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

"Shen Chong! Stop standing there! Show some skill, or we'll both be left here!"

Gao Ning's chubby face, which always maintained a benevolent expression, finally broke down at this moment.

He yelled at the top of his lungs, no longer calling him "benefactor," and his voice cracked.

Gao Ning was genuinely a little panicked.

He had considered the possibility that Yan Sen was merely good at concealing his presence and that his actual combat strength was only average.

After all, in the world of supernatural beings, there are indeed some special methods that can be used without being detected by others.

So ever since Yan Sen revealed himself, Gao Ning had been secretly activating the Twelve Labors of Emotion Array, trying to influence his emotions.

But the feedback that came back was somewhat unbelievable to him.

solid.

I have never seen such robust meridians.

If a normal person's meridians are like a wooden chopstick to him, then Yan Sen's meridians are like an iron chopstick; no matter how hard he tries, he can only bend them slightly.

This kid is a monster!

Shen Chong, on the other side, heard Gao Ning's loud shouts.

His eyes were bloodshot, the burning desire caused by his arousal and the anger brought on by his exhaustion were still tearing at his body, but at this moment, the omnipresent sense of crisis made him forcibly suppress everything.

"I know!"

Shen Chong gritted his teeth, and the Qi within his body surged forth once more.

This was all the wealth he had accumulated from lending money at exorbitant interest rates over the past few days, which he was now pouring out without reservation.

Speed ​​and power both climbed to the limits he could reach.

Shen Chong stomped his feet hard on the ground, causing the concrete to collapse instantly. He transformed into a blue afterimage and rushed straight towards Yan Sen.

He didn't want to win; he only wanted to force Yan Sen to retreat, thus creating an opportunity to escape.

But Yan Sen didn't even glance at him. His eyes, gleaming with a bluish-gold light, held only indifference.

Yan Sen raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed his palm down.

Spleen Earth Golden Light - Heavy Pressure!

"boom!"

Shen Chong's afterimage came to an abrupt end in mid-air.

A terrifying gravity descended upon him without warning, and the air exploded with an unbearable roar.

Shen Chong felt as if a mountain had suddenly crashed down on his shoulders. His knees buckled violently, and his legs trembled like leaves in an attempt to avoid kneeling on the ground.

His trump card became a joke in the face of absolute quality.

"Damn it!"

Shen Chong clenched his teeth and growled.

He forcefully redirected the Qi within his body, concentrating it in his right fist, and using the momentum of his downward strike, he slammed it down towards Yan Sen's descending palm.

Fist and palm meet.

There was no deafening roar, only the chilling sound of bones cracking.

"Snap!"

Shen Chong's entire right arm was twisted at an extremely bizarre angle, with the white bone fragments piercing through the sleeve of his suit.

A tremendous force surged up his arm and down his torso. Yan Sen's hand, along with the already broken arm, pressed him against his face.

Shen Chong opened his mouth, and several teeth, stained with blood, spurted out.

Although the price was high, it was exactly what he wanted.

Using the recoil from Yan Sen's domineering palm strike, Shen Chong was sent flying backward like a tattered sack.

It moved incredibly fast, instantly breaking free from Xia Hexi's coverage area and escaping the deadly gravitational pressure.

He forcefully twisted his body in mid-air, touched the ground with his left foot, and plowed two deep furrows in the ground before finally stopping in the center of the factory.

Shen Chong felt half of his body go numb, his right cheek was swollen, his fine suit was tattered, and his mouth was full of the taste of blood.

But it doesn't matter, he won his bet.

At least I'm still alive.

"Monk...your emotional manipulation spell...hasn't it worked yet?"

Shen Chong gritted his teeth and squeezed out those words.

His only hope now is that Gao Ning can control Yan Sen's emotions, even if it's just for a few seconds, it could buy them a chance to escape.

"It's not working..."

Gao Ning, who was not far away, was also covered in sweat and his face was sallow.

The rosary beads in his hand were spinning so fast they were almost sparking.

"His meridians... I can't break them!"

Gao Ning wasn't lying. He had already pushed the intensity of the Labor Emotion Array to the limit he could control, and even withdrew his attention from influencing Xia He, focusing all his efforts on manipulating the twelve meridians within Yan Sen's body.

However, the Qi within Yan Sen's body was too special.

That thick, earthy yellow Qi was like a layer of cement poured into his meridians.

No matter how Gao Ning tried to provoke or guide him, that energy firmly protected Yan Sen's mind.

Just as they were starting to see some results, they were pushed back down.

"There's no other way... I have to fight for my life to escape."

Shen Chong glanced at Gao Ning's expression and knew that he had really bitten off more than he could chew this time.

He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the excruciating pain in his severed arm.

Although that kid had crippled his arm with one blow, he still had a lot of Qi left in his body.

If we release everything, there might still be a chance.

Thinking of this, Shen Chong suddenly exerted force with his left foot, about to burst out.

However, his left wrist was firmly gripped by a thick, fleshy hand.

The force was so great that it caused Shen Chong, who was already off-balance, to stumble.

"You motherfucker, monk! What the hell are you doing?!"

Shen Chong turned around abruptly, his anger burning.

At this point, you don't want to run away, but you're still dragging me down?

"You're too impetuous. Calm down and take a closer look at our surroundings."

Gao Ning ignored Shen Chong's profanity. He was panting heavily when he stretched out a chubby finger and pointed around the two of them.

Shen Chong was taken aback, suppressing his anger, and stared intently.

He shouldn't have looked, because once he did, he broke out in a cold sweat.

All that could be seen around the two of them was that the air was filled with extremely fine threads.

They crisscrossed and densely packed, completely sealing off the space around them, like a giant birdcage.

