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

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting dappled patterns on the carved wooden bed.

Yan Sen was awakened by a warm touch. He opened his eyes groggily, feeling as if his eyelids were weighed down by two pounds of iron.

The old photograph from yesterday and the name "Wugensheng" kept swirling in his mind, keeping him so busy that he could barely manage to doze off for a while until the rooster crowed three times.

"Don't move, just apply it for a bit and it'll be fine." Zhuge Ning held a freshly peeled, hot egg in her hand and gently rolled it over Yan Sen's panda-like dark circles under his eyes. Her eyes were full of heartache, but she was scolding Yan Que beside her, "It's all your fault. The child just got back, and you had to tell him all those old, trivial things. Look how you've made him suffer."

Yan Que squatted by the door brushing his teeth, his mouth full of foam, looking aggrieved: "Wife, this is a bit unreasonable. Is that what I wanted to say? It was my son chasing after me asking me. You saw how he acted. If I didn't tell him, I was afraid he would beat me up."

"You still have the nerve to talk back?" Zhuge Ning raised her eyebrows.

"No, no, no, I was wrong." Yan Que immediately backed down, spat out the mouthwash, and winked at Yan Sen, "Hurry up, son, get ready, I'm taking you to visit someone's house today."

Yan Sen rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "You want to take me on a tour? You clearly just want to use me to show off."

The family of three tidied up quickly, locked the gate to their courtyard, and strolled out of the alley.

The layout of Zhuge Bagua Village follows the "Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams" principle. Yan Sen's courtyard is located in the Dui position, while Zhuge Gong's family is situated near the center of the village, right next to the ancestral hall, which is the most auspicious and prestigious location in the village.

Along the way, Yan Sen has truly broadened his horizons.

As expected of a family of extraordinary individuals with a thousand-year-old lineage, this village is practically a den of extraordinary people.

An old man playing chess by the roadside had a faint flow of energy in the chess pieces he held, which seemed to be for the purpose of cheating.

The rhythm of the old woman washing clothes by the river, even the way she swung her washing mallet, seemed to resonate with the heavenly energy.

Even the baby she was holding, still nursing, had more primordial energy than any child outside.

This is the foundation of a noble family.

Before long, a magnificent Hui-style mansion came into view. The gate was wide open, and Zhuge Gong, along with his wife and children, were already waiting at the door.

"Aunt Ning, Uncle, Brother! Welcome, welcome!" Zhuge Gong was all smiles, his meticulous hairstyle and appropriate casual wear exuding the superiority of a successful person.

"Good morning, son-in-law, aunt, uncle."

Standing next to Zhuge Gong, Zhuge Qing wore a clean suit, her blue hair cascading smoothly down her sides. She squinted, a standard polite smile on her lips, looking as docile as a porcelain doll.

Yan Sen looked at his nephew, who was a year older than him, and clicked his tongue in amazement. Those squinty eyes looked like they were full of wicked schemes, just like his cheap old man.

After exchanging pleasantries, the adults went inside and took their seats. After several rounds of tea, that familiar smell of gunpowder began to fill the air.

Yan Que held his teacup and sighed casually, "Oh dear, Brother Gong, you have no idea how unruly my son has been out there all this time. He has no manners at all. He just got back and he's already talking back to me. Unlike your Qing'er, who is well-educated and reasonable. At such a young age, she has already mastered the three principles of Heaven, Earth, and Man. She will be the pillar of the Zhuge family in the future."

This tactic is called retreating to advance.

Zhuge Gong took the bait as expected, waving his hand modestly, but the smile lines at the corners of his eyes were so thick they could practically trap flies: "Uncle, you flatter me. Qing'er is just talented enough, but she's willing to work hard. She only barely mastered the basics of three games a few days ago, she's still far from good enough. On the other hand, I heard my cousin went to Raojiang with the company for some training? That was quite a big event."

