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

Inside a secluded cave a hundred miles away from Yan Sen and his companions.

At this moment, the candlelight inside the cave flickered, casting a distorted and elongated shadow of Lord Yuan.

The chrysanthemum engraving in his hand was now emitting a faint, dim light, a signal that the spell was complete.

Lord Yuan slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the ferocious killing intent on his face receded like the tide, replaced by a hypocritical sigh called "loneliness".

"it's over."

Lord Yuan casually tossed the bloodstained engraving onto the low sandalwood table with a dull thud. He didn't even bother to wipe the blood from his fingers, merely pursing his lips with a look of lingering satisfaction, much like a gourmet who had just finished tasting a shoddy meal.

"It seems I overestimated my opponent." Lord Yuan shook his head, his tone full of regret. "He didn't even last as long as that blind good-for-nothing. His resistance just now was fierce, but it vanished in an instant. He must have had his mind overwhelmed and died instantly."

He picked up the folding fan again, opened it halfway with a "whoosh," and gently shook it, a contemptuous smile curving his lips: "It seems that his ability to discover my barrier was purely coincidental. The world of supernatural beings here is getting worse with each generation."

At that moment, he completely forgot that just minutes before he had been passionately saying, "Never underestimate anyone on this vast land."

They know small courtesies but lack great principles; they are bound by trivialities but lack great virtue. This is the deep-seated flaw in the Jiuju School.

"As expected of Lord Gen!"

Ryujiro, unable to contain his admiration any longer, kowtowed violently, his forehead slamming heavily onto the tatami mat. "Your curse technique is unpredictable and beyond belief! That ignorant fool is probably already meeting his maker!"

Compared to his younger brother's fanaticism, Ryuichiro, with the scar on his face, was clearly much more cautious.

"Lord Gen." Ryuichiro straightened up slightly, bowed, and said in a deep voice, "Since the opponent was able to break the barrier, they must be no ordinary person. Before taking back the 'cursed object,' I suggest we check it carefully, just to be on the safe side."

"You're overthinking it, Ryuichiro."

Lord Yuan chuckled, a hint of arrogance in his eyes. "The 'cursed object' has successfully returned to the underground, which proves that the other party's life force has been severed and the Qi formation has collapsed. If the other party were still alive, this malevolent energy would never have so obediently accepted my summons."

"It's just a pity that I have to find a new node for this carefully set up barrier."

As Lord Yuan spoke, he made a hand seal with one hand and chanted obscure incantations, preparing to retract the wisp of his own Qi that was attached to the evil aura.

This is the core of the Nine Chrysanthemum Flow Curse Killing Technique—using Qi to draw out evil, using evil to kill, and then leaving without a trace, not even a leaf clinging to one's body.

"Return!"

Lord Yuan gave a low shout and suddenly hooked his finger back.

In the void, it seemed as if an invisible thread was being pulled.

However, the moment that wisp of Qi returned to his body through his meridians, Lord Yuan's face, which had been wearing a faint smile, suddenly froze.

Something feels off.

What returned was not only his own Qi, but also two completely different kinds of energy!

One force was as heavy as a mountain, as if it would crush his internal organs into a pulp; while the other force was vibrant yet terrifyingly corrosive, as if a handful of growing thorns had been sown into his veins!

"Hmm!"

Lord Yuan grunted, and the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

Almost simultaneously, two streams of bright red blood flowed down his nostrils, followed by blood from the corners of his eyes, ears, and mouth... blood flowed from all seven orifices!

But he himself did not seem to feel the pain, or rather, the energy numbed his nervous system in an instant, leaving him still in that hypocritical and humble stiff posture.

"Lord Gen! Your face!"

Ryuichiro, who had been keeping a close eye on his lord, was the first to notice something was wrong. He exclaimed in surprise, disregarded etiquette, immediately stood up and rushed over, grabbing Genji's shoulder.

"Lord Gen! What's wrong?!"

Lord Yuan's pupils began to dilate violently. He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but found that it felt like a ball of scalding hot coals had been stuffed into his throat.

"Wait...wait, Ryuichiro..."

Lord Gen gripped Ryuichiro's wrist tightly with an astonishing force, his nails digging deep into Ryuichiro's flesh.

"I...I suddenly feel...a little nauseous..."

Before the words were even finished, a terrifying scene unfolded.

On Lord Yuan's forehead, neck, and even his exposed forearms, all the veins bulged and turned purplish-black in an instant.

Even more terrifying, beneath those bulging veins, the flesh began to churn violently, as if countless worms were wriggling wildly inside!

That was Yan Sen's "return gift" to him.

—The Qi of the Liver (Wood) is responsible for promoting growth, while the Qi of the Spleen (Earth) is responsible for regulating it.

