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

Following the address given over the phone, Yan Sen took a taxi to Huanghe Road.

After getting off the car, Yan Sen stood by the roadside, looking at the gray, red-brick warehouse in front of him, with even some peeling paint on the walls. He couldn't help but twitch his lips a couple of times.

Both are regional offices of Nadutong, but let's not even talk about the office buildings in the core area of ​​Yanjing CBD, those are the headquarters.

Look at South China. Although Liao Zhong is a bit rough around the edges, his usual office space is not bad. It's a standalone building, after all.

Let's take another look at the Northeast region.

If it weren't for the faded "Nadutong Logistics Warehouse" sign hanging at the entrance, Yan Sen would have thought he had been taken to some bankrupt cannery by an unlicensed taxi driver.

"Is this what's known as the 'First Outpost Beyond Shanhaiguan'?"

Yan Sen thought to himself, "This person in charge, Gao Lian, doesn't sound like he's short of money. How come he lives even more shabbily than my father who pretends to be poor?"

Two figures, one large and one small, were standing at the entrance of the warehouse.

The older one was wearing a faded gray overall, black-rimmed glasses, and had a slender figure. He looked refined and scholarly, like a university professor.

The smaller one was a little girl, who looked to be only six or seven years old. She was very pretty, with two pigtails, and a lollipop that was bigger than her face in her hand. She was staring at the world with wide, curious eyes.

Yan Sen didn't rush forward, but instead habitually narrowed his eyes.

【All things are connected by Qi】, open.

The next second, Yan Sen's pupils suddenly contracted.

The refined-looking middle-aged man disappeared from his sight.

Instead, there was a massive, pitch-black mass of Qi, which was not malevolent. Unlike the pure and singular Qi cultivated by supernatural beings, this mass was mixed with countless wild, ancient auras, seemingly originating from a primordial forest.

The dark energy churned, and one could vaguely sense various emotions such as cunning, treachery, coldness, and greed...

These energies intertwined, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

The oppressive feeling had an impact on Yan Sen no less than that of the old master who was afraid of hurting him too much when sparring with him.

"Good heavens..."

Yan Sen was secretly alarmed.

Is this what they call Northeastern shamanic practices?

Is this what is meant by "cultivating with an immortal"?

This isn't just one person; it's as if it carries the weight of a thousand armies.

Moreover, within the black energy surrounding Gao Lian, there was also a trace of extremely faint but extremely pure "earth vein energy".

This indicates that the spirit possessing this person in charge is not only highly skilled, but has also become connected with the destiny of the mountains and rivers of the black soil of Northeast China.

He's a tough nut to crack.

Yan Sen composed himself, the azure-gold light in his eyes vanished, replaced by the smile of a well-behaved junior. He slung his canvas bag over his shoulder and strode forward.

Upon seeing Yan Sen approach, Gao Lian adjusted his glasses and revealed a warm smile.

He looked at the boy who stood there stunned for a few seconds and assumed that the child was just a little reserved because he had never seen him before.

"Is this Comrade Yan Sen?"

Gao Lian stepped forward, extending his long, strong hand, his voice as gentle as a glass of warm water: "I am Gao Lian, the head of the Northeast region for Nadutong. You must be tired from your journey."

"Hello, Uncle Gao!"

Yan Sen immediately grasped Gao Lian's hand, bowed slightly, and his manners were impeccable: "I am Yan Sen. I'm sorry to have you waiting here in person."

"Hey, don't be so formal, we're all family here."

Gao Lian chuckled and patted Yan Sen on the shoulder, then turned to the side, revealing the little girl behind him who was licking candy.

"Erzhuang, stop eating and say something."

Gao Lian gently patted his daughter's head, his eyes full of affection: "Tell this young man, what's your name?"

The little girl took the lollipop out of her mouth, not at all shy, and tilted her head back, saying in a childish voice, "Hello, big brother, my name is Gao Yushan, and my nickname is Erzhuang. My dad says you are a very capable big brother from a very far place."

Er Zhuang?

Yan Sen looked at the cute little girl in front of him and wondered why President Gao had given her such a nickname.

Yan Sen squatted down, his gaze level with Er Zhuang's, and extended his hand with a smile: "Hello Er Zhuang, my name is Yan Sen. You can call me Brother Sen from now on."

"Brother Sen!" Erzhuang called out sweetly.

