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

The strange wind affected not only Minamoto no Yoshitsune and Quanxing on the mountaintop, but also the tourists who hadn't had time to come down the mountain and Xu Si and his group on the only way up the mountain. They were all blown around and felt dizzy.

"ah--!"

"Holy crap! My hat!"

"What's that wind? It's like it has eyes, always sneaking under my skirt!"

The once orderly group descending the mountain instantly descended into chaos. Female tourists screamed and clutched their skirts, some of the more shy girls blushing like ripe tomatoes.

Male tourists, those with female companions, helped their companions cover up any exposed skin, while those without female companions reached out to grab sun hats and sunglasses that were flying around in the air.

This gust of wind came quickly and went quickly.

It was like a mischievous child passing by, casually fiddling with the pieces on the chessboard.

Xu Si's already unruly white hair was now blown into an afro, making him look like a mop that had just been electrocuted.

He spat out the sand that had been blown into his mouth by the wind, looking very annoyed.

Ding Shian remained calm, his eyes slightly closed, his feet rooted to the ground, unaffected by the howling wind, not even the hem of his clothes was ruffled.

As for Feng Baobao, this girl was staring at the wind with her dead fish eyes, tears streaming down her face.

She neither closed her eyes nor dodged, but stared straight at the direction the wind was blowing, as if she were competing with the wind to see who could hold out longer.

As Yan Sen slowly withdrew his foot from the step, severing the Qi flowing into the earth's veins, the strange wind that had come out of nowhere also came to an abrupt end.

The air returned to calm, with only the leaves still rustling inertia.

This trick, of course, could not be hidden from the experts present.

Xu Si wiped the dust off his face, glanced sideways at Yan Sen who was nonchalantly patting his trouser leg, and twitched his lips: "Blockhead, next time you should at least give me a heads-up before you make a move. You scared me half to death. I thought a god had appeared."

"Should I greet you? By the time you realize it, it'll be too late."

Yan Sen rolled his eyes at him, then twirled the Heavenly Ruler in his hand. "Those Japanese devils have set up a special formation on this mountain to target supernatural beings. The more active and abundant your Qi is, the more obvious the suppression will be. If I had greeted you before we made our move, we'd probably all be lying on the ground by now."

Ding Shian slowly opened his eyes, staring intently at Yan Sen.

He became extremely interested in the unknown method that Yan Sen had just used.

Just a moment ago, he sensed a dangerous aura from Yan Sen that he had never experienced before.

The feeling was like facing an avalanche that was about to collapse; human strength has its limits, but the power of nature is unpredictable.

This intense sense of crisis, like a thorn in his side, made his blood boil.

"Little brother." Ding Shian licked his slightly chapped lips, his eyes burning with fervor. "After this is over, you must practice with me."

Yan Sen chuckled and pointed to the mountaintop shrouded in clouds and mist above.

In his vision of "All Things Connected by Qi", dozens of clusters of Qi filled with greed and murderous intent were rapidly descending the mountain path.

"Alright, Brother Ding. As long as you still have the energy, I'll definitely keep you company. But..." A flash of blue-gold light appeared in Yan Sen's eyes, "We need to settle this matter first."

"Someone's here!"

Feng Baobao, who had been following the trend, finally blinked, and two lines of clear tears streamed down her cheeks, making her look somewhat comical.

She sniffed, and with a swift motion, pulled the gleaming entrenching tool from the side of the huge backpack.

Xu Si lit another cigarette, his brows furrowed as he looked at the still-shaken tourists around him.

"What should we do with these tourists? Those lunatics from Quanxing don't care about making a move in front of ordinary people, but we have discipline. If a mass panic occurs, it will be hard to explain to Uncle Gao, and the company will also take a heavy toll on me."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Yan Sen stretched, his tone languid and smug, "My Qi has already mixed into that gust of wind just now. The Feng Shui arrangement is complete, and I've altered the magnetic field of this mountain road."

He pointed to the group of tourists.

The tourists who had been complaining and taking pictures suddenly seemed to remember something urgent. They put away their phones, stopped watching the commotion, and hurried down the mountain.

"Oh no, did I leave my phone in the car?"

"Let's go, let's hurry down the mountain. It looks like it's going to rain, don't get wet."

"This place feels so creepy, I can't stay here any longer, I'd better go back to the hotel and sleep!"

Xu Si stared in disbelief: "This... group hypnosis? You know this trick?"

"That's called psychological suggestion, you illiterate." Yan Sen was too lazy to explain in detail, turned to look at the three of them, and his expression became serious. "Alright, the area is cleared. Now, it's our turn."

Yan Sen stretched out his hands, palms facing upwards, with golden-blue Qi dancing at his fingertips.

"Same as always, give me your hand. Brother Ding, put your hand on my shoulder."

Xu Si reached out his hand with practiced ease, knowing that Yan Sen was about to activate that magical "regional network" view again.

Feng Baobao obediently did as she was told.

To Yan Sen's surprise, Ding Shian did not hesitate at all, and decisively took a step forward, placing his broad hand firmly on Yan Sen's shoulder.

This is a trust that is completely unconditional.

Or rather, it's the absolute confidence of a strong person in their own abilities—even if you're bluffing, I can calmly defuse the situation.

"All things are seen together."

Yan Sen gave a low shout.

Om-!

That wondrous sense of connection returned. The cyan-gold Qi flowed along their skin, instantly entering their respective optic nerves.

The originally dimly lit mountain path instantly became shimmering and colorful in their vision.

The direction of the earth's veins, the breath of plants, and the free energy in the air—everything is clearly visible.

"Everyone, please observe the blue halo on the ground."

Yan Sen's voice rang directly in their minds, "When the fight breaks out, as long as you stand on that spot, you won't be affected by my methods. If you don't have time to react, or if you encounter an attack that you can't dodge, jump into the blue circle."

