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

"Leave now?" Yan Sen looked at the darkening sky outside the window and felt a little apprehensive. Going deep into the mountains and forests late at night was definitely not a good idea.

"If we don't leave now, are we just waiting for them to come knocking on our door for tea?" Yan Que deftly stuffed the 50,000 yuan and the "Qi-gathering bowl" on the table into his backpack, and then swept the remaining odds and ends into a plastic bag, his movements as fast as a habitual offender.

"That one-eyed man isn't exactly a genius, but he's no pushover either. He definitely has skilled trackers under his command. In this little inn, the two of us won't last half an hour before we're exposed."

Upon hearing this, Yan Sen didn't linger any longer. His cheapskate father's judgment wouldn't be wrong; when it came to saving his own life, this old man was more shrewd than anyone else.

The father and son didn't go through the main entrance. Yan Que opened the small ventilation window in the bathroom, climbed out first, and then brought Yan Sen out from inside. The two landed next to a stinking ditch in the backyard of the hotel, surrounded by piles of garbage, and the smell was overwhelming.

"From now on, gather all your Qi and act like an ordinary person," Yan Que instructed in a low voice. "Use the 'Breath Concealment Technique' I taught you, and then disrupt your footsteps and breathing."

Yan Sen nodded and immediately did as instructed. He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled, his aura seemed to sink instantly, and even the presence of his body seemed to weaken.

The two were like two shadows in the night, sticking close to the wall, avoiding all places with light and voices, and deliberately choosing to travel through dark and deserted alleys.

Yan Que led the way, his steps so light they were almost imperceptible, leaving no sound. Several times, Yan Sen nearly lost him. His route was extremely unpredictable, winding and turning without any regard for common sense. Yan Sen knew perfectly well that his father was using the chaotic energy of the city to erase the traces they had left behind.

The air conditioning units of high-rise buildings, the intricate underground sewage pipes, and the flashing neon lights on the street—things that seem unrelated to ordinary people—are all "Qi channels" that Yan Que can utilize.

He led Yan Sen, and the two of them, like fish swimming, weaved through these chaotic auras, completely disrupting and scattering their own auras, merging them into the "vitality" of this steel forest.

After walking for more than an hour, they finally managed to get out of the old town and arrive at the foot of the back mountain of Longhushan Scenic Area.

There's no grand entrance here, just a dilapidated barbed wire fence about waist-high, with a warning sign hanging on it that reads "Tourists Keep Out, Wild Animals Inside."

"Father, are we really going to go in from here?" Yan Sen looked at the dark forest and felt that it was like a monster with its jaws wide open.

"Nonsense." Without saying another word, Yan Que took out a large pair of pliers from his backpack, cut the barbed wire with a "snap," then made an opening and crawled inside first.

Yan Sen swallowed hard and followed him inside.

As soon as we entered the forest, the temperature dropped sharply and the air became humid. The daytime noise of tourists completely disappeared, leaving only the rustling of the wind through the leaves and the chirping of unknown insects.

"Open your eyes." Yan Que's voice rang out in the darkness.

Yan Sen immediately activated the [All Things Connected to Qi].

The world before my eyes changed instantly.

In his eyes, the entire Longhu Mountain was no longer pitch black, but shrouded in a vast, sea-like azure-white Qi field. This Qi field was solemn, immense, and filled with an aura of righteousness, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. Countless thick Qi veins, like blood vessels, extended from the depths of the earth, winding through every corner of the mountain range.

At the foot of the mountain, the Luxi River appeared in his eyes as a jade ribbon flowing with emerald light, encircling the mountain. The distant mountain peaks resembled a giant dragon raising its head to the sky, exuding an aura of supreme majesty.

"Do you see it?" Yan Que's voice carried a hint of awe. "The Azure Dragon meanders on the left, the White Tiger bows docilely on the right, the Vermilion Bird soars in front, and the Black Tortoise droops its head behind. This is a feng shui formation with all four symbols present, a rare sight throughout the entire world. The Celestial Master's Mansion has been able to dominate the righteous path for a thousand years, and this feng shui formation has played an indispensable role in that."

Yan Sen was speechless, stunned by the sight before him. He had traveled with his father since childhood and had seen many famous mountains and rivers, but none could compare to the Qi field of Longhu Mountain. If other mountains were streams, then Longhu Mountain was a vast ocean.

"Tourists see the scenery, we see the destiny," Yan Que sighed. "However, fortunes change, and even the most perfect arrangement will eventually have its 'eye' leak. What we're going to is a 'hidden spot' within this grand scheme of Longhu Mountain."

He pulled out the yellowed sheepskin map from his pocket and, by the dim moonlight, pointed to a steep canyon circled in red in the back mountains.

"This place is called 'A Line of Sky,' a natural fissure formed by the compression of the terrain when two main dragon veins meet. The people of the Celestial Master's Mansion believe that the evil energy there is too heavy, a flaw that 'leaks away energy,' so they have sealed it off for years to prevent people from getting close. But they don't know that for us geomancers, that place is a rare treasure." Yan Que smiled mysteriously.

