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

On National Highway 101 outside Harbin.

A dark green Cherokee Jeep roared and sped off like a mad bull.

The driver was Feng Baobao. The way she held the steering wheel was no different from how she held a kitchen knife. Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, and she pressed the accelerator with great determination, as if her father's killer was right in front of her.

"Baby, we're going to Phoenix Mountain, not to be reincarnated. Slow down, slow down!"

Xu Si sat in the passenger seat, one hand gripping the armrest, the other holding a cigarette, the ash from the jolting so much it spilled all over his crotch. He turned to look at Yan Sen, who sat as steady as a mountain in the back seat, and clicked his tongue, "Hey, Yan, you've got a good attitude. I thought you'd be like those naive kids who've never seen the world, so scared you'd wet your pants."

Yan Sen sat cross-legged in the back seat, his body maintaining a delicate balance like a roly-poly toy despite the violent jolting of the car. He toyed with a ruler in his hand, not even raising his eyelids: "Brother Xu, if you want to trick me, you don't need to use this kind of reverse psychology. You can smell whether I've wet my pants or not. But you, you've been probing me the whole way. What? Is your side job doing background checks for 'All-Knowing'?"

"Hey kid, you've got a mouth that's like it's been laced with poison, I kind of like it." Xu Si stubbed out his cigarette in the car ashtray, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I'm just curious, my old man said the Celestial Master treats you like a treasure, and Liao Zhong is also on good terms with you. What's your special skill? You can't stand out in this world with just those eyes."

"I wouldn't call it a special skill, but I do have a couple of ways to save my life," Yan Sen retorted sarcastically. "As for Brother Xu, traveling all over the world with this... well, 'pure' girl, you must have quite a few special skills yourself, right? Like, trafficking women?"

"You silly boy, don't talk nonsense."

Feng Baobao, who had been focused on driving, suddenly spoke up, her Sichuan accent smoothly cutting off the two's pointless banter. She freed one hand and pointed to the rearview mirror, her expressionless face showing no emotion: "Fourth brother, there's a car behind us. It's been following us for half an hour. At first, it was far away, but now it's getting closer. I think the driver, a fat guy, has a big head, and the aura he exudes feels somewhat familiar."

Xu Si and Yan Sen both looked at the rearview mirror at the same time.

A black Toyota Prado followed at a distance of about fifty meters behind. On this national highway, where only the two vehicles were present, this following distance did indeed seem somewhat ambiguous.

"Damn, that was fast?" Xu Si frowned, his previous carefree attitude instantly vanishing, replaced by a seasoned wariness. "We just got off the train not long ago, right? They're already sticking to us? Something's not right."

"Fourth brother, when are we going to make our move?" Feng Baobao asked matter-of-factly, as if she were asking what they were having for dinner.

"Don't rush, wait a little longer." Xu Si took out his lighter, intending to light a cigarette, but then put it down. He turned to Yan Sen in the back seat, "Xiao Yan, you have good eyesight, can you take a look? Is it just passing by, or looking for trouble?"

Yan Sen didn't speak, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

【All things are connected by Qi】, open.

His perspective shifted instantly. The previously unremarkable black SUV transformed into a mobile high-pressure energy source in Yan Sen's eyes. Inside the vehicle, four orbs of blue energy, each uniquely shaped but extremely concentrated, were slowly circulating.

Especially in the passenger seat, the Qi energy was like a coiled venomous snake, poised to strike.

"Confirmed." Yan Sen's eyes dimmed, his tone as calm as reciting a menu. "They are supernatural beings, four in total. Their Qi is all quite strong. The one in the passenger seat is a trained martial artist, his external martial arts should be quite good. The two in the back seat... their Qi is more yin and soft, they should be either skilled in hidden weapons or sorcerers."

"Alright, they're coming for us."

Xu Si grinned, revealing a set of small white teeth, a smile that exuded a chilling ferocity.

"Since we've been following you all this way, it would be impolite of us North China people not to say hello." Xu Si patted Feng Baobao on the shoulder. "Baobao, drive steadily, don't sway."

"Okay." Feng Baobao gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and the Cherokee's body instantly stabilized, as if it were gliding on a railway track.

Xu Si rolled down the car window, and a gust of wind rushed in, making his white hair dance wildly. He didn't turn around, but casually stretched his right hand out of the window, palm facing backward, fingers spread, and made a vague grabbing motion towards the Toyota Prado that was hot on his heels.

"Buzz—"

There was no earth-shattering explosion in the air, but in Yan Sen's perception, an invisible yet domineering force instantly formed a distorted magnetic field vortex centered on Xu Si's palm.

Xu Si's innate superpower—human magnetism!

Behind, inside a black Toyota Prado.

The fat man driving was humming a folk song when he suddenly felt the car lurch down. Then, a huge suction force descended on the windshield without warning!

"Holy crap! What the hell?!" the fat man exclaimed.

Before he could react, the sturdy tempered windshield was as if it were being forcibly pulled outward by an invisible giant hand. With a crisp "crack," the entire piece of glass shattered and detached from its frame. Instead of breaking inward, it flew backward toward the front of the car and smashed hard into the fat man's head!

"squeak--!!!"