Under the influence of these two forces, the evil energy within Yuan Daren's body became uncontrollable and instead transformed into a potent poison, causing rampage within his body!

"vomit--!"

Lord Yuan suddenly bent over, his body curling up like a boiled shrimp.

"puff--!!!"

With a chilling splattering sound, Lord Yuan opened his mouth, but instead of spitting out any food scraps, he vomited out a large mouthful of thick, still writhing black evil energy!

Immediately afterwards, he spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the precious rosewood low table in front of him red.

"Master Minamoto!"

"Master Minamoto!"

Ryuichiro and Ryujiro watched this scene with eyes wide open, their bodies turning ice-cold, and they were completely at a loss.

......

The perspective returns to Phoenix Mountain, deep within the dense forest.

The night wind howled, dispersing the mist in the forest.

Yan Sen sat cross-legged on the ground and slowly opened his eyes.

In those eyes that were originally clear and distinct, a sharp golden light seemed to flash by, like the cold gleam of a sword being drawn from its sheath.

Lung Metal, an introduction.

He exhaled a long breath, which condensed and did not dissipate in the night, like a white arrow of air shooting more than three feet away.

"If friends come from afar, though they are far away, they shall be punished."

Yan Sen smirked and clapped his hands as if he were disgusted by something dirty. "If I accept your 'gift' but don't reciprocate, people will think I'm impolite."

He already had some understanding of the Nine Chrysanthemum Flow Curse Killing Technique.

This seemingly buggy method, capable of killing from hundreds of miles away, actually has a fatal flaw—it requires "location."

Just as missiles need guidance, the range of the Nine Chrysanthemum Stream's curse killing technique is too large. In order to accurately strike an individual, the caster must leave a wisp of their own Qi in the "cursed object" as a beacon.

This means that although this technique is easy to learn, it is extremely difficult to master.

Because most beginners, before they can even curse someone to death, are killed by experts who follow that wisp of Qi and try to kill them in the opposite direction.

Just now, when Lord Yuan launched the "Dragon Locking" sneak attack, Yan Sen's [All Things Connected to Qi] had already accurately captured that barely perceptible wisp of Qi.

As long as it is Qi, it cannot escape the eyes of Yan Sen, who has mastered the Qi of all things.

Yan Sen's countermeasures were also quite simple.

Using the domineering transformation ability of the "Shaking Dragon Scripture", he wrapped his liver wood qi and spleen earth qi like dumpling filling with that wisp of natal qi, and then sent them back along the same path as the opponent's retraction force.

This is the rogue nature of the "Shaking Dragon Scripture"—it doesn't care about Yin-Yang techniques, ninjutsu, or incantations.

For me, there is only one technique:

I'm fucking awesome!

Yan Sen stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked like popping beans.

As it turns out, people don't feel tired when they're doing bad things... no, when they're doing good deeds on behalf of Heaven. At this moment, he was full of energy, and even felt like he could run another five kilometers down the mountain.

Mission accomplished.

Yan Sen turned around and looked at Xu Si and Feng Baobao, who had been standing guard beside him.

He suppressed his sneer, straightened his clothes, clasped his hands together, and respectfully performed a standard Taoist hand-knocking salute to the two of them.

"Brother Xu, baby, thank you both for your protection."

This ritual is both solemn and sincere.

After all, while he was focused on absorbing the evil energy and fighting the curse, these two people were indeed guarding him every step of the way. Yan Sen had to acknowledge this favor.

"What the hell?"

Xu Si was startled by this sudden seriousness and almost dropped the cigarette in his hand.

He instinctively took a half step back, shuddered, and shivered: "Wooden head, you're suddenly being so polite, it's not used to me at all. If you're being possessed, blink twice?"

"It's nothing."

Feng Baobao remained calm. She jumped down from the tree branch, gave Yan Sen a thumbs-up with a blank expression, and her dirty little face was full of the word "professional".

"Don't feel uncomfortable, Fourth Brother Xu."

Yan Sen straightened up, his lazy smile returning to his face. He waved his hand and said, "The rules of the underworld are that one thing is one thing. My feelings of gratitude right now and my feelings of wanting to curse you the next moment are not contradictory at all."

"Hey, you little rascal..."

Xu Si was amused by his anger. He lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and his eyes became somewhat meaningful.

What he just witnessed had a profound impact on him.

Swallowing the malevolent energy whole, engaging in magical combat from afar, and launching a counterattack.

This combo was fluid, ruthless, and decisive—something a teenager wouldn't normally do.

This kid has too many secrets.

"Alright, since you've put it that way, I won't beat around the bush with you."

