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

"Hahaha! That's right! There's no reason to let the younger generation help for nothing! Yan Sen, tell me, what do you and your two kids want?"

Hu Tianbiao's round face was contorted with laughter, his voice booming so loudly that the candlelight in the hall flickered wildly.

The other immortals exchanged knowing smiles, their eyes revealing not anger at being tricked, but rather a hint of appreciation for the little rascal's ways.

"Let's get this straight, we're not going to the South." Grandpa Liu Kunsheng squinted his triangular eyes, playing with two iron gallbladders in his hand, making a crisp clicking sound. "And it has to be something we can actually do. You can't expect me to make unreasonable demands that involve murder, arson, or anything that goes against the natural order."

"Master Liu is joking. I have always been a law-abiding citizen. How could I do such an inhumane thing?"

Yan Sen stood up from the prayer mat, dusted off non-existent dust from his robes, straightened his expression, clasped his hands in a standard martial arts salute.

"I have only one request."

Yan Sen raised his head, his eyes clear: "Could you elders please 'give me some pointers' on my friend whom I just met at the foot of the mountain? The kind of beating that goes all out, if you can't kill him."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

"That's all?" Hu Tianbiao's eyes widened, his vertical pupils filled with doubt. "Don't you want something else? Money, cultivation methods or something? That short-haired guy is no relation to you, what are you after?"

"Alright, thirteenth brother, why ask so many questions?"

The bespectacled, refined-looking Liu Huajiao next to him suddenly opened his folding fan, obscuring half his face except for a pair of piercing eyes. He smiled meaningfully, "This little thing is thinking about the future, hahaha!"

Yan Sen secretly praised him.

Does he lack money? Just the wealth that Yan Que and Zhuge Ning have accumulated for him is enough for him to squander for eight lifetimes, even if he does nothing for the rest of his life.

Does he lack skill? The "Shaking Dragon Scripture" is a technique that can seize the power of heaven and earth; no one can teach it except through his own enlightenment.

What does he lack? He lacks 'friends'!

During this trip to Northeast China, the water was so murky that the bottom was invisible.

The Nine Chrysanthemum Stream, the Quanxing Sect, the Immortal Clan, and possibly other forces are all involved.

The company's employees have varying abilities, and relying solely on Xu Si and Feng Baobao might not be enough to protect him.

Ding Shian is a pure, domineering, and stubborn martial arts fanatic.

By making a request, one can gain the participation of this person who is at least a top-notch expert in the future. This not only adds a reliable ally to one's own side, but also makes the other party owe one a favor, so that one can ask for his help in the future.

This is the most profitable deal when calculated this way.

"Alright! Since you have such a magnanimous heart, Grandpa will grant your wish!"

Hu Tianbiao slapped his thigh, turned around, and roared at the shadowy corner of the main hall:

"Hey you... Jenny... Jenny... Damn it, what's that foreign name again? Hu Qingfang! Get the hell over here!"

Hu Tianbiao seemed stumped by the tongue-twisting English name, his face turning red and his neck thickening with frustration. Finally, he angrily swore.

"Buzz—"

The air distorted slightly, and a white light drew a graceful arc in mid-air.

The little white fox that had led the way appeared out of thin air in the center of the main hall. It landed and transformed, but did not become human; it remained a fox, except that its two front paws were placed on its hips in an extremely human-like manner, and its pointed fox face was full of "This young lady is not happy."

"Brother Biao! How many times have I told you!"

The little white fox spoke in a human voice, clear and charmingly willful: "You have to be international! Don't call me by my full name, Hu Qingfang, it's so corny! Call me Jennifer! Jennifer! The emphasis is on the first syllable!"

"I'll fucking beat you to a pulp, you son of a bitch!"

Hu Tianbiao was so angry his mustache stood on end. Pointing at the little white fox, he cursed, "If you can't speak human language, then learn to howl like a fox! If you keep learning these foreign things from that brat from the Huang family, I'll pluck all the fur off your tail and make a scarf for you! Go tell that short-haired kid down the mountain who's wrestling with my great-grandson to stop wrestling!"

Hu Tianbiao let out a heavy breath and waved his hand impatiently: "Someone spoke up for him, and I, Grandpa, agreed to his demands. Tell him to get up here! Hurry up! Any later and he'll have broken my great-grandson's teeth!"

"Okay, okay, why are you being so fierce..."

Hu Qingfang, also known as "Jennifer," was inexplicably scolded, her little mouth pouting so much it could hang an oil bottle. She turned around with a whimper, her big tail swishing back and forth, ready to call for someone.