The fat man instinctively jerked the steering wheel, and the heavy SUV drew a breathtaking S-shaped curve on the national highway, instantly filling the air with the acrid smell of burning tires rubbing against the ground.

"Hold on!"

In the passenger seat, a tall, thin man with a sinister face let out a cold shout. He reacted extremely quickly; the instant the glass flew out, he unbuckled his seatbelt, slammed his left foot onto the car's center console for leverage, leaned forward, and with one hand forming a claw, imbued with bluish-black energy, unleashed a ruthless "Azure Dragon Probing the Water" strike!

"Bang!"

He shattered the returning windshield with a single claw, sending countless shards of glass flying in all directions like a torrential downpour.

"Good tactic! It's the Xu family of Central China's influence!" The tall, thin man flicked the glass shards from his hand, his eyes cold. "Now that we've been discovered, let's not hide anything! Sister Fu, make your move!"

In the back seat, a plump, beautiful woman with a round face but a sinister air sneered.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time."

She pulled a seemingly ordinary bamboo tube from her bosom and placed it to her lips. Her internal energy instantly circulated, gathering in her lungs, then compressed and expelled through the bamboo tube!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two extremely faint whooshing sounds rang out.

Two steel needles, no longer than a little finger and entirely blue, moved at a speed comparable to pistol bullets with the aid of Qi! They pierced through the shattered windshield, grazed past the ears of the fat man and the tall, thin man, and hurtled toward the rear tires of the Cherokee ahead with a deathly whistle!

This woman is a master of concealed weapons; her "blowgun" skill allows her to hit any target within a hundred meters!

At the same time, a boy who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, sitting next to the woman, suddenly had an eerie blue light emanating from his eyes. His gaze seemed to be locked on the two steel needles, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"You got it, Sister Fu! Perfect angle!"

The boy slapped his thigh and shouted excitedly. His special ability was "visual lock," which allowed him to correct the attack trajectory of his teammates through his gaze. Even fast-moving targets appeared stationary to him.

The car in front had a tire blowout, resulting in a fatal crash and loss of life—that was their script.

However, the script was rewritten in the next second.

In the back seat of the Cherokee, Yan Sen maintained his lazy posture, only slightly turning his head to glance at the cold glint of light flying in from outside the window.

"Tsk, littering everywhere, so rude."

Yan Sen made a hand seal with his left hand and gently pressed his right hand into the air.

"rise."

"boom!"

A thick, vast, earth-yellow light, as if the earth had been turned upside down, burst forth from under the Cherokee!

The light wasn't dazzling, but it carried a despairing sense of "reality." It didn't spread outwards, but rather clung tightly to the surface of the vehicle, as if coating the Jeep with a thick layer of golden armor.

Spleen Earth Golden Light · Buzhou Mountain.

"Ding! Ding!"

Two clear, metallic clangs rang out.

The two poison needles, powerful enough to pierce steel plates, slammed into the layer of earthy yellow golden light.

There was no explosion, and no penetration.

The poison needles were like two toothpicks that had crashed into a tank. The moment they came into contact with the golden light, they were shattered by the extremely heavy Qi energy and turned into specks of blue light that dissipated into the air.

The car didn't even shake.

"This...this is impossible!"

In the car behind, the smile on the boy's face, whose eyes were glowing blue, froze instantly. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "What is that? My visual feedback... it's a solid object? That's a wall?!"

The round-faced woman, Sister Fu, also changed her expression. She knew all too well the power of her blowgun. Even a master of external martial arts would not dare to take it head-on. What on earth was that yellow light?

In the Cherokee, Xu Si whistled, glanced at the still-swirling ochre halo in the rearview mirror, and a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.

"Xiao Yan, you're really something! You've mastered the Golden Light Mantra to an art form? This hardness is probably harder than a steel plate, isn't it?"

"Brother Xu, you flatter me." Yan Sen withdrew his hand, and the golden light on his body slowly disappeared, but he did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he took out a few copper coins engraved with runes from his canvas bag and tucked them between his fingers.

"I'm a coward, and I'm terrified of death. When I'm out and about, I don't feel at ease unless I'm wearing a turtle shell around my neck."

Yan Sen turned his head and looked through the rear window at the somewhat disheveled Toyota Prado behind him. A hunter's cold glint appeared in his clear black and white eyes.

"Now that we've exchanged greetings, shouldn't we reciprocate with a gift?"

Yan Sen's lips curled slightly, his tone chilling.

"About 500 meters ahead, there's a sharp turn, and a drainage ditch runs along the side of the road. That place... has good feng shui, so park there."

Upon hearing this, Xu Si immediately realized that this kid was up to no good again. He flicked his cigarette butt out the window and laughed loudly.

"Baby! Did you hear that? Sharp turn ahead, let's drift them! Let's get going!"

"I understand!"

Feng Baobao responded expressionlessly, then floored the accelerator again. The Cherokee roared, like an enraged beast, and charged wildly toward the bend ahead.

Behind them, in the Toyota Prado, a tall, thin man watched the car in front suddenly accelerate, his face terribly gloomy.

"Trying to run? Dream on!"

"Chase them! Run them over!"

Two cars and seven people are engaged in a high-speed chase that could be a matter of life and death on the national highway leading to Phoenix Mountain.