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

As the final scream was swallowed by the wind, this battle, in which the forces were completely unequal, finally came to an end.

With a slight thought, Yan Sen caused the "Withering and Flourishing Locking Gold" formation covering the mountain path to slowly dissipate, and the sharp, piercing sensation in the air also disappeared.

Ding Shian stood amidst a pile of bodies lying haphazardly, one hand gripping the throat of the fat man named Bian Min.

The villain from Quanxing, who had just been clamoring for a 400,000 yuan bounty, now had his eyes rolled back, his face turned a deep purplish-red, and his hands gripped Ding Shian's wrists like iron clamps. His legs were kicking helplessly in mid-air, like a fat pig being lifted up to be slaughtered.

"Uh...cough..."

Ding Shian turned her head, her clear eyes looking at Yan Sen, her tone filled with dissatisfaction with the intensity of the battle: "What should we do next? Go directly to the people behind this? What about them? How should we deal with them?"

As he spoke, he loosened his grip.

"thump."

Bian Min collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, clutching his neck and coughing violently. He scrambled to a corner, looking at Ding Shian as if he were a monster in human skin.

"It's alright, just throw it here. These guys can't cause any trouble."

Xu Si had one hand in his pocket and the other on the phone, clearly having just finished communicating with his superiors. He glanced at the Quanxing disciples scattered on the ground, a smug, gloating smile playing on his lips: "The company's logistics team is already on their way, and with the large force Uncle Gao has brought in, the best outcome for these bastards is to have their meridians destroyed and be handed over to the judicial system. Those with special methods will probably be studied for a few years first, hehe."

As they were talking, the bushes next to them swayed.

Feng Baobao came out carrying a gleaming entrenching tool.

Her clothes were covered in fresh mud and grass clippings, and her face was smeared with black ash. She looked as if she had just come back from working in the fields.

She walked up to the three of them, held out a dirty hand, made a big "OK" sign, and reported to the leader with a serious expression: "They're all buried, only their heads are sticking out, they can't escape."

Yan Sen, Xu Si, and Ding Shian all twitched their eyes involuntarily when they saw her like this.

If you lose a fight with Ding Shian, you'll just break a few bones and pass out, and that'll be the end of it. At least you'll get a quick death.

But going up against this woman...

Imagine you're fully focused on preparing to ambush someone, when suddenly you feel a gust of wind behind you and are knocked unconscious with a shovel.

When you wake up again, you find yourself planted in the ground like a radish, unable to move. The woman who buried you is squatting beside you, humming an unknown folk song, and playing whack-a-mole with your exposed head using a shovel...

Anyone would be devastated by this, right? Anyone with a slightly fragile mind would probably be traumatized for life, and would wet their pants whenever they see a shovel for the rest of their lives.

"So, Wood, have you found the right one yet?" Xu Si took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and was about to light one when he remembered Yan Sen's warning and reluctantly put it back, only able to smoke it dry.

You can rest assured that I can handle things well.

Yan Sen leaped off the rock and dusted off his hands.

He opened his palm, and wisps of golden energy swirled like serpents at his fingertips. It wasn't the protective golden light of the Golden Light Mantra, but rather a much heavier, more ancient energy from the earth's veins.

"I've already reorganized the ley lines of the front mountain. Even if that little devil has extraordinary abilities, he can't do anything to the mountainside." Yan Sen pointed to the mountain peak shrouded in dark clouds above. "The real culprit is right here by Tianchi Lake. That's the 'eye' of the dragon vein, and it's the only place where he can still turn the tables."

Yan Sen slammed his hands together and pulled them outwards.

"Buzz—"

The wisp of earth vein energy in Yan Sen's palm was instantly stretched into countless golden threads as thin as hair. With a flick of his wrist, Yan Sen sent those golden threads flying toward Xu Si, Feng Baobao, and Ding Shian as if they were alive. The moment they touched the three of them, they merged directly into their skin and disappeared.

"What is this?" Xu Si touched his face, but didn't feel any change.

"Lichen".

Yan Sen explained, a sly glint in his eyes, "This layer of Qi can perfectly conceal your human scent and otherworldly aura. Otherwise, given that wolf immortal's timid, cautious, and suspicious nature, it would have run away before we even got close, just by smelling us."

After saying that, Yan Sen glanced at the cigarette in Xu Si's mouth and glared at him: "Brother Xu Si, from now on, put your cigarette away. You're not allowed to smoke again until this matter is over! That old man's nose is incredibly sensitive. If you keep smoking like a chimney, even the lichen can't cover up the smell on you."

"Hiss... Fine, fine, I'll listen to you. You're the boss, okay?" Xu Si said with a bitter face, reluctantly spitting out the cigarette from his mouth and even crushing it with his foot, completely giving up on the idea.

"If I were to encounter that wolf-like immortal, could I possibly give it a try first?"

Ding Shian suddenly spoke, his eyes burning with a flame called "fighting spirit".

