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

"Refining filth?" Yan Sen repeated. He had only seen this term in some online novels in his previous life, and it sounded very high-class.

"That's right." Yan Que's expression was solemn, without the slightest hint of joking.

"Feng shui masters cultivate the natural world, but the foundation of everything lies within oneself. A strong physique is the foundation of cultivation. The Taoist saying, 'Cultivating one's nature but not one's destiny is the first ailment in cultivation,' refers to this. The human body itself is a most intricate and perfect microcosm. And our five internal organs correspond to the five elements of the universe."

He stretched out his finger and tapped Yan Sen's body.

"The heart is fire, the lungs are metal, the spleen is earth, the kidneys are water, and the liver is wood. The five elements generate and restrain each other, forming a cycle within our bodies. Ordinary extraordinary people cultivate their innate Qi, pursuing to refine the Qi to a higher purity, and then practice the unique techniques of each school, with the aim of striking out and injuring others. This is called 'cultivating Qi,' which is external release."

Yan Que paused, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes: "But we, the practitioners of the Earth Master lineage, follow the 'Shaking Dragon Scripture,' a different path. We don't pursue expelling Qi; we pursue 'absorbing' the Qi of heaven and earth!"

"Eat it in?" Yan Sen was stunned.

"Yes! It's all about eating!" Yan Que emphasized. "We directly absorb the most primordial Qi of the Five Elements from heaven and earth to temper our corresponding five internal organs. We forge our heart into an inextinguishable furnace, our lungs into an indestructible sword, and our spleen and stomach into a vast earth that bears all things! We refine our own internal organs into the most unique array points in the world. This is called 'Internal Refinement'!"

As he spoke, Yan Que gave his son a live demonstration.

He sat cross-legged, took a deep breath, and then suddenly opened his mouth.

"puff!"

A visible white arrow of air shot out from his mouth. The arrow didn't seem very powerful, but when it hit the rock wall opposite the cave, it made a soft "hissing" sound.

Yan Sen leaned closer and saw that the white mist had punched a deep hole in the hard rock wall. The edge of the hole was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut by a high-temperature laser.

"This is the 'Lung Metal Qi' that I've been refining for twenty years," Yan Que said with a hint of pride.

He wasn't finished yet; he stretched out his right hand and opened his palm.

Yan Sen saw that his father's palm skin slowly turned crimson red, the surrounding air began to distort, and an astonishing heat wave rushed towards him, making his cheeks sting. The rock wall above Yan Que's palm was even slightly blackened by this high temperature.

"This is the 'Heart Fire Qi' that I've been refining for thirty years." Yan Que withdrew his hand, the red in his palm fading and returning to normal. "Your father is dull-witted. I've practiced for half my life and have only just managed to refine these two filths. I can barely be considered to have entered the realm of cultivation."

Yan Sen was deeply moved. His father's two moves were more shocking than any of his previous moves.

Moreover, his cheap father's real expertise lies in setting up traps and formations. Yan Sen dared not even imagine what kind of power Yan Que would have if he mixed his own lung metal energy into a feng shui formation filled with Geng metal energy. That would be the real killing move!

Yan Que looked at the light in his son's eyes and nodded in satisfaction, but then his gaze became somewhat fanatical, even tinged with jealousy.

"But you are different!" Yan Que's voice trembled slightly. "Son, you are the first genius in our Yan family in two hundred years to awaken the [Qi of All Things]! Your body's affinity for the Qi of Heaven and Earth is several times that of mine! Given a suitable feng shui location and enough catalysts, you might even reach the ancestral master's 'Five Qi Converging at the Origin' realm before you turn fifty!"

"The Five Qi Returning to the Origin? What will happen if you master it?" Yan Sen pressed.

A deep longing flashed in Yan Que's eyes, as if he were describing a myth.

"Your very being is the game." He slowly uttered the four words.

"At that time, you will no longer need any tools or to observe any terrain. You yourself will be the most perfect feng shui arrangement! You will have access to all the five elements of heaven and earth, and all kinds of magic will not affect you. That state... perhaps it can be called a terrestrial immortal."

A terrestrial deity!

Yan Sen's heart pounded wildly; he felt his blood boiling. Could he truly achieve such a level?

Just as Yan Sen was getting excited and ready to make a big splash, Yan Que's expression suddenly changed.

He swiftly reached out and covered Yan Sen's mouth with one hand, while pointing his other hand outwards to the cave entrance, making a "shush" gesture.

Yan Sen was startled and immediately held his breath.

"Buzzing..."

A faint flapping sound came from outside the cave.

