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

The three walked to the plaque and stood in front of the door. Yan Sen straightened his collar, his expression solemn. He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to the tightly closed vermilion door. His clear voice pierced through the night.

"This junior, Yan Sen, a master of earth magic, along with his friends Xu Si and Feng Baobao, has come to pay respects to all the venerable immortals."

Xu Si quickly followed suit and bowed, bending even lower than Yan Sen, as if he wanted his forehead to touch the ground.

Feng Baobao seemed oblivious, looking around blankly. Yan Sen calmly pressed down on the back of her neck and forced her to bow.

"You little brat, the master told you to come alone, but you brought so many people with you."

A hoarse, rough voice, like sandpaper scraping against rust, echoed from inside the temple. It was Hu Tianbiao, who had possessed Gao Lian earlier. "Let's not talk about these two little brats; they're basically your lackeys. How come that short-haired guy who practices boxing down the mountain also brought up here? He's already taken down several of our disciples and grand-disciples in just a short while."

Xu Si broke out in a cold sweat, cursing inwardly: "That idiot Ding Shian, he's really going after these mountain spirits?"

Yan Sen, however, remained unfazed, straightened his back, and put on that standard "obedient junior" smile, his tone so sincere that it warmed one's heart:

"Master Tianbiao, please forgive me, fellow immortals. You all know the situation in Northeast China right now; it's very chaotic. I'm just being cowardly. My two colleagues are quite skilled; at least they can help each other if something happens."

Yan Sen paused, pointed down the mountain, and said with a righteous air, "As for Brother Ding, I'm afraid he might cause trouble down there! What if he gets any bad intentions and causes a ruckus, accidentally damaging the flowers and plants? Bringing him up here, under your watchful eyes, makes it easier to deal with him if anything happens, doesn't it? I'm speaking from the heart, Master Tianbiao!"

Xu Si, who was listening nearby, couldn't stop his mouth from twitching.

Goodness, the speed at which he changed his tune and the absurd logic he spouted were simply astounding.

At this moment, Yan Sen silently gave Xu Si the middle finger in his mind: Little white hair, you should learn from him. You still need to practice your shamelessness.

"Hahahaha! Thirteenth brother, I told you not to do this, not to do this!"

Another voice suddenly rang out. Compared to Hu Tianbiao's hoarse voice, this voice was cold and slippery, exuding an unsettling evil aura, yet also carrying a hint of boldness. "Your tongue is as clumsy as if your ribs weren't cleaned properly. You can't out-argue this little rascal, so you've humiliated yourself, haven't you? Two little kids, um... three little kids, come in, let this old man take a good look at you."

"Alright!"

Yan Sen chuckled and, without any ceremony, pushed open the gate of the Taoist temple and stepped inside.

"Squeak—"

The heavy wooden door opened, and a mixture of sandalwood, herbs, and some indescribable ancient scent wafted out.

Contrary to its dilapidated appearance from the outside, the temple's interior was actually furnished in a simple and ancient style, exuding a profound cultural significance. In the center of the courtyard stood a massive bronze alchemical furnace, its flames still burning and wisps of smoke rising gently. The scattered incense sticks burning in the side rooms testified to the temple's usual prosperity and the abundant offerings it received from the people.

The three of them walked through the courtyard and went straight into the main hall.

As soon as Xu Si stepped over the threshold, his knees buckled.

The feeling was like stumbling into a beast's lair, or being simultaneously targeted by countless sniper rifles aimed at his brow. Several deadly, terrifying auras descended upon him in an instant, making it difficult for him to breathe and causing his heart to pound wildly.

Inside the hall, a man and a woman sat upright in the center.

The elderly man on the left has white hair and beard, wears a gray robe, has a thin face, and slightly closed eyes. He looks like an old immortal who has stepped out of a painting. The elderly woman on the right is dressed in a dark red Tang suit, her full head of silver hair is neatly combed, her face is ruddy, and she is kind and gentle. She is also holding a string of prayer beads in her hand.

Below the two, two more sat on each side, making a total of four immortals, each with a different appearance—some fierce, some refined, and some sinister.

This is the pinnacle of the Northeast's supernatural world, the origin of the shamanic lineage—the Hu Family Immortal Abode and its many leaders!

"Greetings, Third Grandfather and Third Grandmother."

Yan Sen was not affected in the slightest and bowed again, his movements fluid and graceful.

Xu Siqiang, supporting his weak legs, followed suit.

