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

"You!" Zhang Lingyu's face turned a deep purplish-red.

He hadn't expected that his all-out attack wouldn't even break through the opponent's defense.

This is an absolute disgrace!

You should know that he is one of the most talented disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion in the past hundred years. Otherwise, he would not have been accepted as a disciple by the old Celestial Master. He believes that his understanding of the golden light is far superior to that of his peers.

But today, in front of someone only a few years older than him, a self-taught "wild fox Zen" practitioner, his proud Golden Light Mantra seemed like a joke.

"I don't believe it!" Zhang Lingyu's competitive spirit kicked in.

He let out a low shout, unleashing the full power of his inner energy. The golden light emanating from his body grew even brighter than before, with faint shimmering light dancing on it.

"Again!"

He turned his hands into palms and, like a storm, frantically slapped at Yan Sen's body.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of dull strikes echoed across the training ground.

The surrounding young Taoist priests were all dumbfounded. They only saw Zhang Lingyu's figure moving as fast as a whirlwind, his palms glowing with golden light, relentlessly attacking Yan Sen from all directions.

As for Yan Sen, he just stood there lazily from beginning to end.

With his hands in his pockets, his body swayed gently with Zhang Lingyu's attacks, like an old tree rooted deep in the earth, unmoved by the raging wind.

The thick layer of earthy-yellow golden light surrounding him resembled an absolute defensive domain. Every attack Zhang Lingyu made, upon contact with the golden light, would have its force weakened and dissolved layer by layer by an invisible, heavy force, eventually disappearing without a trace.

"What... what is this golden light?" The Taoist priest leading the group stared in disbelief.

He was an experienced practitioner of the Golden Light Mantra, but he had never seen such a strange golden light before. The Golden Light of the Celestial Master's Mansion emphasized "extreme yang and strength, subduing demons and eliminating evil."

But Yan Sen's golden light gives people a feeling of weight, resilience, and stability, like the earth that can bear all things.

"Interesting." Even the old master Zhang Zhiwei, who had been standing by watching the show, had a hint of approval in his eyes.

He could naturally see that Yan Sen's essence was not some kind of "impurity," but rather a perfect integration of the unique "Earth Qi" of his lineage into the Golden Light Mantra.

Earth, possessing the vastness to bear all things, is primarily for defense and protection.

This kid actually managed to upgrade the Golden Light Mantra into a top-tier defensive technique.

Moreover, hidden within this defense is the deadly threat of "weight".

For ordinary people, fighting him is like sinking into a quagmire; the harder they try, the deeper they sink, until finally they are exhausted and can only be slaughtered by him.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

After a fierce attack, Zhang Lingyu was panting heavily, his forehead covered in sweat. He stopped attacking, supporting himself on his knees, and gasped for breath.

In contrast, Yan Sen remained calm and composed, not even his breathing faltered.

"What's wrong? Xiaoyu, you're already out of energy?" Yan Sen pulled his hand out of his pocket, stretched, and his bones cracked.

"Want me to give you a handicap?"

"Yan Sen!" Zhang Lingyu was both angry and anxious, but he really couldn't fight anymore.

Seeing his unwilling look, Yan Sen chuckled: "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Brother Sen will show you my personal Golden Light Spell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the layer of earthy yellow golden light on Yan Sen's body suddenly began to shrink and condense.

In the blink of an eye, all the golden light converged on his right hand. His entire right arm turned into a pure color, as if cast from crystal gold, with wisps of heavy, earthy yellow energy swirling around it.

He didn't make any fancy moves; he simply threw a punch in mid-air towards Zhang Lingyu.

This punch wasn't fast; it even looked somewhat clumsy.

But the moment he threw his fist, Zhang Lingyu's face turned pale instantly.

He felt as if he were locked in place by an invisible mountain. A terrifying, heavy pressure was pressing in from all directions, making it incredibly difficult for him to even move a finger.

He watched helplessly as the tan fist grew larger and larger in his eyes, but he couldn't dodge it at all.

"This is it!"

The old master's pupils contracted slightly.

This kid has actually managed to utilize the characteristics of his spleen's earth element to this extent.

Using his right arm as a vessel, he created a small-scale gravity field, within which he was the master!

The punch was about to land squarely on Zhang Lingyu's face.

At this critical moment, an old but strong hand suddenly appeared out of thin air and gently placed on Yan Sen's shoulder.

"Alright, Xiaosen, that's enough. If you keep fighting, your Master Lingyu will lose face."

It was the old master who made the move.

With just a light touch, Yan Sen felt the invincible, crushing power in his fist vanish instantly, as if it had never existed.

The gravitational field he condensed was like a soap bubble in front of the Old Celestial Master; it burst with the slightest touch.

Yan Sen felt a chill run down his spine, quickly withdrew his fist, dissipated the golden light, and stood obediently.

"Grand Tutor, I... I was just joking with him."

The old master looked at him, a half-smile on his face: "Are you kidding me? It looks to me like you want to smash that pretty boy's face into a pulp."

Yan Sen chuckled, not daring to reply.

The old celestial master shook his head, walked up to Zhang Lingyu, who was already terrified, and patted him on the shoulder: "Lingyu, did you see that?"

"Master...Master..." Zhang Lingyu was still somewhat shaken.

"There are always higher heavens and more capable people. Your talent is indeed remarkable, but this world is never short of geniuses." The old master's tone was calm, but every word struck Zhang Lingyu's heart. "Arrogance and complacency are the greatest inner demons on your path of cultivation. You must remember the lesson Xiaosen taught you today."

Zhang Lingyu lowered her head, her face burning with shame.

"Yes, Master, I know I was wrong."

He walked up to Yan Sen, and although he was still somewhat reluctant, he still obediently cupped his hands and bowed.

"Yan Sen, thank you for your guidance."

"Hey, don't be so polite, we're all family." Yan Sen immediately put on a magnanimous expression, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "If you don't understand anything in the future, feel free to ask Brother Sen. Brother Sen will protect you."

Zhang Lingyu's lips twitched, and the slight gratitude that had just arisen was instantly wiped away by anger.

After dealing with things here, the old master turned to look at Yan Sen, his smile becoming somewhat meaningful.

"Xiao Sen, with all your skills, isn't it a bit of a waste to just bully your master on the mountain every day?"

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

"Grand Tutor, what do you mean by that?"

"It doesn't mean anything." The old master stroked his beard. "I just think it's time for you to go down the mountain and experience the real world."