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

The autumn wind in Yanjing swirled fallen leaves, but before they could land on Yan Sen's shoulders, they were left behind by the roar of the company car.

The person who came to pick up Yan Sen was a short-haired young man wearing a Nadutong uniform. He didn't talk much, but he was efficient.

Along the way, Yan Sen either stared blankly at the scenery rushing past the window or twirled two walnuts in his hands—he had taken them from Grandpa Lu Jin before leaving, who said that twirling them would make them feel good and calm his mind.

"Aren't we going straight to Raojiang?" Yan Sen asked casually as the car turned into the airport's dedicated lane.

"According to the arrangements above, we'll fly to Guangzhou first." The crew-cut young man explained while turning the steering wheel, "Liao Zhong, the head of NaDuTong's South China region, is waiting for you there. The main force of this operation is from the South China region. Head Liao said that he won't act until he sees the results, and he won't feel at ease until he sees you in person."

"Liao Zhong?" Yan Sen raised an eyebrow, running the name through his mind.

He had heard Rongshan's advisor mention it once on the mountain. All the seven districts of Nadutong, and Liao Zhong of South China was a notorious scoundrel who looked more like a member of the Quanxing gang than they did. But he was really good to his employees and brothers, especially protective of his own.

"What's this guy like? Is he fierce? Does he hit children?" Yan Sen cracked the walnuts in his hand.

The buzz-cut youth's lips twitched. He glanced at the seemingly harmless young boy in the back seat through the rearview mirror: "I don't know the specifics. I work under Master Xu in North China. I haven't had any contact with Master Liao, but I've heard Master Xu mention him a couple of times. I heard that Master Liao is a bit fierce, but... he's a reasonable person, roughly... I guess."

Yan Sen nodded thoughtfully: "It's good to reason with people. It seems that this Uncle Liao and I are like-minded. I like to persuade people with reason."

The principles of boxing are also principles.

The special plane took off and landed.

A few hours later, at the VIP tarmac of Guangzhou Baiyun Airport.

As soon as the cabin door opened, a gust of hot, humid south wind rushed in, carrying the unique dampness of the south.

Yan Sen, carrying his faded canvas bag, had just stepped off the gangway when he saw an "iron tower" standing next to an off-road vehicle.

That was a man.

His brown slicked-back hair was combed back meticulously, but his face looked like it had just been rescued from a meat grinder. Two hideous stitches ran across his nose, and there was an old wound at the corner of his right eye. He had a stubble beard, a mouthful of yellow teeth, and was squinting at Yan Sen, who had just gotten off the plane, with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

With that face, if she went out at night, she wouldn't even need to lift a finger; her face alone could scare a child to tears.

Yan Sen looked at the man and secretly thought to himself, "Goodness, look at that face. He's got a fierce look on his face, and his forehead is so menacing. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was the number one wanted man on the wanted poster who's here to pick me up at the airport."

"You're the 'outsider' the board brought in?"

Liao Zhong spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth and crushed it with his large foot, which was wearing a tactical boot, making a rough, hoarse sound like sandpaper being rubbed.

He strode over, his tall shadow instantly enveloping Yan Sen. He didn't restrain his imposing aura just because Yan Sen was a child; on the contrary, the bloodthirstiness accumulated from years of fighting on the front lines pressed down on him without reservation.

"I am Liao Zhong, the head of the South China region of Na Du Tong." Liao Zhong looked down at Yan Sen, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"Are those bureaucratic board members out of their minds? Sending a toddler still wearing diapers to show me the way?"

The young man with the buzz cut next to him was so scared that he didn't dare to breathe, fearing that the two men would start fighting on the tarmac at the slightest disagreement.

Yan Sen didn't say anything, but just looked at Liao Zhong and smiled.

He looked up, his clear black and white eyes showing no fear, but rather a hint of amusement at something rare.

"My name is Yan Sen, and I am a ground-based master."

The boy extended his two clean, white hands, bowed slightly, and spoke in a calm tone, as if he were greeting an elderly neighbor.

"Uncle Liao, you're probably twenty or even thirty years older than me, but I want to tell you, judging people by their appearance isn't a good habit. Besides, we extraordinary people travel the world based on ability, not on who looks more frightening, don't you think?"

Liao Zhong was taken aback.

This little kid didn't even blink when I put pressure on him? And he's quite quick-witted.

But instead of returning the greeting, he crossed his arms and sneered, "Kid, don't give me that nonsense. I don't care who recommended you or what your background is. This time, I'm sending hundreds of brothers from the South China region into the Hundred Thousand Mountains of Raojiang. It's a real, life-or-death mission!"

Liao Zhong stepped forward and bent down, his nose almost touching Yan Sen's forehead, his eyes fierce.

"If we've led them the right way, there's no need to say more; we've successfully wiped out the Medicine Immortal Society. But if we've led them the wrong way, the Raojiang Mountains are teeming with poisonous insects and miasma—the perfect battlefield for Gu Masters to unleash their full power. If we've been ambushed and fallen into their trap, how many of our hundreds of brothers will survive? I, Liao Zhong, must be responsible for their lives!"

"So, the company's original plan was for you to fly directly to Xinjiang and we would meet there. It was I who submitted a note to the board of directors, asking you to come to me first."

Liao Zhong pointed to his eyes, then to Yan Sen.

"Right here, show me what you've got. Let me see if you're really up to the task. If not, you'd better go back to Yanjing and drink milk instead of wasting my time. I can get in using the dumbest methods!"

"I won't hide anything from you. Testing your wishes is entirely my own doing. The company trusts you completely. Whether you're dissatisfied with me or want to complain about me when you get back, I'll take it all."

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even the distant roar of airplanes sounded somewhat distant.

Yan Sen withdrew his hand, which had been hovering in mid-air, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

He knew perfectly well that Liao Zhong might indeed, as he himself said, distrust his abilities and wanted to test him.

However, the company's board of directors and Fatty Zhao were absolutely happy to see this. The company didn't have any talent, but Longhu Mountain had it, and it was hidden so well. Even if you, Zhang Zhiwei, are the Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, the company can't have any ideas about it. So the company simply took advantage of the note handed over by Liao Zhong and decided to test its methods.

If one's own abilities are strong enough, then everyone will be happy. If one shows weakness, then one can take this opportunity to suppress the prestige of the Old Master and even Longhu Mountain. In any case, the company will not lose out.

Having figured this out, Yan Sen looked at the man in front of him, who, despite his fierce appearance, showed an extreme sense of responsibility towards his subordinates, and his displeasure dissipated considerably.

He's a good leader.

But he's also a stubborn type who won't shed a tear until he sees the coffin.

"Alright."

Yan Sen sighed, threw the canvas bag on the ground, and stretched his neck.

"Since Uncle Liao wants to see it, then I'll make a fool of myself and show you."

Yan Sen's eyes snapped open, and a flash of cyan-gold light disappeared deep within his pupils.

[All things are connected by Qi], open!