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

Six years is but a fleeting moment for a sect like Longhu Mountain, which has existed for hundreds of years. But for a six-year-old child, it is enough time for him to grow into a teenager.

Early in the morning, on the martial arts training ground behind Longhu Mountain, before the morning mist had dissipated, a group of young Taoist priests dressed in dark blue robes were practicing their breathing exercises in a horse stance, led by a middle-aged Taoist master.

"Sink your Qi to the Dantian, focus your mind on the Xuan Guan (a point on the lower abdomen), clear your mind of all distractions, and let your spirit roam freely in the vast emptiness..."

The middle-aged Taoist priest chanted incantations as he paced back and forth in the group, occasionally reaching out to correct the posture of one of his disciples.

At the end of the line, a handsome young Taoist priest, about nine years old, stood ramrod straight, his stance perfectly steady, his little face serious, looking even more earnest than his fellow disciples. His name was Zhang Lingyu, the last disciple newly accepted by the Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei just last year. In terms of seniority, everyone present had to call him "Uncle-Master" or "Grandmaster".

Zhang Lingyu valued this title highly, and always maintained a serious and proper demeanor, appearing quite mature for his age.

Just as he was concentrating and feeling the faint innate Qi flowing through his meridians, a lazy voice, as if urging him to die, came from a large tree not far away.

"Xiaoyu, your stance is wrong. Your butt is sticking out too high, your center of gravity is unstable, and your lower body is unsteady. If you were to fight someone like that, they could kick you backwards with one kick. You need to lower your waist, yes, lower it further, imagine you're sitting on a toilet, you need to have that feeling..."

Up in the tree, a boy dressed in the same Taoist robe, but looking disheveled, lay sprawled on a thick branch, a straw dangling from his mouth, his legs crossed high. He looked about twelve or thirteen years old, with messy, unkempt hair and a dirty face. Only his eyes, clear and bright, were fixed on Zhang Lingyu below, making clicking noises as if he were a street thug pontificating.

This young man was none other than Yan Sen.

Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Lingyu's tense face instantly darkened. A vein throbbed on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth, forcing out a few words: "Yan Sen! Please call me Master Lingyu!"

Ever since he became a disciple of the Old Celestial Master, Yan Sen has been like his nemesis. Despite being three years older than him, Yan Sen relied on being the great-great-grandson of Uncle Tian to treat him as an equal, constantly calling him "Xiao Yu" and "Xiao Yu," which made him so angry that he wanted to take action several times.

But unfortunately, he couldn't beat them.

"Master? Which master? My great-grandfather is Tian Jinzhong, and my great-great-grandfather is Zhang Zhiwei. You call my great-great-great-grandfather 'Master,' so what should you call me? This generational hierarchy is a bit messed up. How about we each call ourselves separately? I'll call you Xiaoyu, and you call me Brother Sen. That would be much better." Yan Sen spat out the straw in his mouth and chuckled.

"You!" Zhang Lingyu's face turned red with anger, but he couldn't refute it.

Yan Sen's identity was extremely special in Longhu Mountain. He was Uncle Tian's darling, the "interesting little mouse" that the Old Celestial Master always talked about, and even the usually stern and unsmiling Senior Brother Liang Youyi would avoid him with a headache. In the entire Longhu Mountain, no one dared to really do anything to him.

Zhang Lingyu took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and silently recited the "Heart-Cleansing Mantra," ignoring the annoying creature in the tree.

Yan Sen wasn't angry that Zhang Lingyu ignored him. He rolled over, perched on a tree branch, rested his chin on his hand, and a mischievous glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Zhang Lingyu.

Little brat, trying to act all high and mighty with me?

With a thought, a faint, almost imperceptible wisp of Qi, carrying a heavy, earthy yellow aura, emanated from Yan Sen and silently merged into the earth beneath his feet.

On the training ground, Zhang Lingyu was trying to clear his mind, but he suddenly felt that the ground beneath his feet... seemed... a little strange?

He felt as if the ground beneath his feet had suddenly come alive, becoming sticky and heavy. An invisible, immense force was pulling at his legs from all directions, making it take several times more effort for him to stand for even a second than usual.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his legs started to tremble uncontrollably.

"Uncle Lingyu, what's wrong? Is your mind not at peace?" The Taoist priest leading the group frowned and reminded him.

"Uncle-Master is alright..." Zhang Lingyu gritted his teeth, unable to understand what was going on. Could it be that he wasn't feeling well today?

