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

After exchanging glances, the two remained silent, and the air in the room seemed to grow heavy.

Seeing that Yan Sen remained silent, Xu Si broke the silence first. He exhaled a smoke ring, and through the swirling smoke, a playful glint flashed in his seemingly lazy eyes. "Hey kid, what are you doing here? Did you follow your brother? Want me to buy you an ice pop to cool you down?"

Yan Sen didn't even lift his eyelids, but gently blew away the dust floating on the cup, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Brother, I was here first. I think it was you two who were following me. Your ability to turn the tables is much better than your tracking skills." Yan Sen put down his cup, leaned back, and found a comfortable position against the back of his chair.

"Traveling around the world with a dim-witted older sister, it's only possible here. If this were in Beijing, concerned residents of Chaoyang District would have already reported you as a human trafficker."

"Hey?" Xu Si raised an eyebrow, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, and leaned forward. "Little brat, you've got a sharp tongue. Who are you from? Didn't anyone teach you to respect your elders?"

"What a coincidence, I'm a person who values ​​respecting the elderly and caring for the young the most." Yan Sen pointed to Xu Si, then to himself, "But it depends on the person. For those old hooligans who roam around on the train, I usually suggest calling the police directly."

The two went back and forth, their words full of insults, each more offensive than the other.

Gao Lian stood to the side, adjusting his glasses, feeling a slight headache. These two were like hedgehogs; getting them together was a disaster.

"Um..." Gao Lian was about to speak up to smooth things over.

Feng Baobao, who had been quietly eating sweet potatoes, suddenly moved.

She stood up without warning, and in that instant, Yan Sen's left hand, which was under the table, tightened suddenly.

The "early warning system" he had set up earlier—that sensory network composed of liver wood qi—did not react at all!

In the perception of the Yansen Warning Bureau, Feng Baobao was like a stone, a tree, or even a wisp of air.

She showed no murderous intent, no emotions, and not even the fluctuations one would expect from a supernatural being practicing Qi in the conventional sense.

She walked straight up to Yan Sen, her delicate yet expressionless face coming closer, less than five centimeters from his nose.

Yan Sen could even smell the faint scent of roasted sweet potatoes on her, as well as an indescribable... earthy aroma.

"suck--"

Feng Baobao twitched her nose, as if she were smelling something rare.

Yan Sen froze, the hairs on the back of his head standing on end. At this distance, if his opponent suddenly attacked, he would have no choice but to use the Golden Light Spell to withstand the attack.

The scariest thing is that even now, his "scheme" has not been reported to the police, as if the woman in front of him doesn't exist at all.

"What are you doing?" Yan Sen asked, trying to remain calm, leaning back slightly.

Feng Baobao tilted her head, a look of confusion appearing in her large, clear eyes. She stared at Yan Sen's face, then glanced at his chest, and slowly said:

"That's strange..."

"What's wrong, baby? Could there really be something wrong with this kid?" Xu Si also came over, looking curious.

"This face... I feel like I've seen it somewhere before." Feng Baobao stretched out a finger, wanting to poke Yan Sen's face, but Yan Sen turned his head to avoid it.

She didn't seem to mind, withdrew her hand, put it in her pocket, and continued, "And your scent... it's very familiar. Have you seen me before?"

Yan Sen's heart skipped a beat.

He'd never seen her before! This was his first time in Northeast China, and the first time he'd ever met this woman.

But this woman's temperament inexplicably reminded him of Chen Duo, who had just been brought out of the Medicine Immortal Society. The same 'emptiness', only she was more vibrant than Chen Duo.

That's strange. Could it be that something similar happened to this woman as well?

Yan Sen forcibly suppressed his doubts, putting on an expression as if he were looking at a lunatic: "Lady, that's not how you hit on someone. I'm only fifteen this year, and you look at me, you must be at least twenty, right? The generation gap between us is deeper than the Mariana Trench, how can we be familiar with each other?"

"Oh." Feng Baobao nodded, seemingly accepting the explanation, then turned and walked back to Xu Si's side to continue munching on her sweet potato. "Then maybe I remembered it wrong."

Although she said that, Yan Sen clearly felt that the woman would occasionally glance at him out of the corner of her eye. That look, devoid of any malicious emotion, made Yan Sen feel like he was being pricked by thorns.

"Alright, alright, stop reading fortunes here."

Gao Lian finally couldn't hold back any longer. He tapped the table, his expression turning serious. He walked to the projector and pressed the switch.

