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

The moonlight outside the window was half-hidden by thick clouds. The villa in Rainbow Garden had its doors and windows wide open to let the pungent smell of the mutton hotpot dissipate.

Hot pot lamb is very fragrant and satisfying to eat, but the smell can easily get on your clothes, which is quite unpleasant.

The three of them lay on the living room carpet in a "川" (river) shape.

Yan Sen rested his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and stared blankly at the European-style chandelier on the ceiling.

To his right is Xia He, who has just had a good time and is currently in a period of repentance. To Xia He's right is Feng Baobao, who has already entered "standby mode" and has a blank look in her eyes.

The three of them enjoyed the tranquility of the moment, feeling the cool breeze blowing through the room.

"Xiangxiang, your Qi is much more stable than before."

Feng Baobao suddenly spoke, her voice sounding somewhat ethereal in the quiet living room.

Xia He lay lazily on her side, her long, fair legs crossed beneath her wine-red silk robe, resembling a piece of fine white porcelain.

Hearing Feng Baobao's praise, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly: "Really? To receive a compliment from Baobao, it seems my suffering this past month wasn't in vain."

"Hmm." Feng Baobao nodded seriously, "The Qi in your body used to be like a basin of water about to be spilled, you couldn't take it back, and you couldn't get it all out. Now it's like a ball full of water, it's still shaking, but it's not leaking anymore. Compared to that silly Lao Si, you're only a little bit worse."

"Pfft—" Yan Sen laughed out loud from the side, "If Xu Laosi heard you using him as a reference point, he would probably cry himself to death in the toilet."

"However," Feng Baobao changed the subject, her words striking Xia He's heart directly, "Come on, your progress is going to slow down. You need to start taking a different path. Just being able to meditate doesn't mean you can fight. You'll still get bullied when you go out. You can control your pink smoke now, but you still need to know how to release it."

She suddenly sat up and stared at Xia He: "Xiangxiang, you need to learn to fight."

Xia He paused for a moment, then rested her chin on her hand with a hint of helplessness: "Fighting? Baby, I can fight, I just don't like it. Fighting is so inelegant."

"Elegance? What's the use of that?" Yan Sen sat up, pulled out a copper coin from somewhere, and tossed it in his hand. "Sister Bao is right. If we were to describe your current state in a game, you have a long mana bar and decent skills, but your reflexes can't keep up. If you really face someone with super strength who can throw bricks, you're definitely done for."

Xia He shrank back, knowing that Yan Sen was right; she was least adept at dealing with this kind of reckless, close-quarters combat opponent.

"However, my close combat skills are only so-so, so I specially found you a good teacher," Yan Sen chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes. "I originally wanted Sister Bao Bao to teach you, but she just came back from a mission and needs to rest."

Xia He lay between the two, her resentment overflowing. She had been quite happy to hear her baby praise her, thinking she could get a few days off, but now, it was all ruined.

"You two... Master Yan, baby, can I rest for a bit?" Xia He looked utterly dejected. "I just had some brown sugar water, and my period hasn't started yet. Can I have a break?"

Yan Sen glanced at Xia He, his clear gaze making Xia He feel a little guilty.

"You'll definitely get some rest. The teacher I found for you is probably off somewhere in the woods right now. He'll be on his way here after I called, it'll take him at least three to five days."

Xia He, who had been looking miserable, suddenly brightened up like a light bulb when she heard the word "rest".

"Really? You can sleep in late? No need for standing meditation? No need for sitting meditation?"

"Granted." Yan Sen waved his hand.

"Hooray!" Xia He cheered, throwing herself onto a cushion. "Finally, I can go back to how things were a few days ago!"

Feng Baobao opened her mouth, about to say, "I'm not tired, I can teach," when Xia He precisely stuffed a peeled grape into her mouth.

"Baby, rest! Take a break!" Xia He smiled like a fox that had just stolen some fish.

For the next three days, Xia He truly lived the life she had always dreamed of.

He sleeps until he naturally wakes up every day, wanders around the villa in a silk robe, watches "My Own Swordsman" while holding half a watermelon, and even drags Feng Baobao to do those silly aerobics exercises in the living room.

Yan Sen didn't bother with her. He went into his study and studied the ancient books he had brought back from his travels. He would occasionally come out to cook a meal. His life was peaceful and comfortable.

However, happy days are always short-lived.

The morning of the fourth day.

Sunlight streamed into the living room. Xia He had just gotten up and taken a shower. Her long, pink hair was still wet and draped over her back, and she carried a faint scent of shower gel.

She hummed "Seven Mile Fragrance" as she prepared to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, she noticed that the atmosphere inside was a bit off.

