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

On the mountain path, screams and the clanging of metal mingled together in a boiling pot of porridge.

Ding Shian was like a ferocious tiger that had broken into a sheepfold, his whole body enveloped in a thick layer of light like glass, completely ignoring the weapons handed over by the Quanxing demons.

"clang--!"

A nine-ringed broadsword slammed down on Ding Shian's shoulder. The burly man holding the sword felt his hand go numb from the impact. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the transparent light that had escaped hadn't even left a mark.

Ding Shian remained expressionless, without even stopping his steps, and delivered a perfectly executed "Phoenix Eye Hammer" with his backhand.

This punch didn't use any fancy Qi energy; it was purely a pinnacle combination of physical strength and technique.

"Snap!"

The burly man's side ribs were visibly dented, and he looked as if he had been hit by a speeding truck. He flew several meters away, crashed into the rock wall, and slid down like a puddle of mud. It was clear that he was only exhaling and not inhaling.

Hitting someone is like hanging a painting!

"Ding ding!"

Two flying knives, flashing with blue light, shot cunningly toward Ding Shian's head and knees, but were still deflected by that unreasonable escape light.

"Damn it! This is too tough! It can't break through the defense at all!"

The Quanxing hidden weapon expert, hiding behind an old pine tree, cursed under his breath, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He was a seasoned veteran, well-versed in his own methods. Just from the light that deflected the flying knife, he could tell that this person was definitely not easy to deal with.

"The wind's getting strong! Let's get out of here!"

This expert in concealed weapons was quite shrewd. Seeing that the situation was not good, he shrank back and tried to use the tree trunk as cover to find a better sniping spot, or simply run away.

However, just as he slipped out from behind the tree...

A cool breeze carrying the earthy smell silently brushed against the back of his neck.

There was no murderous intent whatsoever, not even a sound of breathing.

The man froze, instinctively wanting to turn around.

"Bang!"

A slicked-back entrenching tool, still carrying the fresh scent of earth, slammed into the back of his head in a perfectly curved motion.

The sound was crisp and clear.

Does it sound good? If it sounds good, then it's a good start.

The expert in concealed weapons didn't even utter a sound. He rolled his eyes, fell straight to the ground, and a large bump instantly swelled up on the back of his head.

Feng Baobao put away the shovel expressionlessly, her eyes as clear as if she were looking at the radishes pulled from her own backyard.

She picked up her shovel, crouched low, and continued searching for the next "lucky one".

"Brother Ding! Baby! And the wood!"

Xu Si stood on a protruding rock, a cigarette between his fingers, watching the one-sided massacre below. He slapped his thigh in frustration, yelling, "Go easy on them! Go easy on them! Don't kill them all! Leave a few alive! Otherwise, I won't be able to explain to Uncle Gao when we get back, and I won't be able to write the report!"

Xu Si was in a bad mood. If these three got their fill of beating him up, then it would be his turn to be unhappy!

"Explain your mistake? Go explain it to the King of Hell!"

Just as Xu Si was distracted, a man in a floral shirt suddenly jumped out from a depression not far from him.

Quanxing, Lao Li.

This guy is ruthless. Seeing his companions fall one by one or be cut all over by the invisible golden qi blades in the air, he rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth, and opened his mouth to release a thick cloud of purple smoke.

"puff--!"

The toxic smoke spread, instantly engulfing his companions around him.

"Cough cough cough! Damn it! Old Li! Are you fucking crazy?!"

"This smoke is poisonous! You idiot, Old Li! We're still here!"

The Quanxing disciples around them changed their expressions drastically and covered their mouths and noses as they backed away.

But this retreat meant leaving the safe zone that Yan Sen had deliberately left behind.

"Hiss hiss hiss—!"

An invisible blade of energy sliced ​​through in an instant, splattering blood.

Meanwhile, the guy named Lao Li took the opportunity to monopolize the small safe zone that could only accommodate two or three people.

He stood inside the circle, a grimace of relief on his face, looking at his companions screaming outside, without a trace of remorse in his eyes.

"Go ahead and curse! Keep cursing!"

Old Li smugly wiped the blood from his face: "You guys are the idiots! Hasn't your stupid pig brains realized yet? Only by standing in a certain spot can you avoid being cut by those transparent blades! Who knows how big this place is? What if it can only hold a few people? If we don't force you out, I'll be the one dying!"

"Every man for himself! Brothers, use your lives as a stepping stone for your brother, and in your next life, I'll burn more paper money for you!"

Old Li was basking in the pleasure of "intellectually crushing" others when suddenly he sensed that something was amiss.

