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

The East China Regional Headquarters is located in an independent science and technology park on the outskirts of Nanchang.

On the surface, this appears to be a large-scale modern logistics and distribution center, with heavy trucks coming and going, creating a bustling scene. In reality, the three underground floors are all specially reinforced training grounds and detention cells for superhumans.

Yan Sen and Xia He got out of the car at the park entrance.

A smartly dressed executive was waiting at the door. After verifying their identities, he led the two through a long glass corridor and straight to the top floor manager's office.

Pushing open the door, the spacious office was filled with a faint aroma of tea.

A middle-aged man stood up from behind the desk.

He was wearing a slightly oversized light gray jacket, was rather thin, and had a dangerously receding hairline that had sunk to the back of his head, leaving only a stubborn ring of hair around the edge of his bald patch.

He wore a friendly, money-making smile, his eyes narrowed into slits, but paired with his bitter expression, he didn't seem to have anything to do with the word "approachable" at all.

Dou Le, Head of East China Region for Nadutong.

Xia He stood behind Yan Sen, her gaze sweeping over Dou Le's shiny bald head. She leaned close to Yan Sen's ear, lowered her voice, and whispered something only the two of them could hear.

"It is somewhat similar; you are good at describing people."

On the night she mistakenly thought Yan Sen was having an affair with another woman behind her back, Yan Sen described the appearance of the top official of the East China region to her—saying that he looked like Xie Guangkun and was almost bald.

Yan Sen smiled and gave her a smug wink.

"Oh, Xiaoyan! I've been waiting for you like the stars and the moon!"

Dou Le quickly walked around the desk, stretched out his hands from afar, and warmly shook Yan Sen's hands.

"Uncle Dou, you're too kind. I should have come to visit you much earlier." Yan Sen went along with it, his attitude impeccable.

Dou Le pulled Yan Sen to sit down on the sofa and personally poured tea.

"Xiao Yan, you don't come here unless you need something. Lao Liao, Gao Lian, and Lao Xu from North China, they all mentioned you a lot during the previous meeting."

Dou Le pushed the teacup in front of Yan Sen, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing, "I thought you didn't come to my place in East China because you had a problem with me, Old Dou."

"How could that be!" Yan Sen put down his teacup, looking aggrieved. "Uncle Dou, you're wronging me. Look, I haven't been to Uncle Hao Yi in the Southwest, Sister Ren Fei in Central China, or Uncle Hua Feng in the Northwest either."

He changed the subject, his tone becoming more casual.

"I have an acquaintance in the Northwest. I don't know if you know him. His name is Lao Meng."

"Uncle Dou, I'm not trying to be mean, but isn't the company exploiting its frontline employees a bit too much? I saw him once last year when I was there on business, and Uncle Meng was carrying a much stronger corporate slave vibe than he had in previous years. You could smell the stench of him working overtime from a distance. And those dark circles under his eyes, they're almost like a panda's."

When Lao Meng was mentioned, Dou Le's professional fake smile faded a bit, replaced by an expression of sympathy.

"Of course I know him. We've worked together a few times before. Old Meng has it tough. Most families only have one child to worry about, but Old Meng has two. These days, it's so hard to make money. Everyone's destined to be a workaholic."

Dou Le touched his bald head and sighed, "But at least Lao Meng has a decent amount of hair. In that respect, he's much better than me."

Self-deprecation among adults is often the fastest way to build rapport.

Yan Sen's eyes lit up, and he immediately sat up straight, his expression becoming extremely serious.

"Uncle Dou, I don't like hearing you talk about yourself like that! How can that be the same thing?"

Dou Le was taken aback: "How is it different?"

"Is this just ordinary hair loss? Absolutely not!" Yan Sen waved his hand, his voice resounding, "Your hair loss is for the people! It's for the well-being of the millions of people in East China!"

Yan Sen pointed at Dou Le's forehead with great distress.

"Every single hair that has fallen is proof of your hard work and dedication at your post! It's a medal! This hair loss carries such weight! What are Old Meng's few strands of hair compared to your bald patch? They're nothing!"

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Xia He's hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air, her shoulders shaking as she tried to suppress her laughter.

Dou Le blushed, waved his hands repeatedly, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

"Alright, alright! Xiao Yan, stop bragging for me!" Dou Le quickly interrupted Yan Sen's spellcasting. "If you keep bragging like this and someone hears it, I'm afraid the Discipline Inspection Commission will send someone down to investigate me tomorrow!"

Yan Sen chuckled and decided to stop while he was ahead.

The atmosphere became completely familiar.

Dou Le took a sip of tea to calm himself down, then turned his gaze to Xia He, who had been sitting quietly to the side.

"Let me tell you the truth, Xiaoyan, flattering me won't work."

