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

Having received the order to "set up the pot," the group immediately rushed up the mountain like hungry wolves.

They soon arrived at the area where Yan Sen had set up the "ghost wall".

"Huh? That's strange, why does it feel like we're going in circles?" One of the henchmen ran around for a while, only to find that the scene in front of him was still the same few crooked trees, so he stopped.

"Yeah, I feel like the cave is right in front of me, but I just can't seem to get there," another person said, panting.

"Damn it! This place is weird!"

"Zhiguo" frowned; he sensed something was off about the atmosphere here. He pulled a compass from his pocket, and the needle spun wildly as if it were drunk.

"A mere trick!" Zhi Guo sneered, deciding to break the formation using the most direct method.

He said to a burly, bald man next to him, "Ali, forget about all that, just use brute force to clear the way! Break all those trees blocking the way!"

"Alright, set up the pot! I can't wait!"

The bald, burly man named Ali grinned maliciously, took a deep breath, and his muscles bulged, making him appear much larger. He practiced a form of hard, external martial arts, and was least afraid of head-on collisions.

"drink!"

He roared and, like a raging bull, charged headlong into a crooked tree in front of him!

"Snap!"

The tree snapped in two.

The formation was broken by force.

But the moment the formation was broken, the ground beneath Ali's feet trembled violently, and an invisible wave of energy surged up from underground, slamming into his chest.

"puff!"

Ali was struck hard, let out a scream, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, where he immediately lost consciousness.

Even more terrifying, following his scream, several figures dressed in dark blue Taoist robes were rushing toward this place at lightning speed from the distant woods!

They are patrolling disciples from the Celestial Master's Mansion!

"Damn it, we've been discovered! Get out of here!" Zhiguo's expression changed drastically; he hadn't expected the other party to react so quickly.

He glared fiercely in the direction of the cave, knowing that this "deal" was off. Without hesitation, the group abandoned their unconscious subordinate and turned to flee with the rest of their men.

Yan Sen, inside the cave, could see all of this clearly through the [All Things Connected by Qi].

He gave his father an "OK" sign, a sly smile spreading across his face.

Yan Que nodded in satisfaction, patted his son's head, and silently uttered two words.

"Leveraging existing trends".

At the same time, a clear, sharp shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, echoed through the mountains and forests.

"Who dares to cause trouble on my Longhu Mountain?"

Before the words were even finished, three figures descended from the sky like large birds, landing steadily in front of One-Eyed Dragon and the others, forming a triangular formation around them.

The three Taoist priests who arrived were all around 20 years old. The leader looked to be in his forties, while the other two were only around 20.

That pot cursed his bad luck inwardly. He hadn't expected the Celestial Master's Mansion's patrolling disciples to arrive so quickly, and there were three of them at once.

Judging from the fluctuations of Qi on these three people, the middle-aged Taoist in the lead is undoubtedly someone he can handle, but that would leave him no time to deal with the others. The two younger ones, though young, have solid foundations and are clearly elites from the Celestial Master's Mansion. Taking down his subordinates would be no problem at all.

"Reverends, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!" Zhi Guo immediately put on a smiling face and cupped his hands to the leading Taoist priest.

"We came to Yingtan for tourism. We saw that the scenery on the back mountain was beautiful, so we wanted to come in and take a look, but we got lost. This brother accidentally tripped and fell, disturbing the Taoist priests. We are really sorry."

His words were perfectly watertight, completely absolving himself of any wrongdoing.

The middle-aged Taoist priest in the lead glanced at the bald, burly man on the ground, foaming at the mouth and unconscious, then looked at the broken tree and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Lost? Lost and you managed to knock down a tree as thick as a bowl? Are you an ox, brother?"

A round-faced Taoist priest behind him chimed in, "Senior brother, don't waste your breath on them. These guys are obviously no good; you can smell them from two miles away. They're definitely thieves!"

"Masters, it really isn't like that!" the one-eyed man hurriedly protested. "We're just ordinary tourists..."

"Ordinary tourist?" The middle-aged Taoist's eyes suddenly sharpened. He pointed at the one-eyed man's blind eye. "I see that your eye sockets are filled with malevolent energy, the whites of your eyes are cloudy, and your body is covered with rust marks from years of tomb raiding. You must be from the black market down the mountain."

