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

Xia He raised her head, her gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Zhao Guochong, trying to make her tone sound more professional.

"What caused the commotion just now was a special perfume I created. This perfume contains special calming ingredients that can temporarily soothe agitated minds."

"I accidentally spilled some perfume, and the evaporation rate was a little too high, which caused everyone to have... well, some hallucinations. I'm really sorry."

This explanation, while still somewhat far-fetched, at least gave everyone a way out.

"Perfume? Oh, that makes sense, that makes sense!"

Zhao Guochong was a shrewd man; how could he not see the flaws in this excuse?

But, still believing in Master Xu, he quickly tried to smooth things over.

"I knew it! There's no such thing as one glance that can steal someone's soul! So it's high technology! Um... the girl's surname is Xia, right? I'm really sorry, don't mind me, I'm a bit of a rough guy, I was in a hurry just now, so I didn't watch my mouth, don't take it to heart!"

"It's okay, I don't mind." Xia He shook her head.

Yan Sen and Xu Si exchanged a glance, both seeing a sly smile in each other's eyes.

Get it done.

"Um, Chairman Zhao."

Xu Si pressed his advantage, "Now that the misunderstanding has been cleared up, let's get down to business. Shall we, your friends, go in and show your young master?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Business comes first!" Zhao Guochong nodded repeatedly, waved his hand, and began to shoo people away.

"Get out of here! Get out of here! What are you all doing gathered around here? Don't you have any work to do?"

He dispersed the group of bodyguards and servants who were still secretly glancing at Xia He, and then personally led a few people to Zhao Minghai's door.

"Masters, please!"

Zhao Mingde pushed open the door, and a mixture of sweat and some other strange smell hit him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Sen stepped inside first.

Zhang Lingyu had recovered by this time. Although her face was still a little red, she forced herself to maintain a superior demeanor and followed closely behind.

Feng Baobao remained in a daze, and when she passed by Xia He, she even leaned over to take a sniff.

"It doesn't smell good..." Feng Baobao muttered softly.

Xia He's body stiffened, and just as she was about to tense up, she saw Yan Sen turn around and pull Feng Baobao inside.

"Baby sister, don't embarrass me. I'll buy you something delicious later."

The door was closed, shutting out all the noise.

The room was a complete mess.

Zhao Minghai's hands were tightly bound with several thick hemp ropes, and a towel was stuffed in his mouth as he struggled desperately.

His eyes were bloodshot, and there were even cracks at the corners of his eyes. He was so thin that he looked emaciated, both ferocious and pitiful.

Yan Sen did not rush to approach, but stood at the door, squinted his eyes, and looked around the entire room.

Finally, his gaze settled on the headboard behind Zhao Minghai.

It was completely empty there.

However, in Yan Sen's vision of [All Things Connected by Qi], there were five extremely strange and turbid Qi clusters.

They have no fixed shape, resembling clumps of wriggling mud, yet vaguely revealing human-like outlines.

"How's it going, Woody? You've seen the real person, what do you see?"

Xu Si leaned closer and asked in a low voice.

Zhang Lingyu, Xia He, and Zhao Guochong and his son all held their breath and watched Yan Sen nervously.

"Um."

Yan Sen nodded, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"I not only noticed it, I saw it all."

He turned his head and looked at Xia He, who was standing in the corner.

"Sister Xia, can you do me a favor?"

"Let out a little more of your 'perfume'," Yan Sen said, pointing to Zhao Minghai on the bed. "Ask him a question for me."

Xia He was taken aback: "Huh? We have to put it out again?"

"Yes, release him." Yan Sen's tone was firm. "But this time, control the quantity, just target him alone. I believe you can do it."

Xia He looked into Yan Sen's trusting eyes and nodded.

"Okay... I'll give it a try."

She took a deep breath and controlled the restless innate energy within her body.

Guided by her thoughts, a very faint pink aura, like a thin thread, slowly drifted towards Zhao Minghai.

Zhao Minghai, who was still struggling frantically, trembled violently the moment he came into contact with the pink energy.

Then, the madness in his eyes began to fade, replaced by a sense of bewilderment and obsession.

He quieted down, stopped struggling, and stared straight at Xia He, making a "woo-woo" sound in his throat.

"Take the towel out of his mouth," Yan Sen ordered.

Zhao Mingde quickly stepped forward and carefully took the towel.

"Zhao Minghai".

