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

The door creaked shut.

Only the father and son remained inside the house.

The previous noise and chaos vanished instantly, as if the air had frozen.

The setting sun shone through the window onto the blue brick floor, and dust danced in the beams of light, creating a solemn atmosphere before parting.

Yan Sen lowered his head, staring at his toes, without saying a word.

Yan Que looked at the stubborn whorl of hair on his son's head, and the playful smile on his face gradually faded. He sighed, walked to Yan Sen, squatted down, and lowered himself to his son's eye level.

"Son, don't be so serious." Yan Que broke the silence first, his voice carrying a hint of flattery, "Actually, this move... your mother agreed to it too, so it's really not my fault."

Yan Sen: "???"

Yan Que chuckled and added insult to injury: "Your mother said that this child is just like his parents, definitely lazy. If we don't use some drastic measures, this talent will be ruined. So she wrote this script, and I'm just the executive director."

"Can you two act like human beings?!"

"But Father had no choice." Yan Que put away his joking expression, and his face, which was always covered with a slick smile, now showed a hint of desolation.

He reached out to touch the pipe, but then remembered that this was the quiet room of the Celestial Master's Mansion, so he awkwardly withdrew his hand.

"Son, do you think your father and mother are particularly heartless? While you were wandering, starving, and crying for your mother, we were secretly writing letters to each other and living a blissful life?"

Yan Sen snorted coldly and turned his head to the side. Although he didn't say anything, his trembling shoulders betrayed his emotions.

"Actually... it's not as carefree as you think." Yan Que gave a wry smile, sat cross-legged on the ground, and patted the spot next to him, gesturing for Yan Sen to sit down. "This is fate. It's a curse that we, the geomancers, cannot escape."

"A curse?" Yan Sen paused for a moment, then finally turned his head.

"The earth's veins possess a spirit, yet they favor only one person." Yan Que's voice was low and heavy, carrying a sense of destiny.

"We Earthwalkers practice the 'Shaking Dragon Scripture,' cultivate the mechanisms of heaven and earth, and alter the destiny of mountains and rivers. Such heaven-defying methods are feared by the Heavenly Dao. Therefore, it is probably because the Heavenly God does not want to see this path flourish, so he set a rule for us: only one Earthwalker can travel the world in a generation."

Yan Sen frowned: "What do you mean?"

"It means that when a new generation of exceptionally talented land-based masters awakens, it will be the day when the previous generation must retire." Yan Que looked at Yan Sen with a complex expression, a mixture of pride and helplessness.

"The 'Qi' of the earth's veins is finite. If two generations live in the same place, their fortune will be divided. At best, they will lose all their power and become useless; at worst, they will attract divine retribution and die suddenly. This is what is meant by 'two generations not meeting'."

Yan Sen was startled by what he heard, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.

"Father, you mean...?"

"That's right." Yan Que pointed to himself and laughed self-deprecatingly. "You're a genius. From the moment you were born, the innate Qi within your father's body has not increased by even a fraction. Your talent is too strong, so strong that right from birth, it directly and domineeringly severed my 'earth vein favor.' Your birth is my 'end.'"

Yan Sen was completely stunned.

He always thought his father was a lazy, unambitious old scoundrel who only knew how to cheat and swindle.

He thought his father made him memorize scriptures and train his eyesight just to make him work so he could be lazy.

It turns out, it wasn't that I didn't want to practice, it was that I couldn't practice anymore.

The father's "retreating" over the past few years was a way of making way for him, giving him room to grow, and enduring until he was able to train independently.

"So..." Yan Sen's voice was somewhat hoarse. "You have to leave?"

"You must leave." Yan Que nodded. "You've already mastered the basics of the 'Shaking Dragon Scripture,' and your purification is complete. You are now like the rising sun, while I, this waning moon, will only block your light if I linger in the sky. Not only will I suffer, but your cultivation will also stagnate."

Looking at his father's slightly weathered face, Yan Sen could no longer hold back the tears welling up in his eyes, and they fell down in a steady stream.

All the anger and resentment vanished at that moment, replaced by a heavy sense of responsibility and a deep understanding of the man before her.

"Why are you crying? So pathetic." Yan Que roughly wiped away his son's tears, feigning ease with a laugh. "This is good news for your father. Finally, I don't have to drag you along anymore. I need to hurry and find your mother so we can have some alone time. You have no idea how miserable I've been these past few years without her around—like a monk!"