One-Eyed Dragon's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected the young Taoist priest to have such a sharp eye, seeing through his true nature at a glance.

Zhi Guo's face also darkened completely. He knew that this matter was unlikely to end well. He exchanged a glance with One-Eyed Dragon, preparing to take action.

"Since the Taoist priest has seen through us, then we have nothing more to say." The smile on Zhiguo's face disappeared, replaced by a sinister look.

"We're only after money and don't want to make enemies with the Celestial Master's Mansion. Could you please do us a favor and let us leave? Let's pretend this never happened?"

"How arrogant you laymen are!" Before the middle-aged Taoist could speak, another square-faced Taoist behind him roared, "A bunch of you sneaked into my Longhu Mountain, and you think you can leave unscathed? Do you think our Celestial Master's Mansion is a marketplace?!"

"You're asking for death!" Zhi Guo's eyes flashed with ferocity. Although he didn't want to cause trouble, it didn't mean he was afraid of it. He let out a strange cry, rubbed his hands together, and his fingernails instantly turned black and shiny, like poisoned claws, and grabbed at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Clang!"

A burst of golden light appeared, and the sound of metal clashing echoed through the forest.

The poisonous claws gripped the middle-aged Taoist's Golden Light Spell, and the two instantly engaged in a fierce battle.

"Junior brother, be careful, they are some tomb raiders!" The middle-aged Taoist priest recognized their style and warned them.

On the other side, the one-eyed man also started fighting with the round-faced Taoist priest. The one-eyed man took out a strangely shaped curved knife from his waist, and his knife skills were bizarre, with every move targeting the opponent's lower body, which was extremely insidious.

In an instant, golden light shimmered in this small mountain forest, poisonous winds howled, sand and stones flew everywhere, and trees suffered.

Yan Sen, inside the cave, watched with great interest. This was the first time he had witnessed a genuine battle between supernatural beings since his transmigration, far more exciting than the special effects in movies.

"Dad, look at that older one, his golden light is really cool." Yan Sen pointed to the middle-aged Taoist priest in the arena and whispered.

"All show and no substance." Yan Que curled his lip, looking disdainful. "His golden light is genuine, but unfortunately, his control is lacking. His golden light transformation looks impressive, but his control is far from perfect. He wastes all his energy on forcibly deforming the golden light, so it doesn't have much power when it actually hits that Poison Claw's body. It's okay to deal with this kind of second-rate stuff, but if he encounters a real master, he'll be dismembered within a few moves."

He then pointed to the pot: "This poisoner is quite skilled. His poison techniques have penetrated to his very bones; every move he makes carries a deadly poisonous aura. Unfortunately, he's too impatient, only thinking about using poison to hurt people, leaving too many openings."

Yan Que, like a highly professional commentator, analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of the players on the field with great clarity and insight. Yan Sen, listening from the sidelines, nodded repeatedly, finding it quite informative.

The battle on the field quickly escalated to a fever pitch.

Although the two young Taoist priests were young, they had cultivated on Mount Longhu for many years, so their Qi was pure and their foundation was solid. In addition, the two cooperated well and for a time they were evenly matched with the one-eyed dragon and his group.

Zhi Guo grew increasingly alarmed. He had intended to finish the fight quickly, but he hadn't expected it to be so difficult.

This is, after all, Longhu Mountain's territory; the longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for them.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. He suddenly feinted, forcing the middle-aged Taoist priest back. Then he pulled out a black porcelain bottle from his pocket and smashed it on the ground!

"Bang!"

The porcelain bottle shattered, and a plume of yellow smoke instantly billowed out.

"Watch out! It's poisonous smoke! Hold your breath!" The middle-aged Taoist priest was shocked and immediately pulled his two junior brothers back.

Taking advantage of the moment when the three retreated, Zhiguo and One-Eyed Dragon turned around and tried to run away.

"Trying to run? Too late!"

Just then, a lazy voice suddenly came from the tree above them.

When Zhiguo and Duyanlong looked up, they saw a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, with messy hair and a disheveled appearance.

When did this person appear here?

Zhiguo and the one-eyed dragon's hearts sank to the bottom.

"This Taoist priest..." Zhi Guo was about to say something.