Only Feng Baobao, even under such high pressure, maintained her adorable and innocent demeanor, crouching down with her big eyes darting around before finally settling on the offerings on the altar, seemingly contemplating whether she could take one to eat.

Fortunately, the suffocating pressure only lasted for a few seconds before receding like the tide.

Xu Si felt his back was soaked with sweat and inwardly groaned: Is this what immortals are like? Yan Sen, that little bastard, was actually using a realistic technique when he said "scared to death"!

"Yan family children, and his friends, please sit down, no need for formalities."

Grandma Hu looked at the three of them with a smile, as if she were looking at her own juniors who had come to visit. With a casual wave of her hand, without any apparent effort, three prayer mats flew out from the back hall and landed steadily under the three of them.

"Back in the day, your ancestor Yan Hong was quite familiar with us. Since you are a descendant of an old friend, just treat him as a junior in our own family. There's no need to be formal; just be yourself." Old Master Hu, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly opened them. His voice was gentle, yet carried an irresistible air of authority.

"Thank you for your consideration, elders. I am deeply grateful." Yan Sen bowed and thanked them, then sat down cross-legged without any pretense.

Grandpa Hu nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Yan Sen, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"Let me introduce you to the others." Third Grandfather Hu pointed to the first person on the lower left, "This is your fourth great-grandfather, Hu Tianlong."

He was a middle-aged man with a stern face, and his brows exuded an air of uprightness and integrity.

Yan Sen cupped his hands in greeting: "Fourth Grandfather."

Hu Tianlong nodded slightly in response.

"The second one from the bottom left, you know him, Hu Tianbiao. Call him whatever you used to call him."

"Hey! Third Brother, how come I can't become a great-grandfather?"

Hu Tianbiao's human form was completely different from his hoarse voice; he had a cheerful, round face, and his eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled. He was currently slapping his thigh in exasperation, "Kid, don't listen to him! Call him Thirteenth Grandfather! That sounds much more imposing!"

"Thirteenth Grandfather," Yan Sen readily agreed.

"Hmm, that's more like it." Hu Tianbiao nodded in satisfaction, his gaze towards Yan Sen becoming increasingly pleasing.

Grandma Hu San took over the conversation, pointing to the right: "My side is simple too. The first one on the bottom right, according to seniority you should also call him Grandpa, Liu Kunsheng, Grandpa Liu."

"Master Liu".

"Hmm, an interesting kid."

The person in the body of Liu Kunsheng, also known as Master Liu, was a burly, dark-faced man exuding a menacing aura that kept strangers at bay. He squinted his triangular eyes, sizing up Yan Sen. The chilling voice he had heard outside the door earlier had indeed come from him.

"His physique isn't great, but he's got guts. How about he spars with Grandpa sometime?"

Yan Sen's heart tightened. Accompany this guy to spar? Wouldn't he be devoured to the bone? He quickly shook his head and waved his hands, admitting defeat three times in a row.

"The second one from the bottom right, Liu Huajiao, you have to call him Second Grandfather Liu."

"Second Master Liu".

Yan Sen bowed respectfully as before. This Mr. Liu the Second was quite refined-looking, fair-skinned, and carrying a folding fan, resembling a schoolteacher from the Republican era.

But before Yan Sen could put his hand down, the seemingly refined and cultured Master Liu suddenly closed his folding fan and refused to continue.

"Wait a minute, grandma, something's not right."

Liu Huajiao pushed up his glasses, his tone full of indignation, "Why am I the second great-grandfather, while that uncivilized beast Liu Kunsheng is the great-grandfather? Aren't I younger than him? Besides, in terms of methods, looks, and charm, in what way am I not better than this old black snake?"

"What's wrong, Liu Huajiao? Are we going to have a fight before we get down to business?"

Liu Kunsheng, with his fiery temper, instantly flared up. His dark face flushed red, and he slapped his thigh, about to stand up. "I saw your eyes were wandering around earlier, glancing back and forth at that young girl! The Liu family's reputation for promiscuity is all because of you! You scum!"

"Ha, how vulgar."

Liu Huajiao snorted coldly, opened his folding fan and gently waved it, his face full of disdain. "The taste of love... what do you, a mere old worm who only knows how to eat meat, know? That's appreciation! It's the pursuit of beauty! Vulgar!"

As these two ancient immortals, whose combined age was several thousand years, were about to start fighting in the hall, Xu Si watched in stunned silence.

This...this is the legendary immortal? Why are they acting like old men arguing in the market? This atmosphere is starting to get a little off.

"Alright!"