Yan Sen took out a piece of candy he had brought from Zhuge Bagua Village from his pocket and stuffed it into Er Zhuang's hand: "Here, a little something to mark our meeting."

"Thank you, Brother Sen!"

Seeing his daughter's happy expression, Gao Lian's smile deepened.

"Alright, it's hot outside, let's go inside and talk."

Gao Lian led the two men into the red brick warehouse behind them.

As soon as you enter, a blast of cool air hits you.

But this coolness wasn't from the air conditioner; it was a kind of chilling cold that came from deep underground.

The warehouse was empty, with no goods piled up, only forklifts parked in the middle.

Gao Lian led them to a freight elevator in the corner and pressed the button.

"Boom!"

The old iron gate slowly opened.

"The situation in our Northeast region is somewhat unique."

As Gao Lian gestured for the two to go inside, he explained, "The warehouse upstairs is a front; the real office area is underground. After all, we sometimes need to handle some... well, rather 'large' goods, and it's more convenient underground."

The elevator slowly descended, emitting a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

Inside the enclosed elevator car, only the indicator lights flickered on and off.

Yan Sen leaned against the elevator wall, watching the constantly changing floor numbers, and suddenly spoke.

"Uncle Gao."

Yan Sen's voice sounded somewhat abrupt in the narrow space.

"Huh? What's up, buddy?" Gao Lian turned around.

"I'm still young, so I hope you don't mind if I call you 'Uncle'?"

"I don't mind, it sounds familiar."

"Since you've called me uncle, I'll be so bold as to ask a question."

Yan Sen turned his head, his clear black and white eyes staring straight at Gao Lian. The docile look in his eyes was gone, replaced by a sharp, probing gaze.

"What exactly happened in Northeast China?"

Yan Sen pointed to the ground, then to Gao Lian: "Even a great master like you, who worships 'a whole hall' of immortals, can't handle this? You had to come all the way from the south to find me?"

The air inside the elevator seemed to freeze instantly.

Gao Lian's smile froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, but the pupils in his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

good boy!

Gao Lian's heart was stirred.

Unlike the Lü and Wang families, the Gao family did not have any inherited skills, so the Gao family members needed to go out and learn from masters, which resulted in the different skills of the Gao family members.

Although Gao Lian is the regional head of Na Du Tong, he has always kept a low profile in the world of supernatural beings.

Aside from the company's senior management and a few old guys from Northeast China, very few people knew that he was a shamanic disciple, and even fewer knew how many deities he worshipped.

He didn't show anything just now, not even his Qi.

This brat actually saw through his true nature at a glance?

"Damn, good eye!"

Gao Lian reassessed Yan Sen's importance in his mind.

I initially thought he was just a genius boy with some special abilities, but now it seems I was wrong.

"Hehe, man, I'm impressed by your eyesight."

Gao Lian simply stopped pretending. He took off his glasses, wiped them with the corner of his clothes, and his tone became more frank, carrying the straightforwardness of a typical Northeastern man.

"Since you've already called me uncle, I'll tell you something from the bottom of my heart."

Gao Lian put his glasses back on, his eyes becoming deep: "Just like how you extraordinary people practice different methods, the immortals are also divided into civil and martial arts."

"It's true that I'm the regional head, but I also need to go to the front lines often and confront those who break the law head-on."

Gao Lian spread his hands and smiled helplessly: "So most of the deities enshrined on my family's altar are 'military generals' from the immortal families. They are the combat forces in the 'altar'."

"These 'military generals' are truly incredibly powerful; they can split mountains and shatter rocks with ease. But..."

Gao Lian sighed: "Everyone has their own expertise. The art of land surveying and feng shui is delicate work, the business of 'civil officials.' These ancestors of mine are as good as two people fighting, but asking them to look at feng shui and find the key points of a formation? That's like asking Zhang Fei to embroider, it's asking too much of them."

"That's why I had to ask the company to bring in you, this 'professional'."

Gao Lian's words were so sincere and reasonable.

Yan Sen listened and nodded slightly, a look of "I see" on his face.

"I understand, Uncle Gao is only good at one subject at a time," Yan Sen said with a smile.

But in reality, Yan Sen was secretly sneering.

fart.

That's utter nonsense.

The immortals of Northeast China are not just about foxes, weasels, white foxes, willows, and gray foxes.