"Don't even mention calling me Taoist Master, you're not leaving today no matter what you call me." The middle-aged Taoist waved his hand, looking sleepily at the group below. "You lot have some nerve, coming here to fight and disturbing my sleep, don't you know that?"

The three Taoist priests who had been there earlier all showed a complex expression of both respect and fear when they saw this person.

"Uncle-Master Yi..." The three bowed respectfully.

"Alright, alright, it's late at night, no need for formalities in the woods," Liang Youyi waved his hand and jumped down from the tree, his movements as light as a feather.

He walked up to the pot stand, tilted his head, and looked it over a few times.

"You're their leader, right? You smell really bad." Liang Youyi pinched his nose, looking disgusted.

Zhi Guo felt like he was being stared at by a fierce tiger, and the hairs on his body stood on end. The pressure from this seemingly slovenly Taoist priest was greater than that from encountering a zombie in a tomb!

"run!"

This was the only thought in Zhiguo's mind. Without a second thought, he unleashed his full power of poison, transforming into a black shadow as he fled desperately down the mountain.

Liang Youyi chuckled lightly. He didn't even chase after him. He simply stretched out two fingers and pointed them at the back of the person holding the pot.

"puff!"

A black bolt of lightning, like an earthworm, struck with pinpoint accuracy behind the pot's knee and then disappeared inside.

"ah--!"

Zhiguo's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. He had no strength left in his legs.

The remaining one-eyed man and his other henchman were so terrified that they lost all will to resist and immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Please spare me, Daoist Master! Please spare me, Daoist Master!"

Yan Sen, who was inside the cave, was also dumbfounded.

"Father... what kind of technique was that? It's amazing!"

Yan Que's expression also turned solemn. He looked at Liang Youyi below and slowly uttered four words: "Yin Lei Shui Zang".

"Wasn't it said that Jiang Gongyang Lei was the strongest?"

"Yang lightning is powerful and unparalleled, while Yin lightning is thick, turbid, strange, and unpredictable. There is no difference in their strengths; this is the fundamental law of the Celestial Master's Mansion." Yan Que's eyes also showed a hint of shock. "Ordinary disciples of the Zhengyi lineage practice the Golden Light Mantra, and only disciples of the Celestial Master are taught lightning techniques. This person should be a disciple of the old Celestial Master."

The rest is simple.

Liang Youyi glanced disdainfully at the one-eyed man kneeling on the ground, and waved his hand as if shooing away flies: "These trash are yours to handle. Don't let them get away."

After saying that, he swayed and walked back the way he came, as if he had just gone out for a walk.

The three men respectfully replied "Yes," and then took out specially made chains to tie up Zhiguo, One-Eyed Dragon, and the others.

"Senior brother, what should we do with these people? Should we interrogate them about their purpose in coming to the back mountain?" the round-faced Taoist asked.

The middle-aged Taoist priest glanced in the direction of the cave, where there was no trace of life, so quiet it was as if nothing existed. He pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"No need. Since Uncle Yi has taken action, it already shows the attitude of the mountain. Let's find an empty house to lock them up first, and contact the company to pick them up tomorrow morning." The middle-aged Taoist knew that there must be other secrets in the back mountain, but since Uncle Yi had not revealed them, it was not their business.

Soon, the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion escorted the prisoner away.

The back mountain returned to tranquility.

Yan Que and his son peeked out of the cave and finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that everyone had gone far away.

"Father, was that the person you mentioned 'Power' just now?" Yan Sen asked, still shaken.

"That's right." Yan Que nodded, a smile appearing on his face. "In Longhu Mountain, the greatest 'power' is the Old Celestial Master and his disciples and their followers. We don't need to do anything; we just need to lead the trouble to them, and they will naturally help us solve it."

"Alright, the flies are gone, no one's bothering us now." Yan Que took out a herb that he had picked on his way up the mountain, which had a strong earthy smell, from his backpack and handed it to Yan Sen.

"Eat it." Yan Que's expression turned serious again. "Using the rare 'Four Elements' of Longhu Mountain, we will begin refining the 'Spleen Earth.' Son, remember, the process will be painful, but as long as you endure it, the benefits you gain will exceed your imagination."

Yan Sen looked at the unremarkable, even somewhat ugly, herb. Without hesitation, he gritted his teeth, stuffed the entire herb into his mouth, chewed it vigorously, and then swallowed it down with his saliva.