Yan Sen paused, his gaze lingering on Xu Si for a couple of seconds: "I mainly want to remind you, Brother Xu Si. Don't get caught in the crossfire and then blame me for being unfair."

"Oh shit......"

Xu Si, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked annoyed. "I know I'm only so-so, but the way you put it makes me feel like I'm being treated as a burden. I'm a skilled fighter in the conventional sense, you know?"

Although he was cursing, Xu Si's body language betrayed him; he immediately fixed his gaze on the blue circle.

He knew in his heart that compared to a pervert like Ding Shian and a monster like Feng Baobao, he was indeed a weakling.

"What an amazing method..."

Ding Shian looked at the dazzling world before him, his eyes sparkling with wonder. "Sharing perception and marking safe zones—this is the first time I've ever seen such a fighting style."

He clenched his fist, and a surge of powerful energy erupted from it: "Let's finish this quickly. I can't wait to spar with you."

Feng Baobao didn't say anything.

She was squatting on the ground, holding a crumpled tourist map in her hand, marking it with red crosses with a red marker.

That was her planned "best burial spot".

The soil is loose, the location is shady, and it is not easily discovered.

"Bury it all."

After drawing the last cross, Feng Baobao put away her pen with satisfaction, raised her head, and said with clear eyes, "After burying it, go find the big snake."

"Let's begin then."

Yan Sen took a deep breath and stomped his left foot hard on the ground.

"boom--!"

Invisible seismic waves propagated along the earth's veins.

Yan Sen's Qi circulated wildly, with the incomparably sharp "Lung Metal Qi" and the warm and nourishing "Liver Wood Qi" simultaneously flowing into the earth's veins. Following the direction of the dragon veins, they instantly enveloped the mountain path within a radius of 500 meters.

"Qi Formation—Withering and Flourishing Locking Gold, Arise!"

……

Meanwhile, above the mountain road.

More than thirty members of the Quanxing Sect were rushing down the mountain one after another.

"We're almost there, they're down below!"

The man at the very front put his hand to his ear, making a megaphone shape, and shouted excitedly to his companions behind him as he ran downhill.

"Kill one and get an extra 100,000! That little Japanese bastard may deserve a beating, but he's really quick to pay up!"

A burly man with a menacing face, carrying a nine-ringed broadsword, grinned so hard his drool almost dripped from his mouth: "Hahahaha! Only four people! There's one woman! She's mine! Don't even think about taking her from me! First come, first served!"

"Screw you! Whoever killed him keeps him!"

"All 400,000 is mine!"

A group of people rushed to get to the soup, afraid that if they were a step too late, they wouldn't even get a sip.

However, just as they rushed into the area of ​​the Qi formation set up by Yan Sen.

"Buzz—"

A very faint buzzing sound suddenly came from the air.

The burly man carrying the broadsword felt a chill by his ear, as if something had gently brushed past him.

He instinctively shrank his neck, and before he could react, he suddenly felt a warm liquid flowing down his face.

Immediately following was a searing pain.

"hiss--"

The burly man reached out and touched his palm; it was covered in bright red blood.

A thin, long wound had appeared on his cheek, the flesh torn open and the bone exposed!

"There's an ambush!!"

The burly man was terrified. He brandished his broadsword and roared at the top of his lungs.

He wanted to warn his companions, but when he turned his head, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

Suddenly, countless transparent ripples appeared in the previously empty air.

That was an invisible energy blade formed by Yan Sen activating the metallic energy within the earth's veins!

They swarmed everywhere, like fish swimming through the air, silently reaping the flesh and blood of the invaders.

"Damn it—! My leg!"

"What is that?! I can't see it!"

"Help! My arm is broken!"

Screams erupted one after another in an instant.

The first few people rushed forward and instantly turned into blood gourds, with more than a dozen wounds of varying depths on their bodies, and the blood stained the mountain path red.

However, something even stranger happened.

Just as those people were clutching their wounds and screaming in agony, countless green specks of light suddenly appeared in the air.

The points of light, like fireflies, landed precisely on everyone's wounds.

The burly man felt a tingling, itchy sensation coming from his wound.

He was horrified to discover that the deep, bone-revealing wound on his face was visibly stopping its bleeding, healing, and scabbing over!

It took no more than three seconds.

Apart from the bloodstains still remaining on his face, the wound had almost completely healed!

The burly man was stunned.

The Quanxing disciples present were all dumbfounded.

"What... what the hell is going on?"

The burly man touched his unharmed face, stared at the large knife in his hand, and felt his head buzzing.

One second you're like fish on a chopping board, the next you're completely healed?

Chop and heal at the same time?

What kind of service is this?

On a rock not far away, Yan Sen sat cross-legged, playing with the Tianpeng Ruler in his hand. Looking at the group of bewildered Quanxing disciples below, a cruel and mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"The lungs, being metal, govern destruction and attack; the liver, being wood, governs growth and development."

"I'm cutting you down so you'll feel the pain and lose your fighting ability."

"I'm treating you so you won't die so quickly. After all..."

Yan Sen's eyes instantly turned icy cold, like a high and mighty god looking down at ants.

"Dying in one go is too easy for you."

"I will make you repent for your desecration of this land through a cycle of suffering!"

Yan Sen pressed his finger down sharply.

"Round Two, begin!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

A denser barrage of air blades, accompanied by a piercing whistle, swept across the entire mountain path once more.

This time, along with the air blade came a figure as fierce as a tiger descending a mountain.

"What a brilliant tactic!"

Ding Shian laughed loudly, his Qi surged, and he crashed into the crowd of Quanxing people like a cannonball.

"My brother has already set up the stage, so I, Ding, won't stand on ceremony!"