Although he had been swatted into the ground by Hu Tianbiao's claws in the Babao Yunguang Cave, it did not dampen his confidence. Instead, it made him even more eager for this legendary creature.

To be able to fight against immortals is an opportunity that many extraordinary people would rather die for.

Yan Sen looked at Ding Shian's martial arts fanatic look and couldn't help but chuckle mischievously: "Alright, Brother Ding. As long as you can beat those 'old masters' who are already seething with anger, I definitely have no objections."

"It's a deal." Ding Shian clasped his hands in a fist salute, his expression resolute.

"Let's go! Destination: Tianchi Lake, to catch turtles!"

With a wave of his hand, Yan Sen sent the four of them flying like lightning, silently making their way to the mountaintop under the cover of the earth's energy.

......

Minamoto no Yoshitsune stood on a raised altar, looking down at the mirror-like waters of the Heavenly Pool below, his face regaining its composure.

He ignored the old wolf's sarcastic remark calling him a coward. Minamoto no Yoshitsune slowly turned around, bowed slightly to the void, and spoke with a respectful yet chilling tone: "Lord Wolf, you flatter me. Aren't we in the same boat? Didn't you also betray your homeland for something you wanted, even condescending to serve as my shikigami, a mere mortal?"

"In this world, only results matter, don't they?"

"Hehehe... Well said! Whoever feeds you is your mother, whoever feeds you is your father! I love your shamelessness, Grandpa!"

As the shrill sound faded, a black wave receded from the depths of the forest like a tide.

Then, something truly chilling happened.

"Shh..."

Suddenly, figures dressed in hunting robes appeared out of nowhere in the previously deserted forest.

One, two, ten... a total of fifty!

Although these people also wore hunting robes, most of them were made of rough materials and were unadorned, clearly indicating that their status was far inferior to Minamoto no Yoshitsune's. However, each of them exuded a cold, deathly aura, like demons crawling out of hell.

This is the real reason why Minamoto no Yoshitsune dared to run wild in the Northeast, a land teeming with hidden talents!

The Long brothers and the Quanxing are nothing but cannon fodder used to attract attention.

This team of fifty elite Onmyoji was his trump card.

"Greetings, Lord Yin Yang! Greetings, Lord Deity!"

The higher-ranking Onmyoji quickly stepped forward, knelt on both knees, touched the ground with both palms, and slammed their foreheads heavily against the cold rock, performing an extremely solemn double bow.

"As you instructed, all those who infiltrated this land in batches, including four assistants, six senior officials, six subordinates, and thirty-four Yin-Yang practitioners, have assembled here!"

As Minamoto no Yoshitsune looked at the force before him that was completely obedient to him, a glint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.

"Please rise, everyone."

Minamoto no Yoshitsune straightened up, opened his arms as if to embrace the world: "Without further ado, let's return to our positions as planned. Today, we will rewrite history, making this ancient dragon vein the cornerstone of our new world!"

"For the New World!"

Fifty Onmyoji roared in unison, their voices echoing across the empty mountaintop, carrying a chilling fervor.

Then, they swayed and quickly dispersed, heading to their respective dragon vein nodes, completely surrounding the entire Heavenly Pool.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune did not get up. He sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and pulled a gleaming wakizashi from his sleeve.

"Pfft!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the sharp blade slashed fiercely across his wrist.

Blood gushed out, instantly staining the rocks beneath him red.

However, Minamoto no Yoshitsune showed no pain on his face; instead, his expression was filled with a twisted pleasure. As the blood flowed, his face grew paler, but his aura continued to rise.

Black demonic energy surged from the wound on his wrist, stopping the bleeding and healing the wound.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune knelt in his own blood, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes now completely black and eerie.

He raised his hands high, as if to embrace the whole world, then let out a roar towards the sky:

"Secret Technique - Dragon Lock!!!"

At the same time, the fifty Onmyoji surrounding the Heavenly Pool did the same. They cut their wrists, sprinkled their blood into the pool, and chanted obscure incantations.

"BOOM—!!!"

The once clear sky suddenly changed color.

Vast, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, dark clouds pressed down on the sky above Tianchi Lake, so heavy it was suffocating. A blinding bolt of lightning tore through the sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder, illuminating the entire mountaintop and the four faces in the distant woods who were looking up at the sky.

Standing at the very front, Yan Sen looked at the sky filled with thunder and the churning black clouds. Instead of panicking, he smiled.

"If you can be a thief for a thousand days, how can you guard against thieves for a thousand days?"

Yan Sen pulled out an old Nokia from his pocket; the screen's glow was no match for the brightness of his cyan-gold pupils.

"If we're going to make the arrests, we should wait until everyone is present. Otherwise, if one or two escape, it will cause trouble later."

He pressed the dial button and said calmly into the phone:

"Uncle Gao, the fish has taken the bait, and it's very fat."

"Let's close the net."

On the other end of the phone, it seemed as if a long-suppressed tiger's roar could be heard.