An invisible yet domineering suction force locked onto him without warning.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had grabbed his collar and was forcibly pulling him out.

"Huh? What the hell?" Old Li's expression changed, and he gripped the ground tightly with both feet, trying to resist the force.

Xu Si stood not far away, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, one hand in his pocket, the other making a feinting grab in Old Li's direction, his face displaying that signature thuggish smile.

"You little bastard, trying to exploit a bug? Did you even ask the administrator?"

Xu Si suddenly jerked his wrist: "Come here, sir!"

Om-!

Human magnetism activates!

Old Li felt a tremendous force strike him, and he was lifted into the air uncontrollably, dragged out of the safe zone like a rag doll.

"Wait! Ouch! Holy crap—!!"

Old Li screamed in terror, his hands flailing wildly in the air.

However, once you leave the safe zone, the outside world becomes a battlefield.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two golden energy blades, which had been lurking to his side, pierced through his thighs and abdomen as easily as sharks smelling fish.

Blood bloomed in the air.

Old Li fell heavily to the ground, clutching his stomach and rolling around on the floor, his earlier smugness completely gone.

Xu Si flicked his cigarette ash and curled his lip in disdain: "Damn, trying to pull this on me? Your grandma was still a teen when I was cheating!"

On one side of the battlefield, Yan Sen sat cross-legged on a rock, seemingly resting with his eyes closed. In reality, he was fully engaged in transforming evil into primordial energy, using the purified earth energy within the ley lines to observe the condition of the entire mountain.

Ding Shian and Bao Bao could handle those low-level henchmen. He was waiting, waiting for the real big fish.

Just then.

"Nisunai!!!"

A loud shout suddenly rang out beside Yan Sen.

A bright, sharp blade of light, imbued with resolute killing intent and some strange magical enhancement, slashed out from the void without warning, aiming straight for Yan Sen's neck.

It's Ryujiro.

The chonmage-haired samurai who had always followed Minamoto no Yoshitsune somehow managed to sneak up to Kotomori's side using some kind of ninjutsu that allowed him to conceal his presence.

He had been holding back, waiting for the moment he realized Yan Sen was distracted.

This strike, the culmination of his life's work, is called "Swallow Return".

"clang--!"

A deafening roar, like the sound of a great bell, exploded in Ryujiro's mind.

He felt as if he had cleaved Mount Fuji with his sword.

The blade, which had always been invincible and could cut through gold and jade, was shattered by the force of the impact, scattering into the air.

Yan Sen, who had blocked the attack, didn't even turn his head.

A thick, heavy wall, shimmering with an earthy yellow luster, like a solid wall, forcefully blocked the fatal blow.

Spleen Earth Golden Light · Buzhou Mountain.

"What?!"

Ryujiro's pupils dilated violently, and the webs between his hands instantly split open, blood flowing down the hilts of his swords.

Before he could recover from his shock, Yan Sen slowly turned his head, a hint of impatience flashing in his clear black and white eyes.

"Where did these flies come from? They're buzzing around."

Yan Sen slowly raised his right hand, raised his sword finger, and gently pressed it down towards Ryujiro.

"Kneel down."

boom--!

It was as if an invisible mountain had instantly pressed down on Ryujiro's spine.

"Ughhhhhh—!"

Ryujiro let out a piercing scream as his knees slammed heavily onto the gravel, shattering his kneecaps instantly. Next came his spine, his arms...

The immense gravity caused his eyes to bulge out, blood to spill from his mouth and nose, and he was forced to lie face down on the ground, his cheeks chafed raw by the rough surface.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

With a thought, Yan Sen unleashed two invisible blades of energy that pierced through Ryujiro's arms, severing his tendons.

The katana clattered to the ground.

"Despicable...despicable bastard..."

Although Ryujiro was pinned down and unable to move, he continued to roar madly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Yan Sen, filled with resentment: "If you still have any manly spirit... any samurai code... then break free from this sorcery... and fight me fair and square! With swords! A duel!"

Yan Sen was amused.

He dissipated the golden light emanating from his body, stood up, walked to Ryujiro, and looked down at the samurai who looked like a dead dog.

"What the hell is this? All this babbling and nonsense."

A thick layer of golden light enveloped Yan Sen's arm once again. Without any fancy moves, he delivered a powerful chop to the back of Ryujiro's neck.

"Bang!"

Ryujiro's head slammed into the ground like a watermelon hit by a hammer, half of his head sinking into the mud.

"What kind of damn Bushido is this?"

Yan Sen shook his hand, looking disgusted: "You ran into someone's house to cause trouble, tried to ambush the owner but got killed instead, and now you want a fair duel? Is your brain filled with shit?"

