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

On the altar.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune's face, which was already deathly pale, turned a deep liver color due to extreme anger and terror.

He gripped the bat-shaped fan tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white, and the groaning of the fan ribs could even be heard as they succumbed to the weight.

In just a few breaths, he sensed that the marks he had left on his four trusted aides were going out one after another, like candles blown out by a strong wind.

The extinguishing of the mark can signify not only death in battle, but also being ambushed, causing them to suddenly lose consciousness.

But regardless of the current situation, it means that their four top-tier Onmyoji, who are protected by shikigami and can roam freely in the world of Onmyoji in Japan, were killed like chickens before they could even touch the hem of that boy's clothes.

"Baka! Baka! You're all useless! A bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Enraged, Minamoto no Yoshitsune felt a mouthful of blood rise to his throat, but he swallowed it back down.

He couldn't understand how his foolproof plan, which he had meticulously planned for years, supported by the elites of the Nine Chrysanthemums Sect with the full strength of his clan, along with the various "mercenaries" of the Quanxing Sect and the blessing of that local immortal, could have collapsed so easily.

Looking down at the surging sea of ​​clouds, a mad, resolute glint flashed in Minamoto no Yoshitsune's eyes.

If I can't have it, then I'll destroy it! No one else can have it either!

"You think you can beat me? Dream on! Even if I die, I'll drag you bunch of pigs and dogs down to hell with me!"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune bit his tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the central point of the altar. He formed an extremely bizarre and twisted hand seal, roaring fiercely, "Let's shatter together!!"

He intended to forcibly extract the life force and Qi of the remaining forty-six Yin-Yang Masters lurking around Tianchi, then gather it into himself, and summon the thunder from the heavens to turn the summit of Changbai Mountain, along with that terrifying youth, into ashes!

Only in this way can he survive!

However, the immense energy that was expected did not surge forth as Minamoto no Yoshitsune had anticipated.

......

The perspective shifts to a point about five meters underground.

This dark, damp underground world, filled with the earthy smell of soil, has now become Ding Shian's domain.

This martial arts fanatic, known for his mastery of "a hundred arts," is currently displaying his skillful "Earth Immortal" techniques.

He moved swiftly between the hard rocks and frozen soil, as smooth as a fish swimming in the deep sea. The thin layer of light pushed aside the soil, leaving it untouched by any dust.

In his radar-like perception, the Onmyoji on the ground who were concentrating on maintaining the formation were like bright light bulbs in the dark, their positions clearly discernible.

"It's you."

Ding Shian stealthily approached the feet of a high-ranking Onmyoji. This guy had his eyes closed and was muttering incantations, trying to respond to Minamoto no Yoshitsune's summons.

Ding Shian's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the other person's ankles.

"Get down here!"

"ah--!"

The Onmyoji only had time to let out a short cry of surprise before he vanished from the ground like an antelope swallowed by a swamp, leaving behind only a dark crater.

In another hidden depression a few dozen meters away.

Feng Baobao was squatting next to an "exit" that Ding Shian had dug in advance. She was holding an entrenching tool in her hand, her big eyes fixed on the hole, just like an old farmer waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump.

"puff!"

With dirt flying everywhere, Ding Shian violently threw an Onmyoji, whose face was filled with terror and whose neck was red from lack of oxygen, out of the ground.

The poor guy had just taken a breath of fresh air and hadn't even had a chance to see his surroundings when his vision was filled by an enlarged shovel.

"Hey!"

Feng Baobao remained expressionless as she scooped up her shovel.

"clang!"

A crisp, pleasant sound, like the dull thud of hitting a ripe watermelon.

The Onmyoji didn't even utter a sound, rolled his eyes, and collapsed limply to the ground.

Feng Baobao's next move was so skillful it was outrageous. She threw away the shovel, pulled out a rope from her backpack, and quickly tied the person into a standard rice dumpling shape. She even thoughtfully tied a bow at the knot.

The entire collaboration between Ding Shian and Feng Baobao was smooth and seamless, as if they were not on a battlefield of life and death, but performing a tedious but efficient task on an automated assembly line.

One, two, ten...

All forty-six Onmyoji disappeared from Minamoto no Yoshitsune's perception at an astonishing speed.

......

And this moment.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune was still desperately urging his magic, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat mixed with blood flowing down, soaking his expensive hunting robe.

"What's going on? Why? Where's my Qi? Where's my Qi?!"

He was horrified to discover that the power that should have been flowing continuously was now like a tap that had stopped running, dripping less and less until it was completely exhausted.

"Snap! Snap... Snap..."

Although the dark clouds overhead were still churning violently and the thunder was deafening, the lightning bolt, which was powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, seemed to be constipated and stuck in the clouds, unable to strike.

The feeling of having delicious food right in front of him, but being unable to eat it, drove Minamoto no Yoshitsune to the brink of madness.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Just then, a series of unhurried footsteps pierced through the gaps in the thunder and clearly reached Minamoto no Yoshitsune's ears.

The sound wasn't loud, but each thud felt like a footstep on his heart.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune suddenly looked up.

The boy he hated to the core was walking leisurely up the steps to the altar, his hands in his pockets.

Occasionally, a few thin arcs of electricity would appear out of nowhere in the air, striking the boy with a chilling aura.

But whenever the electric arc gets within three feet of him, a thick, ancient, golden light with an earthy yellow halo automatically appears.

Spleen Earth Golden Light · Buzhou Mountain.

The violent arcs of electricity struck the golden light, but they were like mud oxen entering the sea, not even causing a ripple, before being silently swallowed and transformed.

Above, dark clouds loomed over the city, and lightning crackled wildly—a scene of impending doom. Below, a silent capture was taking place. And around the altar, there was an eerie, deathly silence.

