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

Yan Sen was completely dumbfounded after hearing Liang Youyi's "whisper".

Good guy!

He instantly pictured it in his mind.

Several experts from the Celestial Master's Mansion stood guard at various key points along the back of Longhu Mountain, like door gods. One to the east, one to the west, one to the south, and one to the north—it was almost as if one more was hanging in the sky. This wasn't an invitation for tea; it was clearly a trap waiting for the father and son to walk right into it!

Thinking back to his father's smug, self-satisfied demeanor just now, he was speechless.

All that talk about "taking advantage of the situation" and "taking a risky gamble" turned out to be a joke. They weren't even trying to play any tricks on them; they just used the simplest and most brutal method—human wave tactics.

You think you can run away? You think you know how to find loopholes? Fine, I'll shut down all your loopholes, let's see where you can find them now!

Yan Sen secretly glanced at Yan Que, who was walking ahead, and noticed that his father's back seemed much stiffer than before. Clearly, he had also heard Liang Youyi's words and was probably cursing under his breath.

The most fatal mistake is failing to show off. Luckily, there was no one else around when he was bragging, otherwise, if he had been caught in a social incident, Yan Sen was afraid his father wouldn't have made it through.

"Ahem..." Liang Youyi felt much better seeing Yan Que's discomfiture. He cleared his throat and added a sentence, his voice just loud enough for the father and son to hear.

"Actually, my master didn't intend to do anything to you. He just thought you two were quite interesting."

Liang Youyi tried hard to suppress his laughter and mimicked the old Celestial Master's tone, saying, "It's been a long time since I've seen such a cunning young man. He's much more interesting than his stubborn grandfather. He dares to use my Celestial Master's Mansion as a shield and even steals the Qi of my Longhu Mountain. Whichever of you encounters that kid later, give him a good scare. Otherwise, he'll really think that my Longhu Mountain is a cheap inn where he can come and go as he pleases. These are my master's exact words."

Yan Que's face flushed red instantly; he felt he had never been so humiliated in his life.

My little scheme was like child's play in the eyes of the old master; it was seen through clearly and plainly.

He thought he had pulled off a clever plan and boasted to his son for a long time. Now look what happened, his face is practically swollen from being slapped.

Yan Sen covered his mouth from behind, his shoulders trembling, wanting to laugh but not daring to let it out, his little face turning red from holding it in.

The three of them continued on their way, taking advantage of the awkwardness, without saying a word the entire way.

After passing through several corridors and around several palaces, Liang Youyi led them to a small courtyard that looked quite ordinary.

A few stalks of green bamboo grow in the courtyard, and a stone table and several stone benches are placed in the corner. Apart from that, there is nothing else, making it look quiet and elegant.

"Master, Uncle Tian, ​​your disciple has brought the two lay Buddhists here." Liang Youyi stood at the courtyard gate and respectfully reported.

"Come in."

An old but strong voice came from inside the house.

Liang Youyi pushed open the door and gestured for Yan Que and his son to enter.

Yan Que took a deep breath, straightened his tattered clothes, and, pulling Yan Sen along, stepped inside.

The furnishings inside were equally simple: an eight-immortal table, a few chairs, and a calligraphy scroll of the character "Tao" hanging on the wall.

On the left side of the table sat an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard.

The old Taoist priest was tall and had a ruddy complexion. Although he wore an ordinary Taoist robe, he possessed a profound and dignified air. He simply sat there quietly, as if he had become one with the entire world.

Yan Sen secretly used the [All Things Connected to Qi] to take a look.

He should have kept quiet; what he saw startled him.

In his view, there was not a trace of "qi" on the old Taoist priest!

He was like a real, pure, ordinary old man, or rather, he was like a bottomless hole, absorbing all the light and energy around him without revealing a trace of it.

A spirit that is radiant and restrained, returning to simplicity and authenticity—this is the quality of an immortal.

These words instantly popped into Yan Sen's mind.

This person is absolutely the leading figure in the world of extraordinary individuals today, the 65th Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain—Zhang Zhiwei.

To the right of the old Celestial Master sat another old man.

The old man was missing an arm, and one sleeve was empty.

He looked older than the old master, his face was covered with wrinkles, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, and his pupils even had a strange dark red color.

Unlike the old Celestial Master's "nothingness," the one-armed old man's body was surging with Qi like a volcano about to erupt! Yan Sen could "see" streams of Qi, condensed to the extreme, surging endlessly within his body, like a river that had lost its temper, ready to burst its banks and overturn the land and sea.

But deep within this vast aura of Qi, Yan Sen sensed a slight discord.

That energy seemed to be locked up by something, carrying a lingering, unresolved sense of pent-up frustration.

This person should be another master from the Celestial Master's Mansion, the old Celestial Master's junior brother, Tian Jinzhong.

Behind Tian Jinzhong stood a handsome young Taoist boy, who was curiously observing them.

"Master, Uncle Tian." Liang Youyi was the first to bow.

The old master Zhang Zhiwei nodded. He didn't look at Yan Que, but instead focused his gaze on Yan Sen. His eyes, which seemed to understand the ways of the world, held a gentle smile.

"Little one, come here and let this old man take a look."

His voice was calm, yet possessed an irresistible charm.

Yan Sen felt as if he were being pulled by an invisible force, and involuntarily he stepped forward.

The old master reached out and gently placed his hand on Yan Sen's head.

Yan Sen felt a warm, vast, and sun-like aura pour into his Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, instantly flowing throughout his limbs and bones. Wherever this aura passed, the hidden injuries and stagnation he had suffered a few days ago when refining the spleen earth were instantly soothed and dissolved.

He felt as if he were soaking in a hot spring, an indescribable feeling of comfort and clarity.

"Hmm, exceptional talent. At such a young age, he already possesses the foundation for both life and health. He's a promising prospect." The old master withdrew his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he glanced at the young Taoist boy standing behind Tian Jinzhong and waved his hand: "Xiao Shunzi, you go out first and guard the door. Don't let anyone in."

"Yes, Grand Tutor." The young Taoist replied, obediently retreating and closing the door behind him.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.

Yan Que knew that the main event was about to begin.

He stepped forward, clasped his hands in a deep bow to the old master and Tian Jinzhong, performing a grand salute typical of the martial arts world.

"Yan Que, along with his son Yan Sen, from the lineage of the Earth Masters, pay their respects to the Old Celestial Master and Senior Tian."

His voice was no longer the slick one it once was, but instead filled with solemnity.

"A ground-based technician?"

When Tian Jinzhong, who had been silent all along, heard these three words, his body suddenly trembled.

A sharp glint shot from his crimson eyes as he stared intently at Yan Que.

"Senior brother," Tian Jinzhong turned his head, his voice trembling with excitement, "a ground master... could it be?"

A hint of reminiscence appeared on the face of the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei. He looked at Yan Que and slowly nodded.

"Jinzhong, you're right."

"It was the one who saved you when you were besieged by those people in the year of Jia Shen, when you were almost killed."

"Yan Hong's descendants."