He tried desperately to steady himself, but the strange force from underground grew stronger and stronger. He felt as if he wasn't standing on the ground, but rather on a huge, spinning swamp.

Finally, he could no longer hold on.

"Ouch!"

Zhang Lingyu cried out in surprise, her foot slipped, she lost her balance and fell hard on her backside.

"Pfft..." The young Taoist priests around wanted to laugh but dared not, their faces turning red from holding it in.

The Taoist priest leading the group was also bewildered. He came over and helped him up, saying, "Uncle-Master, did you not sleep well last night? How come you can fall down even while standing in a horse stance?"

Zhang Lingyu was also stunned. He sat on the ground, looking at his hands with disbelief on his face.

Only Yan Sen, who was in the tree, saw this scene and burst into carefree laughter, rolling around on the branches.

"Hahaha... Xiaoyu, your skill at falling flat on your face has really improved! I think you should stop practicing thunder magic and start practicing the Golden Bell Shield instead, it'll make you more resistant to falls!"

Zhang Lingyu suddenly raised his head and glared fiercely at Yan Sen. If he still couldn't guess that it was Yan Sen who was behind this, then he would have wasted the past few years.

"Yan Sen! You just wait!" Zhang Lingyu got up from the ground, no longer caring about his airs as a clerk, and pointed at Yan Sen's nose, uttering harsh words.

"Fine, I'll wait. Who's afraid of who?" Yan Sen jumped down from the tree, patted the dirt off his backside, and acted like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

In these six years, he has not been idle. In addition to refining his "spleen earth" to a certain extent and being able to initially induce a small-scale gravitational field, he also learned the introductory skill of the Celestial Master's Mansion from the old Celestial Master - the Golden Light Mantra.

At first, the old Celestial Master was worried that Yan Sen's path of cultivation differed from that of the Celestial Master's Mansion, and that there might be conflicts. But unexpectedly, Yan Sen's physique was incredibly strange. The "Transforming Evil into Origin" characteristic of the "Shaking Dragon Scripture" allowed him to absorb and transform Qi of any attribute.

In his hands, the Golden Light Mantra was used in countless creative ways.

"Come here, Xiaoyu, let me give you some pointers today." Yan Sen beckoned to Zhang Lingyu with his finger, looking utterly smug.

Zhang Lingyu couldn't stand this, and immediately forgot all the rules and regulations of the sect. With a low shout, a faint golden light suddenly appeared on his body.

"Take this!" He pushed off with his foot and charged towards Yan Sen.

The Taoist priest leading the group was at his wits' end when he saw the situation. Just as he was about to step forward to stop it, a leisurely voice came from not far away.

"Little kids have so much energy. Let them hit you; they won't learn their lesson if they aren't punished."

When everyone turned around, they saw that the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei was strolling over slowly with his hands behind his back, accompanied by Tian Jinzhong, who was leaning on a cane.

"Master! Uncle-Master!" "Grandmaster!" "Grandpa!"

Everyone present, including Yan Sen and Zhang Lingyu, immediately stopped and bowed respectfully.

"Alright, you can continue." The old master waved his hand, looking like he was enjoying the show.

Having received his master's "decree," Zhang Lingyu grew bolder. He glared at Yan Sen and said, "Yan Sen, today I'm going to show you what the difference between elders and juniors really means!"

"You think you can take me?" Yan Sen curled his lip.

Without wasting words, he stirred his mind, and a layer of golden light also emanated from his body.

However, his golden light was completely different from Zhang Lingyu's pure and bright gold.

Yan Sen's golden light was a deeper color, a heavy, earthy yellowish-brown dark gold. As soon as this golden light appeared, everyone around felt as if the air had become heavier.

Zhang Lingyu assumed that Yan Sen's training was impure, with impurities mixed in with the golden light. He sneered and chopped at Yan Sen's neck with a hand chop that was accompanied by golden light.

Yan Sen stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding, not even bothering to raise his hand, just letting him chop his neck.

"when!"

A dull thud, like striking an old cowhide.

Zhang Lingyu's hand strike landed squarely on Yan Sen's golden light, yet it didn't even cause a ripple. He felt as if his hand had struck a thick, tough piece of rubber, the impact making his wrist numb, while the opponent's golden light didn't even flinch.

"Didn't you eat? Xiaoyu, put in some effort." Yan Sen tilted his head, his face full of mockery.