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

Changbai Mountain Tianchi Lake is located at an altitude of 2189 meters.

This is one of the highest points in the Eastern land, and also the location of the "Dragon Eye" of the legendary ancestral home of the dragon vein.

At this moment, this eye, which should have been tranquil and profound, was now clouded and murky by a group of uninvited guests.

The two groups of people were facing each other at a distance of more than ten meters, like two packs of hyenas that had smelled blood.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat delicate, or rather, tense.

The man on the left was dressed in an elaborate white hunting robe, the wide robe fluttering in the mountain wind. However, his refined face was ashen, and he would occasionally cover his mouth with a handkerchief and cough lightly, as if the internal injuries he had suffered earlier had not yet fully healed.

Two warriors stood beside him, their hands on their sword hilts, like two guardian deities, staring intently at the person opposite them. Behind these three stood a group of strangely shaped figures.

It was Yuan Daren and the Long family brothers of the Jiuju School, along with Quanxing disciples gathered from various places.

The other group was led by a middle-aged man whose bright yellow sun-protective clothing made him stand out like a glow stick on the mountaintop.

His face was ashen, and his features were slightly distorted with fear and anger.

"Minamoto no Yoshitsune! Lord Minamoto!"

The middle-aged man's voice trembled, carrying a desperate, hysterical tone. "Everything you asked me to do before, whether I could or couldn't, I did! You wanted information about the outside help Gao Lian brought in? Do you know how much risk I took to steal it from the archives? I even got you the special permit to enter the mountains! But this time it really won't work. Changbai Mountain... we can't bomb it!"

He pointed to the Heavenly Pool beneath his feet, his fingers trembling as if he had Parkinson's: "This is a dragon vein! If you tamper with it here and destroy the earth's energy, I, Li Qingshui, will be a sinner for all eternity! I won't even have the face to meet my ancestors after I die!"

Upon hearing this, Minamoto no Yoshitsune was not angry. He slowly folded the handkerchief, which was stained with a trace of blood, and put it into his pocket, a hint of mockery flashing in his gloomy eyes.

"Li Qingshui, Director Li."

Minamoto no Yoshitsune's voice was soft, with a peculiar, unsettlingly feminine tone. "There's an old saying in your hometown that I really like: 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' I believe you know better than I do what will happen to you if the evidence I have of your embezzlement, bribery, and misappropriation of public funds is released."

He paused, a cruel smile curving his lips. "Oh, right, and there's also the evidence of your betrayal this time, colluding with foreign forces to sabotage our own territory. Tsk tsk, if your boss, General Manager Gao, knew about this... I'm sure he'd be happy to skin you alive, wouldn't he?"

Li Qingshui's face instantly turned pale, like a chicken being strangled.

"You...you..."

"Let them out!" Li Qingshui suddenly roared, veins bulging on his neck, adopting a "what's the use" attitude. "The moment you release them, I'll jump right off this cliff! It'll be the end of it! I'm going to die anyway, so I'm not helping you with this!"

Although he shouted with righteous indignation, his eyes, which were wandering around looking for a way out, betrayed his extreme inner weakness.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune had seen this kind of blustering act many times before.

"Heh..." Minamoto no Yoshitsune chuckled lightly, shaking his head. His gaze was as if he were looking at an ant trying to bargain with an elephant. "That's a real pity, Director Li. I always thought we were friends. I never imagined that one day I would be the one to send my friend off. It's truly... a great regret."

At this point, Minamoto no Yoshitsune even pretended to raise his hand and wipe away non-existent tears from the corner of his eye.

Then, his eyes turned cold, and he waved to the group of "mercenaries" behind him who had been watching the show.

"Fellow members of the Quanxing, I beg you. Please... see my friend off for me."

"Hehe, okay."

From the crowd, a bloated, fat man with a face full of scars swayed out. He was toying with several iron spikes about two feet long in his hand, the spikes gleaming coldly, clearly weapons that had seen a lot of blood.

Quanxing, Bian Min.