"Hey, what big deal?" Yan Que curled his lip, looking disdainful. "I'm just going to show people the way and help them out. Don't you know what kind of people are at the company? They're just using my son as free labor. How can he compare to Qing'er, who has a famous teacher at home and a solid foundation?"

"That's right, that's right." Zhuge Gong's smile widened. "A solid foundation is indeed important. Qing'er's greatest strength is her steadiness."

The two fathers were engaged in a heated debate, each trying to outdo the other in their Versailles-like exchange.

Yan Sen and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance, sighed in perfect unison, and simultaneously picked up their teacups and took a sip, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Yan Sen: Your dad's pretty good at showing off.

Zhuge Qing: Same here, your father is no ordinary man either.

Finally, when it was time to eat, the two wives served the food, and the "baby-bragging contest" came to a temporary end.

After a hearty meal, Zhuge Gong put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and suddenly changed the subject, revealing his true intentions.

"Uncle, Aunt Ning. Look, my cousin just got back, and we relatives don't have any gifts to give him." Zhuge Gong looked at Yan Sen with a smile. "I think my cousin and Qing'er get along quite well, and they're about the same age. How about... we let Qing'er help out his uncle and have a friendly spar? It would be good for my cousin to give his good-for-nothing nephew some pointers."

Here comes the classic segment: During the Chinese New Year, my child will perform a talent for everyone.

Yan Sen rolled his eyes inwardly.

Upon hearing this, Yan Que's face immediately showed an extremely troubled expression, even with a hint of panic: "This...this isn't very good, is it? Nephew, coming to your house as a guest and then starting a fight, isn't that bad feng shui? Besides, what if someone gets hurt..."

"No problem!" Zhuge Gong waved his hand dismissively, his spirit soaring. "What's a little bad feng shui? It's worth the price for the mutual progress of uncle and nephew! Besides, with us watching over them, what could possibly go wrong?"

In Zhuge Gong's view, although Yan Sen had accomplished something significant with the company, it was still an unorthodox approach. Moreover, there were many rumors circulating in the underworld, and the more they were exaggerated, the more frightening they became, so it was not necessarily true.

His method of entering the Qimen formation undetected was indeed brilliant, but Zhuge Gong believed that he had simply been too engrossed in gossiping to notice the young man.

On the other hand, his own son is a legitimate successor of the Wuhou Qimen school and has received elite education since childhood.

This competition will allow my son to show off, and I can also show off in front of Yan Que, achieving the best of both worlds.

He was completely unaware that a sly glint flashed deep within Yan Que's seemingly panicked eyes.

"Hey, Zhuge the Fox, no matter how cunning you are, you still have to drink my foot bath water." Yan Que was overjoyed. How many years had he been waiting for this day? Every time he came, Zhuge Gong would use his outstanding son to bully him. Today, he was going to get his revenge, with interest!

Yan Que gently kicked Yan Sen from under the table.

Yan Sen reluctantly put down his chopsticks, understanding the unspoken message.

My father has already set up the stage, so as his son, I have to make this play a complete success.

"Since Brother Gong has said so..." Yan Sen stood up, a harmless smile on his face, even tinged with shyness, "Then I'll play a little game with Qing? But I just got back, so I'm a bit rusty. How about we just practice a couple of moves in this yard?"

Zhuge Ning was trying so hard to suppress her laughter that her stomach hurt, so she could only lower her head and pretend to drink the soup.

"Good! That's great!" Zhuge Gong was overjoyed. "Qing'er, quickly, ask your uncle for some pointers! Remember, this is just a friendly exchange, stop when you've made your point, don't ruin the harmony!"

"Understood, Father."

Zhuge Qing stood up gracefully, straightened his collar, and walked to the center of the courtyard. He looked at the "little uncle" in front of him, who was a year younger than him, dressed in loose casual clothes and standing awkwardly, and a hint of arrogance flashed in his eyes.

Although he was of a lower generation, Zhuge Qing had never been inferior to anyone in terms of magical skills.

"I apologize for my rudeness, nephew." Zhuge Qing clasped his hands in a proper junior's greeting, his voice clear and bright. "Uncle, please enlighten me. I will try my best... to control my strength."

