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

Half an hour later.

Xu Xiang leaned back in the large boss's chair. The teacup containing the finest Pu'er tea was almost empty, with only a few tea leaves clinging forlornly to the cup's side. He rubbed his throbbing temples, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

That's how it is.

Xu Xiang let out a long breath, his gaze sweeping over his two sons in front of him. "That's why I joined the company and spearheaded the implementation of the 'temporary worker' system. Under the protection of this system, A-Wu was able to exist in the world of supernatural beings with a legitimate identity."

"Over the past few decades, apart from myself and General Manager Zhao Fangxu, no one else in the entire company knows the truth about A Wu." Xu Xiang's fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a dull sound. "After all, the temptation of immortality and eternal youth is just too great... Even the First Emperor couldn't resist it, let alone ordinary people and extraordinary people who hold power."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Xu San remained in that standard kneeling posture, the floor tiles beneath his knees seemingly warmed by his body heat.

He pushed up his glasses, his pupils behind the lenses somewhat unfocused, clearly because the amount of information Xu Xiang had just given him was so overwhelming that it had overwhelmed his brain.

On the other hand, Xu Si was excessively relaxed.

Halfway through Xu Xiang's speech, this kid casually grabbed a folding stool from somewhere and sat down next to Xu San.

At this moment, he was stroking the stubble that had just sprouted on his chin, his eyes filled with excitement at having successfully confirmed his guess.

To be honest, there was some shock, but what shocked Xu Si was that Feng Baobao had lived for so long and still maintained such a simple and honest personality.

However, given this situation, the plans we made before regarding how to handle things related to the baby seem too conservative.

The baby is no longer just a 'weakling' who needs care; now she's more like a 'nuclear bomb' that could easily reignite the chaos of the Jia Shen Rebellion if she wanted to.

"Alright, old man, now that I've heard the story, I have a better understanding of it."

Xu Si took out a cigarette case from his pocket and was about to light one when Xu Xiang glared at him, so he could only awkwardly tuck the cigarette behind his ear.

He abandoned his usual carefree demeanor, his face becoming unusually serious: "Dad, my brother and I both know what's going on. You know me, I may be a bit of a rascal, but when it comes to something as serious as this, even I wouldn't joke about it."

Xu Si paused, his eyes sharpening, and cut straight to the point: "There's a problem that must be solved—what about Yan Sen?"

When this name was mentioned, Xu Xiang paused slightly as he tapped his fingers on the table.

"I've already reported to you on Yan Sen's performance in Changbai Mountain during this mission," Xu Si analyzed, counting on his fingers. "He's cunning, shrewd, and most importantly, we benefited from his help in this mission. Without that kid, let alone completing the mission smoothly, it would have been impossible to get any clues about Bao Bao's background from the Old Immortal."

Xu Si raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Xu Xiang: "We owe this favor; we can't renege on it. But the question is, where do we place this person in matters concerning the baby in the future?"

"Should we try to win them over as potential allies? Or should we treat them as useful tools to be used and discarded?" Xu Si lowered his voice a few decibels. "Old man, you need to give me a straight answer."

To be honest, Xu Si himself is a little unsure of what to do. Based on his interactions with Yan Sen during this mission, he believes that Yan Sen is a good person. He is not only skillful but also intelligent, knows his limits, and is adaptable. He is a good candidate to make friends with.

But who knows what the future holds?

Although they are currently maintaining a good relationship, who knows if he will become interested in the secret of the baby's agelessness after he finds out about the baby?

What will we do then? How will we handle this?

"Where should we put it? Is that even a question?!"

Before Xu Xiang could even speak, Xu San, who had been kneeling, suddenly bristled.

He frowned, glaring at Xu Si, his tone tinged with displeasure: "Xu Laosi! Have you lost your mind? If this kid surnamed Yan is really as you described on the phone, would you still feel comfortable letting Bao Bao have contact with him? Of course, you'd keep your distance!"

"Go to hell!"

Xu Si rolled his eyes, looking at his own brother with an expression of utter disbelief: "Xu Laosan, Xu Laosan, I've noticed that your words sound like farts. Not only are they loud, but they also stink."

"You!" Xu San was speechless with anger.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean'?" Xu Si interrupted him rudely. "We just finished the mission happily and even made plans to meet in Tianjin in two weeks, and now you're turning your back on us?"

