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

Huaan Knitting Factory, on the outskirts of Nanchang City.

This old factory, built in the 1980s, has been out of production for many years.

The weeds in the factory area grew taller than a person, the rusty iron gate lay to one side, and the red brick walls were covered with red "demolish" characters drawn in large circles.

The factory was spacious and cold inside, with thick dust and scraps of waste material on the ground.

Shen Chong was sitting on a set of worn-out sofas.

He was dressed in a well-tailored suit and his shoes were polished to a shine, which seemed out of place in the dilapidated surroundings.

Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man with a hunched back and a full beard.

The man had his hands on either side of his trouser seams, leaned slightly forward, his face filled with greed and desire, and his eyes were fixed on Shen Chong's right palm.

There floated a ball of dark blue energy, about the size of a basketball, slowly rotating and emitting an alluring ripple.

"Are you ready?"

Shen Chong pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and asked in a calm tone.

"Ready...ready, Boss Shen! I'm ready!"

The man nodded frantically, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, the sound of him swallowing clearly audible in the empty factory.

Shen Chong didn't waste any more words and pushed his palm forward.

The wisp of dark blue energy crashed directly into the man's chest.

"Ugh—!"

The man groaned and his body jerked backward as if struck by a heavy hammer.

But he did not fall.

The moment that ball of Qi entered his body, it did not repel his own Qi. Instead, like water seeping into a sponge, it quickly merged into his meridians.

The man staggered a couple of steps before regaining his footing.

He looked down at his hands, clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles cracked like popping beans.

"Power...this is power..."

The man muttered to himself, his originally cloudy eyes now filled with bloodshot veins and ecstasy, but he did not notice that a faint layer of red aura quietly appeared on his body.

"Alright, I've told you all the rules."

Shen Chong took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hands, as if he had just touched something unclean.

"Remember, you must open for business within three days."

He held up three fingers.

"I value integrity above all else in business. I lend you money so that we can both benefit. But if I don't receive the interest, I will take back the principal."

Shen Chong looked at the man, his eyes behind the glasses devoid of any warmth.

"If it causes your innate Qi to flow in reverse, that won't feel good. Don't blame me for not warning you in advance."

"Mr. Shen, don't worry! Don't worry!"

The man looked up abruptly, a fawning smile on his face. "I'll do it as soon as possible... as soon as possible..."

"As soon as possible..."

The man repeated those two words, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at a shadowy corner of the factory.

There, at some point, a fat monk appeared, wearing a loose robe and with his chest and breasts exposed.

The monk was holding a string of prayer beads in his hand, looking at him with a smile.

Upon seeing the monk's smile, the man's body involuntarily trembled.

next second.

The obsequiousness on the man's face vanished, replaced by extreme rage.

"You fucking four-eyes! Who do you think you're threatening?!"

The man pointed at Shen Chong's nose and cursed loudly, spitting everywhere.

"I'm powerful now! Why should I take orders from you? Believe me, I'll kill you right now!"

Shen Chong sat on the sofa, not even lifting his eyelids, and just shook his head helplessly.

Before the man could finish cursing, his expression changed again.

His rage subsided instantly, his features contorted in pain, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

"Waaaaah... My life is so miserable..."

The man knelt down with a thud, pounding his fists on the dusty ground and wailing loudly.

"My wife ran off with someone else...and the kids aren't mine...what's the point of me living...?"

"Boss Shen... I'll return it to you... I won't lend it to you anymore... I might as well just die..."

The cries echoed through the factory, mournful and desperate.

However, only three seconds passed.

The crying stopped abruptly.

The man suddenly jumped up from the ground, put his hands on his hips, and roared to the sky.

"Hahaha! I'm invincible! What's this little thing!"

"Master Shen! You're awesome! With this power, I'm going to kill all those who looked down on me! Hahahaha!"

The man spun around in place, gesticulating wildly as if he were insane.

In less than a minute, he experienced three completely different extreme emotions: anger, despair, and ecstasy.

Shen Chong frowned and turned to look at the fat monk in the corner.

"Gao Ning, stop messing with him."

"Even if it breaks later, it'll still be useful. I had a hard time finding this."

"Mr. Shen, you are mistaken."

Gao Ning twirled the prayer beads in his hand, his smile compassionate and gentle.

"I didn't toy with him."

"Even a highly accomplished monk like the Tripitaka Master endured eighty-one tribulations before obtaining the true scriptures. How could one become stronger and gain extraordinary power without paying any price?"

Gao Ning patted his round belly, speaking casually.

"This humble monk is merely helping him strengthen his resolve. If he can't even overcome this inner demon, how can he possibly attain enlightenment?"

Shen Chong didn't speak, but just stared at Gao Ning for a while.

Seeing this, Gao Ning chuckled. Although he spoke in a high-sounding manner, he still gave Shen Chong face.

His fingers, which were holding the rosary beads, paused slightly.

An invisible wave instantly subsided.

In the center of the factory, the red aura emanating from the man gradually dissipated.

He stopped laughing wildly, his body went limp, and he almost fell over.

Those extreme emotions receded like the tide, leaving only one thing—fear.

A fear that runs deep in your bones.

He glanced at Shen Chong in horror, then at Gao Ning in the corner, as if he were looking at two devils.

"Go."

Shen Chong waved his hand.