Ryujiro struggled in the mud for a couple of moments, letting out a few unwilling whimpers, before finally passing out completely.

Yan Sen didn't even bother to look at him again.

He raised his head, his gaze passing through the chaotic battlefield to the path leading to Tianchi Lake.

In his vision of "All Things Connected by Qi", an extremely dark yet noble purple aura was rapidly moving towards the depths of Changbai Mountain, an undeveloped area.

"They run pretty fast."

Yan Sen's lips curled into a cold smile. The Qi within his body flowed along the earth's veins, like a large net being laid out and tightening little by little.

"However, you can run away but you can't hide. Besides... I'm not just looking for you."

Yan Sen's eyes deepened.

The local great demon, "Bei," who has been hiding behind the scenes and using Minamoto no Yoshitsune to stir up trouble, has yet to show its face.

......

On the shore of Tianchi Lake in Changbai Mountain.

With Ryuichiro's help, Minamoto no Yoshitsune stumbled and ran here.

His once spotless white hunting robe was now covered in mud and grass clippings, making him look disheveled.

"Huff... huff..."

Minamoto no Yoshitsune stopped and looked back at the mountain path below.

Even from a great distance, he could clearly sense that the mark he had left on Ryujiro had become extremely faint, a sign of complete loss of consciousness.

"Ryujiro..."

Minamoto no Yoshitsune clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his flesh.

An unprecedented sense of humiliation welled up inside me.

He doesn't understand.

I really don't understand.

In his hometown, he is the pride of the Minamoto clan, which has been passed down from the Heian period to the present day. He is a top Onmyoji who can draw upon the earth's energy and control shikigami.

Why?

Why did he repeatedly encounter setbacks when he came to this vast black soil?

That adversary, whom we have never met, is like the embodiment of this land itself.

No matter how ingenious the formation he set up, no matter how bizarre the spell he cast, it was all like a child's game in front of his opponent, easily crushed.

They couldn't even stop the other party.

"Does this land... really reject me so much?"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune looked up at the cold, bright moon overhead and let out a long sigh.

That sigh carried the sorrow of a hero's demise, and also a hint of bewilderment about one's own fate.

"Master Minamoto!"

Ryuichiro, standing beside his lord, looked at him anxiously as he stopped: "Don't stop! We're almost at Tianchi! As long as we reach the core of the formation, we still have a chance! Ryuichiro and those rabble of Quanxing can't hold them off for long! Lord Gen!"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune snapped out of his daze and turned to look at his loyal retainer.

A smile, both extremely gentle and extremely resolute, suddenly appeared on his pale face.

"Ryuichiro, you should leave."

Minamoto no Yoshitsune's voice was very calm, as calm as a stagnant pool.

"Keep our promise and return to Japan with the flame of hope."

Ryuichiro was struck dumb, frozen in place.

"But...but Lord Gen!" Ryuichiro's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) scarred face was filled with confusion and pain. "There was still a chance! If we had used our last resort, we might not have lost! Why..."

There's no room for negotiation.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune shook his head and looked down the mountain.

"That person's strength exceeded our expectations. I must stay behind to buy you time to evacuate. That's an order."

Minamoto no Yoshitsune's face suddenly darkened, and his voice turned icy cold: "Ryuichiro, are you going to break our agreement? Are you going to extinguish the honor of my Minamoto clan in this foreign land?"

Ryuichiro trembled all over, and tears streamed down his face from the scar.

He gritted his teeth, and after a long while, he suddenly lowered his head and let out a low growl like a wounded wild beast.

"Yes... Lord Gen!"

Without further hesitation, Ryuichiro turned around abruptly and ran wildly toward another path leading to the border.

He dared not turn around.

He feared that if he turned back, he would lose the courage to leave.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune stood there, watching Ryuichiro's figure disappear into the night, the coldness and determination on his face gradually fading.

Instead, a strange smile appeared.

The smile kept widening until it stretched all the way to his ears, revealing a set of sharp teeth.

The black energy around his body began to surge wildly; it was no longer the Qi of an Onmyoji, but a demonic energy full of wildness and cunning.

"Hehehe..."

A sharp, piercing sound, like fingernails scratching glass, came from Minamoto no Yoshitsune's mouth.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. Where was there even a trace of Minamoto no Yoshitsune in his eyes? He was clearly an old wolf in human skin!

"You little bastard, you're fucking wicked..."

The voice had a thick accent and was full of mockery and greed.

"To save his own life, he even tricked his most loyal dog..."

"Hehehe, I like it, Ancestor."