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

"Damn it, those damned Japanese devils!"

Xu Si slammed the cigarette butt to the ground and ground it with the sole of his shoe, as if it were the enemy's head.

His face, usually adorned with a sly smile, was now so gloomy it seemed to drip water: "What is the purpose of all this time and effort they've put into this scheme, risking capture and death, even making deals with those lunatics from Quanxing, and traveling all this way to change the feng shui of Northeast China?"

The night wind howled, whipping up the withered leaves on the ground.

Yan Sen sat cross-legged on the piece of land that reeked of foul black odor, toying with the Heavenly Ruler in his hand, his eyelids drooping, but the words that came out of his mouth were piercing to the heart.

"Brother Xu, look at the recent abnormal natural disasters in Northeast China." Yan Sen raised his eyes, his gaze deep and unsettling. "If I asked you, what's the first place in all of Asia with the most frequent natural disasters, the most unstable crust, and the most fearful existence? What would be the first place that comes to mind?"

Xu Si was stunned, and blurted out subconsciously, "Japan."

That island nation has been plagued by earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions, like a Damocles' sword hanging over its head, never ceasing for thousands of years.

"That's right." Yan Sen's lips curled into a cold smile. "Everything in the world is interconnected and mutually restraining, emphasizing complementarity, or rather... conservation. The 'qi' of the earth's veins is the same. There are only so many blessed lands in this world, and only so many calamities."

Yan Sen stretched out a finger, drew a circle in the air, and then suddenly reversed it.

"If we were to sever, pollute, or even connect the 'sick dragon' of Northeast China—a region as stable as Mount Tai—to the 'sick dragon' of Japan through some kind of formation, turning the Northeast's geomantic veins into a second Japan, then..."

Yan Sen didn't continue, but his meaning was already obvious.

Xu Si felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He murmured, "Then, the frequency of natural disasters in Japan will... decrease, or even disappear."

What's this called?

A blatant act of deception! A beggar-thy-neighbor scheme!

This is taking the lives of ordinary people in Northeast China to fill their own pits!

"That's right, that's exactly it. This is what these bastards want to achieve—the replacement of the dragon vein." Yan Sen said, shifting his position slightly to make himself more comfortable, facing the constantly gushing black energy.

"That's a beautiful dream, and a clever plan. But..."

The cyan-gold color in Yan Sen's eyes suddenly turned into a deep dark green, and an incomparably domineering aura burst out from his body, instantly enveloping an area of ​​ten meters in radius.

"Now that I'm here, I'm going to make sure they suffer the consequences instead of succeeding. Trying to suck our blood? Hmph, I'll drain you dry first!"

The Shaking Dragon Classic – Turning Evil into Prosperity!

"Buzz—"

The air seemed to tremble, emitting a muffled roar.

The black evil energy that was slowly seeping into the surrounding area and polluting the earth's veins suddenly seemed to be drawn by some terrifying suction force, frantically converging towards Yan Sen's body.

Strands of black malevolent energy were forcibly drawn from the ground, flowing like rivers into the sea, swirling around Yan Sen's upper, middle, and lower dantian, and finally being swallowed by a whale.

In Xu Si and Feng Baobao's view, Yan Sen at this moment was simply like a black hole.

His entire body was enveloped in a dense aura of malevolence, turning him into a "black man" with a blurred face, except for his eyes that shone frighteningly bright.

The deadly poisonous energy, enough to injure even ordinary superhumans, vanished without a trace once it entered Yan Sen's body. It was completely neutralized, refined, and transformed by his abnormally powerful dantian circulation, like a giant millstone.

After a while.

Pure, warm, and faintly golden earth energy flowed out through Yan Sen's pores, seeping back into the ground to nourish the damaged forest.

He was like a tireless human filter, greedily and efficiently filtering out the filthiest things in the world.

"This... he inhaled it already?" Xu Si was dumbfounded.

Feng Baobao squatted on a tree branch nearby, a shovel suddenly appearing in her hand, and warily watched her surroundings. Although she didn't understand the intricacies of the situation, her intuition told her that the 'wood' was very important at the moment.