Yan Sen looked at his nephew and chuckled inwardly. This little squinty-eyed fellow is quite arrogant.

"Okay, sure." Yan Sen nodded, hands in his pockets, standing there casually without even striking a pose. "Come on, don't be shy."

Zhuge Gong stood on the steps and announced loudly, "The sparring begins!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Qing's demeanor suddenly changed.

With a stomp of his foot, blue energy instantly spread outwards from him, covering the entire courtyard.

"The Manifestation Techniques of Qimen Dunjia"

Zhuge Qing's narrowed eyes suddenly snapped open, gleaming with sharp light. He glanced at Yan Sen's position and instantly calculated the location in his mind.

"Uncle, I'm sorry to offend you!"

Zhuge Qing made a hand seal with one hand and shouted in a low voice: "Gen Character - Earth Waterfall!"

With his shout, the ground in the courtyard trembled violently. The soil beneath Yan Sen's feet seemed to turn into liquid, roaring and surging up a two-meter-high wave of earth, like a waterfall cascading down, carrying immense force as it crashed down upon Yan Sen!

This move, both in terms of the speed at which the Qimen Dunjia technique was deployed and the power of the spell, was truly astonishing. Zhuge Gong, watching from the side, nodded repeatedly, his face full of pride.

However, the next second, Zhuge Qing's expression changed.

Just as the earthen wave was about to strike Yan Sen, Zhuge Qing was horrified to discover that the "Qi" representing Yan Sen in his Qimen Dunjia chart had disappeared!

The person was clearly standing there, visible to the naked eye, but in the perception of the Qimen Dunjia, there was nothing there! It was as if Yan Sen had transformed into a stone, a tree, a wisp of wind in this courtyard, completely merging into this world!

"boom!"

The earth slammed down, but only struck an afterimage. Yan Sen's figure vanished like a ghost.

"This... how is this possible?!" Zhuge Qing's pupils dilated violently, and he subconsciously tried to change his move.

But, it's too late.

"Nephew, what are you looking at?"

A lazy voice suddenly rang in Zhuge Qing's ears, right next to him!

Before Zhuge Qing could react, a terrifying, suffocating gravity descended upon him without warning!

"Buzz—!"

A muffled popping sound echoed through the air.

Zhuge Qing felt as if two mountains had suddenly been placed on his shoulders. His legs went weak, his knees bent uncontrollably, and the soles of his shoes instantly crushed the bluestone slabs and sank deep into the mud!

"Ugh!" Zhuge Qing gritted his teeth, desperately trying to mobilize the Qi in his body to resist the gravity and straighten his back.

But he was horrified to discover that this power was far beyond what his current cultivation level could withstand.

That was the pure, domineering will of the earth!

He could barely lift his head, and in his vision, a fist gleaming with an earthy yellow-golden light was growing larger and larger.

The golden light wasn't dazzling, but it was so heavy it instilled despair.

Yan Sen stood in front of Zhuge Qing, his right fist clenched like a fully drawn bow, carrying an aura of earth-shattering power, yet precisely controlling the force, hovering an inch in front of Zhuge Qing's nose.

The wind from the punch whistled, ruffling Zhuge Qing's meticulously styled short blue hair and dispelling his pride.

This punch was as heavy as a collapsing cloud!

Yan Sen withdrew his fist, and the golden light and gravity field around him instantly dissipated, as if they had never existed.

He looked at Zhuge Qing, who was covered in sweat and kneeling on the ground, grinned, revealing a set of big white teeth, and patted his nephew on the shoulder.

"Nephew, you flatter me."

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Zhuge Gong's smile was as stiff as a piece of dried bacon, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered.

As for Yan Que, he immediately glared angrily, slammed his fist on the table, and stood up.

"You child, I told you to stop right away, how could you be so insensible! You hit so hard! Just wait until we get home! I'll teach you a lesson! Gong, please forgive me, please forgive me."