"Thank you so much, Aunt Jennifer."

Upon seeing this, Yan Sen immediately stepped forward, smiled and bowed respectfully, then casually took out a White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and handed it over, saying, "It's just a small token of my appreciation, please don't find it offensive, Grandma."

The little white fox's eyes lit up instantly. With a flick of its pink tongue, it twirled the milk candy into its mouth and mumbled, "Mmm...you're such a thoughtful little brother. Don't worry, I've got your back!"

After saying that, a flash of white light appeared on its body, and it used its supernatural power again to disappear.

Sitting next to him, Xu Si felt that his understanding of the world was becoming increasingly shallow. His filter of the immortals as being high above and mysterious was shattered at this moment.

"Tsk, you little rascal, you've got that smooth-talking talent from your roots." Hu Tianbiao looked at Yan Sen's practiced manner and curled his lip in displeasure. "Just like your dead great-grandfather."

"Alright, Xiao Yansen, your request will be fulfilled in a moment."

Liu Huajiao, who had remained silent, fanned himself with his folding fan, his gaze shifting before settling on Xu Si and Feng Baobao. "And these two young friends? Since you're here, it's fate. What do you desire? Magic? Fortune? Or perhaps a word about your future?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Si straightened up, stood up, and bowed respectfully.

"Senior Liu, please accept my offer," Xu Si said seriously, abandoning his usual nonchalant attitude. "I'm here on official business. I've only benefited from Yan Sen's help along the way, and I haven't done anything to help. Besides, my talent is mediocre, and I can't accept such generous gifts from you seniors. So... I shouldn't accept such a reward without merit, I'd better pass."

This is where Xu Si's cleverness lies.

Na Du Tong is an official organization, and he is the son of the regional head. Maintaining distance from these unorthodox, supernatural forces, especially these top-tier spiritual masters in front of us, is the safest course of action.

He didn't want to get involved in the karma of accepting favors from others.

"Hmm, that works too." Liu Huajiao nodded, then turned his gaze to Feng Baobao. "And what about this little girl?"

Feng Baobao was staring blankly at the apples on the offering table when she heard someone call her. She slowly turned her head.

Her large eyes stared intently at the immortals, showing neither reverence nor greed, as if she were looking at a few talking radishes.

"I want it..." Feng Baobao scratched her head, her tone as calm as if stating a fact, "but you can't give it to me."

The hall fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Liu Huajiao's hand, which was waving a fan, froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face gradually solidified.

Can't give it to me?

Is there anything in Northeast China that the five major families of Hu, Huang, Bai, Liu, and Hui cannot provide? That's a bit too much of a boast!

"Hey! You three little rascals are pretty interesting!"

Suddenly, Liu Kunsheng, the dark-faced man, burst into laughter. He slapped his thigh and leaned forward, his menacing aura surging towards Feng Baobao like a tidal wave. "One of you asked for something for someone else, one of you didn't want it, and you, little girl! What do you mean we can't give it to you? You really don't take us old guys seriously!"

Liu Kunsheng didn't feel offended at all; on the contrary, he was aroused with intense curiosity. His triangular eyes were fixed on Feng Baobao, as if trying to see through the soul of this disheveled girl.

"Tell me what you want! I'll steal it from you, even if I have to!"

Feng Baobao was not intimidated by this imposing aura.

She took a step forward, stood in the center of the hall, raised her head, and in her eyes, which had been empty for a long time, a rare glimmer of hope appeared.

"I want to know..."

Feng Baobao's voice was very soft, but every word felt like a stone hitting someone's heart.

"Who am I? Who are my parents? Where did I come from?"

She pointed to her head, her eyes both confused and determined: "Big fox, big serpent, do you know them?"

silence.

A deathly silence.

Grandpa Hu opened his eyes, which had been slightly closed, and stared at Feng Baobao with a sharp glint in them. Grandma Hu also stopped making her prayer beads, but she looked at Yan Sen instead.

The other immortals below exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of astonishment in the other's eyes.

They can't see through it.

While it might be an exaggeration to say that with their level of spiritual attainment they could see through a person's past and present lives, seeing through a person's destiny and fortune would be a piece of cake.

But in this little girl, all they saw was emptiness.

There is no past, no future, and even cause and effect are in complete chaos, or rather... there is no cause and effect at all.

"Tsk..."

Liu Kunsheng clicked his tongue, his previously arrogant demeanor instantly deflated. He scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

"You child...you don't even know it yourself, how are we supposed to know?"