"Come on, keep up. From now on, every step you take must follow in my footsteps. If you take the wrong step, you might disturb the Qi field on this mountain, and then those Taoist priests from the Celestial Master's Mansion will come flying over faster than flies."

After Yan Que finished speaking, he plunged into the dense primeval forest.

The mountain path was more difficult to traverse than expected. Everywhere was slippery moss, tangled tree roots, and all sorts of thorny vines. Yan Que led the way, using no tools, but relying solely on the twisting of his body and the shifting of his steps to always manage to pass through those obstacles from the most unbelievable angles.

Yan Sen followed behind, initially flustered and nearly slipping several times. But he quickly figured it out.

Every step his father took was deliberate. He activated the [All Things Connected by Qi] and discovered that his father's footsteps always cleverly avoided those faintly glowing "Qi points." Those Qi points were like invisible alarms, scattered throughout the entire back mountain.

Yan Sen suddenly realized that this was a bug-exploiting infiltration technique!

He began to learn from his father, no longer using his eyes to see the road, but instead using the "All Things Connected by Qi" to sense the flow of Qi under his feet.

There was a protruding rock in front of them. Instead of going around it, his father stepped on it. Yan Sen followed suit and stepped on it, only to find that the Qi beneath the rock was "dead" and did not produce any fluctuations.

There was a vine hanging down nearby, seemingly blocking the way, but his father simply crawled under it. Yan Sen followed and crawled under it, only then sensing the vine's presence. It blended perfectly with the surrounding trees, like a natural camouflage.

Gradually, Yan Sen's steps became lighter. He no longer needed to keep a close eye on his father's footprints, but was able to judge the safe route on his own. He even had the leisure to casually break off a few bamboo shoots and stuff them into his backpack when passing a small bamboo grove.

Although Yan Que led the way, he kept a close eye on his son behind him. Seeing how quickly Yan Sen had grasped the knack, he was both surprised and gratified. This kid's talent was truly monstrous. At his age, he was still memorizing scriptures by rote.

The father and son trekked through the deep mountains for nearly three hours until finally, the view opened up before them.

They arrived at the edge of a huge cliff.

A bottomless canyon cleaved the mountainside, connected only by a narrow stone beam, creating a breathtakingly perilous scene. Below, clouds and mist swirled, obscuring the bottom entirely.

"This is the 'Skyline'," Yan Que said, pointing to a dark cave entrance hidden by a waterfall in the middle of the cliff. "The place we need to go is right there."

Yan Sen looked in the direction he pointed. The cave entrance was at least a hundred meters away from their current location and was suspended in mid-air. How could they get across?

Yan Que didn't speak, but took out a bundle of extremely thin but exceptionally strong rope from his backpack, tied one end to an old pine tree on the edge of the cliff, tied the other end in a slipknot, and put it on himself.

"Hold on tight," he said to Yan Sen.

Then, to Yan Sen's astonishment, he hugged Yan Sen, took a deep breath, and then leaped off the cliff!

"ah--!"

The feeling of weightlessness came instantly, and Yan Sen closed his eyes in fright and let out a scream.

The whistling wind rushed past his ears, and Yan Sen felt like a stone that had been thrown out and was falling rapidly.

Just when he thought he was going to die, the downward momentum suddenly stopped. He felt his father's feet stomp on the smooth rock face several times, each stomp precisely dissipating most of the force of the fall.

Yan Sen quietly opened one eye and saw that they were swinging like on a swing towards the cave behind the waterfall.

"puff!"

The two passed through the icy water curtain and landed steadily on the platform of the cave.

Yan Sen's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. For a moment, he truly thought his father had gone mad.

"What a useless piece of trash." Yan Que untied the rope, patted the water droplets off his body, and looked relaxed.

Yan Sen then began to examine the cave.

The cave entrance is small, but the interior is surprisingly spacious. It's dry, with stone tables and benches left by previous inhabitants, and even a simple stone stove. Most remarkably, the cave faces a bend in the Luxi River below, where the rising steam and the morning sunlight from the east converge perfectly within its walls.

A cool breeze and a warm breeze, two distinctly different auras, swirled within the cave, forming a perfect cycle.

"Water and fire are in harmony, yin and yang are in balance. This place is an excellent place for cultivation." Yan Que looked at his "new home" with satisfaction.

He took out a compressed bedding, a moisture-proof mat, and even a small miniature gas stove and a small pot from his backpack. In no time, he had transformed the primitive cave into a fully equipped temporary dwelling.

Yan Sen watched his father's practiced movements and couldn't help but laugh and cry. His own father had truly mastered survival skills; he could make a living anywhere.

After settling everything in, Yan Que sat cross-legged at the cave entrance, his expression becoming more serious than ever before.

"Son, come here."

Yan Sen knew that the real show was about to begin. He walked up to Yan Que and sat down cross-legged, just like him.

"From the moment my son and I killed the Golden Centipede, you officially stepped into the world of supernatural beings. The world is dangerous; you can't survive long by relying on cleverness and quick thinking. To survive, and to thrive, you ultimately need to rely on your own hard power."

Yan Que looked into his son's eyes and said, word by word, "Today, I will formally teach you the advanced method of the 'Shaking Dragon Scripture'—Refining the Dirty."