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

Yan Que was taken aback when he heard his son's words. Then, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He reached out and vigorously ruffled Yan Sen's messy, bird's nest-like hair, making it look even more like a bird's nest.

"Throw it away? Son, what kind of person do you think your father is?" Yan Que said with a laugh.

"Why would you spit out a piece of meat that's already in your mouth? Besides, do you think you'll be fine just because you throw it away now? Since that evil cultivator can raise this thing, he must have a way to track it. If we take the jade, he'll only chase us; if we throw the jade away, he'll still come back to kill us after he finds it. Do you think he'll let two people who have seen his treasure go?"

Yan Sen thought about it and it seemed to make sense.

The martial arts world isn't a dinner party; eliminating enemies at the root is the basic operation.

"What should we do? Carrying this thing on my person is like carrying a time bomb." Yan Sen was a little worried.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Yan Que tucked the wrapped jade into his bosom again, looking completely unconcerned.

"What is meant to be will be. If it is meant to be, there is no escaping it. When soldiers come, we will meet them head-on; when water comes, we will dam it. If he dares to come, we must be prepared to leave our lives behind."

Yan Sen stopped dwelling on the issue. He looked down at his small hand, then at the jade that Yan Que had hidden, and a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"Father," Yan Sen asked tentatively.

"Just now... I think I was able to absorb the black energy from that piece of jade."

"Hmm?" Yan Que raised an eyebrow.

"When I used the [All Things Connected by Qi] to observe it, I felt that I could absorb a little bit of that black energy, and after circulating it in my body, it would become my own Qi. Although it was very little, it was more than what I could get in half a day of meditation on my own," Yan Sen shared his experience.

After these words were spoken, Yan Que was shocked.

He grabbed Yan Sen's wrist, and a gentle stream of Qi probed into his son's body and carefully circulated around.

A moment later, he released his grip, his expression becoming extremely strange—a mixture of surprise, relief, and knowing understanding.

"The 'Shaking Dragon Scripture' is actually starting to work." Yan Que murmured to himself, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

"The Shaking Dragon Scripture? Isn't that just those mystical things you make me memorize every day?" Yan Sen asked, puzzled.

He had always thought it was an ancient feng shui book similar to the "Burial Classic".

"You know nothing!" Yan Que rarely swore, and he looked at his son with an unprecedentedly serious expression.

"The 'Shaking Dragon Classic' isn't for you to choose graves and auspicious sites! It's the fundamental law passed down through a single lineage of our Yan family!"

Yan Que looked at his son and said, word by word, "There are many kinds of Qi in this world. The cultivation methods of ordinary extraordinary people usually involve using the innate Qi in their bodies to draw upon and absorb the Qi between heaven and earth, in order to integrate themselves into the world and become a part of it."

"Our lineage cultivates 'Earth Qi'! Mountains and rivers are dragons, the earth is the veins; whatever is buried underground—whether it's spiritual energy, malevolent energy, death energy, or resentment—is all part of 'Earth Qi' for us!"

"The essence of the 'Shaking Dragon Scripture' lies in the word 'shaking,' which shakes the earth's veins and transforms all energies! Your ability to absorb the malevolent energy from that jade and transform it into your own innate primordial energy is the most basic and core skill of the 'Shaking Dragon Scripture'—transforming malevolent energy into primordial energy!"

Yan Sen was completely dumbfounded.

He always thought he was practicing a support skill, but it turns out it was a top-tier technique that could "eat" experience packs?

No wonder his dad dared to keep this hot potato on him; it's not a time bomb, it's a portable power bank!

"Dad, why didn't you tell me this before?" Yan Sen was a little excited, feeling as if he had discovered a new continent.

"Tell you? How old are you? You barely have any Qi left. Would you even understand if I told you?" Yan Que rolled her eyes at him.

"You think I made you memorize those scriptures every day, and made you touch those jars and pots blindfolded so you'd become an antique dealer? I was building your foundation! I was getting you familiar with the different kinds of 'qi'! Otherwise, why do you think you could have entered the gate so quickly and transformed evil into qi?"

Yan Sen suddenly realized that his father's seemingly erratic training over the past few years had actually been intentional at every step.

Looking at the man in front of him with a full beard and wearing a tattered cloth shirt, he suddenly felt a warm current surge in his heart.

