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

The light in the woods seemed to have been filtered through a special lens, its dim, yellowish hue making one feel uneasy.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune stared intently at the strange old man before him, the question "Like a man or like a god?" echoing incessantly in his ears like a curse.

When a person is gripped by extreme fear, that fear often transforms into another extreme emotion—hysterical anger.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune was exactly like that.

He is a noble Genji! Even in this lowly samurai body, he would never be fooled by this country bumpkin!

You look like a dead man!

With a roar, Minamoto no Yoshitsune's footsteps became unpredictable, a result of the residual muscle memory of this body—the Jigenryu style, Dragonfly Eight Forms.

With a clang, a flash of cold light appeared!

The strike was so fast it cut through the air. Minamoto no Yoshitsune moved like a gray lightning bolt, instantly closing in on the old man. His blade, imbued with resolute killing intent, used the momentum of his run to deliver a ruthless kasaya slash!

The blade cut into the left side of the neck and exited through the right side of the waist.

"Pfft!"

The distinct sensation of the blade slicing through flesh and severing bones traveled along the hilt to Minamoto no Yoshitsune's palm.

The sensation of the blade piercing flesh followed by a smooth, viscous feeling instantly gave his tense nerves a morbid release.

At this moment, Minamoto no Yoshitsune felt a sense of gratitude. If it weren't for Ryuichiro's love and care for the sword, how could he have had such a smooth experience, like a hot knife cutting through butter?

Blood gushed from the old man's cavity like a fountain, staining the withered yellow leaves red. The old man's upper body slowly slid off, the cut clean and smooth, his internal organs spilling onto the ground.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune let out a long sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing.

"Ha...so he's just an old charlatan."

He flicked the blood off his sword, leaving a crimson arc on the ground, and gracefully sheathed it. It seemed he had been too suspicious; there weren't that many monsters in this land.

"If you have to blame someone, blame your inappropriate joke."

Minamoto no Yoshitsune disdainfully stepped over the corpse, preparing to continue his escape.

However, just as he took the second step...

"clatter."

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible yet chilling wave, like a layer of damp plastic wrap, instantly enveloped his entire body. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even the sound of leaves falling to the ground disappeared.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and his neck stiffly turned as he looked back.

The old man who should have been cut in two and had his internal organs spilling out was now standing there unharmed!

His Zhongshan suit wasn't even torn, and he was still holding his tattered felt hat, patting off the dust.

The old man slowly raised his head, his dark green, vertical pupils fixed on Minamoto no Yoshitsune. The eerie smile still lingered on his lips as he mechanically repeated the same sentence:

"Do I look...like a human...or like a god?"

"What?!"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune felt his scalp tingle and a chill run down his spine to the top of his head.

Illusion? Or immortality?

"Playing tricks! Go die again!"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune roared to bolster his courage and drew his sword once more.

This time, he used all his strength, the blade even whistling as it slashed straight at the old man's face.

However, before his knife could fall...

"Ouch—!"

The eerie old man suddenly let out a scream, clutched his head with both hands, and curled up into a ball like a deflated balloon.

"You little brat! You've got too good of a life, haven't you? You actually dared to ask the Japanese for a title? You stinking idiot! You wait till you get home, if I don't beat you to a pulp, I'll call you 'Dad' from now on!"

A middle-aged man's deep, angry voice suddenly rang out in the woods.

With that angry curse, the eerie yellow mist around them instantly dissipated, like tattered cloth torn apart by a gale.

The scene in the woods was like the curtain being drawn back on a theatrical stage, restoring its original tranquility and reality.

When Minamoto no Yoshitsune looked closely, he was completely dumbfounded.

Where is the old man? Where is the corpse?

In the open space in front of him, a slender animal covered in yellow fur was crouching.

It held its head with its two front paws, huddled on the ground looking pitiful, its little eyes filled with terror. It was none other than the weasel, one of the five great immortals of Northeast China.

Beside it stood a middle-aged man in a leather jacket, holding a tree branch, pointing at the weasel spirit and cursing: "You good-for-nothing! I sent you to block people, who told you to ask for a title? It's a good thing he didn't say you were some kind of rubber tube or something, otherwise your hundred years of cultivation would be ruined! If this gets out, you'll completely disgrace the Huang family!"

"bass--"

Just then, a white figure darted out from the bushes nearby.

The little white fox, Hu Qingfang, darted up in a flash, her two front paws pawing at the weasel, her mouth agape in a frantic shout:

"William! William, are you alright? Are you hurt?! Oh my god! Help! Help!"

Hu Qingfang was shouting enthusiastically when suddenly it felt like someone was choking her throat, and she couldn't make a sound.

The fox's originally pointed mouth now seemed to be forcibly squeezed by someone, and it could only let out muffled "woo-woo" groans.

"You never listen to anything I tell you, do you? You little brat!"

Not far away, Gao Lian appeared out of nowhere. He pushed up his glasses and stood side by side with the middle-aged man in the leather jacket.

At this moment, Gao Lian exuded that familiar, domineering black aura. One hand was in his pocket, the other making a loose fist towards Hu Qingfang, his tone full of displeasure:

"I told you to keep your distance from that brat Huang San'er, and stop showing off your foreign language skills, but you wouldn't listen! You'll end up like a fool like him! Go away, get out of here!"

Hu Tianbiao released his grip while cursing.

Hu Qingfang was finally free. She shrank back in fright and didn't dare to say another word. She quickly picked up "William" from the ground and slunk away behind a big tree.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune's hand holding the sword trembled.

