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

"Oh, right, Uncle Gao, don't forget to catch that guy who got away; he's still useful." Yan Sen casually added to Gao Lian on the other end of the phone, as if he had just remembered something.

"Hey kid, can't you just say what you want to say all at once? I'm already aroused! And you've suppressed it again!" Hu Tianbiao said to Yan Sen irritably on the other end of the phone.

Then the voice changed again, returning to Gao Lian's tired and helpless tone. He was clearly numb to his old friend's constant account hijacking. "Don't worry, thanks to your timely reminder, they've already arranged for people over there. That stray dog ​​won't be able to run five kilometers before they're pinned down."

When Yan Sen hung up the phone, several veins popped out on Xu Si's forehead as he listened in.

He grabbed Yan Sen's shoulder with such force it was as if he were about to set Yan Sen's bones, forcing a sardonic smile as he said sarcastically, "Everything's under control, huh! I trust you with this, right? What, you treat us like outsiders? You've kept it from us too? Just how much are you hiding?"

"I didn't mean anything by it, it's just that your acting is 'too good,' and I'm afraid you'll give yourself away." Yan Sen slapped Xu Si's arm away in disgust and casually dusted off non-existent dust.

"Hey, you little brat, trying to turn the tables?" Seeing Yan Sen's stubbornness, Xu Si turned around and started fanning the flames, trying to win over a united front. "Old Ding, Bao Bao, listen to this, is this even human language? You've kept it from us! Don't you have anything to say about this? This is a crisis of trust within our team!"

"No," Ding Shian answered crisply and decisively, without even a second of hesitation.

He had his hands in his pockets, his eyes fixed on the rolling dark clouds and the lightning that seemed about to strike at any moment. He was so excited that the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. "I joined you simply to satisfy my desire to fight the strong. All I need to see is my own fist and the enemy it faces. As for everything else... I'm ready for anything."

At this moment, Ding Shian was thinking only about himself. Those Japanese devils could create such a celestial phenomenon with just manpower. Could his escape light withstand real thunder? No, he had to find a way to try!

"It's nothing." On the other side, Feng Baobao was squatting on the ground tying her shoelaces. When she heard Xu Si ask her, she looked up. Her face was still expressionless, and her eyes were as clear as a pool of water. "Mu Tou didn't want to hurt me. If he wanted to tell me, he would have just said so. If he didn't want to tell me, I couldn't get the information out of him."

"Ugh... Damn it." Xu Si looked at these two stubborn idiots, feeling as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly. "Do you know that you're making me look like a nag? So you think I'm the only one who's petty?"

Although he was grumbling and cursing, Xu Si finally felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders.

The fact that Yan Sen is still here listening to his rambling proves that the seemingly out-of-control situation is actually still under his control.

"Brother doesn't care. You've broken my heart. My fragile soul is shattered. You'd better find a way to make it up to me." Xu Si, the bachelor, shrugged and started acting like a rogue.

"Replenish, replenish, replenish." Yan Sen nodded perfunctorily, thinking to himself, "Replenish? I'll give you an egg instead!"

"Snap—!"

A blinding white light descended from the sky without warning.

A real bolt of lightning, carrying the power of heaven and earth, struck down from above, hitting a tree not far in front of them.

The tree trunk was instantly chopped into charcoal, and flames leaped up within seconds, causing the branches on the ground to crackle and pop.

"Hiss! This won't do! You damn Japanese devils! Don't you know that setting fire to a mountain will land you in jail for life?" Xu Si yelled, his reaction was extremely quick.

With a single grasp, he activated his magnetic field, instantly drawing in the surrounding sand and gravel, which, like a giant blanket, covered the flames and extinguished the newly ignited fire.

Yan Sen stared at the charred tree trunk, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Brother Ding, Sister Bao, Fourth Brother Xu." Yan Sen turned around, his back to the direction of Tianchi, his voice no longer as lazy as before, and asked the three in a deep voice, "Same as before, I'll break his trap and lure the experts over first. They, and the rest of the Japanese devils, are yours to deal with. Breaking the trap will cause a backlash from Tianchi, which will weaken them for a while. The three of you should be able to handle fifty weakened Japanese devils, right?"

