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

Liao Zhong's hoarse voice interrupted their pleasantries.

The helicopter hovered above a valley that appeared perfectly normal.

Below, clouds and fog obscured the view, causing the magnetic field to become disordered, and the aircraft's instrument dial needles began to jump wildly.

"The miasma zone is just ahead. That's where the brothers who were in charge of reconnaissance and exploration got lost." Liao Zhong looked at Yan Sen, "Which way do we fly?"

Yan Sen clung to the window, his eyes gleaming with a bluish-gold light.

In his eyes, the seemingly chaotic white fog below was actually traceable.

It was actually a huge "maze" set up by humans. Those people used the terrain to lock in the miasma and then mixed their own Qi into it, turning this place into a semi-natural maze.

No wonder the company's people couldn't find the entrance. Without feng shui knowledge, this rugged terrain of Raojiang would be the first hurdle they would have to overcome.

"Descend about thirty degrees to the left," Yan Sen calmly instructed the pilot. "See that dead, crooked pine tree? That's the key point of the Bewitching Bureau's formation, and the only escape route. Fly close to it! Once you've passed it, have the ground crew destroy the tree. After that, they'll be able to see the target's location."

The driver paused for a moment and looked at Liao Zhong.

"Listen to him! Fly!" Liao Zhong said without hesitation.

The helicopter tilted sharply and roared as it hurtled towards the thick fog.

Just as the plane flew past the dead tree, the view suddenly opened up before us!

The white world vanished instantly, replaced by a winding path hidden in a deep mountain valley, and a cluster of stilted buildings faintly visible in the distance.

"Found it!" Liao Zhong clenched his fist, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and roared, "All units, attention! Entrance confirmed! Demolition team, blow up that crooked tree at coordinates (XXX,XXX). The rest of you, advance covertly and infiltrate on foot to meet the enemy. Give them a good beating!"

On the ground, with the sound of the explosion, the company employees who had been lying in wait for a long time, wearing specially made protective suits, infiltrated into the depths of the canyon from all directions like a group of ghosts.

Gunshots, explosions, and shouts from the Gu Masters shattered the tranquility of this primeval forest in an instant.

"I should go down now."

Old Meng slowly stood up and began to put on his landing gear.

His movements were slow, even a bit clumsy, as he put on the protective suit while muttering, "Ugh, this protective suit is so stuffy... Xiao Yan, you and Lao Liao have to keep a close eye on them, don't let any slip through the net."

The hatch opened, and a gust of wind rushed in.

Old Meng stood at the cabin door, turned around and gave Yan Sen a simple and honest smile: "Young Yan's methods are very clever. If there is a chance in the future, let's exchange ideas more often."

"Uncle Meng, you flatter me." Yan Sen also laughed. "Your methods are truly unpredictable. Be careful when you go down there, and don't be too... merciful."

Old Meng paused for a moment, then the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothed out, he nodded, and leaped into the air.

As Yan Sen watched Lao Meng's figure disappear below, the smile on his face gradually faded.

He turned his head and looked down at the canyon ignited by war, his eyes turning unusually cold.

Because he saw it.

Around those stilted houses, in those dark caves, there were not only Gu masters from the Medicine Immortal Society, but also...

Countless small, twisted figures, exuding an aura of death.

That's a child.

They were children of the original Gu, whose bodies were recycled after they died from the backlash of the Gu poison.

"brute."

Yan Sen's fingers gripped the window frame tightly, his knuckles turning white.

As the company's main force advanced, the outer defenses of the Medicine Immortal Society were torn apart like paper.

But the further they went in, the fiercer the resistance became.

Those Gu masters from the Medicine Immortal Society commanded all sorts of poisonous insects and ferocious beasts, and even threw out one after another "monsters" with purplish-blue bodies and ferocious faces—those were Gu children whose self-awareness had been destroyed and who were controlled entirely by corpse Gu.

The helicopter landed on a cleared area that had just been cleared.

As soon as Yan Sen jumped off the plane, a strong stench hit him.

Not far away, employees from several companies were cleaning up the battlefield. They carried out small corpses from a cellar. Some of the corpses had bellies swollen like drums, some were covered in festering sores and oozing pus, and some were even missing limbs, but all of them had lost the most basic human form.

"Well……"

Even Yan Sen, who had traveled all over the country with Yan Que since childhood and considered himself to have seen the world, couldn't help but feel a churning in his stomach at this moment.

This is hardly a sect of cultivation; it's a living hell!

"These bastards!"

Liao Zhong's eyes instantly turned red as he looked at the corpses. He slammed the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, drew his sidearm from his waist, and cocked it with a click.

"Xiao Yan, you stay here. It's too dangerous up ahead!" Liao Zhong turned to Yan Sen and said, "You can go in after we've cleared everything out!"

"I'll go too."

Yan Sen's voice was soft, but it carried a chilling undertone that sent shivers down one's spine.

He raised his head, and his once clear black and white eyes now seemed to be burning with two eerie flames.

"Uncle Liao, I must go!"

"No way!" Liao Zhong refused decisively. "Your job is to be our 'eyes,' not a frontline fighter! With your mediocre skills, you'd just be easy prey for those Gu Masters! Stay in the back!"

In Liao Zhong's eyes, although Yan Sen was skilled at geomancy, he was still just a twelve-year-old child. He wasn't qualified to fight those ruthless cultists to the death.

"Uncle Liao."

Yan Sen did not argue, but slowly raised his right hand.

"Buzz—"

A muffled buzzing sound suddenly rang out.

Centered on Yan Sen, the ground within a five-meter radius suddenly collapsed by half an inch without warning!

A thick, domineering, earthy-yellow golden light, seemingly capable of both bearing and suppressing all things, suddenly erupted from his body.

The golden light was no longer a protective membrane, but transformed into a tangible force of gravity.

Liao Zhong felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, as if a mountain had been lifted onto his back. His legs buckled, and he almost lost his balance.

"This is..." Liao Zhong looked at Yan Sen in surprise.

"I don't know how to fight, but I know how to kill."

Yan Sen took out the jet-black Heavenly Ruler from his pocket, patted it lightly in his hand, and a cold smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

"Moreover, I kill people without using my hands."

Looking at the imposing young man before him, Liao Zhong felt as if he were seeing a small beast crawling out of an abyss, its fangs already showing despite its young age.

He was silent for a moment, then finally nodded and pointed in the direction ahead.

"Go find Old Meng. Follow him, don't be reckless."

"Alright."

Yan Sen withdrew the golden light, and the suffocating oppressive feeling vanished instantly. He was back to being the obedient boy, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But the way he turned and rushed into the battlefield carried a chilling killing intent.