Yan Sen and Feng Baobao were not in the living room, but there were sounds of conversation coming from the courtyard.

"...Brother Ding, how's this place? Not bad, right?"

"Absolutely! It's a quiet oasis in the city, a rare gem!"

Xia He pushed open the door to the French windows.

The sunlight was a bit too bright, and she squinted instinctively.

In the courtyard, Yan Sen and Feng Baobao were sitting opposite a man at a stone table.

The man was wearing an ordinary gray tracksuit and had a neat buzz cut.

What is most striking is the dark red mark between his eyebrows, resembling a cinnabar mole.

It added an indescribable air of authority to that face that looked righteous and even somewhat dull.

The man sat there, his entire demeanor like a block of raw iron; though he didn't move, he gave off the feeling that he could shatter even a steel plate.

"Brother Ding, you're fast! I thought you'd need two more days," Yan Sen said with a smile as he poured the man a cup of tea.

"I set off as soon as I received your letter. I've recently hit a bottleneck in my cultivation, so I wanted to get away and clear my head."

Ding Shian waved his hand, and then his gaze fell precisely on Xia He.

"Little brother," he pointed at Xia He with his index finger, his voice as calm as ever, "the one you mentioned... the one who needs my help to lay a foundation, is she her?"

Xia He felt a sudden tightness all over her body. This feeling of being locked on by a powerful person almost caused her internal energy to go out of control.

Yan Sen turned his head and saw Xia He standing there dumbfounded, so he waved to her: "Xiangxiang, come here quickly and meet the teacher I found for you. Call him Brother Ding."

Xia He came into the courtyard and, forcing herself to speak, called out "Brother Ding".

At the same time, Yan Sen naturally put his arm around Ding Shian's shoulder.

The two were quite different in size. Yan Sen's movement looked like he was hanging on Ding Shian, but Ding Shian didn't seem to mind at all. Instead, he lowered his body to cooperate.

"Brother Ding, her name is Xia He." Yan Sen leaned close to Ding Shian's ear, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Xia He to hear clearly. "You'll have to go through the trouble and put in a little extra effort, after all... she might be your sister-in-law in the future. If it weren't important, I wouldn't have troubled you to make this trip yourself, Brother Ding."

"Buzz—"

Xia He felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her mind going completely blank.

Sister-in-law?

What did that bastard just say?

The water droplets that hadn't been dried yet slid down her neck and into her collar, sending a chill through her, but they couldn't suppress the instant blush that burst onto Xia He's face.

She stared intently at Yan Sen, her fists clenched tightly. She had a million complaints she wanted to vent, but her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

That straight shot...you hit it way too straight!

Are you trying to score a goal directly?

Ding Shian paused for a moment, then carefully examined Xia He, before glancing at Yan Sen, who had a mischievous grin on his face.

"I see." Ding Shian stood up solemnly, nodded slightly to Xia He, his expression serious and earnest. "Since you are my sister-in-law, I will certainly teach you everything I know. You can rest assured, little brother."

Xia He: "..."

That's it, now it's completely impossible to explain.

Wait, what's wrong with these two? One dares to say it, and the other actually believes it!

Damn it, my vacation... is over so quickly...

---

Yan Sen is a man of principle, especially when it comes to his friends.

Ding Shian was able to drop everything and rush over from out of town because of his phone call. Yan Sen will remember this kindness.

So, on the very night Ding Shian arrived, Yan Sen arranged a welcome banquet.

"Brother Ding, let's not go out to eat. Those fancy restaurants outside, although the food is exquisite, it's not very interesting. So I hired a master chef to cook at home, and we'll eat here."

While tidying up the tea set, Yan Sen invited Ding Shian into the house.

The first floor of the villa had changed.

A man in his fifties, dressed in a white chef's uniform, was directing his assistant to set the table.

The man's surname was Li. He looked refined and gentle, but through the sharp sword energy flowing from his fingertips, one could tell that he was clearly a master who had been immersed in sword energy for many years.

"Master Li, thank you for your hard work today." Yan Sen politely offered a pack of cigarettes.

"You're too kind." Master Li accepted the cigarette but didn't light it, instead tucking it behind his ear. He glanced at Ding Shian in the courtyard, a barely perceptible hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes. "It's my honor to serve you and your friend."

This Mr. Li usually works at a top-tier private club in Tianjin, serving only bigwigs in the elite circle or billionaires with a net worth of over 100 million yuan.

He brought a complete set of ingredients and kitchen utensils with him this time.

Ding Shian had been declining, saying, "Young man, we can just get some meat from a roadside stall. This is too extravagant and too elaborate. There's no need for this kind of formality between us."

But once Chef Li started serving the dishes, Ding Shian's mouth never closed again.