The man felt as if he had been granted a pardon and scrambled toward the factory gate without daring to look back.

The factory has returned to quiet.

Shen Chong watched the man's disappearing figure, sighed, and took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"Don't forget my request: target ordinary people, that way it will be more noticeable."

He shouted something at the empty gate, but he didn't know if the person heard him.

"The place you chose this time, Benefactor Shen, is truly excellent."

Gao Ning stood up, slowly walked to the opposite side of Shen Chong and sat down, causing the old sofa to creak and groan.

He looked around, surveying the abandoned industrial site.

"This place is remote and sparsely populated, making it a good hiding place."

Gao Ning then changed the subject.

"But I heard that this place is going to be renovated in about two weeks. Apparently, it's going to be turned into some kind of creative park."

"Are you sure that pink-haired female benefactor could really find this place before then?"

Shen Chong exhaled a smoke ring, watching the smoke swirl and rise within the pillar of light.

"If we can't find it, we can't find it."

His tone was extremely casual, as if he didn't care about the matter at all.

"If she doesn't even have this much ability, she's not worth all the effort we put into recruiting her."

"Besides..."

"Am I the only one who wants to recruit her? Sister Dou isn't interested, she finds it too troublesome, and didn't even come. As for you..."

Shen Chong glanced at Gao Ning.

"What you're interested in is just seeing what kind of chaos would occur if we recruited people from the company into Quanxing, right?"

"as well as......"

"If you fail, you can see her struggling under your Twelve Labors Formation, even to the point of mental breakdown. Am I right?"

Gao Ning's smile widened, his fat cheeks bunching up, making him look even more compassionate.

"Benefactor Shen, it's better to see through it but not say it."

He put his hands together and recited a Buddhist chant.

"Just like how I didn't reveal your fun to you."

"What absorption? You're clearly after that female benefactor, aren't you?"

"I only saw her once from afar in the Tianjin area before, and I just couldn't forget her."

"They're really deeply in love, willing to risk their lives to cause trouble in the East China region."

Gao Ning clicked his tongue twice, his face full of mockery.

"Furthermore, I must correct you."

What you said before was all correct, but not entirely.

"Seeing you running around and scheming for a woman is one of the pleasures of my being here."

Shen Chong paused for a moment as he pushed up his glasses.

The air in the factory seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Why are you, a monk, so gossipy?"

Shen Chong's voice rose a few decibels, carrying a hint of embarrassment and anger.

Does it matter whether I like her or not?

He stood up and paced back and forth in front of the sofa, his leather shoes making a harsh sound as they stepped on the scrap metal.

"The important thing is that we're missing someone!"

"We've already come up with a name: the Four Madmen of Quanxing: Wine, Women, Wealth, and Temper. We already have wine, temper, and wealth; all we're missing is 'women'!"

Shen Chong stopped and pointed in the direction of the factory gate.

"Her abilities are perfect! A natural embodiment of lust!"

"With her joining, we'll have a full four of us 'madmen'! We'll be able to do so much more than we do now!"

Shen Chong looked at Gao Ning, his glasses reflecting the red glow of the setting sun, obscuring his eyes.

"Monk, why don't you do the divination? Do you think we'll succeed this time?"

Gao Ning looked at Shen Chong with a playful smile.

He knows his partner too well.

No, it should be said that he understands himself too well; their essence is the same.

Let those who willingly degenerate fall into the abyss, and help those who can clear their minds and control their desires to go further.

Of course, nobody knows exactly what kind of person the other party is, so we have to try it first.

Shen Chong felt desire for the pink-haired female benefactor.

Maybe so, but the possessiveness of wanting to get your hands on the toy you want is more important.

"I think..."

Gao Ning was about to say something sarcastic.

"I'm afraid not!"

A clear, sharp shout suddenly came from the factory gate, interrupting his words.

"Um?"

Shen Chong and Gao Ning were both taken aback and turned to look at the doorway.

A tall figure walked in against the light from the half-collapsed iron gate.

The person who arrived was Xia He.

She wasn't wearing that NTD uniform.

Or rather, she is undressing.

As Xia He strode inside, she reached out and unzipped the brown work jacket she was wearing.

"Splash—"

She ripped off her coat and tossed it aside.

The coat hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

At this moment, she was wearing a black, tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt that was easy to work with, paired with slim-fitting cargo pants and Doc Martens boots.

This outfit perfectly accentuated her stunning figure while also exuding a capable and sassy vibe.

She lowered her head, slowly and deliberately tightened the wristband on her wrist, and then stretched her neck.

"Click."

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly clear in the quiet factory.

"Want to recruit your sister into the Quanxing Sect?"

Xia He raised her head, her deep blue eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

Pink Qi gushed out of her body without reservation.

This energy was no longer scattered as before, but condensed into a substantial form, like a pink gauze draped over her body.

The airflow spread outwards from her, scattering the dust on the ground, and her long pink hair danced wildly behind her head.

"Easy!"

Xia He's lips curled up into a cold smile as she pointed a finger at the bewildered Shen Chong and Gao Ning.

"I'll make you kneel down and tell me later..."

"How do you plan to recruit Sister?"

Shen Chong composed himself, looked at the woman bathed in pink aura, slowly pushed up his glasses, and exclaimed with excitement.

"Monk..."

"See, I told you she could find it."

"and......"

"She's even more perfect than I imagined."