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

Raojiang has a subtropical monsoon climate, and this season is characterized by high temperatures and heavy rainfall, making it as humid and hot as a giant sauna.

But right now, the air in the mountains is so cold that it makes you shiver, and chills seep into your bones.

Yan Sen twirled the dark Tianpeng Ruler in his hand, making no attempt to conceal himself. He appeared as an ordinary child taking a walk downstairs, standing out conspicuously on this battlefield where the two sides were locked in a fierce battle.

"I'm sorry to offend you all, members of the Medicine Immortal Society. I've come to punish you on behalf of Heaven."

Yan Sen forced a smile, and with a casual wave of his Heavenly Ruler, he actually displayed considerable skill.

"Buzz—"

It was as if an invisible string had been plucked in the air.

Ahead, three Gu Masters from the Medicine Immortal Society, who were taking advantage of the terrain to release Gu poisons, suddenly froze.

These bastards have been in the forest for too long; their vital energy has long been locked up with the earth's veins.

In Yan Sen's eyes, they were like kites hanging on a high-voltage line, and he was the one who controlled when they would be electrocuted.

"To set things right and correct past mistakes is to act perversely and backwardly."

A light flick of the finger produces a crisp sound, like jade shattering.

"puff!"

The leading Gu Master coughed up a mouthful of blood without warning, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, and his twelve meridians were in excruciating pain.

At that moment, the Qi channels in his body began to automatically reverse their circulation, and he eventually bled from all seven orifices and collapsed straight down.

Just as their two companions were about to shout, a large, withered tree above them suddenly snapped with a "crack." Seeing they couldn't dodge in time, they tried to unleash their full power of poisonous energy to withstand the attack, but something went wrong. The energy within their bodies hesitated for a moment, and the result...

The tree fell with pinpoint accuracy, splattering the brains of both men and killing them instantly.

"Oh dear, what luck, tsk tsk tsk." Yan Sen shook his head as he looked at the three corpses, with a look of 'regret' on his face. "Did you not check the almanac before you went out? Today is an inauspicious day for moving earth and killing living beings. It is appropriate to... bury them in peace."

He continued walking forward.

Wherever it went, it was practically a real-life depiction of the movie "Final Destination".

Just as someone was about to unleash a Gu poison, the mud beneath his feet suddenly turned into quicksand, instantly swallowing him up until only his head remained. Then, he was stung by the venomous Gu scorpions he had raised, leaving his face covered in welts and foaming at the mouth.

Someone was hiding behind a tree and firing a shot when, just as he peeked out, a bolt of lightning inexplicably struck down from the sky, turning him and the tree into charred remains.

Even more outrageous, someone tripped and fell flat on their face while running, and unfortunately, the poisoned blade in their hand pierced their own carotid artery.

The company's employees were all dumbfounded.

The fight was initially incredibly difficult, but then, for some unknown reason, these Gu Masters from the Medicine Immortal Society seemed to be under a curse, dying in all sorts of bizarre ways.

"What... what kind of method is this?" The company employee swallowed hard, his eyes filled with awe.

Yan Sen had no time to care about the feelings of the people in the company around him. He was secretly enjoying himself, using the "Earth Qi" to control the overall situation and borrowing the power of heaven and earth to deliver the beasts of the Medicine Immortal Society. This gave him a great sense of accomplishment as a "royal inspector of heaven." This feeling of controlling the life and death of others was indeed intoxicating.

Just then, two gusts of cold wind attacked from the side and behind!

Two Gu Masters who have been lying in wait!

They had been watching from the sidelines for a long time, witnessing all sorts of strange deaths among their fellow comrades. The source of all this was this kid who had been up to some unknown trick. If they didn't kill this troublemaker, they would all be dead today.

"You little bastard! Die!"

Two plumes of black mist, carrying a foul stench, went straight for Yan Sen's back.

"A sneak attack? Where's your code of conduct?"

Yan Sen didn't even turn his head, and stomped his foot hard.

"boom!"

The earthy yellow light burst forth instantly, but instead of being released outwards, it was compressed back into a three-meter radius around the body.