"The first dish is braised red snapper. This fish was just caught from the sea this morning and flown in," Yan Sen said casually, pointing to the bright red fish on the table.

Immediately afterwards, the dishes were served in a continuous stream.

The golden shark fin soup was thick and tempting; the sashimi tuna had its belly fat glistening under the light; and the braised three-headed abalone from Dalian was almost as big as Xia He's palm.

Abalone stewed with five-finger peach, steamed Australian lobster, king crab in casserole with garlic, steamed grouper, braised sea cucumber with scallions...

Finally, the main course was served: black pepper asparagus and Wagyu beef.

Xia He looked at the table full of delicacies and delicacies, and felt a little numb.

"Only at times like this can I truly believe you might actually be a young master..."

She'd eaten good food before, but compared to this top-notch private chef service, it was practically like a roadside stall.

"To accommodate everyone's appetite, I asked Chef Li to prepare three servings of each dish." Yan Sen pointed to the exquisitely prepared dishes on the table and said calmly, "Brother Ding, Sister Bao, Xiangxiang, let's start eating."

Ding Shian looked at the plate of Wagyu beef, then at Yan Sen, and after a long while, he managed to stammer out, "Little brother... I remember you told me before that you grew up on the streets?"

"Yeah, we were homeless." Yan Sen said matter-of-factly, "When my dad took me homeless, we often didn't have enough to eat, and sometimes we even had to fight with dogs for food. But now we're not homeless anymore, so we should enjoy life when it's time to enjoy it."

Feng Baobao didn't have that many thoughts. She looked at the table full of meat, and her mouth was practically watering down to her feet.

"Can wood... be eaten?"

"Eat! Eat whatever you want!" Yan Sen waved his hand and turned to pay the bill for Chef Li.

Just then, a sudden screech of brakes came from the main gate.

"Wooden head! Brother's here!"

Xu Si's signature loud voice rang out from outside the door.

After Yan Sen finished paying the bill and saw off Master Li and his team, he ran into Xu Si, who was barging in, at the entrance.

Xu Si, carrying two bottles of Moutai, looked excited. "Wood! You're really something! You knew I was dying from writing reports these past few days, so you specially prepared this for me? Let me tell you, I don't care for ordinary stuff..."

Before Xu Si could finish speaking, he had already stepped into the restaurant.

Then, he froze on the spot.

The Moutai in his hand fell to his feet with a "thud," but thankfully it didn't break.

Xu Si stared dumbfounded at the table full of king crab, Australian lobster, and black pepper Wagyu beef, then looked at the group of people who were swallowing hard and waiting for Yan Sen to be served.

"This...this is a business banquet?" Xu Si turned to look at Yan Sen, his voice trembling.

"You're overthinking it. I didn't need the company to reimburse me; I spent all my own money." Yan Sen chuckled, patting Xu Si on the shoulder and leading him to the table. "Don't say your brother didn't miss you this time."

Xu Si's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He had initially thought that the food at the Mu family's house couldn't be that good, but now he even felt that his two bottles of Moutai were not worthy of the dishes.

"Um... Wood, if you need anything from me, just say it. Give me a straight answer. This is making me a little uncomfortable..." Xu Si sat down between Feng Baobao and Ding Shian, picked up his chopsticks, his hands still trembling slightly. "Are you short of assassins?"

"Get lost!" Yan Sen opened a bottle of Moutai and poured Xu Si a glass. "Hurry up and eat, eating won't shut you up."

Xu Si didn't stand on ceremony and picked up a piece of sea cucumber and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Mmm... Holy crap! This smells amazing!"

For a moment, only the sounds of chewing and Xu Si's occasional exclamations of surprise remained on the dining table.

Yan Sen held his cola and looked at the group of people sitting around the table.

Under the luxurious lights and amidst the expensive food, he felt a sense of peace and security.

Eating at the same table with these people, I feel incredibly safe, more than safe.

"Brother Ding." Yan Sen raised his glass.

Ding Shian put down his chopsticks and raised his glass as well.

"Thanks, bro."

"We're family, no need to be so polite." Yan Sen downed his drink in one gulp.

Xia He sat to the side, looking at Yan Sen's profile.

In that instant, she suddenly realized that the noble air that this young man sometimes exuded did not entirely come from how much money he had or how powerful his methods were, but rather from his confidence in handling any situation with ease.

This confidence stems from his strength, but even more so from his heart.

"Xiangxiang, what are you looking at? If you don't grab those crab legs soon, Baobao will eat them all," Yansen reminded her.

Xia He snapped out of her daze, looked at Feng Baobao who was struggling with the crab legs, and chuckled.

"Baby, save one for me!"