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

After two transfers, Yan Sen finally boarded the train from Yanjing to the "Little Paris of the East".

The green train in 2005 was basically a moving tin can.

The smells of sweat, braised beef noodle seasoning, cheap tobacco, and stale salted fish emanating from someone's worn-out shoes all mingled together, fermenting in the windowless carriage. The stench was even more intoxicating than Liao Zhong's socks.

Yan Sen was sitting in a hard seat by the window, holding a copy of "Story Collection" to cover his face, seemingly watching the excitement, but in reality, he had already scanned the entire carriage out of the corner of his eye.

He didn't buy a sleeper berth.

It wasn't to save Yan Que money, but because the sleeper berth was too enclosed, which is considered unfavorable for the flow of "qi" in feng shui, also known as a dead end.

Although the hard seats are chaotic, they offer a wide view and are a gathering place for all sorts of people, making them the most well-informed and easiest place to observe "Qi".

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a bluish-gold light flowed deep within his pupils as the [All Things Connected to Qi] was activated.

The once noisy carriage instantly lost its color in his eyes, transforming into a network of Qi woven from countless lines. Most people's Qi was very weak, flickering like fireflies; those were ordinary people.

But at the connection point of this carriage, there was a guy who shone like a big light bulb.

He was a young man in his early twenties, with a head of white hair that was extremely unconventional for this era. He was wearing a loose jacket, had an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and was idly shaking his leg.

"An extraordinary person."

Yan Sen silently labeled him in his mind.

This person's Qi is very scattered, with almost no trace of acquired cultivation. It can be determined that he is an innate extraordinary person. Although his Qi is not much and is ethereal, his foundation is surprisingly solid, and his methods should be quite good.

"This is interesting." Yan Sen turned a page of his book, a slight smile playing on his lips. "The population of superhumans is even lower than that of pandas in this day and age; it's usually hard to even encounter one. On this train to Erbin, besides me, I actually managed to run into a wild one?"

Moreover, judging from the other party's nonchalant yet constantly vigilant demeanor, they were clearly on their way with a mission or trouble.

"It seems my father was right. The Northeast is now a vortex that sucks in all sorts of monsters and demons."

Yan Sen did not rush up to strike up a conversation.

According to the rules of the martial arts world, it is a great taboo to rashly test someone's background when you meet them by chance without knowing their background. Whether the other party is righteous or evil, a high-ranking master from a prestigious sect or a madman from the Quanxing Sect, or a spoiled brat from some family, is unknown.

He subtly adjusted his posture, tucking his left hand into his sleeve and lightly tapping the armrest of the seat with his index finger.

"Buzz—"

A faint trace of liver wood energy flowed from his fingertips, like an invisible film spreading along the ground and silently covering a three-meter radius around him.

This is a minimal "early warning bureau".

Within this range, Yan Sen can sense any fluctuations in the Qi of an extraordinary person or any murderous gaze directed at him immediately.

After doing all this, Yan Sen turned his gaze to the window.

The train is roaring through Shanhaiguan.

Shanhaiguan, known as the First Pass Under Heaven, is also the dividing line between the area inside and outside the pass. In Feng Shui, it is where the spurs of the Yanshan Mountains enter the sea, and is called "Old Dragon Head".

In Yan Sen's view, what should have been a majestic and magnificent dragon vein node with purple aura coming from the east was now presenting a heart-palpitating scene.

Beneath the earth, the veins of light that should have been clear and bright like rushing rivers were now murky and muddy, as if countless tons of silt had been poured into them.

The dark gray malevolent energy, like maggots clinging to bones, coiled around the nodes of the dragon vein, causing the originally vigorous "dragon energy" to become listless and even faintly exuding a rotten death aura.

"Tsk..."

Yan Sen put down the book in his hand, his brows furrowed tightly.

"This is not a natural disaster."

In the event of natural disasters such as earthquakes or floods, the Qi of the earth's veins will exhibit a fractured and turbulent state, which is the earth's wrath.

But now, this ley line has been "contaminated".

It's like someone deliberately dumping a bunch of dead pigs and sheep upstream from a clear water source.

"For such a large area of ​​ley lines to become so turbid, either a massacre that killed tens of thousands of people has just occurred here, leaving behind a swarm of resentment; or a natural disaster that could temporarily sever the earth's energy and alter the terrain has occurred; or..."

Yan Sen tapped his fingers lightly on the windowsill, his eyes turning cold.

"It was man-made."

We live in a society governed by the rule of law; the deaths of tens of thousands of people cannot be hidden.

If a natural disaster were to occur, it would have been reported in the news long ago.

Then there's only one possibility: someone in the industry is up to no good.

And it's a big-budget project.

This kind of method is not something that ordinary charlatans who practice feng shui and fortune telling can do.

This is a sorcerer who truly understands the earth's energy and can shake mountains and rivers, using some kind of vicious formation to forcibly extract or pollute the dragon vein's fortune in the Northeast.

"Competitors are enemies."

Yan Sen touched the Heavenly Ruler in his arms, feeling the icy touch of the ruler, and his fighting spirit rose little by little.

"No matter who you are, since you dare to disturb the dragon vein, don't blame me for having a good fight with you."

……

After more than ten hours of bumpy travel, the train finally pulled into Harbin Station, panting heavily.