Dou Le's expression returned to its shrewdness as he was at work. "I admire you, but we still need to handle this Xia He matter strictly by business. We need to go through the proper procedures and conduct the necessary tests."

"Please don't misunderstand, every word I uttered to praise you came from the bottom of my heart. Your personal charm is evident to all in East China..."

"Stop, stop, stop... Hold on, let's get back to the testing..."

Xia He put down her teacup, stood up, and straightened her clothes.

"Mr. Dou, how do we test it?"

The training ground for the East China region is located on the third basement level. It is a fully enclosed structure with specially reinforced walls and floors, capable of withstanding typical battles with superhumans.

"This way."

Dou Le swipes open the heavy alloy door, revealing an extremely spacious interior filled with various training equipment.

At this moment, four people were already standing in the center of the field.

They varied in age, appearance, height, and weight, but they had one thing in common: the Qi emanating from each of them was extremely concentrated.

"Xiao Yan, these four people are the backbone of the field team. Each of them is an excellent individual."

Dou Le stood with his hands behind his back, looking down. "We've already done a background check on Miss Xia. Her abilities are indeed exceptional, but when the company sends people out on field assignments, ability alone isn't enough. Intelligence, character, and solid, undeniable skills are all indispensable."

Yan Sen leaned lazily against the glass, looking at the tall figure below with full confidence.

"I can't prove it with words, Uncle Dou, you should see for yourself."

Xia He pushed open the heavy alloy door and walked into the training ground.

Today she wore a sporty outfit that allowed for easy movement, and her long pink hair was tied into a neat high ponytail. Gone was her usual deliberate air of languor and coquettishness; instead, she exuded a clean and crisp, dashing aura.

The four skilled employees instantly became wary when they saw Xia He.

They were all aware of this woman's abilities; she was unreasonable and difficult to guard against.

Xia He walked to the center of the field and stopped.

She didn't adopt any defensive or offensive stance; she simply stretched casually.

"call--"

A visible pink aura erupted from her center in an instant.

A misty haze, carrying a sweet fragrance that soothes the soul, quickly spreads in all directions.

The four men's expressions changed drastically, and they all retreated, holding their breath and circulating their innate Qi to guard their minds, fearing that they would fall into Xia He's trap.

However, just as the pink energy was about to touch them...

Xia He parted her red lips slightly and took a gentle breath.

"Whoosh—"

The pink mist, as if time had reversed and a whale had sucked in water, was instantly drawn back into her body.

The area returned to its previous state of clarity, without even a trace of sweet fragrance remaining.

With a balance of control and release, he handled the task with effortless ease.

The four skilled fighters looked at each other, sweat beading on their foreheads.

The fleeting moment of impulsiveness they felt just now made them truly realize how terrifying Xia He was, and also made them understand the difference between reading written words and confronting her face to face.

The observation room on the second floor.

A hint of admiration flashed in Dou Le's eyes.

"Very good control," Dou Le muttered to himself. "Didn't the intelligence say that she couldn't completely control the leakage of her supernatural abilities before?"

"A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days' absence," Yan Sen said with a smile.

Inside the venue.

Xia He performed a small display of skill. Instead of looking at the four opponents who were waiting in ambush, she looked up and accurately located Yan Sen's position behind the glass.

She winked her right eye playfully in that direction.

Then, she stopped smiling.

There were no signs whatsoever.

Xia He twisted her waist sharply, her right leg like a spring compressed to its limit, lashing out with a piercing whistling sound as it struck the empty air three meters to her right.

"Bang!"

A dull thud of flesh colliding echoed through the empty training ground.

"Oh my goodness!"

A scream suddenly rang out from nowhere.

A figure appeared in mid-air as if hit by a speeding car, flew several meters away, crashed heavily into the alloy wall, and slid down.

It was a thin man wearing a gray bodysuit, who was currently clutching his stomach and curled up on the ground in pain, his camouflage ability completely ineffective.

The four company employees who were preparing to attack Xia He were all stunned. They didn't even know when another person had appeared in the room.

Inside the observation room.

Yan Sen turned his head, looked at Dou Le who was standing stiffly beside him, and said in a low voice,

"Uncle Dou, are there actually five of the Four Heavenly Kings in our East China region?"

A fine layer of sweat seeped from Dou Le's temples.

He coughed twice, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

"Ahem... well, it's better to be safe than sorry. After all, anything can happen during a mission. This kid's ability is camouflage, his ability to conceal his presence is unparalleled; even I have a hard time spotting him normally. I didn't expect... Miss Xia's senses to be so sharp, is it a talent?"

Yan Sen didn't speak, but simply turned his gaze back to the training field.

Talent? Not at all.

Those were all earned through Ding Shian's punches and kicks.

