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

Longhu Mountain, Tian Jinzhong's small courtyard.

When Rongshan found Yansen, the boy was squatting by the vegetable garden in the yard, intently studying a cabbage that had just sprouted.

Rongshan is the ninth disciple of the Old Celestial Master. He is honest and kind, and usually has a good relationship with Yansen.

"Xiao Yan, what are you looking at?" Rong Shan walked over and asked curiously.

"Look how well this cabbage is growing." Without turning his head, Yan Sen stretched out his finger and gently touched the tender leaves of the cabbage.

A faint, vibrant green aura flowed from his fingertips. The cabbage leaves visibly unfurled, their color deepening to a more emerald green.

Rongshan watched with amazement: "With your amazing skills, if you went down the mountain to farm, you would definitely become a vegetable tycoon in less than three years."

"No way." Yan Sen pouted and stood up. "My goal is the stars and the sea. Farming is so boring."

"Alright, stop joking." Rong Shan's smile faded, and his expression turned serious. "Master sent me to find you. He said it's urgent. You'd better pack your things and come down the mountain with me."

"Down the mountain?" Yan Sen's eyes lit up immediately. "Where to? What for?"

"Going to Yanjing will connect you to headquarters from anywhere. My master didn't say the specifics, only that it was a good thing."

"Yanjing!" Yan Sen was so happy he almost jumped for joy.

"Great! We can finally go down the mountain! I'm so tired of being up here!"

He had been in Longhu Mountain for six years. Except for the initial novelty when he first arrived, in the following years, he spent his days either cultivating, bullying Zhang Lingyu, or chatting with Tian Jinzhong. He had long since grown tired of it.

He dreamed of going down the mountain to see the outside world, to eat the delicious food down there, and to stroll through the bustling city.

"Does the great-grandfather know?" Yan Sen asked.

"Master has already sent someone to talk to Uncle Tian, ​​so don't worry," Rong Shan urged. "Hurry up and pack your things; we need to catch the train."

"Okay!"

Yan Sen responded and ran off to his room.

He didn't have much to pack, just a few slightly worn Taoist robes and that precious Qi-gathering bowl. He haphazardly stuffed these things into a medium-sized canvas bag, and then dragged a dusty wooden box out from under the bed.

Inside the wooden box was a ruler.

The ruler was neither metal nor wood; it was entirely black, and engraved with incomprehensible stars and runes. It was the Tianpeng Ruler, a magical artifact passed down from his father, Yan Que, to the lineage of geomancers.

He carefully put the ruler close to his body before slinging his canvas bag over his shoulder and running out.

"Master, I'm all better now, let's go!"

Rongshan shook his head helplessly at his impatient look.

The two said goodbye to Tian Jinzhong, who repeatedly told Yan Sen to be careful down the mountain and not to cause trouble, and then gave him a large amount of pocket money.

Yan Sen patted his chest and promised that he would be a good boy before following Rong Shan down the mountain, amidst Tian Jinzhong's somewhat reluctant gaze.

On the way down the mountain, Yan Sen was like a bird just released from its cage, finding everything new and exciting.

"Master Rongshan, look at that cloud, doesn't it look like a giant roast chicken?"

"Master Rongshan, are we like scholars in ancient times, going to the capital to take the imperial examination?"

Rongshan was driven crazy by his nagging, so he could only keep a straight face and keep instilling the rules of the company and the world of supernatural beings in him.

"Yan, I'll emphasize this to you again. Once we're down the mountain, you're not allowed to lay a hand on ordinary people, you're not allowed to display your special abilities in front of others, you're not allowed to..."

"I know, I know, don't worry, it's perfectly fine." Yan Sen replied verbally, but in his heart he didn't take it seriously at all.

Rules? Rules are rigid, but people are flexible. Yan Que taught him from a young age that the martial world is not black and white; it's all about adaptability.

The two traveled a long way, first taking a bus to Yingtan Railway Station, and then boarding a train to Yanjing.

Upon entering the carriage, the familiar, complex smell of instant noodles, sweat, and foot odor made Yan Sen feel instantly at home.

That's it!

He felt like he was back in his childhood, wandering the world with his father.

Rongshan bought him a sleeper berth, but he couldn't sleep at all. He would lie by the window, watching the scenery rushing past outside, his heart filled with anticipation for the future.

"Master, tell me, what exactly is going on this time? It's all so mysterious," Yan Sen asked curiously.

"I don't know either." Rongshan shook his head. "We just need to follow Master's orders and not ask questions we shouldn't ask."

"Tch, boring." Yan Sen curled his lip.

He lay on the narrow bunk, tossing and turning. He closed his eyes and began to silently circulate the "Shaking Dragon Scripture".

In these six years, his strength has been vastly different from what it was before. The Qi within his body is more than ten times stronger than it was six years ago. He can now use the Qi of the Spleen Earth element with ease, and he has also begun to grasp the basics of the Qi of the Liver Wood element.

