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

Tianjin, the headquarters of NaDuTong Express North China Branch, Xu San's office.

Xu San pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, crossed his hands on the table, and looked at the college student sitting opposite him with his legs crossed high and his face full of "resistance".

"Zhang Chulan, I still hope you can seriously consider joining us." Xu San's expression and voice were very sincere.

"Maintain the balance between superhumans and normal society! Help superhumans like you who are in trouble! Stop superhumans who are a threat to society, like a hero!"

"Our work is more than just a job; it concerns social stability and the order of the supernatural world. What a meaningful cause it is!"

Zhang Chulan picked at his ear, flicked away the unidentified object from under his fingernail, and slumped back, completely unladylike, nestled in the large leather chair.

"Mr. Xu, your promise is far too grand. I've only been an adult for a short time, and I have a small appetite and am prone to indigestion. I really can't take it," Zhang Chulan said, pursing his lips with an undisguised slickness and perfunctory tone.

"Social stability, the order of the supernatural—these are things for you big shots to worry about. What do they have to do with a college student like me who hasn't even graduated yet?"

"What?! You just rejected it without even considering it? Don't you have even the slightest ideal of wanting to do something for this world?"

Xu San looked at Zhang Chulan in front of him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He had almost mistaken Zhang Chulan for Xu Si just now.

"Absolutely not. My ideal job is very simple, just eight words: work less, get more, and reap without sowing. Ideally, I would get paid on time every month, with all the social insurance and housing fund benefits. My job would involve sitting in an office, drinking tea, reading the newspaper, leaving on time, and occasionally slacking off. That's my ideal job."

"What's wrong with young people these days?"

Xu San's brows furrowed, and he even began to wonder if there was something wrong with his wording. That shouldn't be the case; this same approach had worked very well when he held meetings with his subordinates before...

"Shouldn't you, at your age, be full of energy and have a passion to fight for your ideals?"

"Ideals can't put food on the table." Zhang Chulan rolled his eyes. "Besides, your so-called 'concern for social stability and the order of the supernatural world' basically means I have to deal with those monsters and demons."

"Do you really think I'm stupid? Putting aside the distant past, just look at those Quanxing members last night. Which one of them is easy to deal with? I saw it all. Flying over rooftops and scaling walls is nothing to them. Just think about it, this job is absolutely dangerous."

"Indeed, I don't want to hide it from you, the work at the company does have a certain degree of danger, but we will also provide correspondingly generous compensation."

Xu San tried to escalate the offer, saying, "We'll pay the highest level of social insurance and housing fund contributions, plus generous allowances for fieldwork, and the year-end bonus will definitely exceed your expectations. As long as you're hardworking and reliable, I can't guarantee much more, but at least buying a house and a car outright won't be a problem."

"With housing prices so high and still rising, buying a house outright is now a dream for many!"

"No way." Zhang Chulan waved his hand, shaking his head like a rattle-drum. "If you're dead, everything's for nothing. No matter how much money you give me, I need to be alive to spend it. There's no room for discussion. I'm not doing it."

Xu San took a deep breath, feeling a throbbing sensation in his temples.

This kid is like a piece of meat that won't budge, completely impervious to reason.

Just as Xu San was considering whether to change his approach and continue persuading her.

"Bang!"

The solid wood door to the office was kicked open, and the door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.

Xu Si swaggered in, wearing his signature floral shirt with the collar open and an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Fourth brother! Don't you know how to knock before entering?" Xu San scolded, frowning. He was just looking for an outlet for his frustration.

"Get lost, get lost, what are you knocking for? I could hear you babbling on and on outside, don't take it out on me."

Xu Si rolled his eyes, walked straight to Zhang Chulan's side, and unceremoniously put his arm around his shoulder. "I told you, you're such a repressed pervert, you can't do anything right. Just because of what you said, I wouldn't have paid any attention to you either."

"You...I...tsk..." A swastika appeared on Xu San's forehead. He was speechless for a moment after being confronted by Xu Si's two sentences.