The Liu family, the Chang family, and the Mang family are all snake spirits.

According to Yan Sen, these three immortal families are all skilled in geomancy. For them, feng shui is just a simple trick that they can use to tell what works and what doesn't with a glance.

As the head of the Gao family and a disciple of the spirit medium, even if Gao Lian's altar only enshrines "military generals," is it possible that there isn't a single spirit medium skilled in geomancy in the entire Northeast?

The only explanation is—

The trouble we're facing this time is either too bizarre to be understood even by divination masters, but that's practically impossible.

Either... it's this incident that has made those immortals wary, and they can't easily intervene.

Gao Lian is lying.

Or rather, he is concealing the most crucial truth.

"Alright, since Uncle Gao has said so, then I understand."

Yan Sen didn't expose Gao Lian, but went along with him, saying, "Everyone has their own expertise, and this is what I do. To be honest, on my way here by train, I made some small discoveries while looking at the ley lines outside the pass through the train window."

"Oh?"

Gao Lian's eyes lit up, and he was about to ask more questions.

"bite--"

The elevator has stopped.

The indicator light stopped at "-15".

"Don't rush, man, this isn't the place to talk."

Gao Lian patted Yan Sen on the shoulder, interrupting him: "Another group of foreign aid will be arriving soon. Once they arrive, we'll have a meeting and discuss everything together. Judging by the time, they should be here soon."

Another group of foreign players?

Yan Sen's heart stirred, and the image of the white-haired young man and the disheveled woman at the train station flashed into his mind.

Could it be such a coincidence?

The elevator doors opened to reveal a long corridor lined with high-tech offices and laboratories on both sides, a stark contrast to the dilapidated warehouse above.

Gao Lian led Yan Sen to the door of a conference room.

Erzhuang, who had been following behind, also wanted to go in.

Gao Lian grabbed Er Zhuang by the back of her collar and lifted her aside like a chick.

"Go away, go away. Daddy has something important to say to this uncle. That's an adult matter. Kids shouldn't listen in."

Gao Lian, with a stern face, pointed to a room across the corridor: "Go back to your room and do your homework! If you don't finish your math problems today, there won't be any sweet and sour pork!"

Erzhuang's little face instantly puffed up like a steamed bun, and he stomped his foot angrily: "Bad dad! A dad who doesn't give me sweet and sour pork is a bad dad!"

After saying that, the little girl made a face at Yan Sen, then turned and ran away.

As Gao Lian watched his daughter's retreating figure, the sternness in his eyes instantly transformed into helplessness and doting affection.

He turned his head and smiled apologetically at Yan Sen: "My daughter is naughty, I'm sorry you had to see that. I've spoiled her rotten."

"No, Erzhuang is very cute."

Yan Sen smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"please."

Gao Lian pushed open the conference room door.

The conference room was large, with a long table in the middle.

Yan Sen had just walked in, found a spot to put down his canvas bag, and hadn't even had a chance to sit down yet.

"Clang!"

The conference room door was pushed open again.

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted! Uncle Gao, this place is so hard to find!"

A nonchalant voice came in.

Immediately afterwards, a young man with messy white hair and a cigarette dangling from his mouth swaggered in.

Behind him followed a woman wearing a loose baseball uniform, with long hair covering her face, and holding half a roasted sweet potato that she hadn't finished eating.

Yan Sen's hand, which was holding the water glass, froze in mid-air.

Xu Si was also taken aback.

He looked at Yan Sen, who was standing in front of the conference table and staring at him with a strange expression, and almost dropped the cigarette from his mouth.

"Holy crap?"

Xu Si's eyes widened as he pointed at Yan Sen: "It's you? That little brat from the train?"

Feng Baobao peeked out from behind Xu Si, stared at Yan Sen for two seconds with her unwavering eyes, and then handed him the roasted sweet potato she was holding.

"You want some too?"

Speaking in fluent Mandarin, Feng Baobao asked earnestly, "This sweet potato is a little cold, but it's still sweet."

Gao Lian stood aside, looking at the three people staring at each other, somewhat bewildered.

"You two... know each other?"

Yan Sen took a deep breath, a helpless smile appearing on his lips.

really.

This damn fate.

"I don't know him."

Yan Sen and Xu Si said in unison.

Then, the two exchanged a glance, their eyes both conveying the same message—

This is a high-level game!

This is getting interesting.