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

"Ugh, I'm exhausted."

In Dou Le's spacious office, Xia He sprawled unceremoniously on the leather sofa, her long legs crossed and propped up on the edge of the coffee table, showing off her increasingly toned and perfect curves after intensive training.

She clutched a cushion, pounding it intermittently: "Uncle Dou, when will this ever end? If I keep working overtime like this, even the best skincare products won't be able to make up for the damage. If I get wrinkles later, will that be considered a work injury?"

Dou Le sat behind his desk, his already precarious hairline looking even more pathetic under the light.

He held a thermos in his hands, sighed with a wry smile, and said, "Xia, you should be content. If it were a work injury, the company would have already paid me a million or two for this head of hair."

"Indeed, the winds have been blowing in a strange direction lately."

Yan Sen sat next to Xia He, fiddling with his phone, his thumb rapidly tapping the screen. Without looking up, he asked, "Uncle Dou, how many cases of supernatural beings harming ordinary people have there been lately?"

"The seventeenth case."

Dou Le put down his thermos, rubbed his throbbing temples, and spoke with a deep sense of exhaustion.

"These rats, which usually only dare to hide in the sewers, have suddenly started jumping out all at once these past few days for some unknown reason. And their methods are so crude that it doesn't seem like premeditated at all."

"Maybe she's starving?" Yan Sen raised an eyebrow, finally put down his phone, leaned back, and let Xia He rest her head on his shoulder like a cat.

"I've asked my friends in North China and South China, and their jurisdictions are all quite normal. It's only in East China that it's happening everywhere."

Yan Sen gently twirled Xia He's pink hair with his fingers, but his eyes gradually turned cold. "This doesn't seem like a coincidence."

"Knock knock knock!"

A rapid knocking interrupted the conversation inside.

"Please come in." Dou Le instantly wiped the weariness off his face, sat up straight, and regained the authority of a regional manager.

The door was pushed open, and Dou Le's personal assistant strode in, his face looking rather grim.

"Mr. Dou, something's happened." The assistant spoke very quickly. "The two human traffickers that Sister Xia just caught are fighting amongst themselves in the solitary confinement cell. The bald guy who was driving somehow broke free and almost killed his accomplice."

"Internal strife?" Xia He lifted her head from Yan Sen's shoulder, looking completely bewildered. "Weren't those two acting all loyal and righteous when they were arrested? How come they turned on each other as soon as they went in?"

"Go and see for yourself."

Yan Sen stood up, patted the wrinkles on his pants, and exchanged a glance with Dou Le. "There must be a reason for wearing leather pants over cotton pants."

......

According to company regulations, individuals like Baldy, whose methods are relatively weak and who have not yet caused significant damage, are not required to use solitary confinement.

The usual treatment is to insert "closed-source needles" into his body to seal his Qi channels, and then lock him up with other prisoners, with two people taking turns guarding him each day.

This is how it should have been...

But today is different.

Before the group even got close, they could clearly hear the screams coming from inside the solitary confinement cell, like a wounded beast howling desperately in its cage.

"Mr. Dou."

"Brother Yan, Sister Xia."

The two employees guarding the door greeted Dou Le and his men as they approached, their faces still showing signs of shock.

"How is the situation?" Dou Le asked in a deep voice.

"We've got him under control." One of the employees wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "That bald guy is a bit strange. We even gave him acupuncture, so he shouldn't be able to do anything right now."

"But just now, this bald guy forcibly broke free of his handcuffs by self-harming and even pulled out the acupuncture needle from the back of his neck. He then grabbed his skinny accomplice's neck and bit him. If we hadn't made too much noise and been discovered, the skinny guy's neck would have been torn to shreds."

He broke free of his handcuffs by self-harm? And he can even pull out the acupuncture needles himself?

Dou Le and Yan Sen exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

The closed-loop needle is specifically designed for the Qi channels of extraordinary individuals.

Those whose Qi meridians are sealed need to exert a great deal of effort even for basic activities.

Let alone this third-rate trash, even a renowned top-tier expert would have to lie down obediently if he got stabbed.

Something's not right...

"Open the door."

Dou Le waved his hand.

Guessing is useless; you'll only know once you see it.

The heavy alloy door slid open slowly.

The room was dimly lit and had an indescribable smell.

The injured, emaciated man had been carried away for emergency treatment, and a large, shocking pool of blood remained on the ground.

In the corner of the room, the bald man was tightly bound by a specially made straitjacket. A gag was stuffed in his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and the veins on his neck were throbbing wildly like earthworms.