"You all saw that, didn't you? Miss Xia is very strong. We don't need to hold back! Let's attack side by side!"

The burly leader roared, his muscles bulging, and a faint metallic sheen appeared on his skin. He was practicing external martial arts, using the Golden Bell Shield technique.

He crashed into Xia He like a human tank.

The other three worked together seamlessly.

One person formed hand seals and spewed flames to block Xia He's retreat; another drew a short sword and moved like a ghost to the flank; the last person created distance and waved his hands repeatedly, sending several sharp wind blades piercing the air.

They cooperated seamlessly and without reservation.

Faced with this level of encirclement, Xia He's eyes remained frighteningly calm, her pupils reflecting every movement of the four men.

"Observe its form, then break its momentum."

Ding Shian's teachings flashed through his mind.

The burly man's charge seemed fierce, but his center of gravity shifted slightly when his left foot landed; although the flames were intense, he needed to consider the angle to avoid injuring his own men; the short knife on the flank was angled trickily, but the muscles in his wrist were too tense.

It's full of flaws.

Xia He moved.

Instead of retreating, she charged towards the burly man with his powerful muscles.

Just as the two were about to collide, Xia He suddenly lowered her body and accurately kicked the muscle on the outside of the strong man's left knee with her right foot.

"Click".

The burly man stumbled, his massive body losing balance and falling forward.

Using the momentum, Xia He leaped into the air, her body twisting incredibly in mid-air to avoid the whistling wind blades. At the same time, she braced herself with one hand on the broad back of the burly man, like a pole vaulter, and cleared the blockade of flames.

Landed, turned around.

The short knife that attacked from the flank was right in front of her.

too slow.

Xia He reached out with her left hand, and with two very gentle fingers, flicked the thin side of the short knife.

"Ding!"

The steel dagger snapped in two with a snap.

Before the knife-wielding assailant could react, Xia He's right palm was already planted on his chest.

He didn't use that pink Qi; it was just pure physical explosive power.

"Bang!"

The sword-wielding assailant flew backward and crashed into the fire-breathing assailant, the two rolling around in a heap.

The last of the superhumans who unleashed the wind blades saw that things were going badly and was about to create distance to attack again.

Xia He pushed off with her feet, and like an arrow released from a bow, she instantly closed in on him. A clean and swift chop to the neck artery.

His eyes rolled back, he lost consciousness, and collapsed.

The battle is over.

The entire process took less than five minutes.

Xia He stood in the center of the field, patted the dust off her hands, her breathing was steady, and she didn't even break a sweat.

She won so easily, it felt like a coaching match.

The observation room on the second floor.

Dou Le squinted, his teacup tilting slightly, spilling a few drops of tea onto his trousers.

"This...doesn't match the intelligence?" Dou Le frowned. "This level of physical skill wasn't mentioned at all in the report. These unreliable guys."

The information clearly states that Xia He relies heavily on her superpowers and that close combat is her weakness.

This is a weakness? He's even better at fighting than most of his employees who specialize in physical combat!

"Uncle Dou, people can improve." Yan Sen handed Dou Le a tissue and pointed to his pants. "It's just that she's improving a little too fast."

The pride in his voice was palpable.

Dou Le took the tissue and wiped his pants, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

He looked at the tall, pink-haired woman in the training field again, his gaze completely changed.

If Dou Le had agreed to take Xia He in the first place, it was more of a "let's give it a shot" mentality. He figured he'd give it a try, since he had nothing to lose anyway.

Things are different now; he genuinely wants to keep Xia He.

A top-tier expert with unpredictable superpowers and formidable close-combat skills.

It would be such a waste to let such a talented person go!

"Xiao Yan, don't say anything more." Dou Le slapped his thigh and made a decisive decision, "I'll keep her. She won't have a permanent position, but she'll enjoy the highest level of employee benefits, and she'll get bonuses for missions."

"Uncle Dou is straightforward," Yan Sen laughed.

The two pushed open the door and walked out of the observation room to the training ground.

When Xia He saw Yan Sen come down, she immediately dropped her cold and aloof demeanor, walked over quickly, and took Yan Sen's arm in a very natural manner.

"How was it? Did I embarrass you?" Xia He tilted her head back, her azure eyes filled with anticipation for praise.

"Thanks to you, I have a lot of face in front of Uncle Dou." Yan Sen ruffled her pink hair and praised her.

Dou Le watched the two of them, oblivious to everyone else, showering each other with affection, and felt that he, the bright third wheel, was a bit too overpowering.

"Miss Xia, welcome to Nadutong." Dou Le smiled and extended his hand.

Xia He released Yan Sen's arm and shook hands with Dou Le generously.

"I will be grateful for Mr. Dou's care in the future."