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

Yan Sen was dragged out of the cave by his father.

Standing on the platform on the cliff, a mountain breeze blew, and his chaotic mind finally cleared up a bit.

"Father, tell me the truth, did you plan this all along?" Yan Sen looked up at Yan Que with a knowing look in his eyes.

From choosing Longhu Mountain as a refuge at the beginning, to deliberately selling that evil jade on the black market, and then leading the pursuers to the back mountain, it all seemed like a pre-planned script.

"What 'planning'? That sounds so awful." Yan Que rolled his eyes, stubbornly refusing to admit it. "Father, this is called adapting to the situation and going with the flow. Plans can't keep up with changes. We, the people of the martial world, are all about being flexible and adaptable."

Yan Sen curled his lip, not believing a single word. That old fox, who knows how many wicked schemes he's hiding?

Instead of swinging back down the cliff, the two followed a very secluded stone staircase hidden by vines beside the waterfall, ascending upwards. This path was clearly much easier and safer than the one they had taken to get there.

"Dad, since there's this road, why did we have to jump off the cliff to get here? It scared me to death," Yan Sen couldn't help but complain.

"Nonsense, how can we teach him a lesson if we don't make it a little dangerous?" Yan Que said without turning his head. "Besides, those bastards chasing us will never expect us to take that dead-end road. This is called taking a risk, understand?"

Yan Sen was too lazy to argue with him anymore.

As he walked, he cautiously activated [All Things Connected to Qi], observing his surroundings.

He noticed that the feeling of being watched had disappeared since they left the cave. The expert who had been staying in the ravine seemed to have left.

"Father, it seems the person who was monitoring us has left," Yan Sen said softly.

"He's gone? He didn't leave, he went ahead to wait for us." Yan Que's steps didn't stop, his tone was firm.

How did you know?

"Just guessing." Yan Que chuckled. "Think about it, they're from a prestigious sect, a high-ranking Taoist priest from the Celestial Master's Mansion. They can't just hide in the bushes like thieves and keep peeking, can they? That would be too undignified. Since we've already taken the initiative to come up the mountain, they'll definitely have to find an open space and put on an air of 'This humble Taoist priest has been waiting here for a long time,' so that they'll appear classy and dignified."

Yan Sen was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that it made sense.

How is his dad's brain made? How can he guess what people are thinking?

After climbing for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and passing through a dense bamboo forest, a flat clearing appeared before us. In the center of the clearing stood a small octagonal pavilion, where a middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a dark blue robe and with disheveled hair, stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

That silhouette, that posture, that air of superiority—it was exactly as Yan Que had described.

Yan Sen's admiration for his father rose to another level.

"You're here?"

The Taoist priest seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; before they even got close, he lazily spoke. He turned around, and it was none other than Liang Youyi, the slovenly Taoist priest who had subdued the group of people who had set up the pot with a single move a few nights ago.

Liang Youyi's gaze swept over Yan Que, finally settling on Yan Sen. He looked Yan Sen up and down, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing in his seemingly sleepy eyes.

"Tsk, what a little kid." Liang Youyi circled Yan Sen, stroking his chin as if examining some rare object. "The other night, you were the one who set up that 'ghost wall' at the foot of the mountain, weren't you? Not only were your techniques skillful, but your thinking was also incredibly ingenious. You drew the attack back without striking, using the opponent's force against them, disrupting the Qi of the back mountain with unknown methods, using those tomb raiders as bait to lure our patrolling disciples. This kind of skill isn't something an ordinary family can teach."

Being praised to his face by a master from the Celestial Master's Mansion made Yan Sen feel a little proud, and he unconsciously straightened his back a bit. But he still pretended to be timid and ignorant, and shrank back behind Yan Que.

"Master, you flatter us. Compared to your hand grenade technique, my son and I are utterly insignificant. We're hardly any special skills at all." Yan Que immediately put on a fawning smile, cupped his hands to Liang Youyi, and bowed obsequiously, saying, "We were just lucky, a blind cat stumbled upon a dead mouse. We didn't disturb your peaceful cultivation, did we?"

"Alright, stop with the nonsense." Liang Youyi waved his hand impatiently. He hated dealing with old foxes like Yan Que. Nine and a half out of ten sentences they said were lies.

He pointed in the direction of the mountain: "My master wants to see you, come with me."

"Oh dear, that's really too much trouble for you, Daoist Master! The Celestial Master is so busy with his affairs, how could we, father and son, bother him with such a small matter?" Yan Que said politely, but he had already followed after him, showing no formality whatsoever.

Yan Sen followed behind, filled with curiosity and a touch of nervousness. He secretly tugged at the hem of Liang Youyi's Taoist robe and whispered, "Uncle Taoist Master, have we done something wrong? The Celestial Master... he won't punish us, will he?"

Liang Youyi glanced down at him. The little guy had bright, clear eyes that showed a cleverness that made him quite likable.

For once, he felt a mischievous urge, so he put on a stern face and deliberately lowered his voice, saying, "That's hard to say. You two are too audacious, using our Celestial Master's Mansion as pawns and secretly using the 'soil' of our Longhu Mountain. My master hates it when people take advantage of him."

Upon hearing this, Yan Sen's face immediately fell.

Oh no, I'm not getting to mooch a meal here. I might even get caught and spanked.

Yan Que, who was walking ahead, stumbled upon hearing this and almost lost his balance. He turned around and glared fiercely at Liang Youyi, cursing inwardly: You bastard, why are you scaring my son!

Liang Youyi pretended not to see it, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The group continued their ascent up the mountain in this eerie atmosphere.

As they approached the main hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion, Yan Sen finally couldn't resist and asked in a low voice, "Um... Master Liang, may I ask you a question?"

"ask."

"How can you be so sure we'll take this route up the mountain?" Yan Sen asked curiously. "What if we go somewhere else? Wouldn't you have waited for nothing?"

He felt that this was the most unreasonable part of the whole thing.

Upon hearing this question, Liang Youyi scratched his messy hair, a strange expression on his face, as if he wanted to laugh but dared not.

"Well... I don't know either."

"You don't know?" Yan Sen was stunned.

"Yeah, how would I know which way you'd come from?" Liang Youyi shrugged, looking completely innocent. "My master just told me to wait here."

He paused, looking at Yan Sen's inquisitive expression, and finally couldn't resist. He lowered his voice and leaned close to Yan Sen's ear, as if he were sharing some earth-shattering secret.

"As for why I'm sure you'll come up the mountain... it's because I'm not the only one waiting," Liang Youyi said softly. "My fourth junior brother, Huanjin, is waiting on the eastern path; my eighth junior brother, Fuguo, who just joined the sect, is waiting on the western path; and even my sixth junior sister is guarding the steepest cliff on the back mountain, the one that even monkeys can't climb. Master said that if he sees anyone looking strange, regardless of age, he should politely invite them up the mountain for tea."