She gestured to Xu Si, nodded, and then pointed to the west, indicating that she would guard this side and Xu Si should go to the other side to keep watch.

Xu Si swallowed hard and, not daring to delay, immediately slipped into the woods and hid in the night.

......

at the same time.

Meanwhile, in a secluded cave near a winding mountain road a hundred miles away from Phoenix Mountain.

Inside the cave, candlelight flickered, yet the furnishings were extremely luxurious.

Expensive tatami mats were laid on the floor, and a low sandalwood table was placed in the center, with precious sandalwood incense burning on it.

A middle-aged man with a refined appearance was sitting cross-legged. He was wearing a loose white hunting robe, his hair was casually draped behind him, and he was holding a black chess piece in his hand, deep in thought as he faced the chessboard in front of him.

Suddenly, his hand holding the chess piece paused slightly.

"Smack."

The chess piece landed on the chessboard with a crisp sound.

The man slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of astonishment and ferocity flashed in those once gentle and refined eyes. He frowned, as if sensing some kind of connection in the distant void.

After a moment, he turned to the two kneeling men behind him, dressed like warriors, and said, "The barrier on Phoenix Mountain is malfunctioning and is being removed."

He spoke fluent Chinese without a single accent, his pronunciation was perfect.

"How is that possible?!"

A slightly younger samurai with a shaved head suddenly looked up, his face filled with disbelief: "That's the 'Dragon-Binding Stake' that you personally set up, Lord Gen! Even those who are on par with you wouldn't be able to spot the evil aura eye so quickly!"

The man known as "Lord Yuan" was not angry; instead, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Nothing is impossible, Ryujiro."

Lord Yuan stood up, walked to the cave entrance, and looked at the dark night sky outside. His eyes gleamed with excitement, a kind of fervor that comes from meeting a worthy opponent, and the madness of a gambler before the dice are rolled.

"This ancient land has produced many outstanding individuals since ancient times. Their skills in divination, talismans, and weapon crafting are vast and complex. Although we have been planning for several years, we dare not say that we are absolutely certain of success."

He turned around, opened his arms, as if to embrace the whole world.

"But! Once my plan succeeds, Japan will enjoy favorable weather and abundant harvests, free from the suffering of earthquakes! Extraordinary beings will be able to coexist peacefully with ordinary people, recuperating and thriving! They are us in the future! For this grand vision, for the new world that is about to come! What are a few small sacrifices and obstacles?"

"Hi!"

The two warriors were so excited by these words that they suddenly knelt down, placed their palms down on the ground, leaned forward, and touched their foreheads to the backs of their hands, performing a standard prostration.

"For the greater good! We are willing to die for Lord Gen!"

Lord Gen nodded in satisfaction and went over to help the two samurai up.

His gaze fell on the older warrior with a hideous scar on his face that almost split his features in two, and his tone became solemn and tragic.

"If... I mean if, this time my outcome is failure."

"Lord Gen!" Ryuichiro exclaimed in surprise.

"Let me finish." Lord Gen pressed his shoulder. "Ryuichiro, please don't worry about me. Take Ryujiro, take our experience, our spark, and return to Japan. Go and support my juniors as they grow, tell them everything that happened here. Then... return to this place again, and continue my unfinished work. Do you understand?"

Ryuichiro trembled all over, his eyes red-rimmed. He gritted his teeth and, after a long while, managed to squeeze out a single sentence.

"...I understand, Lord Gen." Ryuichiro touched the scar on his face, a mark of glory he earned protecting Lord Gen from a blade years ago. "As long as I, Ryuichiro, have a breath left, the lineage of the Kukiku Genji will never be broken!"

"good!"

Lord Yuan's expression turned stern, and he coldly commanded, "Swear an oath by striking a golden scepter, assuming the identity of the next head of the Liu family of Liuping!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Ryuichiro and Ryujiro each pulled their samurai swords three inches out and then shoved them back in heavily.

The gilded hilt on the scabbard struck the blade three times, the crisp metallic clanging echoing through the cave, carrying a resolute and murderous aura.

Seeing that the two had completed their vows, Lord Yuan nodded, turned around, and walked back to the low table.