When Xu Si put his arm around Zhang Chulan, his body stiffened instinctively for a moment, but he quickly masked it and put on his harmless expression again.

"Alright, Chu Lan, don't pay any attention to this guy. His ideals and dedication are all so impractical."

Xu Si took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a cloud of grayish-white smoke. His gaze, through the smoke, fixed on Zhang Chulan. "Brother has something practical to tell you. Do you want to hear it?"

Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm on the surface: "Fourth Brother, I don't want to hear anything. Nothing practical can move me. What I just said came from the bottom of my heart."

"From the bottom of your heart? Give me a break!" Xu Si scoffed and patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder.

"If you were really determined to refuse, you would have run away to pee while Xu San was spouting that nonsense. Would you have sat here obediently listening to him ramble on for so long?"

Xu Si leaned closer and lowered his voice: "You're not entirely unwilling, but you're hesitant, aren't you?"

Zhang Chulan's smile faded slightly.

He didn't immediately refute, but sat up a little straighter, still maintaining that nonchalant attitude.

"What did Fourth Brother say? I don't understand." Zhang Chulan deliberately raised his voice, feigning displeasure, while glancing at Xu Si. "It's your freedom to say whatever you want, I can't stop you, but whatever you say, I won't agree, and that's final. Don't think I'm easy to fool just because I'm a student who's never left school!"

"Hahaha!" Xu Si suddenly burst into laughter, reaching out to vigorously ruffle Zhang Chulan's hair. "I love your 'no action without a sure thing' attitude! So genuine! So unpretentious!"

"Don't worry, I didn't mean to fool you today. On the contrary, I admire you quite a bit." Xu Si pulled over a chair and sat down opposite Zhang Chulan, placing his hands on the back of the chair.

"Admire me?" Zhang Chulan scoffed, his tone laced with mockery. "What do I, an ordinary college student, have that deserves the admiration of someone as important as you, Fourth Brother? Do you admire me for having no one to care for me? Or do you admire me for being an orphan?"

Xu Si's smile remained, but his eyes became more profound as he stared intently into Zhang Chulan's eyes, as if he could see something in them.

"Chu Lan, don't underestimate yourself. You still have many strengths~"

Xu Si lowered his voice, his tone full of speculation.

"But what I admire most is your talent for learning and mastering the profound Golden Light Mantra at such a young age, as well as your ability to disguise yourself as an ordinary person without making a sound, and to maintain this facade for a full twelve years."

The office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop after those words were spoken.

Zhang Chulan's smile froze slightly, clearly unable to maintain it any longer.

His hands, which had been casually resting on his knees, were now clenched into fists. A bead of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, slowly sliding down his cheek and dripping onto the back of his hands.

The Golden Light Mantra... does it refer to his golden light?

How much did they actually find out? Did they know anything about Grandpa's situation?

In just a few seconds, Zhang Chulan's brain was racing, countless thoughts flashing through his mind, and he was even calculating the probability of escaping from the office if he suddenly launched an attack.

但他不敢动.

Because he had no idea why Xu Si brought this up at this moment.

"Fourth Brother..." Zhang Chulan swallowed, his voice a little dry, "Golden Light Mantra... does it refer to my golden light? My grandfather taught me this, he just told me to practice it, he didn't say anything else..."

Xu Si looked at Zhang Chulan's forced composure and suddenly laughed.

He stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Look at you, you're sweating buckets. Don't take what I just said to heart."

Zhang Chulan was stunned.

"Actually, those words weren't what I wanted to say. My good buddy told me. How could a decent person like me deliberately say something like that to scare you? It would be so much more satisfying to just let the baby beat you up, then we wouldn't have to waste any more time talking."

Xu Si pointed to the door, "But my buddy wouldn't let me do that. He said, 'With someone as cunning as you, playing tricks won't work. You have to be sincere. Just lay your cards on the table and be frank. That way, we can have a basis for further discussion.'"

