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

Changbai Mountain Tianchi Lake is shrouded in clouds and mist at its summit.

This is the backbone of Northeast China, with magnificent scenery, but after a while, it can become somewhat monotonous and boring.

A figure darted swiftly along the steep mountain ridge, his feet barely touching the ground. The treacherous mountain paths that would require ordinary tourists to use both hands and feet were like flat ground under his feet.

Ding Shian carried a huge hiking backpack, his breathing was steady, and not a single drop of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"It's the fifth day."

Ding Shian looked up at the mountaintop that was so close at hand and sighed silently in his heart.

Who would have thought that he, a man of extraordinary talent who aspired to challenge the strongest in the world, would be reduced to a "nanny" who delivers takeout these past few days?

Ding Shian's backpack didn't contain any magical weapons, but rather instant bread, sausages, and several large bottles of mineral water that he bought at a supermarket in the town at the foot of the mountain.

Ever since that day when he dealt with Minamoto no Yoshitsune and his gang, Kotomori has been living on the altar like a statue.

Aside from the necessary eating, drinking, and relieving himself, this kid never moved an inch from his spot, keeping his eyes closed all day. In his own words, he was "combing the earth's veins."

Ding Shian exerted force with his feet, leaped forward, and landed steadily on the open ground beside Tianchi Lake.

In the distance, the boy in casual clothes was still sitting cross-legged on the protruding bluestone.

Out of curiosity, Ding Shian had pestered Yan Sen a couple of days ago to open the All-Seeing Eye again so that he could also witness the so-called "sorting out the earth's veins" process.

Yan Sen didn't hold back either, generously giving him a "VIP view" and adjusting the "quality" from 480P to Blu-ray 4K.

That one glance was enough to make Ding Shian completely calm down and willingly become Yan Sen's meal deliveryman.

In his view, Yan Sen at that time seemed to no longer be a person.

He is like a huge hub connecting heaven and earth.

The intricate network of ley lines beneath Changbai Mountain, as vast as the blood vessels of the human body, is undergoing a breathtaking "blood transfusion" centered on Yan Sen.

Countless streams of filthy, cold, and putrid black energy flowed continuously into Yan Sen's body along the earth's veins.

The scene was like a hundred rivers flowing into one, or like ten thousand ghosts devouring one's body.

Having walked the world of supernatural beings for so many years, Ding Shian had seen many supernatural beings who specialized in feng shui, and he also knew a little about what the so-called "earthly evil" in feng shui was.

The tangible black energy that Yan Sen absorbed would have been enough to cause an ordinary feng shui master to suffer a qi deviation and never make any further progress in their cultivation if they had only been slightly exposed to it.

What about Ke Yansen?

He acted as if nothing had happened, his thin body seemingly a bottomless pit, accepting all who came. The black energy entered his body, and after being circulated through his domineering methods, when it was exhaled, it had transformed into pure, warm earth energy radiating a faint golden light, returning to the earth.

Ding Shian stared at that retreating figure with a complex expression.

He was a martial arts fanatic, pursuing the ultimate power of the individual. Yan Sen's methods, however, had transcended the realm of "technique" and were more like fulfilling a "divine duty," a true "way."

Hey, speaking of which, Brother Yan Sen really trusts him. If Ding Shian had such abilities, he wouldn't show them to others so easily.

Ding Shian shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts. He walked to a large, sheltered rock not far from Yan Sen, put down his backpack, unzipped it, took out a bag of red bean bread, tore open the packaging, and took a big bite.

Cheap bread melts in your mouth when you chew it; the texture and taste are rather ordinary, but it can fill your stomach.

"There are advantages to being a lone wolf. One person is full, and the whole family isn't hungry," Ding Shian mumbled indistinctly, unscrewing the bottle of mineral water and taking a sip. "Being a nanny is worthwhile; it's a contribution to this land."

Just as Ding Shian swallowed half a loaf of bread.

On the altar, Yan Sen, who had been standing like a statue, suddenly moved.

"call--"

Yan Sen let out a long breath.

The breath, though condensed, transformed into a white streak in the air, shooting three meters away and striking the rock with a soft "crack".

Yan Sen slowly opened his eyes, his originally bluish-gold pupils gradually returning to clear black and white. He stretched his stiff neck, and his joints crackled and popped.

"Oh my god... my back is about to break."

Yan Sen rubbed his lower back, stood up with a grimacing expression, and without any air of superiority, dusted off the dirt on his buttocks. Then, sniffing the air, he strolled straight toward Ding Shian like a cat smelling fish.

Ding Shian looked at Yan Sen as he walked over and handed him the water bottle: "All done?"

"Okay, all done."

Yan Sen didn't stand on ceremony. He took the water bottle, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. Then, quite naturally, he squatted down next to Ding Shian and started rummaging through the backpack.

"Tsk, red bean bread again? Brother Ding, can't you change it up? Pork floss would be fine too." Yan Sen complained as he tore open the packaging and wolfed it down. "My mouth has been so bland these past few days."

Ding Shian looked at Yan Sen, who had no manners at all, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Who would have thought that the boy who was just now exhaling the evil energy of heaven and earth, like a god, is now like a high school student who skipped class and came back from an all-night internet cafe.

"How was today? Did it go smoothly?" Ding Shian asked.

"That's about it." Yan Sen swallowed the bread in his mouth and said indistinctly, "These little devils really put in a lot of effort. The number of evil energy nails they buried is not only large, but they are also hidden very deep. Even for me, it will take some effort to pull them all out."