Xu Si grew angrier as he spoke. He stood up, kicked away the small stool under his buttocks, and imitated Xu San's serious tone: "Hey, Comrade Yan Sen, although you've helped us a lot, we're breaking off our friendship with you."

"Let's put human nature aside for now. Do you think this is reasonable? Does it make sense? If you were Yan Sen, and you were getting along well with us, but suddenly you find that we're starting to distance ourselves from him and become wary of him... how would you feel?"

He sneered and began mimicking Yan Sen's lazy tone again: "Oh, is the Xu family hiding something? Are they hiding some unspeakable secret? They might not have even thought of this before, but you've forced them to investigate you, haven't you?"

"That's what you call 'protesting too much'! Don't you understand, you idiot!"

Xu San was speechless, his face turning a deep purplish-red. After a long silence, he finally managed to stammer, "I... I didn't say I was going to turn on him all at once. Gradually reducing the frequency of his contact with the baby, a cold shoulder approach shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

"Cooling it off my ass." Xu Si glanced at him and sneered. "That kid's as cunning as a monkey. The moment you put up a cold shoulder, he'll smell it. You'll just make things worse."

Xu Si ignored his blockhead brother and turned to look at Xu Xiang, awaiting the old man's decision.

Xu Xiang did not immediately respond.

He looked at his two sons, who were arguing incessantly, his eyes deep. Xu San's worries were not without reason, and Xu Si's concerns were also very real. This was a difficult choice.

Suddenly, Xu Xiang's gaze fell on the sofa in the corner.

Feng Baobao was sitting cross-legged, holding a half-finished bottle of AD calcium milk in her hands, the straw bitten flat. She didn't seem to be listening to the conversation between the father and his two sons; her eyes were blank, as if she had merged with the air.

"A-wu".

Xu Xiang suddenly spoke, his voice unusually gentle, "What are you thinking?"

Feng Baobao snapped out of her daze, biting her straw, and blinked her 'clever' big eyes.

"Me?" Feng Baobao pointed to her nose.

"Yes, it's you." Xu Xiang nodded. "What kind of person do you think Yan Sen is? Would you be willing to continue having contact with him?"

Xu San and Xu Si also looked at Feng Baobao.

In their opinion, although the baby is usually silly, his intuition when it comes to judging people is exceptionally accurate.

Feng Baobao loosened her straw and answered almost without thinking, "I think if I just tell Mu Tou, he'll help me."

"Help?" Xu San was taken aback.

"Hmm." Feng Baobao nodded, her brows furrowing slightly. She clenched her fists and twirled them against her temples, as if trying to search her meager vocabulary for an accurate adjective.

"I don't know why..." Feng Baobao tilted her head, her eyes filled with pure confusion, "When I first saw him, I felt so familiar with him. Not the kind of familiarity you get from meeting him before, it's... it's the energy he exudes."

"Qi?" Xu Xiang's eyes narrowed.

"Hmm, his Qi... makes me feel so comfortable and at ease." Feng Baobao gestured earnestly, "Warm and cozy, like... like I've seen him somewhere before. I don't know how to put it, but I feel like he wouldn't hurt me."

Xu Si raised an eyebrow.

He had heard Bao Bao mention these words that night in Changbai Mountain when Yan Sen used "All Things Under One Eye" to open their eyes. At the time, he thought it was Bao Bao's imagination or the effect of Yan Sen's special technique.

But now it seems... this move wasn't so simple after all.

Xu Xiang and Xu San were somewhat surprised.

Especially Xu Xiang. He's known A Wu since he was nine years old, so you could say they've known each other for most of his life.

He knows Feng Baobao too well.

His mother had said more than once that A-Wu's cold-hearted nature frightened her. At the time, he didn't understand, but as he grew up, he came to agree with some of his mother's views.

As for Awu, rather than saying she was inherently cold-hearted, it's more accurate to say that she went too far on the path of "Tao," to the point of returning to simplicity and authenticity.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

In Awu's eyes, people, animals, flowers, trees, and plants are all essentially the same, without any difference.

She wasn't without feelings; she was just... too pure. So pure that she couldn't comprehend the complex thoughts and feelings of ordinary people.