Yan Sen walked to the bedside, looked down at him, and spoke in a low voice, but with an undeniable air of authority.

"Sister Xia, repeat my question."

Xia He nodded and said softly, "Zhao Minghai, tell me..."

"What were the distinctive features of the five people you saw?"

"Are they... all different in height and weight?"

"Wearing clothes of five colors?"

"And... I can't see their faces clearly?"

Under the control of his breathing muscles, Zhao Minghai seemed hypnotized, obediently nodding and replying in a hoarse voice:

"It's...five...red, yellow, white, black, blue...I can't see their faces...they're laughing...hehe...laughing..."

Upon hearing this answer, Yan Sen clapped his hands.

"Then that's it!"

He turned around, looked at the bewildered crowd, and finally fixed his gaze on Zhang Lingyu, a glint of testing in his eyes.

"Chairman Zhao, your son is not mentally ill, and it has absolutely nothing to do with feng shui."

"He was entangled by the 'Five Witches' that were being artificially controlled."

"Xiaoyu, let me ask you, do you know what the Five Witches are?"

"Isn't it the Five Witches' Army?"

Zhang Lingyu frowned and subconsciously replied, "In that case, wouldn't that be something done by people from our Taoist sect? Only Taoist priests of the Zhengyi sect or the Meishan sect would worship the Five Witches' soldiers, right?"

"Wrong, wrong!"

Yan Sen held up one finger and shook it.

"Xiaoyu, you haven't read enough diverse books."

"It's not the Five Witches' army, but—the Five Witches."

Yan Sen's expression turned serious, and his voice became low, echoing in the cold room.

"These are two completely different concepts."

"The Five Witches are guardian deities properly worshipped by Taoism and folk religions. Although they are a bit wild, they are loyal and righteous, and are used to slay demons and monsters."

As Yan Sen spoke, he walked to the window and pulled open the heavy curtains.

The moonlight streamed in, illuminating Zhao Minghai's deathly pale face, making him appear particularly eerie.

"And these 'Five Witches'..."

Yan Sen pointed to the wisps of black mist above Zhao Minghai's head that were invisible to ordinary people, his tone tinged with disgust.

"They are monsters that have been artificially bred. They are called spirits, but they are more like demons."

"In ancient texts, their original name was—the Five Desires Demons."

"The Five Desires Demon?" Zhang Lingyu was clearly hearing this term for the first time, and his brows furrowed even more deeply. "What are those things?"

"It's somewhat similar to the Five Gods of Folklore, but much dirtier."

Yan Sen explained, "They correspond to the five desires of Buddhism: wealth, sex, fame, food, and sleep, also known as the five roots of hell."

Yan Sen turned around, looked at everyone, and began to explain this obscure piece of knowledge.

"These things have no physical form or consciousness; they are purely formed from humanity's darkest and most intense desires. What they excel at is bewitching people, stirring up trouble, and amplifying the evil thoughts in people's hearts to an infinite degree."

"Many emperors in history have done things that seem extremely stupid, absurd, or even inhumane to us, and these things are actually behind them."

Yan Sen walked to Zhao Minghai's side and lightly touched his forehead.

"Take this young master Zhao for example."

"He might normally just be a little dissatisfied with his father's strictness or a little jealous of his brother's excellence, which is only natural. But once these five desires take hold, they'll burrow into his mind like parasites, amplifying these petty emotions ten thousand times, a hundred thousand times!"

"They would whisper in his ear day and night, telling him: 'Kill your father and you'll be in power; kill your brother and you'll be the only one in the family, and you can even take your sister-in-law...'"

With each word Yan Sen uttered, Zhao Guochong's face darkened further, and Zhao Mingde broke out in a cold sweat.

"In the end, the Five Witches will completely destroy his sanity, manipulate him to kill his parents, and then make him take his own life."

"This...this world actually contains such a vicious thing?!"

Zhao Guochong was trembling with rage. He slammed his hand on the table. "Which bastard, who gave birth to a son without any patriarchal virtue, is trying to harm my child! And he's trying to harm my whole family too! Master! Can you find him? I'll definitely kill him!"

"Chairman Zhao, don't worry. Now that we've taken this on, we'll definitely see it through to the end."

Yan Sen offered a reassuring remark, then looked at Zhang Lingyu and Xu Si.

"Only one lineage can control such a thing."

"The name of this lineage is—the Five Witches Sect."