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

The wind was still blowing at the airport, but the tense atmosphere from before had completely dissipated.

Liao Zhong is straightforward and not very cunning. The fact that he has achieved his current position with such a personality speaks volumes about his abilities.

Now that he acknowledged Yan Sen's abilities, his attitude immediately underwent a complete 180-degree turn. He even bent down to pick up Yan Sen's canvas bag from the ground and dusted it off.

"Let's go, get on the plane! We're flying straight to Raojiang!"

Liao Zhong waved his hand, his heroic spirit soaring to the heavens.

Yan Sen, however, did not move.

He took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, pulled out one, stood on tiptoe, and handed it to Liao Zhong.

"Uncle Liao, wipe it clean."

Liao Zhong was taken aback: "Wipe what?"

"Wow, look at you, you're sweating like you just took a bath. I just gave you some directions, why are you so scared?"

Liao Zhong blushed, took the tissue and wiped his face haphazardly, stubbornly saying, "Who scared me? I'm just... I'm hot! The weather here is too humid!"

"hot?"

Yan Sen blinked his big eyes, looking at Liao Zhong with an innocent expression, then his gaze slowly moved down and stopped at Liao Zhong's lower back.

He opened those chilling eyes again, stared for two seconds, and then gave a meaningful smile.

"Uncle Liao, it's already the beginning of autumn, and your excessive sweating is a bit unusual."

Yan Sen lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear:

"I see that the energy in your lower back is somewhat weak, the color is dull, and it even has a bluish tinge. This is a typical sign of kidney deficiency and leakage of yang energy. Do you often experience lower back and knee pain, frequent dreams at night, and sometimes..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Liao Zhong nearly jumped up, as if his tail had been stepped on. He quickly covered Yan Sen's mouth, nervously looking around, afraid that the crew-cut youth and ground crew next to him would hear.

"You little bastard, what nonsense are you spouting! I'm perfectly healthy! I'm just tired, you know that!"

Liao Zhong argued vehemently, his face flushed and neck bulging, but his eyes were clearly unsteady.

As the regional head, I work overtime every day, dealing with all sorts of messes, arguing with the board of directors, and outwitting my colleagues. My body is definitely being severely overworked.

But Liao Zhong also cares about his reputation!

If a twelve-year-old child points out that he has "kidney deficiency" to his face, how will he ever be able to work in the South China region again?

"Ugh...ugh..." Yan Sen struggled to pry Liao Zhong's large hands away, panting heavily. "Uncle Liao, you can't ignore your illness. I have a trick up my sleeve, a cure for all kinds of..."

"Shut up! Get on the plane!"

Enraged, Liao Zhong grabbed Yan Sen and carried him like a briefcase, striding towards the plane.

"Say one more word, and believe me, I'll throw you off the plane!"

"Hey, hey, Uncle Liao, I'm serious! I'll go find my great-grandfather and have him prescribe you some medicine, and I guarantee you'll be full of energy again..."

"Get lost!"

"My great-grandfather was Tian Jinzhong."

"Um... I'm sorry, Xiaoyan, I was speaking a little loudly just now. Please explain in detail."

……

Yan Sen took off again, this time with his sights set on Raojiang.

Inside the cabin, Liao Zhong sat opposite Yan Sen, holding a top-secret document about the Medicine Immortal Society in his hand, his expression serious.

"Xiao Yan, now that I've witnessed your abilities, there are some things I need to tell you."

Liao Zhong pointed to a photo in the document, where there was an area covered by a red mark.

"This is where we're headed, the core area of ​​the Ten Thousand Mountains. According to intelligence, the Medicine Immortal Society's stronghold is located in this region."

"This place is not only geographically complex, but it is also shrouded in a natural miasma year-round. This miasma can interfere with electronic devices and even distort the perception of supernatural beings. Several groups of scouts we sent in before got lost inside, and some of them... never came out again."

Liao Zhong's voice lowered, and a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes.

"So, once we're in the mountains, the brothers will follow your every command. Wherever you say go, we'll go. Where you say stop, we'll stop."

Yan Sen looked at the maze-like mountain range in the photo and put away his joking thoughts.

He could sense that an evil, chaotic energy was hidden within that mountain range.

It was formed by the intertwining of resentment from wronged spirits and poisonous insects with the earth's energy, so vast that even through a photograph, it sends shivers down one's spine.

"Don't worry, Uncle Liao."

Yan Sen touched the cold Tianpeng Ruler in his arms, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"As long as they're still on this ground, even if they're hiding in a crack in the ground, I can still find them."

The plane pierced through the clouds, and the city below gradually disappeared, replaced by endless, undulating mountains.

A crackdown on cults has officially begun.

A few hours later, Yan Sen and his group changed their mode of transportation again.

The helicopter's rotors roared deafeningly, making the forest below ripple like waves.

The deeper you fly into Raojiang, the thicker the fog becomes. It's not ordinary water fog, but a kind of miasma with a sweet, fishy smell, mixed with rotting vegetation and some inexplicable evil.

Inside the cabin, besides Yan Sen and Liao Zhong, there was one more person.

The man looked to be in his forties, with sparse, graying hair combed into a neat side-swept style. His face was covered in wrinkles, and he was wearing a uniform from a local company. He was huddled in a corner, his hands neatly placed on his knees, looking like a middle-aged man from next door who had just finished get off work and was on his way to the market to buy groceries.

Even honest people who might be cheated out of their weight by vegetable vendors.

"Um... Hello, young man, my surname is Meng, and everyone calls me Lao Meng."

When the middle-aged man saw Yan Sen looking at him, he smiled somewhat awkwardly, his eyes calm and even a little humble. "I'm entrusting this operation to you."

Yan Sen narrowed his eyes.

In his vision of "All Things Connected by Qi", this seemingly harmless old man had an extremely strange Qi surging within him.

The energy was weak, even scattered, but it was filled with a nauseating "activity." It was like an aggregate of countless tiny, invisible life forms.

If Liao Zhong is a raging fire, then this Lao Meng is a swamp that breeds all things; beneath the calm surface lies a monster capable of devouring everything.

He's a ruthless person.

"Uncle Meng, you're too kind." Yan Sen withdrew his gaze and gave a well-behaved smile. "I'm just a guide. If we really need to take action, we'll have to rely on you and Uncle Liao."

"Oh, no, no, you flatter me." Old Meng waved his hands repeatedly, his smile becoming even more humble. He even reached out and gently patted Yan Sen's head. "Young people these days are truly remarkable."

Yan Sen didn't dodge, letting him touch him, but in his heart he was cursing: This All-Tong is really something, how come it keeps attracting monsters? A person in charge who looks like a murderer, and a biological weapon who looks like a punching bag, with this personnel configuration, those bastards from the Medicine Immortal Society must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes.

"We've arrived at the miasma-filled area deep in the mountains."