These gold threads were so fine that he wouldn't have noticed them at all while sprinting at high speed if Gao Ning hadn't pointed them out.

"What the hell is this thing..." Shen Chong swallowed hard.

Although he had not yet personally experienced the sharpness of this thing, the Qi attached to the golden thread made him instinctively tremble.

To test the power of this thing, Shen Chong rolled his eyes.

He grabbed Gao Ning's outstretched chubby hand and, without hesitation, reached for the nearest gold thread. His movements were swift and decisive.

"laugh--"

A soft sound.

Without even feeling any resistance, Gao Ning's thick skin on the back of his hand was cut open like hot tofu, leaving a deep gash that exposed the bone.

Blood gushed out instantly, dripping from his fingers onto the dusty ground.

"Hiss—" Gao Ning gasped in pain, his chubby face, which always wore a smile like Maitreya Buddha, instantly broke down, his features contorting into a grimace.

"You wretched child!" Gao Ning finally couldn't hold back any longer and cursed, shaking off Shen Chong's hand, clutching his wound and jumping up and down, yelling, "Why didn't you try it with your own hand?!"

"My right hand is useless, but my left hand is still usable." Shen Chong shook his hand without any sense of guilt, speaking with self-righteousness.

The other end of the factory.

The bluish-gold light in Yan Sen's eyes faded. He dusted off his hands and turned to look at Xia He, who was still catching her breath.

"Are you alright, Xiangxiang?"

Xia He shook her head, took a deep breath, and suppressed the remaining restlessness within her.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little embarrassed." Xia He pouted, looking somewhat downcast.

"I just made some tough talk, thinking I could handle it all by myself, and now I'm forced to ask you for help."

"What's the big deal? I was like that when I was a kid, and my dad always had to wipe my bottom."

"Oh? Is that so? So... you want to be my dad?" A dangerous glint flashed in Xia He's eyes.

"No, how could that be..."

"Hmph~"

While bickering with Xia He, Yan Sen strolled toward the two people trapped in the cage.

Approaching closer, Yan Sen carefully examined the two "trapped beasts" in the cage.

Shen Chong looked utterly disheveled.

His original gold-rimmed glasses were nowhere to be found, his face was covered in bruises and swollen beyond recognition, blood was still seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his right arm was twisted unnaturally.

Yan Sen nodded in satisfaction.

You little bespectacled bastard, you dare to make a move on my girlfriend? You're asking for trouble!

But when his gaze turned to Gao Ning, his brows furrowed.

Apart from the cut on his hand from the gold-testing thread that Shen Chong had just used, the fat monk was perfectly fine all over, without even a scratch.

That big belly bulged with every breath, and it looked really awful.

My wife's mental state has been completely ruined by your ridiculous "breaking formation" technique, but you're perfectly fine. Is there any justice in this world?

Gao Ning felt uneasy under Yan Sen's gaze. He was a smart man, and smart men know best how to assess situations.

Given the current situation, we definitely can't win a fight, and we can't escape either.

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death.

He took a deep breath, forced that signature kind smile onto his face again, clasped his hands together, ignored the bleeding wound on the back of his hand, and bowed slightly.

"My esteemed benefactor, I was blind to your greatness and have offended you greatly."

"This humble monk... surrenders. I am at your mercy."

"Surrender?" Yan Sen raised an eyebrow.

"Exactly, exactly. Monks don't lie." Gao Ning nodded repeatedly.

Yan Sen didn't speak.

He stretched out his right hand and passed straight through the iron-sharp, mud-like earthen cage. The golden thread touched his skin, causing no harm whatsoever; instead, it spread out like ripples on water.

He grabbed Gao Ning by the collar of his wide monk's robe.

Gao Ning, weighing over 200 pounds, was like a weightless rag doll in Yan Sen's hands, and was forcibly pulled out from the gaps in the gold thread.

Yan Sen clenched his left fist, and his knuckles made two crisp popping sounds.

"Bang!"

A solid punch landed directly on Gao Ning's left eye.

"Ouch!" Gao Ning cried out in pain as his left eye socket swelled up, turning a dark purple-black color, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

Before he could recover, Yan Sen threw another punch with his backhand.

"Bang!"

The punch landed precisely on Gao Ning's right eye.

After the muffled thud, this time it was symmetrical.

"donor!"

Gao Ning covered his eyes, completely helpless.

"I've already surrendered, why are you still hitting me?"

Yan Sen shook his hand and looked down at Gao Ning, who was squatting on the ground, with a wicked smile on his lips.

"I'd love to!"

Xia He, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw this scene.

She knew that her man was venting his anger for her, and this simple and direct method warmed her heart.

"Stop playing dead. Go find a rope and tie yourself up, then squat in that corner over there. If you dare to run, I'll cut you up."

Yan Sen pointed to the corner of the wall.

Gao Ning and Shen Chong exchanged a glance. Like defeated roosters, they obediently dragged their battered bodies to the corner of the wall, squatted down with their backs against the wall, and put their hands behind their heads, their movements extremely practiced.

Yan Sen ignored them, took out his phone from his pocket, and dialed Dou Le's number.

"Uncle Dou, we've successfully captured two Quanxing demons. Let the brothers come and pick them up."

"You're fast, kid?!"

On the other end of the phone, Dou Le's voice rose two octaves, clearly indicating some surprise.

Damn, this kid is really efficient!

Indeed, there's no such thing as a bad thing when you spend money; expensive things, apart from being expensive, really have no flaws.

"Uncle Dou, what kind of talk is that? I'm not going to listen to that."

Yan Sen, under Xia He's teasing gaze, spoke in a serious tone.