He sat down cross-legged, the gentleness on his face completely gone, replaced by an almost eerie ferocity.

"Now, I can finally have a proper showdown with that guy who destroyed my barrier without any worries."

Lord Yuan took out an ancient-looking, dark gold-colored engraving from his robes. The handle of the engraving was a blooming chrysanthemum, its petals as sharp as knives.

"Hopefully you're stronger than that blind good-for-nothing from last time, otherwise... this duel will be too boring."

Lord Yuan raised the chrysanthemum-shaped seal high, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"puff!"

Without hesitation, he slammed the engraving hard into his left little finger!

The sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the silent cave.

Blood instantly stained the engraving, flowing along the chrysanthemum pattern, as if infusing this lifeless object with an evil life.

Lord Yuan remained unfazed, as if his own finger hadn't been broken. He formed a hand seal, chanted incantations, and finally pointed towards Phoenix Mountain, letting out a roar:

"Secret Technique - Dragon Lock!"

......

Phoenix Mountain, deep in the dense forest.

Yan Sen, who was absorbing the evil energy with his eyes closed, suddenly frowned.

"Um?"

He felt the earth beneath his buttocks suddenly tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, a darker and more filthy aura than before surged forth from the depths of the earth like a flood bursting its banks!

This malevolent energy was no longer an unconscious, lifeless thing; it carried intense resentment and curses, like a mad dog, and burrowed into Yan Sen's body through the meridian channels through which he was absorbing malevolent energy.

This malevolent energy was extremely insidious. Once it entered the body, it began to rampage through Yan Sen's twelve meridians, attempting to pollute his Qi, corrode his organs, and even try to rush straight to his spiritual platform to destroy his mind!

This is a backlash!

It is a remote curse attack launched by the person who set up the formation using their own blood essence as a catalyst!

"Wood!" Xu Si exclaimed in surprise.

Feng Baobao, who was in the distance, seemed to sense something and rushed over in a flash.

"No need to come over."

Yan Sen opened his eyes and calmly stopped Feng Baobao.

Instead of showing any pain, his face displayed an extremely strange smile.

"Goodness, this Japanese soldier is quite polite. He's worried I won't have enough to eat, so he brought me extra food?"

Yan Sen felt the rampaging Yin energy within his body.

For an ordinary person with supernatural abilities, this might be a deadly poison that could sever their path of cultivation.

But for Yan Sen, who had cultivated the "Shaking Dragon Scripture" and perfected the "Spleen Earth" and "Liver Wood" elements...

The spleen, representing earth, is virtuous and capable of bearing all things, suppressing all disturbances; the liver, representing wood, is ever-renewing and transforming all life.

The blood-smelling malevolent energy was immediately suppressed by Yan Sen's pent-up spleen qi the moment it entered his body, much like the unruly monkey being pinned under the Five Finger Mountain.

Immediately afterwards, the Qi of the Liver Wood surged forth like countless small knives, frantically cutting, breaking down, and digesting this "feast".

With a thought, Yan Sen's internal energy, as powerful as a millstone, began to circulate rapidly.

The sinister power that originally wanted to destroy his body was instantly crushed into the purest energy, which then continuously flowed into his limbs and bones.

Especially his lungs.

The lungs belong to the metal element. Metal represents firmness, strength, and austerity.

This intensely aggressive aura, mixed with the golden energy of this place, has long been an excellent catalyst for cultivating "Lung Metal"!

Yan Sen felt a burning sensation in his chest, as if an invisible sword was slowly taking shape within his lungs. Each breath carried the sound of metal clashing.

"belch--"

Yan Sen couldn't help but let out a long burp, exhaling a visible wisp of stale air.

This murderous aura is probably to him as little as... a can of iced cola full of bubbles.

Awesome! Refreshingly cool, it makes my heart soar!

Yan Sen closed his eyes, having already found the threshold to enter the cultivation of lung metal. All he needed to do next was continue absorbing.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips. He cupped his hands in a distant gesture of respect towards the void and chuckled softly:

"Thank you, big brother... oh no, thank you, old Japanese buddy, for this generous gift."

"I gladly accept this generous gift."