"Let's get down to business."

With a slight crackling sound, a huge map of Northeast China was projected onto the conference room wall. Several winding blue lines on the map were marked in glaring red.

"This is the Liao River, this is the Hun River, this is the Taizi River."

Gao Lian held a laser pointer and drew several circles on the map. His voice was low and serious. "Since we're all in the same industry, I won't beat around the bush. Although it's summer now, it's not the main flood season in Northeast China. But since the end of July, the water levels of these major rivers have been rising wildly without any large-scale rainfall."

Gao Lian clicked on the next picture. It was a series of photos taken on-site, showing the turbid river roaring and crashing against the banks, with the water level already approaching the warning threshold.

"According to the water resources department's calculations, if the water level continues to rise at this rate, these rivers will breach their banks simultaneously within a few days." Gao Lian pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "At that time, several cities downstream, including millions of acres of fertile land, will be turned into a vast expanse of water. Conservatively estimated, the direct economic losses will exceed five billion yuan, and the affected population... conservatively estimated, will be over one million people."

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

Xu Si's cigarette fell out of his mouth. He stomped on it, frowning, and said, "Uncle Gao, this isn't right, is it? This is a natural disaster. For natural disasters, you should contact the water resources bureau, the flood control office, or the military. Why are you coming to us? To make us carry sandbags?"

"If it's a natural disaster, I naturally won't trouble you all."

Gao Lian took a deep breath, his face so dark it could drip water. "But what if this natural disaster was man-made?"

"Man-made?" Xu Si was taken aback.

"That's right." Gao Lian pointed to the red circles on the map. "In the early stages of the abnormal rise in water levels, I sent my best men to investigate. One of them was an extraordinary person under my command who was proficient in geomancy and feng shui."

Gao Lian's voice carried a hint of suppressed anger: "In the end, he was crippled."

"Crippled?" Yan Sen narrowed his eyes.

"Yes. His magic was broken, his eyes were blinded by malevolent energy, and all his cultivation was destroyed." Gao Lian gritted his teeth. "But he risked his life to bring back a message—someone tampered with the sources and key points of these rivers. In feng shui terms, they're cutting off the dragon veins, reversing the rivers, and forcibly angering the 'River God' through violence!"

"Moreover, judging from the methods and traces of the magic used by the other party in their battle with my feng shui master..." Gao Lian turned to look at Yan Sen, "it's not our local style. The other party is proficient in raising evil spirits, controlling ghosts, and yin-yang arts. They need to set up an altar when casting spells, and there is only one that meets all of these conditions."

Yan Sen tapped his fingers lightly on the table and slowly uttered five words: "Eastern Japan, Nine Chrysanthemum School."

"Nine Chrysanthemum School?" Xu Si scratched his head. "Japanese devils? Those supernatural beings from Japan have basically disappeared from our country, right? How dare they still come here to cause trouble?"

"Even a centipede, though dead, does not fall down." Yan Sen sneered, a fierce glint in his eyes. "These people call themselves feng shui masters, but they're really just a bunch of sorcerers who've only scratched the surface of 'Qimen Dunjia.' What they're best at is using feng shui formations to harm people, or altering the environment to achieve some ulterior motive. In the feng shui circle, we call them 'stinking rats in the gutter.'"

Yan Sen stood up, walked to the map, and pointed to the direction of the rivers.

"Uncle Gao, on the train here, when we passed Shanhaiguan, I noticed that the earth's energy there was a bit off." Yan Sen's finger traced the direction of the dragon vein. "It should have been a scene of purple energy coming from the east and a black dragon emerging from the water, but now the dragon vein is entangled with a gray-black death aura. At the time, I suspected that someone was playing tricks, but I didn't expect these bastards to go this far."

"They want to disrupt the dragon veins of the entire Northeast by altering the feng shui of several major rivers, thereby causing widespread natural disasters..." Yan Sen turned around and looked at Gao Lian and Xu Si. "This is not something that one or two people can accomplish. It's a huge project that requires a large number of people. It requires setting up formations, making sacrifices, and drawing out evil spirits at different points simultaneously. That small group of Japanese soldiers can't do it."

"They have helpers," Xu Si suddenly said, his tone certain.

"That's right." Gao Lian nodded. "That's why I specifically asked the North China region for assistance when I requested help from headquarters."

Gao Lian looked at Xu Si and Feng Baobao: "Xu Si, has things been a bit unsettled in North China lately, since your grandfather was in charge?"