Xu Si chuckled, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes, and went straight to the point, "You little rascal, if you really want to thank me, you'd better tell me the truth. Whose methods are these... you're using? I'm really curious."

This is a test.

It was also because Xu Si, as the son of the head of the Central China region, had an instinctive wariness of the "unknown".

The air quieted down for a moment.

Yan Sen looked at Xu Si, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

He wasn't angry at Xu Si's offense; instead, he seemed to have heard an interesting suggestion, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Okay."

Yan Sen nodded, his tone as relaxed as if he were agreeing to treat someone to dinner, "Since Brother Xu is so frank, then I can't hide anything from him either. Let's have a 'frank and open' conversation."

He stepped forward, his clear black and white eyes fixed on Xu Si, a playful smile curving his lips.

"I only have one question."

Yan Sen stretched out his finger and pointed to Feng Baobao, who was standing next to him in a daze.

"I'm really curious about this baby sister's methods. Her aura of 'emptiness' and her immense energy...tsk tsk, I was quite startled when I saw it just now."

Yan Sen lowered his voice, which carried a chilling aura.

"Let's set a vow between us, and swear to God. I'll tell you my background first, even my ancestors for eighteen generations. Then... you tell me the background of this baby. If we break the vow, may my intestines rupture and my body be torn to pieces."

"how?"

Yan Sen raised an eyebrow. Although he had a smile on his young face, his eyes were cold and serious.

"..."

Xu Si's smile froze.

The cigarette butt in his mouth fell to the ground, scattering a few sparks, but he was completely unaware.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples.

It's ruined, we messed it up!

How the hell do you respond to that?!

Agree? What a joke! The baby's background is an absolute taboo, a top secret that even the company's top executives cannot know! Once it's leaked, the baby will become an irresistible target!

You won't agree?

Isn't that blatantly telling Yan Sen, "Yes, the baby has a big secret, and it's so big that I don't even dare to mention it"?

Looking into Yan Sen's eyes, which seemed to see right through people, Xu Si felt his throat go dry and his heart pounding.

That kid... damn it!

He flipped the table over!

Just as Xu Si was caught in a dilemma, his mind was frantically calculating the feasibility of "killing to silence" the witnesses.

"Pfft."

Yan Sen suddenly laughed.

His serious expression instantly crumbled, and he reverted to his lazy, boyish self.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Yan Sen patted Xu Si's stiff shoulder, his tone full of teasing, "Look how scared you are, you're sweating. You're too easily amused."

He turned around, his back to Xu Si, and his voice drifted over:

"Whatever secrets this 'Baby Sister' has, I'm not interested. Whether she's a celestial being descended to earth or a radish spirit from the ground, it's none of my business."

Yan Sen turned his head and glanced at Xu Si out of the corner of his eye, his eyes filled with warning.

"Similarly, you shouldn't try to probe me anymore. Let's leave each other some shreds; it's better for everyone. What do you say, Brother Xu?"

Damn it, you lazy, white-haired brat who needs a lot of training.

Are you going to keep testing me endlessly?

If I don't scare you a little, do you really think I'm some kind of emotionless clay idol?

"call......"

Xu Si let out a long breath, feeling as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looking at Yan Sen's back, feeling both fear and helplessness.

This kid, though young, is quite adept at manipulating people's hearts.

"Alright, you blockhead..." Xu Si chuckled wryly, picked up the cigarette butt from the ground and stubbed it out. "You're one to talk! You can't take a joke. Why did you throw sand around while we were just joking? Fine, I'll remember this, I promise I won't ask again!"

He had truly made up his mind. If Yan Sen insisted on digging deeper, he would run away with the baby, even if it meant failing the mission and offending the Old Master.

fortunately......

"Wood, you want to know about me, don't you?"

Just then, Feng Baobao, who hadn't said a word, suddenly came over.

For some reason, Feng Baobao always felt that Yan Sen's methods, appearance, and even the aura of his qi were all very familiar.

It was as if... she had seen it somewhere a long, long time ago.

But she couldn't remember exactly where it was.

However, this doesn't stop her from thinking that Yan Sen is a good person. Since he's a good person, there's nothing wrong with sharing some secrets.

So Feng Baobao stared intently at Yan Sen with her big, "wise" eyes, her mouth opening and closing as if she were about to start her "self-destruct mode".

"Then just ask me directly. Fourth brother knows, I know everything. Let me tell you, I..."

"Waaaaahh ...

Before she could finish speaking, Xu Si, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, rushed forward and covered Feng Baobao's mouth tightly.

"Holy shit!!!"

Xu Si screamed in despair, his face turning green.

"Is your intermittent witty reflex acting up again?! My goodness! Just shut up!"