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

Tianjin Binhai International Airport, Terminal 2.

As Yan Sen surged out of the gate with the crowd, before he could even feel the unique humid and hot monsoon of Tianjin, his Nokia phone in his pocket started vibrating like a death knell.

"Hey, Dad. Oh, right, I just landed, my heels haven't even settled yet."

Yan Sen slung his canvas bag over his shoulder, dodging several business people rushing by with their suitcases, and casually said into the phone, "Rainbow Garden, right? Okay, no need for you to worry about it. By the way, where's my mom? Let her answer the phone; I have important things to report."

"Damn it! You little brat!" Yan Que's voice instantly rose eight octaves on the other end of the phone. The background noise of clattering mahjong tiles indicated he was at a mahjong game. "Use and then throw away? You were all all swaggering when you asked for our house address, and now you're calling your mother? Let me tell you, I've already rented that house out! Sleep under a bridge if you want, sleep on the street if you want!"

"Snapped!"

"Oh my goodness! Whose girl is this so pretty! Quick, quick, let's get the two of bamboo together!"

Yan Que's cursing stopped abruptly with a crisp sound from the other end of the phone. The profanities that were about to spill out instantly turned into flattering praises in a Shaanxi accent.

Well, no need to guess, it must be my mom who's arrived.

"Son, don't listen to your dad's nonsense. He just lost a lot of money earlier." Zhuge Ning's voice came through the receiver, carrying a gentle warmth that made Yan Sen feel cozy. "I've taken care of your anger from when your dad scolded you. You can relax and enjoy yourself in Tianjin. The house keys are with the property management. I heard you've made some good friends? That's great. There's lots of good food in Tianjin. Don't be stingy. I just transferred 500,000 yuan to your account. We can eat and live on our own, so we can be assertive when interacting with others. Remember to treat them to something nice. But remember, be careful when dealing with those people at the company. Don't let them take advantage of you and then help you count the money..."

"I know, Mom. Don't worry, I'll only sell the other people's portions. When I have time, I'll take them home for a few days." Yan Sen agreed with a smile. The fatigue from fighting the Japanese on the top of Changbai Mountain dissipated in these rambling, everyday words.

The mother and son chatted for a while longer before hanging up the phone.

Yan Sen put his phone in his pocket and glanced at it.

The arrivals area was bustling with people, all holding up various signs and jostling together.

But in Yan Sen's eyes, the masses of people coming and going were like the background in a black and white silent film, except for that white-haired youth leaning against the railing with a nonchalant look, who shone like a 100-watt light bulb.

"Wood! Here!"

Xu Si saw Yan Sen from a great distance.

It's simply because this kid is too eye-catching.

Among a group of travelers dressed in suits or casual clothes, Yan Sen wore a black short-sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled up high, cloth shoes with thick soles, and a faded canvas bag slung across his shoulder.

His messy long hair was casually tied up in a bun at the back of his head. He didn't look like someone who was here to catch a flight; he looked more like a young Taoist priest who had just returned from a wandering in the deep mountains and forests.

But this guy has no manners. He walks with a swaying gait, his chin slightly raised, and the laziness and arrogance that emanate from his bones make him look like he's all that.

"Here you are." Yan Sen waved with a smile.

Besides Xu Si, the person who came to pick him up was a slovenly girl who was squatting next to a pillar, intently staring at a GG flyer in her hand.

Feng Baobao seemed to sense something, raised her head, and her clear, bright eyes lit up almost imperceptibly when she saw Yan Sen. Then she raised her hand and silently made a "V" sign.

Yan Sen was secretly pleased and quickly walked towards the two of them.

Just as he turned a corner, preparing to cross the crowd to join them.

"Bang!"

My left shoulder suddenly felt heavy, as if someone had deliberately bumped into me hard.

Yan Sen's lower body was so stable that he didn't even sway. On the contrary, the person who bumped into him cried out "Ouch!" and fell back a few steps in an exaggerated manner.

Yan Sen stopped and turned his head to look.

A short, stout man, barely over 1.6 meters tall but with a wide, horizontally developed build, was clutching his shoulder, grimacing in pain. He had very distinctive features: his head was an inverted triangle, and his neck was so short it was almost invisible, making him look like a sentient water vat.

Before Yan Sen could even speak, the short, fat man exploded.

"Hey! Can't you watch where you're going?!"

The short, stout man spoke with a distinctly Tianjin accent, and his arrogant and domineering manner instantly drew the attention of those around him. "Hey you! You little bully! You think you can just run away after bumping into someone? Don't you even bother to ask around? Who do you think you are?!"

As the short, fat man shouted, two more accomplices immediately emerged from the crowd.

One had a buzz cut and wore a pair of huge metal hoop earrings that jingled as he walked; the other had a slicked-back hairstyle and a thick gold chain around his neck, looking like a nouveau riche.

The three of them standing there were practically the embodiment of the phrase "crooked melons and cracked dates".

Liu Fang, with his buzz cut, darted in front of Yan Sen, spreading his arms to block his way. His large earrings made Yan Sen dizzy. "Little bastard, what are you pretending for? Didn't you hear what Su Su was saying? Look at the damage my brother caused you. If you break these, can you afford to pay for them?"

Guan Ling'er, with her slicked-back hair, was even more dramatic. She grabbed the short, fat man named Zhang Cai and started yelling at the passersby, "They're beating people! They're beating people! This little devil from out of town is going to run away after beating people! Is there no law anymore?!"

The commotion was so loud that passersby stopped to watch.

People from Tianjin are known for their love of watching excitement, but while they enjoy the spectacle, they always have their own sense of right and wrong.

