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

Not enough? Give it a little more pressure?

Goodness, no wonder he's Brother Ding. Yan Sen said he had never heard of such a request before.

Yan Sen then smiled knowingly. Since Brother Ding had made the request, he, as the younger brother, naturally had to provide the best service.

"Buzz—"

A muffled hum echoed in the air.

Yan Sen no longer deliberately confined the Qi of the spleen earth to the small area under Ding Shian's feet. Instead, with a thought, he completely released this immense gravity.

The ground within a ten-meter radius of the two people felt as if it had been pressed down hard by an invisible giant hand.

"Click, click..."

The hard volcanic rock beneath our feet groaned under the weight, and then, with a teeth-grinding scraping sound, the entire area sank a full half-palm deep!

The gravel turned to dust, and the dust that had just been raised was pressed back down to the ground.

Yan Sen watched this scene and was secretly astonished.

Two days ago, that little Japanese guy named Ryujiro had his spine and kneecaps crushed by this move. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered and eventually passed out from the pain.

To be honest, this scene was a bit too brutal and didn't quite fit his principle of "winning people over with virtue".

But there was no other way; it was a life-or-death struggle, and there was no time to care about dignity.

But things are different now. Since this is a friendly sparring match between friends, the strength... well, let's increase it by another 20%.

However, Ding Shian, who was at the center of gravity, only swayed slightly, and his lower body remained as stable as Mount Tai.

After getting used to it for a while, he straightened up and moved his neck. His bones cracked and popped under the pressure, just like he was doing weighted squats.

He didn't use any special techniques to neutralize the gravity; he simply stimulated the Qi within his body to surge upwards to counteract it. The two forces, one above and one below, eventually canceled each other out.

"call……"

Ding Shian exhaled a breath of stale air, raised his foot, and stomped heavily on the ground.

"Thump!"

The feedback from the ground felt as hard as a solid steel plate.

"In this situation, using Earthwalker's Immortal and Ghost Needle is no longer worthwhile. Not only can the needles not penetrate, but with the density of this ground alone, even Tu Xingsun would get bumped all over his head first." Ding Shian grinned, putting away the needles in his hand, but the fighting spirit in his eyes did not diminish at all. "Little brother, should I say we are compatible, or that you are my natural enemy? You just casually showed off a move and sealed two of my skills."

"Brother Ding, you're joking. I'm a coward. When I was little, I was not only afraid of the dark, but also afraid of needles. If you were to prick me with a needle and then pull it off, I would definitely wet my pants." Yan Sen put his hands in his pockets and smiled innocently.

"Did he really wet his pants? I just can't believe it!"

Before he finished speaking, Ding Shian's demeanor suddenly changed.

He took a deep breath, and the innate Qi within his body surged like a river, instantly flowing into his legs. He suddenly lowered his body, sliding along the ground as if wading through mud, yet as fast as lightning.

Baguazhang - Mud-Treading Step!

Even in this terrifying gravitational field, he was still able to unleash such astonishing speed, leaving a trail of afterimages as he instantly closed in on Yan Sen.

Immediately afterwards, he changed his footing and stomped forward with his right foot, causing the ground to crack.

Bajiquan - Breakthrough Step!

Both of these moves are fundamental to body techniques within their respective boxing systems, but the two footwork techniques used by Ding Shian were not only seamlessly connected, but also carried a unique momentum.

The gust of wind that rushed towards him even made Yan Sen's face tighten.

"What fierce strength!"

Yan Sen secretly praised him.

Ding Shian's way of exerting force was very similar to the "Mountain-Pulling Lean" technique demonstrated to him by his nephew Zhuge Qing, but the overall strength of Ding Shian's "Mountain-Pulling Lean" was much stronger than Zhuge Qing's.

It's important to understand that the "闯步" (chuǎngbù) step is just one of the basic footwork techniques, while the "贴山靠" (tiēshānkào) step is a hard stance that uses the full power of the body to strike the opponent's sudden rise and fall.

It is evident that as long as Ding Shian's stepping technique is applied, he can continuously change his moves using the force of the stepping technique, such as leaning against the mountain, elbowing, striking with the palm, and punching.

Yan Sen will be met with a barrage of attacks.

But Ding Shian's terrifying aspect didn't stop there. While continuously using different fist techniques and body movements, his hands were not idle either. His hands were loosely clenched, as if he were holding two invisible eggs in his palms. He tucked his chest and straightened his back, generating power from his dantian.