Liu Kunsheng was also straightforward. Although he was slapped in the face, he was frank and said, "It's true that we are immortals, but we are not the King of Hell. We don't have a book of life and death to check your household registration."

The light in Feng Baobao's eyes dimmed instantly. She said "Oh," lowered her head, and retreated back into the shadows.

Xu Si watched from the side, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

"but......"

Just then, Liu Kunsheng changed the subject, stroking the stubble on his chin, and said thoughtfully, "I can ask him for you."

"Ask?" Xu Si suddenly raised his head, his usual smirking expression vanishing, his voice urgent, "Uncle Liu! What do you mean by 'ask'?"

"Literal meaning."

Liu Kunsheng pointed to the people sitting there and explained with a wide grin, "Most of the people sitting in this room, including myself, are 'military generals.' We're good at fighting and killing, but when it comes to delicate things like divination, interpreting divination, and predicting the secrets of heaven, we're not exactly clueless, but we're not far off either."

"For this kind of thing, you have to find a 'civil official'."

Liu Kunsheng pointed outside the main hall, towards the depths of Changbai Mountain.

"I know a fellow worm, an old, eccentric old snake who loves reading. He doesn't like fighting, but he loves studying those abstract and unsophisticated fortune-telling methods. Although he's a bit eccentric, he's really capable."

Liu Kunsheng looked at Feng Baobao, his eyes becoming more serious: "After you help deal with those Japanese devils and traitors, I'll take you to find it. Perhaps... it can tell you something."

"Really?!" Feng Baobao looked up abruptly.

"I'm a man of my word! Why would I lie to a little girl like you!" Liu Kunsheng snorted.

Xu Si's eyes lit up. Even if there was only a sliver of hope, it was still great news for the Xu family, who had been searching for Feng Baobao's background for so many years.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu!" Xu Si bowed deeply.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Brother Biao! Gentlemen, I've brought the man!"

Jennifer... oh no, Hu Qingfang's voice rang out from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the gate to the compound was pushed open.

Ding Shian, the short-haired man in a white training uniform, walked into the courtyard with an excited expression.

He stood beside the alchemy furnace, sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the room. Far from being afraid, his eyes shone with an alarming brightness, and his muscles trembled slightly with excitement.

"Junior Ding Shian pays respects to all the immortals!" Ding Shian's voice was loud and clear, full of fighting spirit.

"Alright, now that everything's been said and everyone's here, let's get started. This old body of mine can't sit still any longer, I'm leaving now."

Grandpa Hu, who had been silent all along, slowly stood up. His imposing aura instantly vanished, and he became like an ordinary old man.

"Young man from the Yan family, I'm entrusting the affairs down the mountain to you."

Grandpa Hu gave Yan Sen a deep look, then exchanged a glance with Grandma Hu. Their figures gradually faded, as if they had merged into the air and disappeared.

"Thirteenth brother, go easy on him."

Before leaving, Hu Tianlong, with an upright demeanor, specifically instructed, "Don't break it. Xiao Yansen is counting on it to help with the work."

After saying that, he nodded to Yan Sen and the other two, and then disappeared.

Liu Huajiao and Liu Kunsheng exchanged a glance and snorted coldly at each other.

"Liu Kunsheng, what did you say? Shouldn't we stretch a bit before eating?"

"Damn it! You think you can mess with me? I'll rip your gallbladder out!"

The two immortals from the Liu family also went to find a place to fight.

In the blink of an eye, only Yan Sen and his two companions, along with Hu Tianbiao, remained in the vast main hall.

"Tsk, these few things are really not supportive."

Hu Tianbiao muttered something in dissatisfaction, then turned around and grinned at Yan Sen and the other two who were about to sneak away, revealing a set of white teeth.

"You three, don't even think about running away! Give me a shout-out to the audience! This fight's not exciting if no one's cheering!"

Yan Sen gave a wry smile and could only obediently sit back on the prayer mat.

Hu Tianbiao stretched his neck, making a cracking sound.

He strode to the palace gate and looked at Ding Shian, who stood in the courtyard as straight as a javelin.

The moonlight shone on Ding Shian, giving him a silvery edge.

"Hey, he's got a calm and clear mind, and his spirit is strong and full of energy. He's a good prospect."

Hu Tianbiao looked him up and down and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand and beckoned to Ding Shian with his finger. The black energy on his body was released without reservation, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard.

"Come on! Short hair! Let me practice with you!"