Only the sound of Yan Sen's footsteps and Minamoto no Yoshitsune's heavy, bellows-like breathing could be heard.

Finally, Yan Sen climbed the last step.

He stood before Minamoto no Yoshitsune, looking down at this once arrogant man with the yin-yang hairstyle.

At this moment, Minamoto no Yoshitsune was like a stray dog, slumped on the ground, his hands still in that ridiculous hand seal posture, his eyes filled with despair and disbelief.

Yan Sen bent down slightly, a faint, sarcastic smile on his young face.

He held up one finger and pointed to the dark cloud overhead that was only making thunder but not rain, his tone light as if he were chatting with a neighbor:

"Dude, don't bother."

"It seems you owe electricity bills."

Yan Sen paused, took out a coin from his pocket, flicked it with his finger, and the coin landed in front of Minamoto no Yoshitsune with a "clink".

"How about you renew your subscription? I think Lei is feeling pretty uncomfortable."

humiliation.

Naked humiliation.

"It's you?!"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune stared intently at Yan Sen, his pupils dilating violently.

He recognized the aura. The person in front of him was the culprit who had remotely disabled his curse technique and caused him to suffer from the reverse flow of his meridians!

The combination of old and new grudges instantly overwhelmed his reason.

"I am the noble Minamoto clan! I am a nobleman descended from the Heian period! How could I possibly lose to someone as lowly as you..."

Yoshitsune roared, disregarding his already exhausted body, and forcibly burned his last bit of innate Qi, trying to draw out the remaining charge nearby, wanting to rush forward and perish together with Yan Sen.

"You damn bastard!"

"Bang!"

A dull thud of flesh colliding with flesh interrupted his tragic declaration.

Yan Sen didn't listen to his nonsense at all, and didn't even take his hand out of his pocket.

He simply, roughly, and extremely perfunctorily lifted the sneaker that was covered in mud and kicked it squarely in Minamoto no Yoshitsune's proud, handsome face.

There were no fancy spells involved, just pure physical attacks. This kick was driven entirely by personal grudges, not by any ulterior motives.

"puff--!"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune flew through the air like a kite with a broken string, tracing a tragic parabola before crashing into a pile of rubble a dozen meters away, accompanied by a few flying teeth and a cloud of blood.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Yan Sen withdrew his foot and rubbed the sole of his shoe on the steps in disgust.

Then, he slowly walked to the highest point of the altar.

This is the largest "feng shui node" on the entire Changbai Mountain dragon vein, and it was also the core location that Minamoto no Yoshitsune used to lock the dragon.

Yan Sen took a deep breath, and the Qi of the spleen (earth) and liver (wood) within his body circulated wildly, creating a strange resonance with the dormant volcano beneath his feet.

He slowly lifted his right foot, and then—

He stomped his foot hard!

"BOOM—!!!"

A visible golden ripple spread outwards from the soles of Yan Sen's feet.

That was not a destructive force, but a guiding and appeasing force; it was the "general trend" of restoring order.

The earth's energy, which had been thrown into chaos by Minamoto no Yoshitsune, quickly returned to its proper place with this stomp.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling golden light shot straight into the sky from the altar, like a sharp sword, piercing fiercely into the thick dark clouds.

Stab it--!

The churning black clouds were torn open by this force, creating a huge crack.

The sunlight that was originally blocked now poured down like a waterfall through the gap.

The beam of light shone directly and precisely on Yan Sen.

He slowly turned around in the pillar of light, his clothes fluttering in the wind, golden light flowing around him, and behind him the rapidly dissipating gloom and thunder.

At that moment, he was like a god descending to earth.

Not far away, Xu Si, who had just dealt with a few escapees, was holding a cigarette and preparing to light it.

Upon seeing this, the lighter in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"Holy crap..."

Xu Si stared dumbfounded at the figure bathed in holy light, then subconsciously took out his phone and snapped a series of photos of Yan Sen.

"Damn, this kid's a real show-off... I'll have to learn a few tricks from him later!"

And in the pile of rubble.

Minamoto no Yoshitsune's face was covered in blood, and his hunting robe was tattered. He struggled to his feet, and looking at this miraculous scene before him, the light in his eyes shattered completely.

But he still refused to admit defeat.

He still has one last trump card!

With trembling hands, Minamoto no Yoshitsune pulled out a pitch-black talisman from his robes. It was the proof of the contract he had signed with the local deity.

Ignoring the pain, he bit his finger, smeared the blood on the talisman, and shook his head like a madman, chanting incantations and hand seals:

"Please welcome! The true spirit of Changbai Mountain! The Great Immortal Bei Laonian! Possess me!!!"

His desperate roar echoed across the empty mountaintop.

however.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The air froze, and the wind howled like cranes.

Apart from a few startled crows cawing overhead, nothing else happened.

There was no evil wind, no black mist, and no powerful immortal who had promised to protect him.

Only that talisman paper drifted alone in the wind, like a piece of waste paper.

"How...how could this be..."

Minamoto no Yoshitsune stared blankly at the talisman, as if his spine had been removed, and collapsed to the ground.

"Stop shouting."

Yan Sen's voice drifted down from above, carrying a hint of pity, but more so a chilling, mocking tone.

He stood in the light, looking down at Minamoto no Yoshitsune in the shadows, and said casually:

"That old wolf, seeing things were going wrong, had already run away."

"You've been tricked by a beast, Lord Gen~"

"puff--"

Minamoto no Yoshitsune slowly raised his head in despair, tears streaming down his cheeks, washing away the grime on his face and leaving two clean tear tracks. A spurt of blood gushed from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground, his fate unknown.