"snort!"

With a muffled groan, an invisible palm strike, accompanied by the sound of air being torn apart, struck straight at Yan Sen's face.

A palm strike that cleaves through the air!

"Bang!"

The thick layer of earthy yellow-gold light surrounding Yan Sen was shaken violently by this palm strike, rippling outwards and even caved in slightly.

Yan Sen raised an eyebrow.

This is only the second time he has been deformed since he mastered the Golden Light Technique of Earth.

The first time was at Longhu Mountain, where it was smashed by a casual slap from Grand Tutor Zhang Zhiwei.

This is the second time.

But to be honest, perhaps because the difference in strength between Yan Sen and Zhang Zhiwei was too great, the impact of Zhang Zhiwei's slap on Yan Sen was not as strong as Ding Shian's palm strike.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate!"

Yan Sen chuckled lightly, "Brother Ding, since you like the hard way, then I'll give you something 'soft'!"

Golden light flowed in his palms, and his hands, like a noodle maker tossing noodles, instantly stretched the thick golden light into countless thin golden threads.

"go!"

Yan Sen spread his arms and flicked his fingers in quick succession.

Golden threads, like spider silk come to life, shot out in all directions, covering the sky. Some embedded themselves in rocks, others entangled withered trees, instantly weaving a complex golden "spider web" between the two.

Spleen Earth Golden Light · Cage!

These golden threads, though seemingly thin, were in fact taut to the extreme, blocking all of Ding Shian's attack routes in a haphazard and disorganized manner.

Ding Shian looked at the golden net in front of him, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Trying to trap me? This level of Qi isn't enough!"

Without dodging or evading, the protective aura around his body shone brightly, and he, like a tiger descending a mountain, crashed headlong into the golden net.

Bajiquan – A fierce tiger climbs a mountain!

"Sizzle—!"

A sickening cutting sound rang out.

A look of surprise suddenly flashed across Ding Shian's originally confident face.

His protective aura, which he was so proud of and believed could block and deflect most attacks, actually... cracked the moment it came into contact with those golden threads!

"Snap!"

Several fine cracks appeared on the escape light.

Ding Shian had to forcibly stop himself, and even so, his sleeve was cut open.

He composed himself and looked closely, only to discover that although the main body of the golden thread was a thick, earthy golden light, its surface was covered with an extremely faint yet incredibly sharp layer of white light.

Are those invisible energy blades used when we fought the Quanxing sect on the mountain that day?

"Excellent technique!" Ding Shian looked at the cuff, his eyes shining. "The gravitational golden light, combined with that blade of air that cuts through iron like mud, must be called Geng Metal Qi. Your net looks soft, but it kills without blinking an eye. Little brother, no wonder Xu Laosi said that you're quite cunning."

"Brother Ding, you flatter me." Yan Sen scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly. "Although I am a kind-hearted person and don't like to see people bleed, I don't know why, but the methods I develop are all quite insidious... cough cough, quite practical. If I didn't trust your life cultivation, Brother Ding, I would never dare to use them."

"Hahaha! Practicality is a good tactic! Who cares if it's underhanded or not!"

Ding Shian laughed heartily, and the light around his body instantly flowed, repairing the cracks as if they were still intact.

"However, young man, while your methods are exquisite, they're still a bit lacking to subdue me!"

Ding Shian formed hand seals, his left hand forming the Spirit Official Finger and his right hand forming the Solidifying Seal. The originally transparent escape light instantly solidified, as if he were wearing a thick layer of glass armor.

"Open it!"

He stomped his foot and crushed the rock.

Bajiquan - Sticking to the Mountain!

This time, he was no longer testing the waters, but rather concentrating all his energy and spirit into this one pillar.

"Bang--!!!"

A muffled thud.

Those incredibly strong gold threads finally succumbed to the overwhelming force.

The golden threads connecting to the ground were uprooted, bringing up a large amount of soil; the golden threads connecting to the trees even snapped several dead trees, each as thick as a bowl, in half!

The entire "cage" was smashed to pieces by Ding Shian's unreasonable leaning!

Amidst the countless golden fragments, Ding Shian stood proudly like a war god.

"Phew...that felt good!" Ding Shian dusted himself off and looked at Yan Sen. "Little brother, that was a good move, but that's all. You know that's not what I want to see. What about your unique ability to freely alter the surrounding magnetic field? Don't hold back, show me!"

Yan Sen looked at the mess on the ground, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he laughed even more happily.

