?

Praising oneself?

Was he being sincere? Or was he being sarcastic?

Just as the woman was caught in a mental whirlwind and her brain was starting to malfunction, a dark figure silently appeared behind Xu Si and Zhang Lingyu.

Feng Baobao stared expressionlessly at the two disappointing men, blinking her large eyes as if pondering how to handle this "malfunction."

Then she came to the conclusion—try restarting.

So she stretched out her hands, one hand pressing down on the back of Xu Si's head, and the other hand pressing down on the back of Zhang Lingyu's head.

Focus your energy in your dantian, exert force with both arms, and forcefully bring them together in the middle!

"Bang—!!!"

A crisp, sharp sound of a skull colliding echoed down the corridor; just hearing it made you feel pain.

"Holy crap!!!"

"Ouch! O ...!"

Two screams rang out almost simultaneously.

Xu Si and Zhang Lingyu instantly snapped out of their dazed state, each clutching their heads and squatting on the ground, tears welling up in their eyes from the pain.

These two cries of pain, like a gavel, jolted the ordinary people around them out of their trance.

"Ah! What... what happened to me?"

"That woman...it's this woman!"

Upon waking up, everyone's first reaction was extreme terror.

They scrambled away from the pink-haired woman in the corner as if fleeing a plague, their eyes filled with disgust and fear.

The warmth that the woman had felt from Yan Sen's thumbs-up instantly cooled as she watched this scene unfold.

She lowered her head, buried her face back into her collar, and shrank back.

"Who is this person?!"

"Who let her in? Who is she? What just happened?!"

The Zhao couple were also startled by the commotion and ran out from the other room.

Although the woman's gaze momentarily distracted this businessman who started his business in northern Shaanxi, he remained composed due to his long experience in the business world.

He pointed at the woman huddled in the corner, his face trembling with menacing features, and shouted in a thick accent.

"My goodness! This house is messy enough as it is, how did this guy get in here? Old Zhou! What are you good for! Get him out of here!"

Old Zhou was also covered in cold sweat. He had been tricked just now, and he felt both ashamed and angry. He was about to step forward and make a move.

"I......"

The woman opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but found herself speechless.

What's there to explain? That you didn't do it on purpose? That you have a way to control Zhao Minghai and make him shut up, all for a little money?

Who would believe that reason?

Just then, a lazy voice interrupted.

"It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."

Yan Sen stepped forward, blocking the woman and also blocking Old Zhou's outstretched hand.

He looked at Zhao Guochong with his signature smile on his face.

"Chairman Zhao, don't worry."

Yan Sen pointed to the woman behind him, his tone confident and natural, as if he were introducing a friend.

"We are together."

"Together?"

Zhao Guochong's small eyes widened, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Yan Sen and the woman huddled in the down jacket, his face full of suspicion.

"Young master, don't try to fool me. This girl seems quite improper. Just now, I felt like my soul was almost stolen away. How could she be a decent person?"

"Chairman Zhao, you can't judge a book by its cover."

Yan Sen remained expressionless, and even turned around to wink at the still bewildered woman.

"My sister may look... well, she is a bit... well, she's a good person."

As Yan Sen spoke, he winked at Xu Si, who was pretending to be dead while covering his head.

The two men, each with a combined capacity of eight hundred cunning schemes, exchanged high-frequency information without the need for words in that instant.

Xu Si, clutching his still throbbing head, immediately understood and switched back to his reliable "Master Xu" mode in a second.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhao, don't be nervous!"

Despite the pain, Xu Si strode forward and explained with a forced smile.

"This young lady is an outside helper I specially invited! She's an expert in handling special cases like your son's! She probably just accidentally... broke his livelihood!"

Xu Si walked up to Zhao Guochong and began to spout nonsense with an air of profound mystery.

"As you just saw, when this girl looked up, her aura and charm instantly calmed everyone down, didn't they? Even your son stopped calling out to you?"

Zhao Guochong paused for a moment, then looked back into the room.

Indeed, the second son, who was just howling like a banshee, is now quiet as a fool, though he's drooling through the crack in the door.

"Huh? It really is..." Zhao Guochong scratched his big head, "But... this is too..."

"Isn't that exciting?" Xu Si chuckled, lowering his voice.

"That's right! This is called fighting poison with poison! Your son is too excited right now, and ordinary methods can't suppress him. We have to use this kind of strong mental shock to calm him down temporarily."

Xu Si's nonsense was illogical, but his sincere expression and the tangible effect he had just delivered actually fooled Zhao Guochong.

His thoughts were surprisingly aligned with Yan Sen's—regardless of who the woman was or whether she was the instigator of this incident.

First, calm them down!

If it's the real culprit behind the scenes, then take advantage of the situation to strike; if it's just a passing expert, then recruit him to be a laborer.

With this level of ability, there's no harm in not using it!

"Come on, little sister, don't be afraid."

Xu Si turned around and waved to the woman, his tone as friendly as a caring older brother next door.

"Chairman Zhao is a reasonable person, he won't blame you. Come, let me introduce you."

Xu Si pointed at Zhao Guochong's family.

"This is Chairman Zhao Guochong."

"This is Madam Zhao."

"This man wearing glasses is Zhao Mingde, the eldest son of Chairman Zhao..."

The woman huddled inside her down jacket, watching the two men in front of her, their voices rising and falling in harmony, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She is not a fool.

These two people, one with a red face and the other with a white face, were clearly trying to help her out of a predicament.

But...why?

From childhood to adulthood, ever since she awakened this damned ability, the words she heard most often were "vixen," "slut," and "shameless."

Men wanted to possess her, women wanted to destroy her. No one ever stood in front of her when she lost control and said, "We're in this together."

The woman's gaze fell on Yan Sen's retreating figure.

That not-so-broad back, at that moment, seemed like a wall, shielding her from malice and accusations.

And that thumb...

How many years has it been since I've heard someone genuinely praise me?

how many years?

The woman took a deep breath, suppressing the bittersweet warmth in her heart, and made a decision.

Since you want to put on an act, then I'll play along.

She slowly stood up and smoothed her long pink hair a little. Although she was still wrapped in a heavy down jacket, her innate charm was impossible to hide.

"My name is Xia He..."

Her voice was a little hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"They...were together."