"Things aren't peaceful." Xu Si lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and his eyes turned somewhat sinister. "Recently, a group of supernatural beings have disappeared in North China. These people are either members of the Quanxing sect or suspected members of the Quanxing sect. Although these bastards usually roam around, this is the first time they've disappeared on such a large scale and in such an organized manner."

Xu Si turned to look at Feng Baobao: "Right, Baobao?"

Feng Baobao was still struggling with that stubborn sweet potato peel when she heard Xu Si call her. Without looking up, she said, "Yeah, yeah, there are some. I remember a few of their faces. The one in the flowery dress, and the one who likes to play with knives, they all ran this way."

"That matches up, at least we have a general direction now." Gao Lian slammed his fist on the table. "The Nine Chrysanthemum School provides the technology and core strategy, while the Quanxing, those troublemaking lunatics, provide the manpower and cover. These bastards are trying to create a big scandal on my Northeast turf!"

At this moment, Gao Lian no longer resembled a refined and scholarly schoolteacher. His Qi began to surge, and a dark Qi mixed with countless immortal auras faintly took shape behind him, like an enraged tiger ready to devour its prey.

"They're causing trouble on my turf, and they even tried to flood my hometown..." Gao Lian's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "I'm going to drag these Japanese devils, and those traitorous Quanxing dogs, back to the company one by one, interrogate them thoroughly, and then personally kill them one by one!"

The temperature in the conference room plummeted; it was pure murderous intent.

Yan Sen looked at the furious Gao Lian, but instead of being afraid, he whistled.

"Uncle Gao, you've got guts! You didn't embarrass me!" Yan Sen clapped his hands. "Alright, Uncle Gao, now that we've figured out the situation, let's divide the work. How do we break this feng shui formation? Where's the key point? How do we repair it? I'll handle that."

"Alright!" Gao Lian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger and regaining his composure. "Then let's split into two groups. I'll mobilize all the manpower in the Northeast region to conduct a grid-based search using conventional methods, while also contacting government departments to prepare for flood prevention and strive to minimize the losses."

"As for breaking the deadlock..." Gao Lian looked at Yan Sen, Xu Si, and Feng Baobao, "I'll leave it to you guys."

"Sir, you're a feng shui expert, so this operation will be based on your judgment. If you need assistance from other feng shui masters, I'll contact the company immediately to arrange it for you, or even let me do it myself. Your task is to find all the feng shui formations they've set up and find a way to destroy them."

"Xu Si, Bao Bao," Gao Lian looked at the two of them, "You only have one mission—to protect him with my men. Once he starts his operation, those Japanese devils will definitely find out, and then they will do everything they can to kill Yan Sen, no matter the cost."

"Don't worry, Uncle Gao." Xu Si stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, cracked his neck, and said, "I'm good at bragging and talking nonsense, and I'm also an expert bodyguard. As long as Bao Bao and I are here, not even the Japanese devils, let alone the King of Hell, can touch a hair on this kid's head."

Feng Baobao finally finished eating the sweet potato. She clapped her hands, stood up, and walked to Yan Sen's side.

"Let's go." Feng Baobao looked at Yan Sen, her big eyes still devoid of emotion, but her words were inexplicably reassuring: "I know you're fragile, I'll keep an eye on you."

Yan Sen's lips twitched slightly.

Crispy crust?

I'm a ground-based martial artist who has refined the spleen earth and liver wood, and possesses the Golden Light Mantra! Although my martial arts skills are a bit weak, I shouldn't be called a fragile person, right?

But looking at Feng Baobao's earnest yet adorable face, he ultimately swallowed his rebuttal.

Trying to reason with this woman is pointless; it's impossible to get through to her.

"Alright." Yan Sen slung his canvas bag over his shoulder, twirled the ruler in his hand, and walked towards the door first. "Let's go then. Our newly formed 'old, weak, sick, and disabled' group is going to teach those Japanese devils a lesson."

"Old" refers to Xu Si (who is older than him), "weak" refers to Yan Sen (self-deprecatingly), "sick" refers to Feng Baobao (who is mentally ill), and "crippled"... probably refers to Jiu Ju Liu, who is about to be crippled.

The three walked out of the conference room, their shadows stretching long under the overhead lights.

"Wooden head, you really haven't seen me before?"

"I've never seen this before. Wait a minute, silly lady, who are you calling 'blockhead'?"