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

What Yan Sen found somewhat regrettable was that, in the end, the young master of the Wang family failed to stand up.

His so-called "back and forth" made Wang Jian feel like a spineless dead dog, and he was carried away by several Wang family disciples with livid faces.

No one even dared to turn around and say anything harsh, after all, anyone who wasn't blind could see the power of that punch—this was not a contest between two equally matched opponents.

"The ground crew, Yan Sensheng."

Liang Youyi stood on the sidelines, barely suppressing the urge to yawn, and announced the result listlessly. All he wanted now was to get off work as soon as possible; the blazing sun was making his scalp tingle, and he still had to wash his master's tea set when he got home. This life was truly unbearable.

The crowd who had been waiting to see the joke were now like ducks with their necks being choked, unable to utter a sound.

Only Yan Sen acted as if nothing had happened. He didn't go back to the big tree to cool off. Instead, he dusted off his hands and walked straight to the stands.

He stopped a few steps away from the stands and bowed deeply to Wang Ai, who was sitting in a grand chair with a face so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

"Old Master Wang, I am truly sorry. I acted rashly and lost my temper, causing your grandson to suffer. I hope you can forgive me."

Yan Sen spoke sincerely, and his expression was full of "guilt," as if he wasn't the one who had punched the great-grandson, sending him flying more than ten meters away, and then mocked him for being useless.

The cane in Wang Ai's hand was creaking as he gripped it.

He looked at the boy in the audience who was smiling innocently, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

This isn't a sincere apology at all; it's like someone defecating on his neck and then turning around to ask him for toilet paper after they're done!

You little brat, you're something else!

First, he used drastic measures to cripple Wang Jian, shattering the reputation of my Wang family. Then, he publicly bowed deeply to apologize to his elder.

What's this called? This is called retreating to advance, stirring up trouble!

He was provoked into a bet and won, but he still kept his promise and apologized to himself, so that others would have nothing to say.

If I get angry now, it would be bullying the weak, showing narrow-mindedness, and arguing with a junior.

Wang Ai took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging anger in her chest. Her fat face twitched twice, and she forced out a smile that looked worse than crying.

"Hehe... It's alright, it's alright."

Wang Ai's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying a sinister chill. "Young people are bound to make mistakes in sparring. Since it's a competition, bumps and scrapes are inevitable. Just be more careful next time. It's only because it's me; if it were someone else, I wouldn't be so lenient. Young friend Yan, you'd better be more careful in your future endeavors."

"Grandpa Wang is so magnanimous! I have learned a great deal!"

Wang Ai's words were also barbed, but Yan Sen seemed not to understand. He clasped his hands in a fist again, speaking in an even louder voice, as if he wanted the whole audience to hear the "magnanimity" of the Wang family head.

Looking into Yan Sen's clear yet cunning eyes, Wang Ai felt a surge of hatred.

This brat is clearly telling him: I did it on purpose, whether it was arguing with you or crippling Wang Jian, it was all intentional. But I've done my job to save face, so you'll have to swallow this insult because of your status!

good very good.

Wang Ai narrowed her eyes, a cold, venomous glint flashing in them.

The green hills remain unchanged, and the clear waters flow on. Kid, as long as you're still in this circle, we'll have plenty of opportunities to play around.

Yan Sen seemed oblivious to the coldness in Wang Ai's eyes, and turned around with a cheerful air, looking quite dashing.

On the other side of the stands.

Watching the "confrontation" between the old man and the young man, Tian Jinzhong laughed so hard his shoulders shook, and one of his empty sleeves swayed in the wind.

"Senior brother, tell your junior brother the truth." Tian Jinzhong turned to the side and lowered his voice to Zhang Zhiwei, "This little Yan Sen, is he really not your illegitimate child outside... cough, is he really not your descendant? I think he's becoming more and more like you now, with that shamelessness, he's practically a carbon copy of you."

Zhang Zhiwei was holding a teacup when he heard this, his hand trembled, and a few drops of tea spilled out.

"However..." Tian Jinzhong changed the subject, a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, "He's not as arrogant as you were when you were young. Back when you were young, wow, you really didn't respect anyone else. Only Master could keep you in check. This kid, what he did just now was more like that big-eared thief Huaiyi, knowing how to be humble and subservient, but actually harboring evil intentions."

Zhang Zhiwei put down his teacup and glanced at Tian Jinzhong indifferently.

"Jinzhong," the old master said in a low voice, "I think you've been living too comfortably lately, and you're itching for a beating, aren't you? If you say another word, I'll have to spar with you."

"Speaking of which, you were previously troubled by your inner conflict, and your cultivation regressed instead of progressing. Now that this little rascal has resolved your inner conflict, you look quite well. How about it, want your brother to give you a try?"

"No, no, no! Senior brother, you can't do that!" Tian Jinzhong waved his hands repeatedly, shaking his one arm like a rattle drum. "I'm missing an arm, and I'm getting on in years. How can I take your abuse? If you want to train, go find Old Lu! He's tough! He can take a beating better than me!"

"Me? What happened to me?" Lu Jin, who was happily watching the show, had no idea how the topic had dragged him into it. He looked completely bewildered, pointing at himself, "Old Tian, ​​how did you become so unethical? Are you trying to shift the blame here too? You've really become corrupted by your surroundings!"

"Old Lu," Zhang Zhiwei suddenly looked at Lu Jin with a beaming smile, his old face turning into a wide grin, "then tell me, who is Mo on Longhu Mountain?"

Ah, this...

Lu Jin scratched his head, his eyes darting around, his brain racing.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on Yan Sen, who had just walked back to the sidelines.