"It's alright." Feng Baobao stood up, patted the dirt off her hands, and gave a thumbs up to indicate that she was completely okay.

Ding Shian cracked his neck, making a series of crisp sounds, and Xu Si also dropped his playful grin, "We're fine too."

"Alright, I'll go first." Yan Sen took a deep breath. "Wait until the thunder stops before you go up. Be careful, safety first."

After saying that, Yan Sen turned around and walked towards the Heavenly Pool Altar where Minamoto no Yoshitsune was.

He walked very slowly, each step as precise as if it had been measured long ago.

Yan Sen didn't make any special moves, nor did he possess any dazzling supernatural powers.

But as he took his first step, the raging wind in the mountains began to subside visibly.

The branches that had been blown about and were even about to break gradually returned to their normal swaying as he passed by.

The wind has weakened.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had gently yet domineeringly soothed this restless world.

Yan Sen took no precautions and strolled leisurely under the dark clouds and amidst the rolling thunder.

She was no different from an ordinary student who had just eaten too much and was taking a walk to digest.

He slowly walked out of the woods and came to a clearing.

There is a raised bluestone here, in an excellent location.

Yan Sen didn't mind the dirt and plopped down on the ground, his face turned upwards.

The moment his buttocks touched the stone.

"Buzz—"

A deep, muffled groan echoed throughout Changbai Mountain.

The dark clouds seemed to have been paused, and the thunder, poised to strike, rolled unwillingly within the clouds, yet remained unable to fall.

The wind stopped, the thunder ceased, and all was silent.

……

"You damned bastard!"

On the altar, Minamoto no Yoshitsune, the architect of the Dragon-Locking Formation, was immediately struck by the backlash of heaven and earth the moment Kotomori sat down.

He felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest with a sledgehammer, and the wound that had just healed burst open again, bleeding profusely.

At the same time, he could clearly sense that the Dragon-Locking Formation, which they had painstakingly activated with secret techniques at the cost of their life essence, was forcibly inserted by a tyrannical and unreasonable force and abruptly "forced to stop".

This feeling is like his newlywed wife being forcibly harassed in front of him, and as her husband, he can only watch helplessly as it happens, unable to do anything about it.

I felt incredibly frustrated, yet I was powerless to resist.

"Well--!"

Blood seeped from Minamoto no Yoshitsune's seven orifices again, and his once delicate and handsome face was now twisted like a demon.

He could almost see the expression on the face of his long-time adversary as he mocked his incompetence. At this thought, Minamoto no Yoshitsune gritted his teeth, and the hatred in his eyes almost materialized, as if he wanted to tear Yoshitsune to pieces.

"Find him...we must find him...and then find a way! At all costs...stop him!" Minamoto no Yoshitsune muttered to himself, clutching his chest.

He looked at the four powerful assistants beside him, who were also suffering from the backlash and whose faces were deathly pale: "He's the core of the formation! Kill him! As long as we kill him, the formation can be restarted!"

"Hi!"

Although the four assistants also suffered internal injuries, they were, after all, highly skilled members of the Kujuku-ryu school, second only to Minamoto no Yoshitsune in this operation.

Upon hearing Minamoto no Yoshitsune's order, they did not hesitate for a moment. They forcibly suppressed their surging blood and qi, and with a flash, they rushed towards Yan Sen's location.

Because Yan Sen needed to fight against the forces of heaven and earth single-handedly, he had to keep the Shaking Dragon Scripture running at its highest level at all times, so he had no intention of concealing his aura.

Therefore, the four assistants quickly noticed the unfamiliar and "arrogant" Qi.

"Arrogant young man! The price of such arrogance will be your life!"

The oldest of them, Kwon-suke, was at the very front. He was dressed in a black hunting robe, and his face was covered in eerie paint.

He pulled a small box, made of some unknown material, from his sleeve pocket and then suddenly opened the lid.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

A nauseating sound rang out.

A flesh-colored, foul-smelling, clay-like creature crawled out of the box.

The thing grew as it faced the wind, and as it wriggled, it quickly transformed into a ferocious monster that was two meters tall and had eight legs.

Shikigami - Earth Spider!

"Go! Earth Spider! Tear him apart! Drain his entrails and offer them as a sacrifice to the gods!"