Although Yan Sen spoke casually, Ding Shian could see a subtle weariness hidden deep in his eyes.

"Brother Ding."

Yan Sen finished his bread in a few bites, casually stuffed the bag into his pocket, turned to look at Ding Shian, and the laziness in his eyes lessened slightly. "How are you feeling? After you finish eating, how about giving your brother a hand?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Shian paused slightly in the hand holding the water bottle.

He looked at Yan Sen, but didn't agree immediately. Instead, he asked seriously, "Are you in good shape? I'm not in a hurry. My personal desires are insignificant compared to the creatures of Changbai Mountain. I can wait until you've rested."

This is Ding Shian's "sincerity".

He did want to test his skills against unfamiliar methods and become stronger, but he didn't want to take advantage of others' misfortunes.

"Hey, it's nothing." Yan Sen waved his hand, looking nonchalant. "I've already taken care of most of what I could handle. The rest can be left to the ley lines to recover on their own. Luckily we arrived early. If we had waited until the Japanese finished their ceremony, cleared the mountains and forests, and completely changed the terrain, that would have been a real problem."

Yan Sen stood up, stretched, and looked at the calm surface of Tianchi Lake with a smile on his lips.

"Besides, I need to stretch my muscles. Sitting around all these days has made my bones rust." Yan Sen turned around, his gaze fixed intently on Ding Shian. "Furthermore, after fulfilling my promise to you, Brother Ding, I have to go to Tianjin. Xu Laosi and Feng Baobao are waiting for me; I can't keep them waiting too long, can I?"

After hearing this, Ding Shian stopped being coy.

He stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, patted the crumbs off his hands, and slowly stood up.

"That would be perfect."

Ding Shian's expression changed.

If he was like a dutiful "nanny" just now, then at this moment Ding Shian is like a boxer about to step into the ring.

Every cell in his body was cheering; a fervent fighting spirit from the depths of his soul flowed in his eyes like a volcano about to erupt.

"To be honest, I'm starting to feel restless too."

The two exchanged a glance and, with remarkable tacit understanding, refrained from making a move immediately.

They each found a flat rock, sat cross-legged, and closed their eyes to regulate their breathing.

A gentle breeze ripples across the surface of Tianchi Lake.

half an hour.

The two opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to crackle in the air.

Yan Sen was the first to stand up. He didn't rush to assume a defensive stance, but instead raised his right foot and gently stomped on the ground.

"Buzz—"

An invisible wave spread out along the earth's veins.

He set up a simple "hidden Qi formation".

This fluctuation can completely lock down the aura within a radius of 100 meters, preventing the two from making too much noise and attracting the attention of the scenic area staff or other unnecessary trouble.

After doing all this, Yan Sen put his hands in his pockets and looked at Ding Shian with a smile: "Brother Ding, please."

Ding Shian took a deep breath and did not rush to launch an attack.

He reached into his robe and pulled out a black cloth bag.

The cloth bag was unfolded, revealing several steel needles, each a few inches long and gleaming with a cold, silvery light, neatly inserted inside.

"This is a needle for the dead."

Ding Shian picked up a steel needle, his tone tinged with nostalgia and respect, "It's used to seal acupoints; it can save lives, or it can kill. It was passed down to me by an old man surnamed Bi."

"Old Master Bi?" Yan Sen raised an eyebrow; that's a rare surname.

"Yes, his name is Bi Yuan," Ding Shian explained. "He was my mentor on the path of Qi cultivation. In fact, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for me to call him Master. This skill emphasizes the flow of Qi through the meridians and requires acupuncture according to the Eight Methods of the Spirit Turtle."

As he spoke, Ding Shian held several Ghost Needles between his fingers, lowered his body slightly, and assumed a stance that balanced offense and defense. "I will go all out, and I hope you won't hold back either. Let me witness your wondrous skills!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Sen's smile gradually widened, eventually transforming into an arrogant expression completely different from his usual demeanor.

"Then let's go, Brother Ding."

Yan Sen's eyes flashed with a blue-gold light, and his clothes moved without any wind.

"As the saying goes, 'Eating from a hundred families will surely make you popular, and learning a hundred skills will surely make you a good talent.' I, your younger brother, also want to give it a try. Just how good are you, Brother Ding?"

Before the words were finished, two completely different streams of Qi suddenly erupted at the edge of Tianchi Lake.

One is as heavy as a mountain, the other as sharp as a sword.

The two forces collided in the air, stirring up dust on the ground, which spiraled up like an earthen dragon.

"Come!"

Yan Sen gave a soft shout, showing no intention of testing anyone, and immediately launched a killing move.

He pressed his right hand down in the air, and a golden light, yellowish-brown in color, suddenly appeared in his palm.

Spleen Earth Metal Light - Heavy Pressure.

"boom--!"

Ding Shian felt as if a piece of the sky above him had collapsed.

A terrifying gravitational force, enough to crush an ordinary superhuman, descended upon him without warning.

There was no buffer, and no room to dodge.

"Snap!"

The rock beneath Ding Shian's feet instantly crumbled, and his feet were pressed into the ground as if nails, all the way up to his ankles!

However, facing this overwhelming pressure, Ding Shian showed no pain whatsoever; instead, he revealed an extremely excited and maniacal laugh.

"good!!!"

Ding Shian roared, his muscles bulged, and a layer of dazzling, glass-like light instantly covered his entire body, forcefully resisting the gravity.

"Not enough! Still not enough! Little brother! Give it your all!"

Under immense pressure, Ding Shian pulled his feet out of the ground step by step, his fighting spirit burning to its fullest extent.