The people in the carriage began to stir, some grabbing their luggage, some calling their children, and some making phone calls to let everyone know they were safe—it was complete chaos.

Yan Sen, carrying his faded canvas bag, didn't rush to squeeze off the bus.

He peered through the gaps in the crowd and locked onto the white-haired youth.

The white-haired youth was clearly a seasoned veteran, weaving through the crowded streets like an eel, and quickly got off the bus.

Yan Sen followed at a leisurely pace, maintaining a safe distance that would neither lose him nor be detected.

As for why they didn't go first? Of course, it was to avoid being ambushed!

As soon as Yan Sen stepped out of the station, the fiery atmosphere unique to Northeast China immediately enveloped him.

The square was crowded with people, but the white-haired youth did not leave. Instead, he walked straight to a corner by the roadside.

There was a person squatting there.

It's a woman.

She was wearing an oversized baseball uniform that didn't fit her at all, and her long hair was a mess, hanging down like a bird's nest, covering most of her face. She was holding a roasted sweet potato in her hand and was eating it without any regard for her image, her mouth covered in black ash.

Despite her disheveled appearance, Yan Sen keenly noticed that although her clothes were old, they were very clean, and there was no dirt under her fingernails.

What terrified Yan Sen the most was her Qi.

The state of one's Qi can reflect one's methods and personality to a certain extent. For example, Yan Que cultivated the Lung Metal and Heart Fire Qi for thirty years, which made his Qi appear restless.

Chen Duo's Qi, which had just left the Medicine Immortal Society, was cold and lifeless.

If we compare the Qi of ordinary people to fireflies and the Qi of extraordinary people to torches, then this woman's Qi... is "emptiness".

It's not that she lacks Qi, but rather that her Qi is too "still".

It was as still as a stagnant pool, as empty as a universe, untouched by any worldly causes and effects, and even the breath of "being alive" was terrifyingly faint.

Yan Sen had only seen a similar feeling in one person.

The contemporary Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain, his great-grandfather was Zhang Zhiwei.

But the old master's was a restrained state after returning to simplicity, while this woman was more like... pure "nothingness".

"The Northeast is truly a place where hidden talents abound."

Yan Sen glanced at it once and immediately looked away, even voluntarily cutting off the detection of [All Things Connected by Qi].

His intuition told him that this woman was quite dangerous.

At this moment, the white-haired youth had already walked up to the woman, kicked the toe of her shoe, and said impatiently, "Hey baby, I told you to wait here, why are you squatting here eating? Aren't you afraid of being kidnapped as a beggar?"

The woman looked up, revealing a delicate but expressionless face. Speaking slowly in a thick Sichuan accent, she said, "Fourth brother, don't make a fuss. This sweet potato is so sweet, would you like a bite?"

"Eat my ass! Let's get going! We still have a mess to clean up at the Gao family's place!"

The white-haired youth known as Xu Si rolled his eyes and reached out to pull the woman.

The woman stood up, dusted herself off, and didn't immediately follow Xu Si.

She suddenly turned her head, and her clear, unadulterated eyes pierced through the bustling crowd, landing precisely on Yan Sen's retreating figure as he prepared to turn and leave.

Yan Sen's back tensed instantly; the feeling of being watched by a master made his hair stand on end. But he didn't turn around, only paused for a moment, and then continued to blend into the crowd as if nothing had happened.

"What's wrong?" Xu Si asked, puzzled, when she didn't move.

The woman stared in the direction where Yan Sen had disappeared, tilted her head, and a rare look of confusion appeared on her usually blank face.

"Fourth brother."

"what?"

"That kid..." The woman pointed in the direction Yan Sen had left, her voice as flat as if she were saying the weather was nice today, "He's different from everyone else."

Xu Si looked in the direction she was pointing and saw only a jumble of heads; he couldn't make out anything else.

"Which kid? Are you seeing things?" Xu Si didn't take it seriously, pushing the woman forward by the back. "Hurry up, my dear lady, forget about the kid. We're here on a mission. If we mess this up, my dad will skin me alive!"

The woman was being pushed along, but she couldn't help but look back one last time.

"His Qi... is connected to the things underground."

……

After turning two street corners and confirming that no one was following him, Yan Sen let out a long breath of white air.

"That woman..."

Yan Sen touched his chest; his heart was still beating a little fast.

"Those eyes were frighteningly clear. If I were to fight her, all my tricks and schemes would probably be useless; she could probably find my weakness just by intuition."

Yan Sen shook his head, trying to banish the image of that woman from his mind.

"Never mind, as long as they're not enemies. The most urgent thing is to see Gao Lian first."

He hailed a taxi and gave them the address of the Northeast Regional Headquarters of NaDuTong.

Outside the car window, although Harbin was in the height of summer and the trees along the roadside were lush and green, Yan Sen could sense a chilling atmosphere.

Yan Sen looked at the city, which was covered in ice and snow for a quarter of the year, and the blue-gold light in his eyes shone again.

Beneath the bustling city, the 'black dragon' that should have been sleeping and guarding its territory seemed to be writhing in agony, emitting mournful cries.

"Bear with it, big guy."

Yan Sen's lips curled into a cold smile.

"The doctor has arrived."