Old Quanzhu looked at Yan Sen, who was standing close at hand, and let out a smug laugh.

In his view, the outcome of this battle was already decided. Although this young man was highly skilled in 'array formations', Onmyoji were always physically weak, and he was completely unprepared.

In this situation, facing the earth spider, known for its strength, speed, and potent venom, alone would be certain death.

However, just as he was laughing most wildly...

"call--"

A gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of earth, silently brushed past the back of his head.

Old Quanzhu's laughter stopped abruptly, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

As an Onmyoji who deals with spirits and deities year-round, he has an extremely strong sense of danger and instinctively wants to turn around and form hand seals for defense.

But, it's too late.

A polished entrenching tool, its edges even slightly serrated, traced a perfect arc in the moonlight.

"Bang!!!"

Without uttering a sound, Lao Quanzhu rolled his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

The entrenching tool struck him with such force that it created a visible bump on the back of his head. His newly summoned earth spider, which hadn't even had a chance to unleash its power yet, instantly turned into a puddle of mud because it had lost its master's spiritual energy supply.

Feng Baobao stood behind Lao Quanzhu, holding the shovel in both hands, maintaining a swinging posture.

She tilted her head, looking at the old man lying dead on the ground, his dirty little face filled with confusion.

"Why are these old folks so fragile?"

As Feng Baobao spoke, she skillfully pulled a bundle of hemp rope from the huge backpack and began packing it for Lao Quanzhu.

Meanwhile, the remaining three assistants arrived.

"You bastard! You have no sportsmanship! You actually launched a sneak attack!"

The remaining three were shocked and furious to see their companion instantly killed. Two of them exchanged a glance, formed hand seals, and began chanting incantations.

"Shikigami—Karasu Tengu!"

"Shikigami—Inugami!"

Two dark figures appeared out of thin air. One had wings on its back and held a tin staff, while the other had a dog's head and a human body and held a katana. They attacked from both sides with a chilling murderous aura, rushing straight at Yan Sen, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Ignore that crazy woman! Kill the key to the formation first!"

Facing these two ferocious shikigami, Yan Sen remained calm and composed, sitting on the rock without even lifting his eyelids.

"Well done!"

The sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

A figure enveloped in transparent light crashed into the battle like a shooting star.

Ding Shian!

He didn't use any fancy moves at all; it was just pure, savage charging.

"Bang!"

The dog-headed shikigami wielding a katana was smashed to pieces by Dingjima Anichi's shoulder, turning into a sky full of black mist.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Shian turned around, his right hand forming a claw, and grabbed the ankle of the tengu in the air.

"Get down here!"

Ding Shian roared, his Qi circulated, and his arm muscles bulged instantly. He forcefully pulled down the tengu that was trying to fly, and then slammed it to the ground like a broken sack.

"boom!"

The ground cracked, and the tengu let out a miserable cry before vanishing on the spot.

Ding Shian stood in front of Yan Sen, exuding a terrifying aura that was suffocating. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, as he watched the two assistants constantly pulling out new shikigami.

"Shikigami? Is this all you've got? It's novel, but it's a bit..."

Ding Shian shook his head, looking disappointed. "Too weak. Releasing them all might warm me up. I have a suggestion: why don't you all come up and fight me yourselves? Use whatever you want, what do you say?"

"The demon clan... he must be the legendary demon clan..." The two assistants trembled and retreated step by step.

The last one, Quan Zhuan, was a sinister middle-aged man skilled in sorcery.

Seeing that a direct assault was futile, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. Hiding in the shadows, he pulled out a jade doll from his robes, holding a long black nail, and prepared to plunge it into Yan Sen's direction.

"Die! Nine Chrysanthemum Style Curse Killing Technique!"

"Bang!"

A muffled gunshot rang out.

A bloody hole instantly appeared between the eyebrows of the sinister-looking middle-aged man, the ruthlessness in his eyes froze, and his body fell straight backward.

On a distant tree branch, Xu Si blew on the still-smoking muzzle of his gun, a look of disdain on his face.

"What the hell era is this? Still playing with voodoo dolls?" Xu Si took an unlit cigarette, took a deep drag under his nose, and revealed a somewhat lewd smile.

"My lord, times have changed."