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

"Tales of Extraordinary People: Chen Duo's 'Cultivation' Part 2 - 'My daughter is number one, awesome!'"

"Under the blazing sun, the girl crossed the finish line first, leading the second-place finisher by ten meters, amidst cheers."

Her emerald-like eyes swept across the audience, and then she spotted the man with a fierce face who looked like a ruthless bandit in the crowd.

He was ignoring the objections of the students' parents around him and forcibly showing off. When the man noticed the girl's gaze, he quickly grinned at her and gave her a thumbs up.

"Duo'er! Awesome!"

The girl pursed her lips, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Note: The anecdotes about extraordinary individuals do not follow the normal timeline of the main story!

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"Wow, that's clever! Hold on, we're not in a rush! Keep an eye on your brother! He's about to throw up!"

On the Yanchang Expressway, a brand-new taxi with its license plate was weaving through traffic like a mad dog. But compared to Feng Baobao's mastery of the car, the taxi driver's skills clearly had the air of a novice.

Xu Si sat in the middle of the back seat of the taxi—the most undignified position, the one most easily tossed around by centrifugal force.

His stomach was protesting.

The delicious food he had just eaten at Guan Shihua's place was now being pushed back into his throat with every violent jolt of the car.

"It's okay, I'll have him wash my car after I throw up. It's a brand new car, I need to break it in."

The driver, Deng Youcai, was a very outgoing person, and the two distinctive little mustaches under his nose trembled with the vibrations of the car.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Xu Si gripping the seatbelts of Yan Sen and Feng Baobao tightly on either side of him. His face was almost whiter than his hair, and his eyes were filled with doubt about life.

"Fourth Brother, pull gently, don't break it, this is a new car." Yan Sen slapped away Xu Si's trembling hand with a look of disgust.

Before Xu Si could react, Yan Sen slightly opened his mouth and very naturally bit the piece of hawthorn candy that Feng Baobao was feeding him from behind Xu Si's head.

"Get lost! I want to! You try sitting in the middle!" Xu Si cursed angrily, feeling his eyes sting from the sight of this "feeding" scene. He turned to Feng Baobao and yelled, "Baobao! Give me some too! To help me settle down!"

"That's all." Feng Baobao spread her hands, revealing only a red wrapping paper in her palms. Her eyes were clear and innocent. "The last bit, Mu Tou is going to eat it."

Xu Si: "..."

I can't live like this anymore.

"Holy crap, that's brilliant! How much longer until we get there? I can't wait!"

"Almost there, only five more miles. Didn't you just come down from Changbai Mountain? Do what you're supposed to do, you handled things like men, no problem, that's what we Northeastern men admire." Deng Youcai held the steering wheel with one hand and pointed ahead with the other in an extremely bold manner.

Looking through the windshield, the snow-capped peak of Changbai Mountain was already faintly visible.

"Then slow down, break in your new car gently, can't you let me rest a bit? You're speeding, you know? I'm going to file a complaint against you!" Xu Si threatened weakly.

"Hey, one thing at a time, I admit it, but the car still needs to be broken in." Deng Youcai chuckled, not only not slowing down, but stepping on the gas and weaving through traffic, driving the taxi with the aura of a tank.

"Fourth Brother, I feel that if you hadn't kept urging us to hurry up during the meal, and then left before we'd even had a chance to sit down properly, Grandma would probably have had Youcai drive a well-broken-in car to take us there," Yan Sen added slowly, chewing on a piece of hawthorn candy.

Who is Guan Shihua? One of the Ten Elders, the head of the Ma family in Northeast China.

They treated you like a junior, hospitably serving you snow frog and all sorts of fancy dishes, but you, Xu Si, just wiped your mouth and ran away after eating, treating their home like a guesthouse.

Although the old lady didn't say it, she was definitely unhappy inside.

The "life-or-death race" that Deng Youcai orchestrated along the way might very well have been at the behest of the old lady.

"Hey, Brother Yan, you've got a sharp mind." Deng Youcai gave him an admiring look in the rearview mirror.

"Fourth son, I had no choice. Grandma specifically told me that you were in a hurry and asked me to get you there 'quickly'. Don't blame me, I'm a very steady driver and I don't like to drive fast."

Deng Youcai rubbed the back of his head, grinned, and chuckled, his gloating expression showing no sign of displeasure whatsoever.

"Damn, do you think I want to? I'd love to stay here for a couple of days, but the work behind me is really pressing me hard." Xu Siqiang suppressed his nausea, took out his phone from his pocket, opened his inbox, and showed Yan Sen more than a dozen urging text messages.

"My dad is pressuring me like crazy. You can ask my baby if you don't believe me; she received the text message too."

"Mm." Feng Baobao nodded.

"Hey Gouwazi, another one's dead. Their skulls were smashed open, just like the previous four. The killer might have fled to the neighborhood. Gouwazi's colleague said so, their name is..."

"Hao Yi, Uncle Hao, the head of the Southwest region," Xu Si added, his expression finally becoming more serious, though a shadow of gloom hung between his brows.

"The case over there is a bit strange. Ordinary police officers can't handle it. It's suspected to be the work of supernatural beings, and the methods are extremely cruel."

"It's that one from a couple of days ago..." Yan Sen frowned, not finishing his sentence.