Like an innocent child, sincere but not passionate.

To make someone with such a pure heart feel "trust" and "peace"...

After a long silence, a resolute glint flashed in Xu Xiang's eyes.

"In that case, let's make contact and see how it goes."

He made the final decision, "Didn't you agree to meet in Tianjin in two weeks? I'll go too. I really hope... this kid is reliable in this matter."

He looked at Feng Baobao, who was still deep in thought and trying to reconcile with her mind, and a kind smile appeared on his lips.

Ah Wu, Ah Wu, perhaps your intuition can really help you find your way back to the past.

"Alright!" Xu Si snapped his fingers, looking relaxed. "I knew it! The old man is so wise! Unlike some people who just worry about nothing."

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Xu San, who was still kneeling on the ground, and a wicked smile that was extremely irritating curled up at the corner of his mouth. His eyes clearly said: Are you stupid now? Did you get scolded? You still have to rely on your Fourth Master, right?

Xu San looked at Xu Si's smug face, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

From childhood to adulthood, he, as the older brother, had been tricked countless times by this scoundrel of a younger brother. If he swallowed this insult today, how could Xu San ever face anyone in the North China region again?

"Xu Si..." Xu San pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing across the lenses.

An invisible force of telekinesis was activated instantly.

"Whoosh—!"

The small stool that Xu Si had just kicked away seemed to have eyes; it suddenly flew up and flew straight towards the back of Xu Si's head with a whoosh.

"Holy crap!"

Xu Si was feeling smug when suddenly he received a hard blow to the back of the head. He screamed in pain, clutching his head and immediately began to act: "Xu Laosan! You really went for it! I'm getting a concussion! I'm getting a concussion! Dad! Look at him!"

As Xu Si wailed, he swayed unsteadily, as if he were drunk, but his feet moved two steps to the side with remarkable agility.

Xu San snorted coldly, and was about to stand up to check if it was really damaged.

Just then, Xu Si suddenly lowered the hand that was covering his head, and his face no longer showed any pain, but only a wicked smile of triumph.

He made a grasping motion with one hand, and his magnetic field was activated!

"Come here, sir!"

"Buzz—!"

The metal trash can behind Xu San, pulled by the magnetic force, flew over like a cannonball.

Xu San had just straightened up and hadn't even reacted yet.

"Bang—!!!"

A loud bang.

The trash can, filled with crumpled paper and tea leaves, landed squarely and precisely on Xu San's head, all the way up to his shoulders.

The world is quiet.

Xu San remained standing, with a trash can on his head, resembling a sculpture full of postmodern art style.

A few tea leaves slid slowly down the edge of the trash can and landed on his spotless suit.

"Hahahaha!" Xu Si pointed at Xu San, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face, rolling around on the sofa. "Xu Laosan! This look is unique! You should perform this at this year's company annual party! It'll be a hit!"

"Xu—Si—!!!"

Xu San's deep, murderous roar came from the trash can.

Immediately afterwards, the tin bucket was instantly squeezed and deformed by telekinesis, crumpled into a ball like a piece of waste paper, and slammed hard towards Xu Si.

"I'll fucking kill you!!!"

The office was about to turn into a scene of full-blown fighting.

Xu Xiang, who had been sitting in the boss's chair watching the show, finally couldn't take it anymore.

He slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups jump.

"Enough!!!"

Xu Xiang roared, pointing at the door, his beard trembling with rage: "How old are you all! Still acting like three-year-olds! What kind of talk is this! Get out! Get out!!!"

Seeing that things were not going well, Xu Si slipped away as fast as he could.

"Alright! Dad, calm down! We're leaving right now! Right now!"

With his hair covered in tea leaves, Xu San looked at his father with grief and indignation, then at his younger brother who had already disappeared. In the end, he could only grit his teeth, bow, and turn to chase after him.

"Xu Si! You stop right there! Today it's either you or me!"

The sounds of the two brothers playfully fighting could be heard in the corridor, gradually fading into the distance.

Hearing the commotion outside the door, Xu Xiang's angry face slowly softened into a helpless yet tender smile.

Feng Baobao sat on the sofa, slurping up the last bit of AD calcium milk. She watched this scene, blinked, and seemed to be thinking about something.