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

Yan Sen spoke quickly and urgently, his voice clear and loud, each word like a nail, driving deep into Tian Jinzhong's heart.

He left with a smile?

A peaceful death?

Was it worth it?

Tian Jinzhong's mind, which was almost exploding with pain and regret, seemed to be infused with a clear spring.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the six-year-old child in front of him. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Yan Que, who was standing to the side, also realized what was going on and immediately continued the story from his son's words.

"Yes, Master Tian!" Yan Que's face also showed a hint of sorrow. "My father often said that my grandfather always felt that he was a coward and never did anything respectable. He always said that although our Yan family lineage is quite capable, we basically don't show our proper methods in front of outsiders. So in other people's eyes, we are no different from grave robbers who dig up people's ancestral graves. We are looked down upon wherever we go."

"Before he died, he held my father's hand and said that the proudest thing he had ever done was saving a truly upright hero during the turmoil of the Jia Shen year. He said that he had exchanged his life, which was halfway to the grave, for a pillar of the righteous path in the future, and that this was the most worthwhile deal he had ever made!"

The father and son sang in perfect harmony, their coordination flawless.

These words, though half true and half false, were like a life-saving medicine to Tian Jinzhong, who was in a state of mental disarray at the moment.

His tense body slowly relaxed. The raging, uncontrollable energy within him seemed to find an outlet, gradually calming down and returning to his meridians. Although it was still pent-up, at least for the time being, there was no longer any danger of him exploding and dying.

"call……"

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, who had been protecting him, also breathed a long sigh of relief. He withdrew his hand and looked at Yan Que and his son, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He could naturally tell that the father and son were making things up.

But his quick wit and kindness impressed him.

"Good boy, good boy..." Tian Jinzhong gasped for breath, reaching out his only remaining hand, trembling as he tried to touch Yan Sen's head.

Yan Sen quickly moved closer and let him touch him.

"You...you're called Yan Sen, right?" Tian Jinzhong's voice was still weak, but the despair from before was gone.

"Yes!" Yan Sen nodded vigorously.

"Good, good... From today onwards, you are my great-grandson, Tian Jinzhong's own son!" Tears streamed down Tian Jinzhong's face. He looked at Yan Sen, then at Yan Que, his voice choked with emotion. "Our benefactor is gone, but I, Tian Jinzhong, will repay this debt of gratitude to you and your son! From now on, anyone who dares to bully you will be going against me, Tian Jinzhong!"

These words were spoken with absolute certainty and conviction.

This is an enormous promise! With Tian Jinzhong as their backer, it's practically the same as having the Celestial Master's Mansion as their backer. From now on, in this world of supernatural beings, as long as they don't court disaster, they can basically walk sideways.

Yan Que was overjoyed inside, but his face still showed a look of fear: "Master Tian, ​​this is unacceptable. My son and I are not worthy of such a favor..."

"Of course! Why not!" The old Celestial Master spoke up, stroking his long, snow-white beard with a gentle smile. "Jinzhong is right. Yan Hong saved Jinzhong, which is to say, he saved me, and he saved the Celestial Master's Mansion. His descendants are naturally the descendants of the Celestial Master's Mansion. Little one, don't call me 'Old Celestial Master' anymore, it's too formal. If you don't mind us two old folks, just call me Grand Master from now on."

Yan Sen blinked; this happiness had come too suddenly.

One second they were worried about being caught and spanked, and the next they were "royal relatives" of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

He glanced at his father and saw that Yan Que was desperately trying to wink at him, urging him to agree quickly.

Yan Sen knew perfectly well that Old Deng was doing this on purpose! He brought him to Longhu Mountain not to sell stolen goods or to freeload a meal, but because of this favor! He was looking for a backer and paving the way for his future!

Having figured this out, Yan Sen stopped being coy. He knelt down respectfully before the Old Celestial Master and Tian Jinzhong, and kowtowed three times.

"Grandson Yansen greets his great-grandfather and grand-tutor!"

"Hey! Good boy! Get up quickly!" Tian Jinzhong hurriedly helped him up, so excited that he didn't know what to say.

The old master also smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became cheerful and harmonious.

Just then, Yan Que, who had been standing to the side trying to make himself inconspicuous, suddenly spoke up.

"Um... Master Tian, ​​Master Tian." Yan Que rubbed his hands together, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face, "Now that Yan Sen will have you two looking after him, I can rest assured. This child, I... I'm officially handing him over to you."

Tian Jinzhong was in high spirits when he heard this and was taken aback: "What do you mean by 'handed over to us'? You, as the father, aren't you going to stay with us?"

"No." Yan Que shook his head, his expression suddenly becoming serious. "We follow the geomancer lineage and have our own rules."

He looked at Yan Sen with a mixture of relief and reluctance in his eyes.

"My son has mastered the basics of 'dirt-refining,' and from today onwards, he will be our generation's 'walking earth master.' According to the rules of our ancestors, there can only be one walking earth master per generation, so it is time for me to retire."

"Where are you going?" Tian Jinzhong frowned.

Yan Que's face revealed a shy yet longing smile, like a naive young man experiencing his first love.

"I...I want to go find my wife."

"Looking for your wife?" Tian Jinzhong was even more confused.

Yan Sen's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged up.

Looking at his father's lovestruck expression, he suddenly thought of a question he had ignored for a long time.

His father was in his prime.

His father never explained in detail how his "early-deceased" mother died. Whenever he asked, he would just vaguely say that she died in childbirth.

But now it seems things aren't so simple?

Yan Sen swallowed hard, and asked cautiously in an extremely uncertain tone:

"Father...where...where are you going to find my mother?"

"Didn't you say... my mother... was dead?"

As soon as Yan Sen asked the question, the room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Tian Jinzhong's smile froze. The old master's hand, which was stroking his beard, accidentally broke off a hair. Yan Que had single-handedly "injured" this top figure in the world of supernatural beings. Even Liang Youyi, who had been secretly observing from beside the pillar, widened his eyes in disbelief.

died?

Go find someone who is already dead?

What kind of operation is this?

Yan Que's smile froze. He looked into his son's clear, inquisitive eyes and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something, but after a long time, he couldn't say a word.

The atmosphere became quite awkward at one point.

Yan Sen's heart sank little by little.

He is not a fool.

His father's guilty look says it all.

A terrifying yet vaguely anticipated thought was growing wildly in his mind.

"Father." Yan Sen's voice was calm, but the calmness was unsettling.

"Tell me the truth. What...what happened to my mother?"