This dad, although a bit unreliable, stingy, and always sabotaging himself, really has high hopes for him.

"Father," Yan Sen said after a moment of silence, finally asking the question he had been wanting to ask.

"Tell me the truth, what is our family background? Why can't we find a place to live a good life like others, instead of running around the country like beggars?"

He had asked this question before, but Yan Que always brushed him off with nonsense like "reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles."

But after unveiling a corner of the "Shaking Dragon Scripture" today, Yan Sen feels that he is qualified to know part of the truth.

Yan Que looked at his son's clear, bright eyes, which held a stubbornness beyond his years, and remained silent for a long time.

The firelight in the dilapidated temple gradually dimmed, leaving only a few red embers stubbornly flickering.

"Living life?" Yan Que chuckled self-deprecatingly.

He pulled a still-sparkling piece of firewood from the fire and casually scribbled it on the ground.

"You think I don't want to? Let's find a beautiful place with clear waters and green mountains, buy a few acres of land, build a big house, watch you get married and have children, and I'll hold my grandson and bask in the sun every day. How comfortable would that be?"

His voice carried a hint of weariness and longing that Yan Sen had never heard before.

"But that won't work." Yan Que's tone shifted, his voice becoming deep and powerful again. "We, or rather the Yan family lineage, have always been 'ground masters' since our ancestors."

"A ground crew commander? What does that do?"

"It's from the Andes." Yan Que drew a crooked, mountain-like pattern on the ground. "You read about it in your extracurricular books before. Nowadays, people call the earth dragon's turning over 'tectonic plate movement,' right?"

Yan Sen nodded: "Yes, that's the scientific explanation."

"Science?" Yan Que scoffed. "In our line of work, so-called crustal movement is just the most superficial and insignificant manifestation of 'earth dragon turning over'."

He tapped the pattern on the ground heavily with a wooden stick: "This land is alive. Mountains are its bones, rivers are its blood vessels, and underground energy veins are its meridians. It can also get sick and angry. When the resentment, death energy, and evil energy in a place accumulate to the point that it exceeds the land's own purification capacity, the 'earth veins' here will become unstable, just like a person who has a serious illness. It will 'turn over' and try to get rid of these 'lesions'."

"When the earth dragon turns over, it manifests on the ground in various ways. At best, it causes strange diseases to frequently occur in the local area, and crops fail to grow. At worst, it causes earthquakes, landslides, and rampant plagues, as you mentioned. The purpose of us 'walking earth masters' is to find those 'lesions,' that is, the places where the Qi channels are blocked, before the 'earth dragon' completely turns over, and use our methods to clear and soothe them."

Yan Que raised his head and looked at the dark night sky outside the dilapidated temple, and said slowly, "We are not wandering, son. We are making a contribution, for this land and for its people."

Yan Sen was deeply shocked upon hearing this.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary person who grew up in Northeast China and had never experienced an earthquake.

In his deeply ingrained belief, earthquakes are natural disasters, acts of God.

But now his father is telling him that this thing can be "cured"? Is their lineage the doctors of the earth?

That instantly elevates the class!

"Then... why should we hide from others? Logically speaking, we did a good deed, shouldn't they give us a banner of appreciation?" Yan Sen was still puzzled.

"Good news?" Yan Que's expression turned somewhat sarcastic.

"In the eyes of ordinary people, those of us who can 'shake the earth's veins' are the biggest destabilizing factor. What people want is order and control. But we represent nature and the unknown. When you are different from most people, son, they don't think about how to take care of you or protect you, but about killing you. They want to kill you first and deal with the rest later."

Yan Que didn't say anything more. He threw the wooden stick in his hand into the fire, stood up, and patted the dirt off his backside.

"Alright, stop thinking about it. These things are still a long way off for you. Your task now is to practice your skills and grow up quickly. When you can independently control the feng shui of a place and set up 'killing traps' without your father having to cover for you, then I will tell you everything."

Seeing that Yan Que was unwilling to say more, Yan Sen wisely refrained from pressing further.

He knew he had heard enough secrets today.

Earth-walking master, the Dragon-shaking Classic, the Earth-stabilizing Dragon...

He felt as if a brand new door was slowly opening before him.

Outside the door lay a world far more magnificent than he had ever imagined.