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

The golden centipede's body twitched a few times on the ground, then quickly went still.

His bloodshot eyes were wide open, filled with resentment, bitterness, and a deep fear that only appeared on his deathbed.

The golden centipede never understood how he could have fallen into the hands of such a seemingly harmless father and son.

Yan Sen jumped off the second-floor platform and landed steadily on the ground.

He walked over to the corpse of the golden centipede, kicked its foot to confirm that it was completely dead.

Then Yan Sen skillfully squatted down and began to search the corpse.

Yan Que also came over, and couldn't help but twitch his lips as he watched his son's skillful "corpse-touching" movements.

This kid is born to kill and rob; he has absolutely no psychological barriers to it.

"Father, this Quanxing member is quite fat." Yan Sen quickly gained something.

He pulled an oilcloth bag from the golden centipede's bosom, opened it, and found several small porcelain bottles with labels, including "Antidote Pills" and "Corpse Dissolving Powder," as well as a booklet with three crooked characters on the cover: "Record of a Hundred Insects," but it was just a fragment.

In addition, there was a stack of banknotes tied with rubber bands. Yan Sen counted them and estimated that there were several thousand yuan.

"Great, I've got my living expenses for this month." Yan Que nodded in satisfaction and stuffed the money into his pocket without any hesitation.

Yan Sen flipped through the book "Record of a Hundred Insects," which recorded the methods of raising and controlling various poisonous insects. It was illustrated with pictures, but the illustrations were extremely disgusting.

He curled his lip in disgust and casually tossed it to Yan Que.

"Here, have this thing. I'm not going to practice such disgusting stuff."

"What do you know? It's always good to have more skills. There are some methods here that use poison to fight poison, which could save your life in a critical moment." Yan Que said, but still put the booklet away.

After the father and son divided the loot, the next step was to clean up the scene.

Yan Que walked to the corner and found several containers of chemical reagents that had not completely evaporated. He glanced at the labels on them and chuckled.

"That grandson chose his own burial site, and it's really quite good."

He made Yan Sen stand far away, then carefully mixed several buckets of unknown chemical agents with the Golden Centipede's own "corpse-dissolving powder" and poured it all over the corpse.

"Sizzle—"

A sickeningly corrosive sound rang out, accompanied by billowing, foul-smelling smoke.

The centipede's corpse, along with the venomous insects that crawled out of its body, rapidly turned black and dissolved at a visible speed, eventually turning into a pool of black, viscous liquid that seeped into the cement floor.

Yan Que then found some sand and covered it up. In no time, the place was restored to its original state, as if nothing had ever happened.

Throughout the entire process, Yan Que did it cleanly and efficiently, leaving no trace.

After dealing with all of this, Yan Que finally breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned against the wall, took out his precious pipe from his pocket, but didn't light it; he just held it under his nose and smelled it.

He looked at his son, who was standing not far away, curiously studying the black mark on the ground, and remained silent for a moment before speaking:

"Son, come here."

Yan Sen walked over.

"You set up a good plan today." Yan Que's expression was serious, without his usual playful smile.

"From luring him into the trap, to utilizing the terrain, and finally borrowing the evil energy of that jade, every step was meticulously planned. Even a seasoned veteran might not have been able to execute it as skillfully as you."

This was the highest praise Yan Sen had ever received from his father, one he had never heard before.

He felt a little smug, but he still maintained a calm expression, as if to say, "These are all basic operations."

"But..." Yan Que changed the subject, "your killing intent is still not enough."

"Not enough?" Yan Sen was stunned. "We killed him, father and son, and that's still not enough?"

"You didn't kill him, you played with him to death!" Yan Que's voice turned stern. "Look at you! You made him bang his head against the wall, you made him stab himself, and then you even nailed him to mid-air. Do you think that's cool, that's satisfying?"

Yan Sen, feeling a little embarrassed that his secret had been exposed, scratched his head.

He admitted that he did somewhat enjoy the feeling of having his enemies at his mercy.

"Let me tell you, this is a grave taboo!" Yan Que's voice suddenly rose. "Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit! Against an enemy, especially one who could potentially threaten our lives, we must either not act at all, or if we do, we must use the fastest, most direct, and most effective method to completely incapacitate them! If you had messed up in any aspect today, or if that guy playing with the insects had some kind of life-saving trump card you don't know about, you would be lying here right now!"

Yan Sen shrank back, too afraid to speak, after being yelled at.

He knew his adoptive father was right.

I was too playful and treated this life-or-death struggle like a game.

Seeing his son's receptive expression, Yan Que's tone softened. He walked over to Yan Sen, squatted down, and looked him in the eye.

"Son, remember this: our family's methods are called Feng Shui. What is Feng Shui? It's about sheltering from the wind, gathering Qi, and obtaining water. It's a science that harmonizes heaven and earth and nature. It's used to save people, help people, make the living comfortable, and let the dead sleep peacefully."

He pointed to the black stain on the ground.

"It's not meant for killing. So, when we have to use it to kill, we can't let God know that we're 'killing' people."

Yan Sen looked at him, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"What we need to do is 'borrow'," Yan Que's eyes deepened. "Borrow the right timing, the right place, and the right people. What we need to do is change the environment, create an 'accident'. Let him slip and fall to his death, let him be struck by lightning, let him choke on his water, let him die from a natural disaster, die by coincidence, die mysteriously, so that even if the company comes to investigate, they can only conclude that he was 'unlucky'."

"This is the highest level of 'technique' we Earthwalkers possess, and it's the foundation that has allowed us to survive in the world of supernatural beings until now."

Yan Sen was deeply shocked.

The most advanced technique is to cause someone else's death by accident.

Yan Sen seemed to understand something.

He recalled the entire process. Every time his father made a "disheveled" escape, every time he "just happened" to dodge an attack, it was all part of his plan. He guided the golden centipede to that "dead end" spot, guided him to jump up and crash into that steel bar, and even the place where he finally fell was something his father had "designed" long ago.

Throughout the entire process, his father seemed to only hit a few "golf" shots at the end, but in reality, he was the director who controlled the whole situation.

As for myself, although I set up the "Geng Metal Reversal Qi Formation" and seemed to be the main force in output, I was more like a "tool" responsible for execution.

What I pursue is the elegance and effect of the "technique".

What the old man pursued was the intangible nature and the result of the "Tao".

This is the gap.

"I understand, Father." Yan Sen nodded solemnly.

"Good to know." Yan Que patted his shoulder with relief, stood up, and said, "This place smells too bloody, we can't stay here long. Let's go back to that shabby gas station we just left for the night, and set off for Jiangxi first thing tomorrow morning."

"Let's go to Longhu Mountain!" Yan Sen's eyes lit up again.

He was already getting impatient.

He wanted to see what the place of the leader of the righteous path was really like.

He also wanted to see how his family's "using the heavens to kill" skill compared to the legendary Golden Light Thunder Technique.

The father and son packed their things and, under the cover of night, quietly left the unfinished building that had buried a Quanxing demon, returning to the abandoned gas station they had just left.

Tonight, I am destined to be sleepless.