Several bees, no bigger than a fingernail but with unusually vibrant colors, were stealthily flying past the waterfall. Their flight path was strange; they weren't collecting nectar, but rather patrolling back and forth in a regular pattern, as if they were scouting something.

"Reconnaissance bees!" Yan Sen's heart skipped a beat. He had seen these things before; they were drawn on the fragment of the "Record of a Hundred Insects" by the Golden Centipede. They were the most commonly used reconnaissance method by those supernatural beings who played with insects!

No! I've already run halfway up the mountain, how could I possibly catch up!

Yan Sen immediately activated [All Things Connected to Qi] and looked down the mountain.

In his field of vision, in the dense forest they had just passed through down the mountain, there were several furtive streams of energy moving about.

His qi was turbid and filled with violence, clearly indicating he was not a good person.

One of them was the Qi of the one-eyed dragon. He was accompanied by several more powerful fighters, and even further away on a treetop, stood a guy with a cold, venomous Qi, who should be the leader of this group.

"Damn it, these bastards who would risk their lives for money, they even dare to trespass into the back of Longhu Mountain." Yan Que's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he cursed under his breath.

"Dad, what should we do? They not only outnumber us, but they also have experts. We can't just sit here in the cave doing nothing." Yan Sen was starting to panic. Although the cave was hidden, it only had one exit. If they blocked it, they would be trapped like turtles in a jar.

"What's the panic?" Yan Que sneered. "If they dare to come in, they won't leave unscathed. In other places, your father might think twice, but here on Longhu Mountain, I have plenty of ways to deal with them."

Yan Que decided not to take direct action, as a head-on confrontation was not the style of their ground division.

He wanted to leverage the momentum, to borrow the greatest "momentum" of Longhu Mountain!

"Son, let's cook." Yan Que suddenly blurted out an unrelated remark.

"Huh? Cooking?" Yan Sen was dumbfounded.

With the enemy already at the capital, how can you still be in the mood to cook?

"Yes, let's cook!" Without further ado, Yan Que lit the mini gas stove, put the small pot on it, and then threw the bamboo shoots and some wild vegetables that he and Yan Sen had picked into the pot, along with water and seasonings brought from the foot of the mountain.

Soon, a rich aroma, amplified by Yan Que's Qi and mixed with the fragrance of bamboo shoots and the smell of meat, wafted out of the cave and spread down the mountain with the wind.

At the same time, Yan Sen understood his father's intention. He immediately took out the "Qi Gathering Bowl" from his backpack and placed it in an inconspicuous corner at the entrance of the cave.

He imitated his father, biting his fingertip and dripping a drop of blood into the bowl. Then he sat cross-legged and began to circulate the "Shaking Dragon Scripture".

A strange thing happened. After absorbing his blood and qi, the "Qi-gathering bowl" seemed to come alive. An invisible suction force emanated from the bowl, drawing in the living aura of the father and son in the cave, along with the aroma of the food in the pot. Then, from the bottom of the bowl, it released an extremely ordinary "death aura," similar to the rotting vegetation in the mountains.

In this way, even if observed from the outside using Qi, this cave looks exactly like an ordinary cave without any signs of life.

The aroma of the food seemed to waft from somewhere else in the mountains, making it impossible to pinpoint its source.

After doing all this, Yan Sen took out the three Qianlong Tongbao coins from his pocket, strung them with a red string, and then quietly slipped down to the platform below the cave.

The following is the only way to get up the mountain.

Yan Sen observed the terrain for a moment, then hung the three copper coins in a triangular pattern on three inconspicuous, crooked trees. He then moved a few stones and placed them seemingly randomly in the middle of the road.

Thus, a simple yet highly effective "ghost wall" was set up. This setup is not physically harmful, but it can alter the magnetic field of the area and a person's sense of direction.

Those who stumble in will be misled without realizing it, going around in circles and never reaching their true destination.

Even more insidious was that Yan Sen deliberately stirred up a trace of the "earth energy" of Longhu Mountain when setting up this scheme. In this way, the scheme was connected to the Qi veins of Longhu Mountain in a faint way.

If someone uses brute force in the area, or releases a strong aura of supernatural beings, it will be like throwing a large stone into a calm lake; the patrolling Taoist priests will immediately sense it!

The one-eyed man and his companions at the foot of the mountain were instantly invigorated by the aroma of food carried on the wind.

"Hey, can you smell that? Those two fat sheep are up on the mountain, cooking right now! They're really asking for trouble!" One-Eyed Dragon said excitedly to the sinister man next to him.

"Hmph, two idiots." The man called "Pot Support" sneered.

"Go up there and finish this quickly! Remember, just get the stuff back, and leave the dead body there. No need to deal with it."

"Okay!"