Grandma Hu frowned, slamming her prayer beads heavily on the table. "Go back to Changbai Mountain and fight! Aren't you ashamed to do this in front of the younger generation? Have you wasted your life?"

When the old lady spoke, the two old men fell silent instantly, each snorting and turning their heads away, ignoring each other.

Silence returned to the hall.

Hu Tianlong coughed lightly, feeling a bit of a headache from these unreliable brothers. He looked at Yan Sen, his expression turning serious.

"Yan Sen, we old folks went to great lengths to invite you here because we need your help with something."

Hu Tianlong paused, seemingly finding it difficult to ask a junior for help, but still continued, "This matter concerns the safety of our Northeast black soil, and also the face of us old guys."

Yan Sen's smile faded, and he said seriously, "Please speak, I'm listening. It's probably about the tampering with the Changbai Mountain's ley lines, right? I've already dealt with those Japanese devils once."

"It's not just about those few Japanese devils."

Hu Tianbiao picked up the conversation, a rare look of seriousness appearing on his usually smiling round face. "Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, let alone those few Japanese devils who aren't even worth mentioning. If it were just them, they wouldn't be able to shake the foundation of our Northeast. The real problem is that there's a traitor within our own ranks."

"A traitor within the family?" Yan Sen raised an eyebrow.

"Child, your thirteenth grandfather is asking you something." Hu Tianbiao leaned forward, a cold glint flashing in his vertical pupils. "Do you know what a 'jackal' is?"

"A wolf?" Yan Sen was taken aback. "The one that colludes with others..."

"Yes, that's the 'bei' (a type of wolf-like creature)." Liu Kunsheng nodded affirmatively, his tone chilling. "A wolf cannot stand without a bei, and a bei cannot take shape without a wolf. This creature is born with short front legs and long hind legs, so it must lie on a wolf's back to move. But it is intelligent, extremely cunning, and a natural strategist."

"There is a wolf immortal in Changbai Mountain. He is of a lower generation than us, but he is also quite skilled."

Liu Huajiao waved his folding fan, his tone tinged with disdain and disgust, "This beast is wicked. It felt that we were above it, keeping it from rising up. So it betrayed this land and colluded with those little devils who wanted to 'steal the sky and change the sun'."

"It used its familiarity with the ley lines of Changbai Mountain to stir up the evil energy deep within the entire Changbai Mountain dragon vein."

Liu Huajiao pointed to the ground, "The pure energy we cultivate is being suppressed by this filthy evil energy. Under its influence, we are unable to fight, and once we are tainted, our cultivation will regress by more than a hundred years."

"Otherwise, I could easily wipe out a few mere Japanese devils with a flick of my wrist!" Hu Tianlong sneered, and a terrifying killing intent instantly swept across the entire area, causing the windows of the main hall to vibrate.

Yan Sen understood.

It's like someone farting in their own house and then closing all the windows.

The smell made the homeowner dizzy and weak, leaving them unable to exert any strength, which made them vulnerable to being robbed by the intruder.

"So what do you elders mean...?" Yan Sen asked tentatively.

"That jackal is incredibly cunning yet extremely cowardly," Hu Tianbiao added. "It knows we want to kill it, so it's hiding in that eye of malevolent energy and refusing to come out. If we force our way into the formation in our true forms, not only will we be suppressed by the malevolent energy, but it will also immediately notice and flee."

"Therefore, we need someone who is unaffected by the evil energy and is well-versed in feng shui and qi formations to go in and break the key point of the formation, or... lure it out."

Hu Tianbiao looked at Yan Sen, grinned, revealing a set of menacing fangs, "As long as it shows its face, even for just a moment, then... hehe, you won't need to lift a finger to clean house."

Yan Sen stroked his chin, lost in thought.

Unaffected by malevolent energy? Cultivating the "Shaking Dragon Scripture" to transform malevolent energy into positive energy makes him the best candidate.

Understanding Feng Shui and Qi arrangement? That's my old profession.

This job was practically tailor-made for him.

"I see, I understand now." Yan Sen nodded, raised his head, his gaze clear and firm. "I'll take this job. However..."

Yan Sen changed the subject, revealing his signature, somewhat mercenary smile, and rubbed his fingers together.

"Grandpas and Grandmas, this is a life-threatening job. Although I'm full of enthusiasm, I can't work for free, can I? If word gets out that the ancestors of the Hu and Liu families made me work for free, how damaging would that be to your reputations?"

Xu Si covered his face beside him.

This kid, just as he always has, the same old recipe, the same old taste.

You dare to do business with an old immortal?! I'm about to pee my pants!