Yan Sen sniffed, then burst into laughter through his tears: "Fine, then get lost, don't get in my way."

"Hey, you little ingrate." Yan Que laughed and scolded, stood up, patted the dust off his backside, "Alright, we've talked it out, Dad should go now. It's dark and the roads are slippery, the sooner we leave, the sooner we get there."

He shouldered his empty bag and walked away swiftly and decisively, his back view appearing exceptionally relaxed, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

The setting sun bathed the quiet room in orange-red hues, casting long shadows of the father and son on the ground that eventually converged before slowly separating again.

Yan Que walked to the door, paused for a moment without turning around, and waved to Yan Sen with his back to him: "If you miss home, write a letter. Your mother and I are waiting for you at home. If you can't make it, don't force yourself. Come home, and your father will take care of you."

After saying that, he strode across the threshold.

Yan Sen watched the receding figure, feeling a void in his heart. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he rushed forward and grabbed Yan Que's sleeve.

"Wait a minute! Old Deng, you're making quite a splash!" Yan Sen grabbed him tightly, shouting, "Where do I live? Where am I supposed to mail a letter? You haven't told me the address yet!"

Yan Que was pulled so hard he almost lost his balance. He turned around, slapped his forehead, and gave a look that said, "Oh dear, I almost forgot about something important."

"Tsk, how old is he and he's still so clingy? Let go, let go, what kind of behavior is this, pulling and tugging like that?" Yan Que pushed his son's hand away with disgust and straightened his collar, which had been pulled askew.

Yan Sen was both amused and exasperated. His father was truly unreliable until the very last moment. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have become an orphan.

"Tell me the address!" Yan Sen stretched out his hand, looking like he was demanding a debt.

Yan Que cleared his throat, looked around, lowered his voice, and mysteriously uttered a few words: "Zhejiang Jiande, Zhuge Bagua Village."

"Where?" Yan Sen thought he had misheard and picked at his ear. "Zhuge Bagua Village? That tourist attraction? Or that... Zhuge family of the supernatural world?"

"Nonsense, of course it's the latter." Yan Que rolled his eyes at him. "Your mother's real name isn't Ge Ning, it's Zhuge Ning. She's a legitimate direct descendant of Zhuge Liang. If she hadn't been blind enough to fall for your father back then, she'd probably be doing very well by now."

Yan Sen's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.

The Zhuge family! That's a renowned and prestigious family in the world of supernatural beings, possessing top-tier combat power in Qimen Dunjia and the Divine Strategies of Marquis Wu!

"You even lied to me about the name? Ge Ning? Zhuge Ning?" Yan Sen's deadpan expression returned, his lips twitching. "You two are really something. So, not only do I have a father who can 'shake the earth's veins,' but I also have a mother from the 'Martial Marquis Family'? My background is practically overflowing, and you guys made me a beggar for three years?"

"Hehe, let's go all the way with this act." Yan Que scratched his head and grinned mischievously. "Think about it, if you had known earlier that your mother was from the Zhuge family, wouldn't you have been so arrogant with such a powerful backer? How could you have settled down to suffer and wander with me? How could you have developed this skill of rolling around in the mud?"

Yan Sen was speechless. Although he wanted to refute it, upon closer reflection, it seemed to make perfect sense. If they knew they were a second-generation rich kid or a third-generation privileged kid, who the hell would want to loiter in the streets?!

"Alright, I've handed over the secrets to you. If you encounter anyone using Qimen Dunjia outside, they're your mother's family, so be polite. But don't be too polite; we're just as good as them, following the lineage of geomancers."

Yan Que patted Yan Sen's shoulder one last time, with great force, as if conveying some kind of power.

"Son, the road ahead is long and arduous; you'll have to walk it on your own from now on. Don't embarrass your father, and don't embarrass your great-grandfather either."

Yan Sen took a deep breath, his playful demeanor vanishing. He stood ramrod straight in the setting sun, and solemnly bowed deeply to Yan Que.

"Father, have a safe journey. Give this to Mother for me. I'll come back to see you both once I've made something of myself."

"Hahaha! Good! Dad will be waiting for the day you become famous throughout the world!"

Yan Que laughed three times, his laughter bold and unrestrained.

He turned and strode down the mountain. This time, he didn't look back, his figure gradually disappearing into the vast twilight of Longhu Mountain.

The story of "Yan Que, the Earthwalker" comes to an end at this moment.

And the era of "Yan Sen, the master of the land" is beginning at this moment!