"Thinking back, this is exactly how he treated me when I first met him. It really startled me..."

Zhang Chulan frowned, his doubts deepening.

"Friend? Fourth Brother, who is this friend you're talking about?" Zhang Chulan asked cautiously.

"You'll see him soon, the baby went to pick him up." Xu Si glanced at the time. "Judging by the time, they should be back around the same time. Just sit still, and when he gets here, we'll all have a good chat."

The voice just fell.

"Click".

The office door lock clicked softly, and the door was pushed open.

"Wood, hurry up, hurry up!"

Zhang Chulan immediately turned his head to look.

The first person to walk in was a young girl wearing sloppy sportswear and with disheveled hair.

It was that crazy woman, Feng Baobao, who buried him in the cemetery and then called herself his "master" at the school.

Feng Baobao was happily munching on a red dragon fruit, getting it all over her face. As she ate, she walked over to Xu Si and stood next to him, staring intently at Zhang Chulan, which made Zhang Chulan feel uneasy.

"Baby sister, wipe your face clean, it's kind of scary."

As they were talking, a tall and slender figure walked in from behind Feng Baobao.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, dressed casually with his hands in his pockets and a lazy smile on his lips. He exuded a sense of clarity and nonchalance.

However, when Zhang Chulan's gaze met the young man's eyes, his heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

Deep within those dark eyes, a faint cyan-gold light flickered.

The gaze that seemed to see right through his soul made Zhang Chulan feel uneasy. He subconsciously touched his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that he wasn't naked.

"Wood, you've finally arrived." Xu Si stood up, pointed to the young man, and introduced him to Zhang Chulan, "Chulan, let me introduce you. This is Yan Sen, my best friend~ The things I just told you were taught to me by him."

Yan Sen walked to his desk, nodded slightly to Zhang Chulan, and smiled very gently and harmlessly.

"Nice to meet you, Zhang Chulan. I've heard so much about you. I'm Yan Sen. You can call me by my name or call me Woody, like Sister Bao and Fourth Brother do."

"Oh, please don't, please don't~" A bright smile appeared on Zhang Chulan's face. "You should be a few years older than me. It would be disrespectful to call you by your name. So, I'll take the liberty of calling you Brother Yan."

"Hey, what's with all this talk about respect? We're all family, don't stand on ceremony."

Zhang Chulan was about to wave his hand and decline, but before he could speak, Yan Sen took out his phone from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Chulan.

The phone screen was still lit, showing that a call was in progress.

"Chu Lan, do me a favor, answer this phone." Yan Sen looked at Zhang Chu Lan with a smile, "An elderly person wants to say a few words to you."

Zhang Chulan subconsciously glanced down at his phone screen.

The call note on the screen simply reads "Grand Tutor".

Grand Tutor? Who is that?

Zhang Chulan pondered for a moment, then stiffly reached out, took the phone, and held it to his ear.

"Hello? You were looking for me?"

Zhang Chulan's voice trembled without him even realizing it.

On the other end of the phone came an old, deep, yet kind voice.

"Is it... Chu Lan?"

"Oh, it's me. And you are...?"

"In terms of seniority, you should call me Grand Tutor. Come on, call me Grand Tutor and let me hear it."

Zhang Chulan's mind went blank for a moment, and he was completely stunned.

Grand Tutor?!

From what basis is this argument?!

"Grand Tutor...Grand Tutor?"

"Hey! Jinzhong, did you hear that? Huaiyi's grandson is calling me!"

"I heard you, Senior Brother! How mean you are! Aren't you taking advantage of Huaiyi?"

Zhang Chulan listened to the conversation between the two elderly people on the other end of the phone, and was completely bewildered.

No, can someone explain this to me?

This...this is completely nonsensical!

Yan Sen and Xu Si stood aside, looking at Zhang Chulan's bewildered expression, and couldn't help but laugh.

They both enjoy watching this kind of scene.

"Baby, come over here, stay away from those two," Xu San waved to Feng Baobao, "Don't learn bad things from them."

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