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

By 10 a.m. the next day, the sunlight was already streaming into the dimly lit room through the gaps in the heavy curtains.

Xia He rubbed her sore eyes and woke up in the soft bed.

She didn't get up immediately, but turned her head to look at Feng Baobao lying stiffly beside her, her breathing so weak it was like a mannequin, and fell into deep thought.

After working overtime all night, Xia He reflected deeply and finally realized a profound philosophy of life.

Beautiful women must appropriately show their temper and never be too easy to talk to.

Otherwise, some seemingly harmless men, once they find you useful, will really exploit you to the extreme!

She and Feng Baobao didn't leave the room next door until after 2 a.m. last night.

Don't get me wrong, they didn't do anything bad that everyone would like to see. They were just doing a tedious, boring, and high-intensity "assembly line operation".

The entire process was very simple. She was responsible for releasing the "Qi of the Breathing Muscles," and Yan Sen was responsible for wrapping the Qi with that strange earthy yellow-gold light and rolling it into a ball.

This sounds easy, but the sheer volume is staggering!

"One hundred more, Sister Xia, that's the last hundred!"

"Awesome, Sister Xia! You're the best! Just one hundred more to go, this really is the last hundred!"

"You've accomplished such a difficult task! Sister Xia is truly a heroine! You deserve a hundred rewards!"

Four whole hours! Hundreds of balls!

Even a simple blink, if consciously repeated thousands of times, can be tiring, let alone mobilizing one's innate Qi.

Xia He finally couldn't hold on any longer. She felt completely drained and collapsed onto the carpet.

But when she looked up at Yan Sen, she found that he was still full of energy, and could even hum a little tune while rubbing the ball. The golden light in his hand was very steady, without any tremor.

At that moment, Xia He couldn't hold back. She got up and flicked Yan Sen's forehead, then cursed him as an "animal," and dragged Feng Baobao, who was watching from the side and was getting sleepy, back to her room, where she immediately fell asleep.

It's important to know that just releasing Qi brought her considerable fatigue, and Yan Sen not only had to receive it, but also control, compress, and seal it.

And before using it, he had to maintain the golden light to prevent it from dissipating.

To be able to maintain this level of exertion without changing expression... calling him an animal wouldn't be an exaggeration, would it?

Is the Qi inside this guy connected to the ocean?

"The more I think about it, the angrier I get... I'm exhausted..."

Xia He stretched and complained, the shoulders of her silk pajamas slipping slightly with her movement, exposing her fair skin to the air.

She gently slipped her pink toes into her slippers, got up, and walked to the water dispenser with a "pat-pat" sound. She poured herself and Feng Baobao each a glass of warm water, placed one on the bedside table next to Feng Baobao, and took a sip from the other glass.

A beautiful woman should drink warm water when she wakes up in the morning; this is the most basic way to maintain her beauty.

"Thanks, Xiangxiang."

A voice with little emotional fluctuation suddenly rang in my ears.

"Holy crap—!"

Xia He was so startled that her hand trembled, and she almost spat out the water in her mouth.

She turned her head sharply and found that Feng Baobao, who had been like a corpse just moments before, had somehow sat up and was picking up the glass of water, gulping it down in a few mouthfuls.

"Baby, you scared me!" Xia He patted her chest, complaining to her new friend, "Why weren't you moving when you were awake?"

"Huh? If you're awake, you're awake. Why does it have to be with some noise?" Feng Baobao tilted her head, looking puzzled, as if she had heard some incomprehensible philosophical question.

Looking into those clear, big eyes, Xia He swallowed back the retort that was on the tip of her tongue.

"Uh... never mind, it's alright." Xia He sighed. She already understood Feng Baobao's thought process a little. New friends can be a bit silly sometimes.

If you argue with her, you'll definitely lose.

"Are you hungry? Let's go get something to eat, forget about those three stinky men."

Xia He changed the subject immediately, planning to go to the villa's kitchen to make some breakfast to reward her suffering body and stomach.

"Mmm, I'm hungry too, Xiangxiang, wait for me a minute."

Feng Baobao nodded repeatedly and jumped off the bed nimbly.

The two had just started changing their clothes when there was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

"Sister Xia, Sister Baobao, are you awake?"

It was Yan Sen's voice. It still sounded as energetic as ever, without the slightest sign of fatigue from staying up all night.

Xia He paused in buttoning her clothes, rolled her eyes, and replied irritably, "Awake! Spit it out!"

She was still resentful of Yan Sen's actions last night, which seemed to drain her of all her energy.

Although she was somewhat interested in this boy who was different from others, she found his eyes to be clean, his respect for her to be comfortable with, and his personality to be interesting.

But Xia He wasn't a people-pleaser, nor was she anyone's free labor, so her tone carried a hint of displeasure.

"Wow, that's a strong voice. Sister Xia slept well."

Outside the door, Yan Sen's voice carried a hint of ingratiation and a sly smile.

"Come meet us at our room in a bit. I had the kitchen lady make breakfast, and we can discuss our plan while we eat. After breakfast... hehe, I'll need you to give Mr. Zhao Minghai another dose of his 'tranquilizer'... Thanks a lot, Sister Xia~"

Yan Sen knew he had gone a bit too far last night, but he couldn't be entirely blamed.

His own unreasonable "Shaking Dragon Scripture" meant he had never experienced what it felt like to be "lacking mana".

Little did he know that Xia He's innate ability was so physically demanding.

Tsk, in the end, it's still because he needs more practice.

Yan Sen thought to himself: If I ever get the chance, I should really give her a good workout.