The two wisps of black mist were shattered by the golden light, pressed to the ground, revealing what was inside: the Living Gu King Serpent.

Seeing that their sneak attack had failed, the two Gu Masters were about to flee when they suddenly felt their bodies shrink, as if a mountain was pressing down on their backs. Their knees buckled, and they knelt on the ground with a "thud."

The kneecap smashed two deep craters into the ground.

"Spleen Earth - Heavy Pressure".

Yan Sen slowly turned around, looking down at the two distorted faces.

"I was thinking that even though you've committed many evils and are inhuman, at least you have a human form, so I wanted to give you a quick death. Since you insist on offering your heads..." Yan Sen's eyes flashed with azure-gold light, and his smile was a bit cold. "Perfect, I have a few new ideas about my gravity, but I'm currently lacking experimental materials."

After Yan Sen achieved the perfection of the spleen and earth element, he had this idea: what kind of effect would it have if gravity were injected into the human body and acted directly on the internal organs?

The idea is good, but this is not a move that can be used in sparring matches; if you get hit by it, you're doomed.

While his sparring sessions with Zhang Lingyu and the others at Longhu Mountain were limited to minor skirmishes, now he was facing these scumbags who used infants to refine Gu poison.

Sorry, Yan Sen's mental burden has been deactivated.

"rise."

Raise your hand slightly.

The two Gu Masters were overjoyed to find that gravity had disappeared. They turned around and were about to run away, but the next second, an even more terrifying force drilled directly into their stomachs, enveloping their heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

Give it another hard squeeze!

"Ugh—!!!"

The screams were so shrill they sounded inhuman.

Their exteriors were completely unharmed, but in Yan Sen's [All Things Connected to Qi] vision, their internal organs were instantly squeezed into a lump of minced meat!

"puff!"

Both of them simultaneously coughed up a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs and collapsed limply.

The intestines are perforated and the stomach is rotten, but the exterior is shiny.

This is what is called a true "internal injury".

"Ugh...that's a little disgusting." Yan Sen took a step back in disgust, avoiding the bloodstains. "Next time, let's just bury it directly."

After clearing out the smaller fry, Yan Sen continued deeper into the area.

As they walked through the dense forest, a strange smell wafted over. It wasn't the smell of blood, but something like... the sour smell of fermenting dough?

In the open space ahead, Old Meng was standing with his back to him.

He was holding a Gu Master by the neck.

The Gu Master convulsed all over, and layers of white mold visibly grew on his skin, resembling a piece of moldy bread.

Its eyes bulged out, and it made a "whoosh whoosh" sound from its mouth; it was clear it wouldn't survive.

"Click."

Old Meng tightened his grip, and the man's neck twisted to the side.

He released his grip, took out a handkerchief, carefully wiped his hands, and then turned around.

On that honest face, full of wrinkles, hung a simple yet awkward smile.

"Oh, Xiao Yan's here." Old Meng pushed up his glasses. "This... I'm sorry you had to see this."

Yan Sen stared at the corpse on the ground, which resembled a moldy loaf of bread, his eyelids twitching wildly.

Old Meng's methods involve manipulating microorganisms to undermine his opponents at the microscopic level.

This is even worse than my hellhole!

"Uncle Meng is awesome." Yan Sen gave a thumbs up. "That efficiency is professional."

"Oh, not at all, I can't compare to you." Old Meng pointed to the bizarre corpses in the distance. "On my way here, these people have been struck by lightning or fallen flat on their faces... Xiao Yan, this... is all your doing, isn't it?"

The two exchanged a smile, a feeling of "perverts meeting perverts, appreciating each other's talents."

"Uncle Liao asked me to follow your lead."

Old Meng instinctively took a step back and waved his hand, "No, don't get too close. I'm still covered in germs; it's easy to accidentally injure friendly forces."

Yan Sen also stopped and pointed to the ground: "Uncle Meng, don't stand there so still. The Qi in the ground is still surging around. It wouldn't be good if you tripped over it."

The two people, standing two meters apart, exchanged a knowing look.

One is into bacteria and biochemistry, the other into feng shui and karma.