He even had a feeling that this trip down the mountain would be a major turning point in his life.

The train chugged along the tracks, carrying the boy who pretended to know nothing about the future, heading north towards the center of that turbulent vortex.

After a day and a night of bumpy travel, the train finally arrived at Yanjing West Station.

As soon as I stepped out of the station, a completely different atmosphere from Longhu Mountain hit me.

It's not the fresh scent of grass and trees in the mountains, nor the fragrance of soil in the countryside, but a kind of urban atmosphere that is noisy, bustling, and yet somewhat oppressive, made up of steel, cement, car exhaust, and the "vitality" of countless people.

Yan Sen took a deep breath, feeling as if his lungs were filled with dust.

"Cough cough... The air here is still so bad." He frowned, looking disgusted.

Rong Shan didn't say anything, assuming that Yan Sen had been there before. He pulled Yan Sen along, and they walked through the crowded streets and soon left the station.

Outside the station, a black Hongqi sedan was already waiting quietly.

A man in a black suit and sunglasses stood next to the car, looking like a bodyguard from a movie.

Upon seeing Rongshan, the man immediately approached and respectfully said, "Master Rongshan, you've had a long journey. Chairman Zhao sent me to pick you and this young Taoist priest up."

"Thank you for your trouble." Rongshan nodded.

Yan Sen curiously examined the gleaming black sedan. He hadn't seen one like this in ages. Before they came to Longhu Mountain, Yan Que had led him around aimlessly, literally walking every step of the way. If they were lucky, the father and son could hitch a ride on a local villager's donkey cart. Since they transmigrated here, this was the first time they had ever ridden in a sedan.

"Master, what's this iron box for? Can you eat it?" Yan Sen knocked on the car window and asked with a 'naive' look.

The driver and Rong Shan both twitched at the corners of their mouths.

Rong Shan coughed awkwardly, opened the car door, and shoved Yan Sen inside: "Yan, stop fooling around. This is a car, for transportation."

Yan Sen sat on the soft leather chair, feeling as if his bottom was cushioned with cotton, more comfortable than any bed he had ever slept on here.

"Tsk tsk, people down the mountain really know how to enjoy life." He touched this and looked at that, behaving like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden for the first time.

The car started smoothly and merged into the congested traffic in Yanjing.

Outside the window, tall buildings stand tall, traffic flows, and neon lights flash, creating a bustling scene.

Yan Sen pressed his face against the car window, his eyes dazzled by the sight. This was his first time in this city as an alien.

He observed the city using the "All Things Connected by Qi". In his eyes, the entire city of Yanjing was like a huge and complex "game".

Countless "energy channels" formed by elevated bridges, subways, and cables crisscross the surface and underground. Every high-rise building and every landmark building is a huge "energy center," absorbing, transforming, and releasing enormous amounts of energy.

Especially along the central axis in the city center, from the Forbidden City to the Temple of Heaven, an invisible, purple-gold imperial dragon aura rises into the sky, suppressing the fortune of the entire city.

"Good heavens, the feng shui of this place is truly domineering," Yan Sen thought to himself, clicking his tongue in amazement.

The car drove for more than an hour before stopping in front of a grand office building.

"We've arrived," Rongshan said.

Yan Sen looked up at the signboard and couldn't help but complain, "All-in-one? Who came up with this name? It's so corny. It sounds like the same kind of shop as 'Wang Ergou's General Store' at the entrance of my hometown village."

The driver in the front seat nearly snapped the steering wheel off his seat. This little brat really dares to say anything!

After passing through multiple security checks, the three entered the building.

On the surface, it was just an ordinary state-owned enterprise building, with clerks coming and going, but this did not escape Yan Sen's eyes.

The building itself was shrouded in a huge Qi formation, airtight, like an iron barrel.

The elevator goes directly to the top floor.

At the end of the corridor stood a heavy alloy door, with two bodyguards in black exuding a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

Yan Sen swallowed hard, feeling a little uneasy.

This sense of oppression feels like the feeling of being called to the teacher's office for not doing homework back in the day, only to find my father and mother already inside, having been complained about by the teacher for quite some time.

"Please." The man in black verified his identity and pushed open the door.

Behind the door was a huge circular conference room.

Under the soft light, a dozen spotlights, as tangible as physical searchlights, shone down on them.

Yan Sen felt like a lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves, his hair standing on end.

He immediately spotted Zhao Fangxu, the bespectacled, chubby man with a smile like that of Maitreya Buddha, sitting in the main seat.

Sitting next to me was an old man in a suit with a "I'm watching this show" expression on his face.

Beside Zhao Fangxu, his own grandmaster, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, was dozing off with his eyes closed, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

But the atmosphere in the room was so oppressive because of the presence of these people that it was hard to breathe.