Even though he was bound like this, his body was still trembling violently, and strange "uh-uh" sounds were coming from his throat.

"This state..." Xia He frowned, subconsciously shrinking behind Yan Sen, a look of disgust on her face. "How disgusting."

As an expert in manipulating desires, she was all too familiar with this state of being bald.

The primordial spirit was driven away, and intense desires took over the spiritual platform.

To put it simply, it means that the obsession is too deep, and one is trapped in it and unable to extricate oneself.

Yan Sen walked straight up to the bald man.

He leaned forward slightly, and his originally dark eyes were tinged with a faint bluish-gold luster.

【All things are connected by Qi】, open.

In his vision, the world instantly shed its apparent colors and transformed into a network of Qi composed of countless lines and clusters of light.

The bald man's meridians were in a tangled mess, and the Qi that should have flowed smoothly was now in a strange state.

In his lower dantian, there was a huge ball of blue qi, far exceeding his own qi volume.

The energy was quietly resting there, without any unusual movement.

"That's interesting."

Yan Sen smiled faintly, slowly extended his right hand, and placed it on the bald man's lower abdomen.

With a thought, a wisp of extremely pure earth energy flowed from his palm and slowly entered the bald man's body.

The previously quiet, dark blue aura instantly stirred and boiled upon sensing this foreign, high-quality aura!

Instead of feeding back to the bald man, it frantically rushed towards the spleen-earth energy that Yan Sen had injected, attempting to devour this delicious offering.

Their greedy, impatient, and reckless attitude was simply outrageous.

"Hey, you've got quite an appetite, huh? You want to eat everything?"

Yan Sen chuckled softly, and a flash of earthy yellow light appeared in his palm.

The originally gentle spleen qi became as heavy as a mountain, directly suppressing the restless dark blue mass back into the depths of the dantian.

"puff!"

The bald man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body seemed to have had its spine removed, and he instantly went limp. The red light in his eyes also dissipated, and he fainted.

Yan Sen withdrew his hand, took out a wet wipe from his pocket, and slowly wiped each finger as if he had just touched something dirty.

"There is a huge ball of Qi inside his body that does not belong to him. This ball of Qi can absorb and transform the Qi of others and nourish the host. Doesn't this method seem familiar, Uncle Dou?"

Yan Sen turned around and looked at Dou Le with great interest.

Dou Le touched his receding hairline, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"You mean that Shen Chong from Quanxing?"

"Shen Chong?" Xia He was taken aback. "That troublemaker?"

"It's him, the guy who can lend out his Qi like a loan shark."

"But..." the assistant hesitated before speaking, "Mr. Dou, if Shen Chong did it, it doesn't make logical sense. The files record that Shen Chong's ability is 'Loan Sharking,' which only allows him to absorb the Qi of borrowers he marks to repay interest and strengthen himself if those borrowers kill other superhumans. This bald guy attacked ordinary people... and didn't even kill them..."

The amount of Qi gained from killing ordinary people is far too little, not even enough to repay the exorbitant 'interest' owed to Shen Chong, let alone make him stronger.

Doing so would only invite the company's full-scale manhunt.

This is practically a losing proposition for those who want to become stronger.

"Speaking of which, there's something that's been circulating in small circles since last year."

Yan Sen stroked his chin, pretending to ponder deeply.

"What's wrong?"

Dou Le was stunned for a moment. Had Xiao Yan found a breakthrough so quickly? That couldn't be...

Xia He had a lot to say about this. She wanted to tell Dou Le not to have too much hope for what Yan Sen was going to say next. Most of what he said was just nonsense he made up to ease the atmosphere.

"There are a few people in Quanxing who are preparing to debut as a group. It is said that so far there are three people: Shen Chong, the root of trouble; Gao Ning, the thunderous cannon; and Dou Mei, the intestinal poison."

"These three people correspond to wealth, power, and alcohol, and now all that's missing is lust. Xiangxiang, do you think it's possible that this whole thing was orchestrated by them, with the aim of luring you into the Quanxing group and debuting with them?"

"Go away, I knew you wouldn't say anything nice, you're never serious."

Xia He rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. He even tricked her into joining Quanxing? How could such a despicable and inelegant way of doing things possibly suit her taste?

Besides, their nicknames are awful, like "the root of all evil" or "thunder and smoke cannon." What should she be called? "Bone scraper"?

Pah! Just hearing that name makes it sound like something bad!

It feels kind of sultry!