Since they are all weapons of mass destruction, it's best to maintain polite social distancing.

"Let's go, the core area is just ahead." Old Meng pointed to the largest stilted building. "The feeling it gives me is... very strange."

The two, one in front and one behind, broke through the last line of defense.

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, the stilted house was dimly lit and filled with a strong smell of medicine and decay.

Yan Sen spotted the small figure on the bamboo couch in the center of the room at a glance.

She is a little girl.

She looked about four or five years old, dressed in elaborate Miao silver ornaments, and was as beautiful as a porcelain doll, with skin so white it was almost transparent.

But the moment Yan Sen saw her, his heart felt like it had been squeezed tightly.

In the perspective of [All Things Connected by Qi], the little girl's presence is... frighteningly faint.

She sat there, but her "qi" was as light as a wisp of smoke that could dissipate at any moment.

"This..." Old Meng's eyes instantly reddened.

He thought of his own daughter, who was about the same age and just as adorable.

But this child in front of me...

The little girl slowly raised her head.

What kind of eyes were those?

Its emerald green pupils, like the finest jade, were also like the coldest glass beads.

There was no fear, no curiosity, no anger.

It doesn't even have a human touch.

She was like an exquisite doll, silently watching the intruder, her eyes so empty they were heartbreaking.

She didn't feel like she had been rescued, nor did she feel like she was in danger.

Everything in this world is irrelevant to her.

Yan Sen took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in his heart.

This is...

Is the Medicine Immortal Society pursuing... a Gu-body Saint Child?

They stripped people of their humanity, turning them into containers for poisonous insects, living "gu" (a type of poison).

"Little sister."

Yan Sen stepped forward, squatted down beside the bamboo couch, and spoke very softly.

"Come with your brother, okay?"

He stretched out his hand.

The little girl looked down at the hand, then at Yan Sen's face.

He didn't speak, and his expression remained unchanged.

She mechanically and obediently placed her cold little hand in Yan Sen's palm.

There was no resistance, no hesitation.

In her mind, she was a "Gu", and the person in front of her was probably the new "Gu Master".

Gu (a type of poison) must obey commands.

The moment Yan Sen grasped that small hand, he felt as if he were holding a block of ice.

He glanced back at Old Meng.

Old Meng turned his back, took off his glasses, and wiped the corner of his eye.

"Let's go, Uncle Meng," Yan Sen said softly. "Let's take her back."

……

Half an hour later, the helicopter roared to life.

The stronghold of the Medicine Immortal Society was engulfed in flames and has been razed to the ground.

Liao Zhong stood at the cabin door, watching Yan Sen lead the green-eyed girl towards them.

When the burly man saw those eyes, all the foul language he had prepared got stuck in his throat.

"These beasts..."

Liao Zhong gritted his teeth, his eyes twitching wildly.

He crouched down to hug the child, but Yan Sen blocked him.

"Uncle Liao, don't touch her." Yan Sen shook his head. "The Gu poison in her body hasn't been cleared. Uncle Meng and I have special methods; anyone who touches her will die."

Liao Zhong froze, withdrew his hand, and slammed it hard against the cabin wall.

"Get on the plane! Go back!"

Liao Zhong roared, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage and a slight tremor.

"I'm going to dig up all those bastards' ancestral graves! Then... I'll use that money to cure this kid! No matter the cost, no matter the consequences! He has to be cured!"

Yan Sen pulled the little girl into the cabin.

The plane took off and disappeared into the deep mountains.

Yan Sen looked out at the clouds, still holding the little girl's cold hand tightly in his.

He suddenly realized that his eyes, which could see through feng shui and predict life and death, were sometimes quite cruel.

Because he saw it all too clearly.

The "life force" within this child could be said to be symbiotic with the primordial Gu worm, sharing both prosperity and ruin, but her "soul," that ball of light representing self-awareness...

It's almost out.

"Cure the illness?" Yan Sen murmured to himself. "Physical illnesses are easy to cure, but how do you cure the illnesses of the heart? Grandpa Tian, ​​the 'illnesses' of this world are even harder to cure than your insomnia..."