"Uh... I... this one..." Lu Jin's eyes lit up, and he pointed with his large hand, "Of course it's this kid! This kid has a cunning look on his face and is full of bad ideas, it must be Mo! Hahahaha..."

Lu Jin used a hearty laugh to cover up his guilt and embarrassment.

He silently apologized to Yan Sen in his heart: Kid, don't blame me for not taking the blame for you. At worst, I'll give you two catties of good tea later. Consider it a small favor I owe you!

"Hmph, using a child as a shield, aren't you ashamed?" Zhang Zhiwei snorted, thus letting go of these two clowns who were nearly two hundred years old combined.

He turned his head and gave Liang Youyi, who was in the center of the arena, a barely perceptible nod.

Liang Youyi immediately understood.

He walked to the center of the training ground, cleared his throat, and shouted, "Anyone else who wants to spar with Yan Sen? Raise your hand!"

The audience was deathly silent.

The crowd looked at each other, and no one dared to move.

Just kidding?

The Wang family's Divine Technique is a renowned skill in the world of supernatural beings, and it is in no way inferior to the Lü family's Ruyi Jin Minghun Technique.

He was eliminated before he could even finish drawing a picture.

When Wang Jian was carried away on a stretcher, half of his body was limp, and it looked painful.

Yes, everyone wants to rise to fame by stepping on the connections of the Celestial Master's Mansion, but the prerequisite is that he has to be a useless person with connections.

Nobody's itching for a beating, so they just have to go up and fight.

Yan Sen stood on the sidelines, listening to Liang Youyi's shouts, looking utterly dejected.

He sidled up to Liang Youyi and complained in a low voice, "Master Youyi, isn't this against the rules? Everyone else only has one match, why do I have to go through rounds of matches? Even the donkeys in the production team aren't used like this!"

"How would I know?" Liang Youyi rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Go ask my master, he arranged it. Besides, do you think I want to stand here in the blazing sun? I'd like to go to the shade to cool off too!"

Yan Sen was speechless.

Well, it's that old man's weird sense of humor again.

"I'll ask again, is there anyone else who wants to spar? If so, raise your hand!" Liang Youyi shouted again, his piercing gaze sweeping across the entire arena.

Those whose eyes met his all lowered their heads or hid their hands behind their backs, whether they had raised their hands or not, for fear of being called out.

Just when Yan Sen thought the matter was about to fall through and was preparing to pack up and go back to sleep...

"I'll do it."

A clear voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Behind the crowd, a white, glowing hand was raised firmly.

Yan Sen followed the hand's gaze and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Lu Lin.

The young man, dressed in that black tracksuit, stood in the crowd like a tall, straight poplar tree.

He walked forward step by step, facing everyone's gaze, his expression calm, but his eyes revealing a stubbornness.

"Didn't you already have a match? Why are you getting involved?" Yan Sen said lazily, hands behind his back, tilting his head. "Brother Lin, with our relationship, there's no need for us to meet on stage, right? We can just have a private match later, can't we?"

Lu Lin walked to the sidelines and stopped.

He looked at Yan Sen with a serious expression, bowed slightly to Yan Sen, and performed a standard greeting between peers.

"Brother Yan, you are mistaken. Didn't you just have a match yourself?"

Lu Lin straightened up, her eyes clear: "So, it's only fair to fight now. But strictly speaking, I finished much earlier than you, so I still got the better end of the fight."

He paused slightly, his tone tinged with embarrassment: "I can only ask Brother Yan to forgive me for taking advantage of your vulnerability. After all... Brother Yan's punch was truly astounding. I was so eager to try it that I couldn't resist. I beg Brother Yan to grant my request and offer your guidance."

Yan Sen was amused.

Every single member of the Lu family is truly "upright".

It's kind of cute, but also a bit frustrating.

If it were anyone else, Yan Sen would have ignored these words, but Lu Lin was different; he genuinely felt that he had taken advantage of Yan Sen.

"Okay." Yan Sen nodded, putting away his nonchalant attitude.

They've already put it this way; if you refuse again, it would be disrespectful.

"Brother Lin, since you've said that, what can I say? Wouldn't it make me seem petty?" Yan Sen stretched his neck and stepped into the arena. "Then come on, let me see what Brother Lin is capable of."

The two stood facing each other.

One is a scion of a prestigious family, the other a wandering swordsman from humble beginnings.

Under the pull of the air, the air in the field seemed to become viscous.

"Wait!"

Just as the two were about to make their move, Lu Jin suddenly stood up from the stands.

He walked to the railing, looked down at Yan Sen, and a somewhat complicated expression appeared on his face.

"You two, you can fight if you want, but stop when you've made your point and don't ruin the harmony."

Lu Jin paused, his gaze fixed on Yan Sen, his tone carrying a hint of warning, yet also a touch of embarrassment: "Especially Yan, your Celestial Master's Mansion has a history of such behavior! You brat, stay away from San Dan! Do you hear me? Otherwise, this old man might not care about his status and will get angry with you!"

Yan Sen was taken aback. What was wrong with this old man?

When did he ever lay a hand on San Dan? Is that a place where you should fight during a sparring match?

Upper Dantian—Niwan Palace.

The middle dantian—the Tanzhong acupoint, also known as the Jianggong.

The lower dantian—Qihai acupoint, also known as Guanyuan.

These three points are not only the Achilles' heel of ordinary people, but even more important for those who practice Qi cultivation. Therefore, unless it is a life-or-death struggle, these three points will not be easily attacked.

"Hehehehe...hahahaha..." Lu Ci, who had been silent all along, suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter full of teasing, leaving everyone puzzled.

Lu Lin: ?

Yan Sen: ?

Wait, what's going on?