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

"So fast? He was perfectly fine when we went to Mr. Xu's house for dinner last time!"

Xia He stopped peeling the shrimp, a hint of surprise and sadness flashing in her azure eyes.

She had a good impression of the smiling old man who personally cooked noodles for them.

"There's nothing I can do. He's getting old, and he's overthinking things." Yan Sen took a bite of rice and sighed. "Plus, he's been working on the front lines for years, dealing with all sorts of shady characters every day, and also having to navigate the company's top management. Master Xu's health has long since collapsed; he's just hanging on by a thread."

Lu Linglong and Chen Duo listened quietly. They had never met Xu Xiang, but both were empathetic girls, and such a heavy topic still made them feel a little heavy-hearted.

Chen Duo, in particular, couldn't help but picture Liao Zhong's fleshy face in her mind.

Will Liao's father become like this one day...?

"Oh, let's not talk about that anymore, let's eat."

Yan Sen keenly sensed the change in atmosphere, so he quickly changed the subject, chatting about some random things, such as the interesting things he had encountered when he was traveling around recently, which finally eased the atmosphere again.

After dinner, the two girls went back to the gaming room to continue their "rank-dropping journey," with the sounds of keyboard typing and Lu Linglong's exclamations coming from time to time.

In the master bedroom.

Xia He squatted on the carpet, neatly folded several changes of short-sleeved shirts and trousers, and packed them into a silver suitcase.

Yan Sen's trip to Tianjin this time will definitely be quite long. There are no more clothes for Yan Sen in the Rainbow Garden apartment, so he has to bring his own.

She even thoughtfully slipped two boxes of stomach medicine and several plasters into the interlayer.

Yan Sen had just finished showering and was sitting shirtless in front of Xia He's dressing table.

Holding a hairdryer in one hand, blowing away her hair, while using the other hand to quickly swipe across her phone screen to book a flight to Tianjin.

"Stinky."

"Um?"

"You weren't telling the truth at the dinner table, were you? Or rather, you didn't tell the whole story?"

Xia He zipped up her suitcase and pushed it to the corner.

She stood up, walked to the head of the bed and sat down, resting her chin on one hand, staring intently at Yan Sen's back.

Yan Sen turned off the hairdryer and casually tossed it onto the table.

"You really know me, Xiangxiang."

He turned around, walked to the bedside, and casually put his arm around Xia He's shoulder. The young couple leaned back together, lying side by side on the soft bed, looking at the dazzling crystal chandelier above them.

"Although I didn't intend to hide it from you, there are some things that are really not easy to say in front of my two younger sisters."

Yan Sen put his hands behind his head and lowered his voice.

"The fourth brother didn't call me because of Master Xu's health. To put it bluntly, at Master Xu's age, it's really a matter of living one day at a time. The third and fourth brothers both know this and have been prepared for it for a long time."

"The real reason he contacted me in such a hurry was because of a person. A college student named Zhang Chulan."

"Zhang Chulan?" Xia He raised an eyebrow, quickly searching her mind for the name. "It's that Zhang Xilin's..."

Two days ago, news of the alleged looting of the tomb of Zhang Xilin, one of the Thirty-Six Thieves, had already spread within certain circles. While not everyone knew about it, it was certainly a hot topic.

As a temporary worker in the East China region, Xia He was naturally well-informed. Not only did she dig up someone's grave, but she also stole the corpse. Only the Quanxing gang could do something like that.

"Yes. Zhang Xilin's grandson." Yan Sen turned his head to look at Xia He's delicate profile. "Interestingly, this Zhang Chulan is no simple character either. Fourth Brother confided in me on the phone, and Sister Bao went to test him before."

"And the result?"

"This kid is clearly an extraordinary person, but he pretends to be an ordinary person. In the end, he was forced to use his methods by Sister Baobao, and it was the Golden Light Spell."

"The Golden Light Mantra?" Xia He sat up, a look of surprise on her face. "Isn't that a unique technique of our Celestial Master's Mansion? That Zhang Xilin... is he connected to Longhu Mountain?"

Since Xia He was taken back to the mountain by Yan Sen and stayed there for half a month, she has come to love the unique tranquility of the mountain. In the past two years, she has often gone back to stay under the guise of visiting relatives, so she has some understanding of the rules of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The Golden Light Mantra is a closely guarded secret of the Celestial Master's Mansion. It is absolutely impossible for anyone outside the sect to come into contact with or learn the Golden Light Mantra.

"I've never heard of any senior figure on the mountain named Zhang Xilin," Xia He frowned.

"So Xu Laosi suspects that Zhang Xilin is an alias. He couldn't find out the details, so he came here to me." Yan Sen also sat up and picked up a blue short jacket from the bedside table.

"Isn't that a coincidence? I actually know a bit of inside information." Yan Sen put his arm into his sleeve. "There is indeed no one named Zhang Xilin on the mountain. However... my great-grandfather and Grandfather Tian do have a junior brother who has been missing for many years."

Yan Sen paused, a glint of light flashing in his dark eyes.

"His name is Zhang Huaiyi."

"Tsk..."

"A suspected disciple of Longhu Mountain, one of the Thirty-Six Thieves... This is going to be difficult," Xia He muttered to herself. Then she looked at Yan Sen, "Have you spoken to Grand Tutor and Grandfather Tian? What were their reactions? If this Zhang Chulan is indeed a descendant of that Master Huaiyi, are you going to bring him back to the mountain?"

"It's not difficult at all." Yan Sen chuckled and patted his girlfriend's head, which made Xia He slap him in dissatisfaction. "If Zhang Chulan is really a descendant of Master Huaiyi, then this is, after all, a family matter of the Celestial Master's Mansion. Whoever tries to stop us can be dealt with. If not, the Fourth Prince will take him in."

After all, Zhang Xilin once said that the only solution to Bao Bao's background lies with Zhang Chulan, so how could Xu Laosi let Zhang Chulan get into trouble?

Besides, there are things I also want to know. Following Zhang Xilin's lead, I might be able to find out some things about my great-grandfather Yan Hong back then.

"I'm leaving now, Xiangxiang. Take good care of yourself and those two girls at home these next few days."

Yan Sen walked to the door, turned back and smiled at Xia He, still with that lazy look.

"Okay, be careful on the road, act according to the situation, and put away your mischievous sense of humor. Don't always think about playing tricks on others." Xia He stepped forward and straightened his slightly wrinkled collar.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Yan Sen lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

The door opened and closed again. Yan Sen's footsteps faded into the distance in the corridor, followed by the faint hum of the elevator descending.

Xia He stood in the entryway, watching the security door close. For some reason, her heart was beating a little fast, and a strange unease spread through her chest. She had a feeling that Yan Sen was still hiding something from her.

Zhang Chulan, Zhang Huaiyi, Quanxing... these names are like an invisible net, slowly tightening. And her man is just an ordinary supernatural being with a little money, some skill, and some background. What if...?

Thinking of this, Xia He bit her lower lip. She absolutely did not want to be the kind of parasitic vine that could only hide behind a man and pray.

She turned and walked back to the bedroom, picked up her phone from the bedside table, looked through her contacts, and dialed a number.

"Beep...beep..."

"Hey, Xia, what's up? Why are you calling so late?" Dou Le's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, with the rustling sound of turning over documents in the background.

"President Dou," Xia He took a deep breath, "After I finish my current work, I'd like to take a vacation."