"Oh my god, I know about this!" Deng Youcai, who was driving, suddenly slapped his thigh, and the car lurched violently.

"Is that the psychopath who killed four ordinary people, cracked their skulls open like walnuts, and removed their brains? What, you've come all the way up north?"

Such news is never kept secret within the community of supernatural beings; once it happens, it spreads faster than the wind.

"We don't know the specifics yet, and we haven't confirmed whether he's run off to the north, but the higher-ups are worried that this madman is wandering around, so they're urging us to finish our business quickly and head back," Xu Si sighed.

"You're talented. Keep an eye out for this too. If you encounter a similar situation, don't fight head-on if you can't win. Contact General Manager Gao immediately so the company can make preparations."

That method of killing, which only removes the brain, reeks of a disgusting cult.

"Absolutely. If this beast dares to cause trouble in this place, our Xian'er will take care of him without the company even having to lift a finger." Deng Youcai sneered, then slammed on the brakes.

"squeak--!"

The tires left two long black tracks on the asphalt road, the car shook violently, and then came to a steady stop at the entrance of a forest farm at the foot of a mountain.

"When we arrive at Si'er, get off the bus. The rest of the way is inaccessible by car; you'll have to walk."

The car door opened, and Xu Si practically tumbled out, grabbing a tree trunk by the roadside and retching. Yan Sen and Feng Baobao, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, getting out of the car with their bags on their backs.

Deng Youcai stopped the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and walked around from the driver's side to the passenger side.

In the passenger seat, Deng Youfu was fast asleep with his head tilted to one side, a trace of drool still clinging to the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had been thoroughly exhausted by Grandpa Liu yesterday and hadn't recovered yet.

"Wake up! We've arrived!" Deng Youcai didn't hold back and flicked his forehead with a crisp sound, landing squarely on his older brother's head.

"Snapped!"

The skin visibly turned red.

"Wang Defa!" Deng Youfu jumped up from his seat like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, rubbing his forehead sleepily. "My bro, what are you doing? I killed you, you believe me?"

"Screw you, screw you." Deng Youcai rolled his eyes, looking utterly exasperated. "We're here, stand up straight and show us the way! Stop showing off your foreign language skills, don't you even know where you are? There's no oil here for you to rip off? What are you trying to prove?"

Deng Youfu rubbed his forehead, took in his surroundings and Yan Sen and the others, and then realized what was happening. He straightened his wrinkled suit, cleared his throat, and tried to regain the elite demeanor he had lost along the way.

"Hmph, vulgar, I can't be bothered to talk to you."

Deng Youfu pushed up his glasses, ignored his younger brother's eye roll, and turned to Yan Sen and the other two, making an extremely gentlemanly "please" gesture.

"Sorry for waiting. Mr. Four, Mr. Yan, Miss Baby, this way."

Yan Sen stumbled.

Xu Si had just managed to suppress the acid in his stomach when he heard this address and almost vomited it up again.

"Mr. Four? Miss Baby? Who the hell is this?" Xu Si pointed to his nose, looking incredulous.

"You and Sister Baobao, um, probably." Yan Sen's lips twitched wildly as he patted Xu Si's shoulder, barely suppressing his laughter.

Although Yan Sen also found Deng Youfu's broken Northeastern English a bit unbearable, on the bright side, at least he was Mr. Yan, not some Mr. Tree or Mr. Wood or anything like that.

Feng Baobao didn't seem to react to the new nickname, or rather, she didn't understand it at all. Carrying her huge hiking backpack, she followed behind Deng Youfu expressionlessly.

The group walked up the mountain along the forest path.

"Don't mind him, this guy's been obsessed ever since he watched a few foreign movies." Deng Youcai, walking at the back, whispered to Yan Sen, "Not only does he spout foreign nonsense himself, but he's also led Huang Sange and Qingfang Ergu astray. Now, whenever we talk about anything in the gang, it sounds like we're having a meeting with the United Nations."

Yan Sen couldn't help but laugh.

These two Deng brothers really do have their own unique characteristics.

As they ventured deeper into the forest, the surrounding noise gradually faded away. The trees here were much taller than before, ancient trees reaching for the sky, blocking out the sun. A faint, musty smell, like that of moldy books, filled the air, a stark contrast to the wild, untamed atmosphere of the forest they had encountered earlier.

The smile in Yan Sen's eyes gradually faded.

He could sense that the "qi" here had changed.

It's no longer that raw, unrestrained vitality, but rather a calm, reserved energy, even carrying a hint of...

"Gloomy," Yan Sen murmured softly.

"Mr. Yan, what did you say?" Deng Youfu, who was walking ahead, stopped and turned around.

"It's nothing." Yan Sen shook his head, his gaze passing through the dense forest to the deep cave that was faintly visible in the distance. "I mean... this place is quite suitable for seclusion and cultivation."

Deng Youfu was taken aback, then showed a surprised expression: "You are so smart! The senior that Grandpa Liu mentioned is indeed a... scholar."

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, stirring up the fallen leaves on the ground.

The dark cave entrance resembled a half-open eye, silently watching the group of uninvited guests.

"We've arrived." Deng Youfu straightened his tie, his expression becoming solemn. "This is the secluded place of that great immortal—the Cold Water Cave."