"If it weren't for the fact that you little devil paid me so much, and I didn't want to lose a big spender, I would have killed you long ago based on your hypocritical act just now." Bian Min was a rough man who didn't think before he spoke. He spat on the ground as he walked away. "I hate you bunch of pretentious perverts the most."

"Baka! Funben! How dare you insult my lord!"

Ryujiro, who was standing next to Minamoto no Yoshitsune, had a fiery temper. Upon hearing this, he instantly flew into a rage. He took a step forward, and with a clang, his gleaming katana was drawn half an inch from its sheath, pointing menacingly at Byun Min.

Bian Min paused for a moment, stopped in his tracks, his small eyes widened, and his reckless spirit came through.

"Who the hell are you talking to? Huh? A little devil?" Bian Min picked at his ear, his face full of disdain. "You traitor, what kind of shit is this kid spewing from his mouth? Translate for me!"

"Don't you fucking call me a traitor, it sounds awful."

Behind Bian Min, a bespectacled, seemingly refined member of the Quanxing organization pushed up his glasses, a wicked grin on his face. "Hehe, but Fatty Bian, you're about to have an even worse nickname than mine. That little Japanese devil was just cursing you."

"What did you say to me?" Bian Min raised an eyebrow.

"He called you—Papa," the bespectacled man explained, barely suppressing a laugh. "This little devil can't distinguish between 'Bian' and 'bian' in Chinese. He probably thought your surname was 'bian,' so... he called you Papa. Hahahaha!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the Quanxing sect members, who loved watching the drama unfold, erupted in an uproar.

"Hahaha! Holy crap! That's an amazing explanation!"

"Bian, from now on you can be called Bianmin! It's a down-to-earth name, and it has character!"

A skinny guy, looking like a monkey, was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight. He pointed at Bian Min and laughed loudly, "In ancient times, there were heroes of Liangshan, such as Sick Yuchi Sun Li and Sick Tiger Xue Yong. Today, our Quanxing Sect has gained another hero, Sick Dung—Bian Min! Hahahaha... Ugh, I can't take it anymore, it's making me sick from laughing."

These wicked people from Quanxing were never serious in their daily lives, and now they took the "harming others without benefiting themselves" approach to the extreme.

Bian Min was already petty and short-tempered. Hearing his fellow disciples' laughter and looking at Ryujiro across from him, who had a serious expression as if he were upholding some sacred dignity, he felt a surge of anger rising to his head.

"Fuck your grandpa!"

Bian Min's face turned a deep purplish-red. He swung the iron spike in his hand and pointed it at Ryujiro, cursing, "You little devil! You think you can get away with this? Fine! I'll kill you first!"

Before he finished speaking, Bian Min pushed off with his feet and shot out like a meatball, displaying an agility that was inconsistent with his round figure.

The iron spike in his hand whistled through the air as it aimed straight for Ryujiro's throat. His attack was ruthless, clearly showing he was truly enraged.

"You bastard! You're asking for it!"

Although Ryujiro didn't understand what "zaochengfeng" meant, he could still tell that it was an insult.

He roared, slashed with the hilt of his sword to deflect the incoming iron spikes, lowered his body, and instantly assumed a stance for a quick-draw slash.

It seemed that the two sides were about to engage in a full-blown brawl by the Heavenly Lake.

"That's enough!"

A deep yet authoritative shout suddenly resounded throughout the arena.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune suddenly swung his left hand, which had been behind his back, while simultaneously slamming his right toes heavily onto the ground.

"Buzz—!"

A strange fluctuation spread instantly along the earth's veins.

Although Minamoto no Yoshitsune's internal injuries had not yet healed, he was, after all, a master of the Nine Chrysanthemum School, and had already set up an array around the Heavenly Pool. This kick directly stirred up the evil energy underground.

Just as Bian Min was preparing to fight desperately, he felt as if the ground beneath his feet had suddenly come alive, and a chilling force surged from the soles of his feet straight to his head. He felt dizzy, stumbled, and almost fell to the ground.

The dozen or so Quanxing disciples behind him also felt a wave of nausea and chest tightness, and their laughter stopped abruptly.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap sounded.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune slapped Ryujiro hard across the face with a backhand. The slap was so severe that it caused Ryujiro to bleed from his mouth and nose and stagger back three steps.