"Wow, Brother Ding's physique and strength are truly extraordinary." Yan Sen gave a thumbs up. "To be honest, I had already decided before that move that you could break through my cage, so I would just admit defeat."

"However..." Yan Sen changed the subject, his playful smile gradually disappearing, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness and earnestness.

"Since you've brought it up, Brother Ding, I need to confirm with you as well." Yan Sen stared into Ding Shian's eyes and asked, enunciating each word clearly, "Are you sure you want to try my method of altering the magnetic field?"

For some reason, seeing Yan Sen's expression, Ding Shian's heart skipped a beat.

An instinctive intuition told him that what was about to happen might be beyond his comprehension.

But the fervor in his eyes only intensified.

"I'm absolutely certain," Ding Shian said in a deep voice, "Nothing excites me more than witnessing unknown power and unknown strength. Come on, little brother, let me see your 'Dao'!"

"it is good."

Yan Sen nodded, took a deep breath, and his tone became unusually solemn: "Brother Ding, I have to tell you a few things. Once I start, you can only stay where you are and can't move an inch. You can meditate, contemplate, or just daydream, but you absolutely cannot leave that position before I say it's okay."

Yan Sen pointed to the rock under Ding Shian's feet: "Otherwise, if something really happens, even with my current abilities, I can't save you."

Looking at Yan Sen's unwavering gaze, Ding Shian knew he wasn't joking.

"I understand. Don't worry, if you tell me not to move, I won't budge even if lightning strikes my head."

Ding Shian nodded hurriedly. To be on the safe side, he compressed and solidified the light around his body again until he looked like a glass sculpture.

At the same time, a glint flashed in his eyes as he activated his inner cultivation method—Observation and Concentration.

When his method of contemplation is practiced to its highest level, it can ultimately lead to the ability to see through illusions.

Although he hasn't reached that level yet, at least he can see things that are invisible to the naked eye.

"Ready? Come on!" Ding Shian shouted in a low voice.

Yan Sen nodded and slowly exhaled a long breath.

Then, to Ding Shian's puzzled look, he didn't adopt any attack stance or chant any incantations, but instead sat down on the ground with a thud.

Sit cross-legged, with your palms facing upwards, and close your eyes.

Ding Shian: "???"

No? You've already sat down?

Hey bro, you're fighting! Are you trying to meditate on the spot or what?

However, the next second, Ding Shian's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

In his "Observation of Dharma and Concentration" vision, Yan Sen, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him, began to become blurry and transparent.

It's like a drop of water merging into the ocean, or a wisp of smoke merging into the void.

His presence, his aura, even his physical form, are rapidly disappearing.

Only two seconds passed.

Yan Sen has disappeared.

Where are they?!

Ding Shian instinctively wanted to take a step forward to check the situation.

But at the very moment he lifted his foot...

"—!!!"

An indescribable sense of terror descended upon us without warning.

That feeling wasn't caused by any actual attack.

That sounds more like malice.

Endless malice.

The rocks beneath his feet seemed to have turned into sharp spikes, trying to pierce his soles; the wild grass around him seemed to have turned into sharp blades, trying to cut his skin; even the air he breathed into his lungs seemed to have turned into poison, repelling his presence.

Ding Shian felt a churning in his stomach and felt like gagging.

This feeling... is hard to describe.

It's as if he became a virus in this world, the only anomaly in the universe, despised, rejected, and squeezed by the entire world!

"What is this...?"

Ding Shian's body began to tremble slightly, cold sweat trickled down his forehead and into his eyes, the stinging pain causing him to squint. Even his seemingly indestructible escape light teetered on the brink of collapse under this invisible malice.

He instinctively looked up, trying to find the source of this malice.

When he saw it, he was so shocked that his scalp almost exploded!

All that could be seen above was the once empty sky.

An enormous eye blocked his entire vision.

The owner of the eyes is Yan Sen.

It was just Yan Sen magnified countless times, as if he had merged with heaven and earth.

He remained seated cross-legged, his enormous eyes devoid of any emotion, joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, only displaying an almost divine indifference.

He leaned down, getting so close that his face was almost touching Ding Shian's.

He stared intently at the tiny Ding Shian.

It's as if you're watching an ant that has accidentally wandered into the realm of the gods.

Heaven and earth are ruthless; all things are treated like straw dogs.

At that moment, this sentence suddenly popped into Ding Shian's mind.

This is not a technique at all.

This is... the power of heaven and earth.