Looking at the two middle-aged men who had suddenly appeared, and feeling the terrifying aura emanating from them, the last shred of hope in his heart completely collapsed.

It’s over.

We are surrounded.

Hu Tianbiao didn't even glance at Minamoto no Yoshitsune. He walked straight up to Yoshitsune as if he were looking at a commodity waiting to be sold.

He lifted his foot, using the gleaming toe of his shoe to nudge Yoshitsune's chin, forcing him to look up. Those vertical pupils hidden behind his glasses scanned him up and down, then he spoke into the still-connected phone:

"Yes, it's him. You little brat, you were right, that Japanese devil really did have a backup plan! This body may be just for show, but the soul inside definitely has that stinky smell."

On the other end of the phone, Yan Sen's voice came out lazily, carrying a calmness that suggested he had already seen through everything:

"This isn't my opinion, Master Tianbiao. It's what my colleague, Xu Si's father, Old Master Xu Xiang, said. He handled a similar case back then, and it's said that these Yin-Yang Masters have a secret technique that allows them to transfer souls through blood curses when they're on the verge of death. I guessed that old guy had to keep that up his sleeve."

"Hey, not bad, that little kid surnamed Xu does have some knowledge."

Hu Tianbiao grinned, said a couple more words, and then hung up the phone.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune suddenly raised his head and stared intently at the phone.

It's him! It's that brat again!

Even over the phone, even though they were miles apart, the boy was like a ghost, clinging to him tightly and calculating every possible way out for him!

"How dare you!"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune's eyes were filled with resentment and murderous intent, and he roared as if he wanted to suddenly attack.

"Bang!"

Hu Tianbiao didn't even look at him properly before kicking Minamoto no Yoshitsune hard in the eye socket.

"ah--!"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune screamed in agony, clutching his eyes and rolling on the ground. The kick was so powerful that it made him see stars and half his face went numb.

"What the hell are you beeping about? Trying to show off your loud voice?"

Hu Tianbiao withdrew his foot and looked at Minamoto no Yoshitsune writhing on the ground like a maggot. The mockery in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a chilling killing intent.

"If I let you get away, I'll be utterly humiliated. Aren't you going to show yourself, you old codger?"

Hu Tianbiao took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and let out a deafening roar at Minamoto no Yoshitsune, or rather, at the thing hidden inside Minamoto no Yoshitsune's body:

"Get the hell out here!!!"

"boom--!"

The roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, echoed through the forest, lingering for a long time. The sound waves even created visible ripples, causing the surrounding leaves to rustle and countless birds to take flight in terror.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune was so shocked that he was completely disoriented, his head buzzing.

In a daze, he seemed to see a huge, golden fox phantom appear behind the middle-aged man in front of him. The fox was baring its teeth at him, revealing its sharp fangs.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a sudden numbness in the back of his head.

The feeling was like something was wriggling inside his spine, a tingling, numbing sensation, like an electric shock.

Old...old bastard...?

Where...where is it...?

Didn't it run away a long time ago?!

Hu Tianbiao looked at Minamoto no Yoshitsune's terrified and confused expression and sneered repeatedly.

"Looks like they won't shed a tear until they see the coffin."

He turned his head and shouted impatiently at the woods behind him:

"You're so lucky, aren't you? Deng Youfu! Hurry up and get on with your act! If you delay Grandpa's business, Grandpa and your Uncle Liu will beat you up!"

As Hu Tianbiao shouted, a series of hurried footsteps came from deep within the woods.

"Coming, coming! Boss Biao! Your humble servant, Smith Deng, is here to serve you!"

A young man with slicked-back hair, dressed in a smart white shirt, black vest, and tie, jogged out. His leather shoes made a rustling sound on the fallen leaves, which seemed particularly out of place.

Deng Youfu ran up to them and first bowed deeply to the host of the Yellow Immortal and Hu Tianbiao at a ninety-degree angle. Then he secretly waved to Hu Qingfang and Huang San, who were hiding behind the tree, and gave them an awkward but polite smile.

After doing all this, he took a deep breath, loosened his tie, assumed a horse stance, clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and began to mutter incoherently:

"This humble member of the Deng family is blessed... Please welcome Master Liu..."

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish reading, Deng Youfu's body suddenly trembled violently, as if he had been whipped hard.

A black aura, even colder and more violent than Hu Tianbiao's, instantly erupted from his body.

Deng Youfu suddenly raised his head.

Those eyes, which were once full of flattery, have now turned into blood-red vertical pupils, revealing a cold indifference that scorns all living beings.

His mouth was parted in a grin, and a thin, long snake tongue flickered in and out of his mouth, making a hissing sound.

"That little bastard Youfu... he's such a damn slowpoke!"

A voice, cold yet bold, arrogant yet disdainful, came from Deng Youfu's mouth:

"I've recited those lousy words eight hundred times already, I can't take it anymore! I have to say it myself!"

Hu Tianbiao chuckled as he watched this scene, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and gestured towards Minamoto no Yoshitsune.

"Why are you and Di Ma putting on a charade? Uncle Liu, I'm done for, you show us how it's done."

Possessed by Liu Kunsheng, Deng Youfu twisted his neck, producing a sickening cracking sound.

He ignored Hu Tianbiao's teasing and turned around, his blood-red vertical pupils fixed on the shadow at Minamoto no Yoshitsune's feet.

"Isn't this right here!"

Liu Kunsheng licked his lips and revealed a cruel smile.

"Old wolf, oh old wolf... you've been hiding pretty well. But playing hide-and-seek in front of me..."

He suddenly opened his mouth wide and let out a sharp screech:

"You're still too green! Come out and face your death!!!"