Such a useful ability, if we don't train it properly and develop our physical abilities, wouldn't that be a waste?

"Okay, okay! Hurry up, hurry up, you're driving me crazy!"

Xia He shouted towards the door.

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you inside."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

A few minutes later, the two women, who had finished getting ready, arrived at the door of the next room.

Xia He was about to knock on the door and wait for them to let her in when Feng Baobao pushed the door open and barged in without saying a word, acting as if she were in her own home, not afraid of seeing anything she shouldn't.

Xia He had no choice but to follow.

In the living room of the suite, there was a long dining table.

Xu Si, Zhang Lingyu, and Yan Sen sat facing each other.

The steaming buns on the table were still steaming, and a clay pot the size of a rice cooker was placed in the middle, filled with congee with preserved egg and lean pork. Several delicate side dishes were also placed on the side.

Xu Si was already eating heartily, with a steamed bun in his left hand and a spoon in his right, slurping it down like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Zhang Lingyu and Yan Sen remained motionless, clearly waiting for them.

These subtle details best reflect a person's upbringing and respect for others.

Xia He glanced at the white-robed Taoist priest and Yan Sen, and her displeasure lessened slightly.

She and Feng Baobao sat on either side of Yan Sen, as if it were perfectly natural.

After all, one of the two people opposite her was a lecherous man, and the other looked at her like she was a ghost. She didn't want to waste her time trying to win their favor.

"Hurry up, let's eat!"

Yan Sen picked up a spoon, not to serve himself first, but to fill a bowl with porridge for Xia He, and pushed it in front of her, "Sister Xia~ Great hero~ Thanks to you, you must have been exhausted last night?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Si, who was drinking porridge, choked and coughed violently.

Xia He blushed and subtly stepped on Yan Sen's foot under the table.

"If you can't speak, you can donate your mouth!"

"Ouch—! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Yan Sen quickly gasped, pretending to be in great pain, and then hurriedly served Feng Baobao another bowl before finally serving himself.

"So, what's the plan you and Brother Xu came up with? Can you tell me now?"

Seeing that he had finished serving, Zhang Lingyu stood up and served herself some porridge.

He dared not look at Xia He at all; even catching a glimpse of that pink color out of the corner of his eye would make his heart race.

So he could only stare straight at the clay pot, as if studying its texture, while asking Yan Sen a question.

Yan Sen took a sip of porridge, and looking at Zhang Lingyu's expression, his wicked intentions resurfaced.

"Tsk, Xiaoyu, where's your manners?"

Yan Sen put down his spoon and said sarcastically, "You don't even look at people when you talk to them. Have you forgotten all the manners your grandmaster taught you? You're getting more and more arrogant~"

"Shut up..."

Zhang Lingyu retorted irritably.

Then, taking a deep breath, as if he had made a great decision, he put down the spoon, closed his eyes, and turned towards Xia He.

"I apologize, Miss Xia. It's not that I have a problem with you. It's just that my cultivation is insufficient and my willpower is lacking. I couldn't control myself and was afraid of offending Miss Xia, so I had no choice but to act this way. I hope you can forgive me."

He bowed slightly to Xia He and spoke in a sincere yet stiff tone.

These words were spoken frankly and clumsily.

There was no hypocritical pretense, nor any condescending preaching; it was simply an admission that he was inadequate and afraid of losing control.

This is actually quite difficult for a man, especially for a proud and arrogant scion of a prestigious family.

So Xia He was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the young Taoist priest with his eyes closed and his eyelashes still trembling slightly, the slight displeasure she felt suddenly vanished.

This little Taoist priest... he's actually quite honest. Let's tease him a bit...

"Isn't it a bit too late for you to apologize now? I'm already angry."

Xia He picked up the porridge Yan Sen had served her, gently blew on it to cool it down, and with a slight upturn of her lips, said something in an annoyed tone.

She winked at Yan Sen, who was looking at her from the side, and the two smiled at each other, instantly reaching a tacit understanding.

"That's right, Xiaoyu!"

Yan Sen slammed his hand on the table, deliberately speaking loudly with a pained expression, "Aren't you just tarnishing Longhu Mountain's reputation! People who don't know any better would think that all the disciples of Longhu Mountain are cowards who can't resist beautiful women and can only pretend to be blind!"

"No, no, no! Yan Sen, stop talking nonsense!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lingyu became anxious, quickly put down the bowl in her hand, stood up, still with her eyes closed, facing Xia He's direction, waving her hands wildly as if trying to explain some huge misunderstanding.

"Miss Xia, the problem lies entirely with me! My fellow disciples on the mountain are all more steadfast in their beliefs than I am! For example, Senior Brother Rongshan, and so on... In short, please don't think that way! It's my fault... it's my own lack of self-control!"

Seeing Zhang Lingyu's anxious face and red neck, as if she were afraid of tarnishing the reputation of her sect, Xia He finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Pfft—"

She laughed out loud, a clear and melodious laugh with a touch of languid charm.

"Oh, I was just teasing you, I'm not angry."

Xia He took a sip of porridge and looked at Zhang Lingyu with a playful expression: "Don't take this seriously. If I had known you were this earnest, I wouldn't have made such a joke. Please sit down and eat, Master Lingyu."

Zhang Lingyu stood there stunned, secretly opening her eyes a crack. When she saw Xia He's smiling face, her face flushed even redder.

He sat down silently, lowered his head and ate his rice, wishing he could bury his face in the bowl.

I've been tricked.

They tricked me!

This woman is in cahoots with Yan Sen!