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

The air seemed to freeze inside the round table conference room.

Every gaze here carries an aura of authority that can crush ordinary people.

Several of the Ten Elders, along with the board members of Na Du Tong, make for a lineup that would make any supernatural force tremble in fear.

Yan Sen blinked his big eyes, looking "timidly" as he scanned the room, but in his mind he was furiously complaining: Goodness, the feng shui of this room is really strong, and these old men and women, each of them is focused on their dantian, their eyes are like searchlights, aren't they afraid of wasting electricity?

"This is... what Senior Lu was referring to as the Old Celestial Master's 'precious treasure'?"

The one who raised the question was a female director of NaDuTong. Sitting next to her, Director Huang Boren also pushed up his glasses, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly: "Old Master, although we don't want to question the Celestial Master's Mansion, the danger level of this operation is extraordinary. Our company is looking for those lunatics who use infants to cultivate Gu magic. There's a probability, or rather, a certainty, that a conflict and fight will occur. Sending a child who just graduated from elementary school is a bit too frivolous, isn't it?"

Lu Jin sat in the chair, twirling two walnuts in her hands, watching Yan Sen with interest, a smile on her lips, but she didn't say anything.

Zhao Fangxu, seated at the head of the table, had his glasses reflecting the light, obscuring his eyes. His signature amiable smile froze for a moment before he looked at the seemingly meditative Old Master beside him: "Old Master, everyone's here, so stop keeping us in suspense. What... what abilities does this child possess that would earn the personal recommendation of Senior Lu and you, sir?"

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei slowly opened his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his seemingly all-encompassing gaze. He ignored the dissenting voices and simply beckoned to Yan Sen.

"Xiaosen, stop standing there. Introduce yourself to the leaders."

Yan Sen immediately dropped his naive and unsophisticated demeanor.

He stepped forward, neither humble nor arrogant, and clasped his hands in a standard salute befitting a junior in the martial arts world.

"I am Yan Sen, a member of the underground geologist lineage. Greetings to all the leaders and seniors."

The boy's clear voice echoed in the quiet conference room.

"A ground-based technician?"

Most of the directors present exchanged bewildered glances, clearly unfamiliar with this obscure title. After all, the world of supernatural beings is filled with diverse schools of thought, and not everyone has the profound family tradition of learning like Wang Ai and Lü Ci.

"Oh?"

Zhao Fangxu's previously squinted eyes snapped open a crack, followed by a hearty laugh: "Hahaha! Old Celestial Master, you've given me a wonderful surprise! I thought it was one of your hidden disciples from the Celestial Master's Mansion, but it turns out to be the successor of the 'Shaking Dragon Scripture'! Your 'private soldier' ​​is truly extraordinary! Ah? Hahahaha!"

As the chairman of Nadutong, Zhao Fangxu has a database of extraordinary individuals in his mind that is more comprehensive than a computer.

The geomancers are experts who specialize in dealing with mountains and rivers. When it comes to finding auspicious burial sites and tracking enemies, no one would dare to claim to be number one.

"Chairman Zhao has misunderstood." The old Celestial Master took a sip of tea. "Although this child calls me Grand Master, he has never joined the ranks of my Celestial Master's Mansion, nor is he a private soldier. He is just a pitiful child who has no parents, longs for family affection, and has recognized my junior brother Jinzhong as his grandmaster."

Who is Zhao Fangxu? He is a shrewd businessman who wields power in the world of supernatural beings, the head of a state-owned enterprise, and a shrewd individual whose family has been in business for generations.

He instantly understood the old Celestial Master's unspoken message: "Although this child is not from the Celestial Master's Mansion, he has a very strong relationship with it. You can use him as you please, but don't try anything funny."

"Understood, understood." Zhao Fangxu's smile widened, and he looked at Yan Sen as if he were looking at an uncut gem. "Comrade Yan, since you are a descendant of the underground masters, your expertise is definitely relevant. I've sent you all this way because there's a tricky job for you."

Yan Sen stood obediently: "Chairman Zhao, please speak."

"Raojiang, the Ten Thousand Mountains." Zhao Fangxu tapped the documents on the table. "A cult called the 'Medicine Immortal Society' has resurfaced. They steal infants to refine poisonous insects. These people are elusive, hiding deep in the mountains and forests. They use the terrain and their poisonous insects to cause our people a lot of losses. The company needs a pair of 'eyes,' a pair of eyes that can see through the fog of the mountains."

After listening, Yan Sen felt more confident.

The Medicine Immortal Society... turns out it's that perverted organization of that Gu-refining boy.

A confident smile appeared on his face as he held up one finger: "Don't worry, Chairman Zhao. As long as they are still on the ground, as long as they are still breathing in and out the Qi of this world, finding them will be a piece of cake for me."

"easy?"

The square-faced director next to him, whose face had been dark the whole time, sneered, "Little brat, you've got quite the nerve. That place is rife with poisonous miasma and chaotic magnetic fields; even satellites can't get a clear picture of it. What makes you think it'll be easy?"

Yan Sen turned to look at him, not angry, but simply said, "Because satellites look at images, I look at 'Qi'. Mountains and rivers have veins, plants and trees have feelings. An organization of hundreds of people hiding in the mountains will disturb the earth's energy with their eating, drinking and relieving themselves. In your eyes, Raojiang may be a primeval forest, but in my eyes, those 100,000 mountains are nothing more than a snowfield full of footprints."

These words, though arrogant, exude the certainty of a professional.

Zhao Fangxu gestured for Director Bi Fanglian to calm down. He looked at Yan Sen: "Good! It's good to have confidence. Comrade Yan, since you're willing to take on this task, feel free to make any requests. As long as they're reasonable, the company will not hesitate to help."

Yan Sen's eyes darted around, and the shrewdness he inherited from Yan Que instantly came through.

"Chairman Zhao, since you're so straightforward, I'll get straight to the point."

Yan Sen held up two fingers.

"First, this mission is quite risky, isn't it? I have elderly parents and young children to support... well, although I don't have young children yet, they're practically the only son in the family. If I were to die in the line of duty, how would the compensation be handled?"

Everyone was stunned. They had considered that the child might ask for magical artifacts, secret manuals, resources, or even money, but they never expected him to talk about "treatment after death."

"I want the company to buy me the highest possible accidental death insurance policy," Yan Sen said seriously. "The beneficiaries will be two names: my father Yan Que, who's been fooling around somewhere, and Taoist Master Tian Jinzhong from Longhu Mountain."

"Pfft..." Huang Boren almost spat out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk.

Lu Jin laughed heartily from the side.

Zhao Fangxu was both amused and exasperated. The child's request was truly... adorably honest and practical.

"Sure! No problem!" Zhao Fangxu waved his hand. "Although the company wouldn't send a kid like you to the front lines, it has a comprehensive compensation system. I'll give you double insurance! Anything else?"