"Disgraceful thing! Get out!" Minamoto no Yoshitsune coldly rebuked.

Ryujiro covered his face, his eyes filled with resentment, but he immediately lowered his head and said, "Yes, sir!"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune took a deep breath, suppressing the surging blood in his chest. He straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, put on that polite but fake smile again, and bowed slightly to Byun Min, who was still shaking his head.

"My subordinate's Chinese is not very good, and he misinterpreted your name. I have already punished him, please forgive him."

Minamoto no Yoshitsune looked at Byun Min, his eyes revealing a chilling calm: "Mr. Byun, from our first meeting, I felt you were an interesting and skilled fighter. At this crucial moment, I hope we can become friends, not enemies. After all... nobody turns down money, right?"

This combination of a big stick and a carrot is played with consummate skill.

Bian Min shook his still slightly dizzy head and picked up the iron spikes from the ground. He looked at Minamoto no Yoshitsune with a hint of fear in his eyes, but his words remained sharp.

"Friends? Hmph! Forget about it!"

Bian Min spat and sneered, "Your friend over there is practically wetting his pants with fear. Give me money, and you're my friend; don't give me money, and I'll kill you. Our relationship is that simple."

After saying that, he ignored Minamoto no Yoshitsune, turned around, picked up the iron spike, and walked step by step toward Li Qingshui, who had been paralyzed with fear on the ground.

"If the leader is an incompetent person, his subordinates are also incompetent."

Bian Min looked at the trembling employees protecting Li Qingshui and a cruel smile appeared on his face. "You bunch of good-for-nothings dare to come here? The company is getting worse and worse. How can someone like him be a director? Don't worry, the grievances will be settled. I'll kill your leader first, then I'll kill you all. Tonight, none of you will escape."

Li Qingshui closed her eyes in despair.

"Whoosh—"

The iron spike in Bian Min's hand flashed through the air, heading straight for Li Qingshui's brow.

however.

Just as the iron spike was less than three inches from Li Qingshui's forehead.

"call--"

A gust of wind suddenly rose up on the mountaintop without warning.

The wind came out strangely, very oddly.

It wasn't a crosswind blowing in from the mountain pass, nor was it the cold wind that usually blew in from the mountaintop. It was a... "demonic wind" rising from the bottom up, as if gushing out from the depths of the earth!

The wind wasn't strong, but it carried an indescribable sense of heaviness and pressure.

"clang!"

Bian Min felt as if the iron spike in his hand had been lifted by an invisible hand. His originally fatal strike was deflected by a few points, grazing Li Qingshui's ear and embedding itself in the rock behind him, sending sparks flying.

"Damn! Where did this weird wind come from!"

Bian Min cursed loudly, and was blown off balance by the strange wind, almost losing his footing.

"Ouch! Damn! Something's in my eye!"

"This wind is strange! Why does it smell earthy?"

"Then don't move, let me blow on it for you..."

"You're fucking bragging! You're supposed to be someone who practices 'lotus flower spitting' (a form of esoteric speech), but all you ever do is spew poison or unleash hidden weapons. If you want to blind me, just say so!"

A commotion broke out among the crowd of Quanxing. Although the sudden gust of wind was not lethal, it blew everyone off balance, making it impossible for them to even open their eyes.

Only Minamoto no Yoshitsune.

He stood in the wind, letting the gale tousle his long hair and hunting robes.

He ignored the chaotic Quanxing faction and Li Qingshui, who had narrowly escaped death.

His hand gripped the chrysanthemum seal hidden in his sleeve tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. The bulging vein on his forehead, which he had just forcibly suppressed, was now throbbing wildly again.

The smell in the wind... he knew it all too well.

It was that culprit who... crippled his curse technique and caused his meridians to flow backward.

It was that "monster" from the South who... treated him like a fool and made fun of him.

"You've finally arrived..."

Minamoto no Yoshitsune gritted his teeth, his voice squeezed out from between them, filled with deep-seated hatred and a trace of fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit...

"You have blessed me with such sorrow!"