In the crowd, an old man carrying a shopping basket pushed up his reading glasses, and after recognizing the three men, he couldn't help but explain to the person next to him, "Hey, don't worry about this. These three seem to be repeat offenders. They're childhood friends who grew up by the Haihe River. The one who looks like a little earthenware pot is called Zhang Cai. He's always been like this since he was a kid, always stealing chickens and dogs and not doing anything productive. His father is furious."

Zhang Cai, with his sharp ears, immediately objected upon hearing this. He stopped clutching his shoulder, turned to the old man, and yelled, "Who the hell has such a long tongue? Didn't you see I'm injured? My arm is almost gone, you know? If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll show you what a real scoundrel looks like, you believe me?"

"Pfft."

Yan Sen couldn't help but burst out laughing.

All three of them possess a strong sense of Qi, and they are genuine insiders.

How could a person of extraordinary ability, possessing power far exceeding that of ordinary people, actually resort to forming a group to stage accidents at the airport entrance?

The style of this scene is just so incongruous. And the moment these three open their mouths, it's like a group stand-up comedy routine. Combined with their comical appearances, it's really hard to hate them; you just find it absurd.

"Laughing? You're still laughing?!"

Seeing that Yan Sen was not only unafraid but also amused, Zhang Cai felt insulted. He rolled up his sleeves and said fiercely, "Kid, this isn't over yet! You know my arm's broken, honey? If you're short two thousand yuan, I'll call Officer Su Su to settle this!"

"Officer?"

A lazy voice came from behind Yan Sen.

Xu Si, a cigarette tucked behind his ear, hands in his pockets, swaggered over with Feng Baobao. He glanced at the three clowns, his eyes full of mockery: "So what do you guys want to do? Tell me."

As Xu Si spoke, he kept winking at Yan Sen, his tone full of teasing.

When Zhang Cai saw that the other side had reinforcements, he not only didn't back down, but became even more excited.

He sized Xu Si up and down, seeing that the other man also had a carefree and irresponsible demeanor, and assumed he was one of them. He then made an outrageous demand: "What do you say? Settle this privately! Give Su Su two thousand yuan to buy some nutritional supplements, and we'll call it even! Otherwise… hmph!"

"Two thousand? Is your meat made of gold?" Xu Si laughed.

Without wasting words, he slowly pulled a blue-edged, white-background work ID from his inner pocket and hung it around his neck. The words "Nadutong Express Company" and the stamp on the ID were clearly visible.

Xu Si puffed out his chest, his face displaying the imposing expression of a modern-day Bao Zheng, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you here, and why do you dare to accuse me?"

"It...it connects to everywhere?!"

Zhang Cai's beady eyes widened instantly, and his previous arrogance deflated like a punctured balloon.

If you were an ordinary person, you probably wouldn't know what "Na Du Tong" is; you'd probably just think it's a delivery service.

But for Zhang Cai and his two companions who mingled in the world of supernatural beings, those three words carried more weight than his father's words!

"Brother... my dear brother..."

Zhang Cai's legs began to cramp, and sweat streamed down his triangular chin. He flung away Guan Ling'er, who was supporting him, and forced a fawning smile that looked more like a grimace, bowing and scraping as he said, "Misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding! You've come from afar, friend, don't let us spoil your enjoyment! Did you not see that we three brothers are now the youngest? We were wrong! We were really wrong!"

Liu Fang and Guan Ling'er, who were standing nearby, were also quite frightened.

You can't blame them for that. Who would have thought that this scruffy-looking kid would actually have connections with everyone?

"Please don't be like that. Aren't you my grandfather? You're my great-grandfather. And these two must be my second and third grandfathers, right?" Xu Si pointed to the documents, a half-smile on his face.

"No, no, no! You're the one who's like a grandfather, like a savior! The three of us are like filthy hooligans! We're like stinking dog shit!" Zhang Cai said, slapping himself hard across the face. "I was blind to your greatness! Get out of here! Get out of here!"

After saying that, the three of them exchanged a glance, turned around in perfect unison, pushed through the crowd, and took off running. Their speed and agility were far superior to when they were trying to stage an accident earlier; they disappeared into the crowd in a few swift movements.

Yan Sen watched the three figures fleeing in disarray, then glanced at the badge dangling from Xu Si's chest, and couldn't help but tease, "Fourth Brother, what's going on here? Are you giving me a hard time? This welcome ceremony is quite special."

"Stop talking nonsense." Xu Si stuffed his ID back into his clothes and casually stopped Feng Baobao, who was about to pull out a shovel from her pocket to chase after someone. "Stop babbling and hurry up. My old man heard you were coming and personally cooked a nice meal. If you're late, he'll be unhappy, and if he's unhappy, I'll be in trouble too."

"The old man is cooking himself?" Yan Sen raised an eyebrow, having already made up his mind.

Who is Xu Xiang? He's the head of the North China region, a veteran in the world of supernatural beings. For him to personally cook for us is a huge honor, and it also indicates that the matter to be discussed is likely quite significant.

"Alright, let's hurry up and go." Yan Sen tightened his backpack strap. "I'm hungry too, let's try Master Xu's cooking."

The two chatted and laughed as they led Feng Baobao away from the airport terminal.

A group of onlookers were left staring at each other, still reeling from the farce that had just unfolded.

"Hey, I'm saying," the old man carrying the suitcase scratched his head, puzzled, "those three little rascals, usually as fierce as crabs, why did they run away as soon as they saw that delivery guy's badge today? Is this 'All-Access' a legitimate organization?"

A young man in a security guard uniform standing nearby thought for a moment, then said with a serious expression, "Probably. When I'm on night duty, I always see their car driving all over the city, sometimes even into the middle of nowhere. I guess... they're not delivering ordinary packages, it must be quite tiring."

The old man nodded in deep agreement: "That's true, young people these days have it tough."