It all started with one person becoming a shaman, but the Stand user...

He was only half telling the truth.

His master in the auditorium was a pitiful soul.

So weak that only a wisp of soul remained, held together only by the array left behind by that unknown old Taoist priest.

The seal is now like a candle in the wind; even if it doesn't move, it probably won't last more than a few years.

The cycle of birth and death is the fundamental principle of human existence; with his limited cultivation, he lacks the ability to reverse yin and yang.

But at the very least, one shouldn't kick someone when they're down.

Besides, that seal was something he couldn't understand.

Upon hearing this, the village chief immediately became concerned, smacked his lips for a moment, and remained silent.

The villagers had been wondering about this because of the unusual noises coming from the hall over the years.

He then thought of asking a favor from an acquaintance to have this young man, whom he had watched grow up and who now had a reputation as a "semi-divine being" in the village, perform a "breakthrough" for free.

If it turns out to be this troublesome...

It doesn't have much of an impact; it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

"Sigh... alright then."

The village chief finally sighed and rubbed his face with his rough hands:

"Just like you mentioned before, I'll talk to everyone about it and see if we can raise some money to fix up that shabby hall. From now on, we'll hold all the weddings, funerals, meetings, and chats in the village there. With more people and more positive energy, maybe we can suppress the negative energy."

"Eh."

Qinghe Miao readily agreed.

This will also help relieve his master's boredom and prevent him from overthinking.

In the world of "Under One Person", cultivating both body and spirit is a very important statistic.

Without sufficient cultivation, she still dared to entertain the idea of ​​killing people to extract their souls for cultivation or seizing bodies for rebirth with her meager skills.

It's purely because I've read too many stories about people during their lifetimes.

If Qinghe Miao hadn't been so kind and lenient, he would still be a novice with a lack of experience.

They would have killed him long ago.

Now that everything had been explained, Qinghe Miao took a sip of the scalding hot water, moistened her lips, and put it back on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed).

LOL, it's too hot to drink right now.

After greeting the elders in the room, I turned around, lifted the curtain, and went into the room opposite.

The family members were all gathered in that room chatting, but at that moment the room was empty.

During this time, if no one disturbs him, this space belongs to him alone.

Upon entering, you are greeted by a wooden statue with a kind face, standing quietly on a simple table against the wall.

He slammed the door shut behind him, shutting out the noise from the other side.

He walked to the table first, skillfully took out three incense sticks, lit them with the oil lamp, and the smoke rose gently.

He held the incense stick in his hand, respectfully raised it above his head, silently recited a few words in his heart, and then steadily inserted the incense stick into the rough porcelain bowl filled with incense ash on the table.

Chapter 4 Beef Kway Teow

After doing all this, Qinghemiao turned around, took off her shoes, and jumped onto the warm kang (heated brick bed).

A calico cat, who was curled up in a ball on the kang (a heated brick bed), was startled. It lazily opened one of its amber eyes and glanced at him disdainfully, its eyes full of "a mortal disturbing my peaceful dreams."

Then it arched its back and stretched its front paws upwards, forming a long "cat strip".

Then, with elegant and aloof steps, she lightly jumped onto the windowsill and disappeared into the gap in the curtains, disappearing somewhere unnoticed.

Qinghe Miao was already used to his cat master's attitude.

Cats in the countryside are especially wild; they eat anything and ordinary creatures cannot get close to them.

He sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), and with a slight thought, a golden light screen that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

【Name: Qinghe Miao】

Race: Human

[Level: 9]

[Reputation: Miaotaizitun 335/500 (Somewhat well-known)]

[Status: Forgetful, Stiff, Murderous]

[Talent: All things return to their origin, hedgehog affinity]

【Equipment: Sub-aerial miasma, Standard Martial King Whip, Standard Civil King Drum】

Stand: Chili Pepper, Survivor, Metal Products, Sub-space Miasma

[Instance: None]

[Skills: General Literature (Proficient), General History (Proficient), Basic Science (Proficient), Table Formatting (Proficient), Short Whip Maneuvering (Beginner), Single Drum Playing (Proficient), Slang and Folk Songs (Master), Bai-style Traditional Chinese Medicine (Beginner)]

[Techniques: Helper's Technique (Mastery), King Wen's Drum (Beginner), King Wu's Whip (Beginner)]

[Destructive Power] 23

[Speed] 19

[Sustainability] 25

[Range] 11

[Precision Operation] 9

That's right, Qinghe Miao is unsurprisingly a time traveler.

And this is the legendary system interface that only the protagonist can see.

Before crossing the border, he was a native child of this black soil outside the Great Wall.

After graduating from university, no one could foresee his future prospects better than the locals. After much hesitation, he bought a train ticket south and left his hometown.

They went to several cities in the south to make a living.

This went on for over a decade.

His final memory is of the night before he traveled through time.

I remember working late again that day. The entire office building was empty, and even the cleaning lady had already gone home.

On the table was a meal that had just been delivered.

He was planning to take a break during dinner and breathed a sigh of relief.

I skillfully opened a web game I often play on the computer, and stretched my fingers, which were a bit stiff from typing for a long time.

The boss was in a good mood that day for some reason and temporarily increased the employees' meal allowance.

Instead of giving out cash, we'll treat everyone to a more expensive local specialty beef rice noodle bento for lunch.

As a northerner, he tried a few bites and thought the taste was alright.

But looking at the sticky soup in the bowl, the rice noodles soaking in it, and the bright green vegetable leaves mixed in, the more I looked at it, the more it resembled cattle fodder, and my appetite immediately decreased by more than half.

This dinner was a small compensation and comfort for his stomach.

Finally, I can eat something that suits my taste.

As the saying goes, people are cheap when they leave their hometown, and this is not an isolated case.

In the first few years of wandering around, he couldn't get used to the food or the accommodations. He couldn't sleep at night, and when he crawled into bed, he always felt that everything was damp.

He still only vaguely understands some of the dialects he has heard for over a decade.

Occasionally, they may encounter some overt or covert regional teasing and discrimination.

To be honest, he really missed home during those years.

He glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer and shook his head.

Alright, enough with the sentimental musings. I still have work to do, otherwise I'll probably be up until the wee hours again tonight.

He reached for the slightly cooled, pre-arranged meal next to him, intending to eat it while playing games.

The moment his fingertips touched the edge of the plastic lunchbox, an overwhelming and heavy drowsiness swept over him without warning, as if an invisible stone had suddenly pressed down on his consciousness.

His eyelids felt incredibly heavy. He figured it was probably from working overtime for days on end, so he decided to take a nap.

He even instinctively pushed the keyboard and the food he had just put together forward, then collapsed onto the cold desk, utterly exhausted, and instantly sank into a dreamless darkness.

His heart soon stopped beating, making him one of the many who die suddenly.

Outside the office building, the city lights blaze, and people continue to sing and dance.

The night in the room remained quiet.

But shortly after his heart stopped beating, the computer screen, which was still loading a web game, suddenly flickered.

It then transformed into a distorted and chaotic patch of colorful snowflakes, emitting a buzzing electrical noise.

Immediately afterwards, a point of golden light burst forth from the center of the screen, rapidly expanding and solidifying.

It was actually a strangely shaped phantom arrow!

The arrow shaft is mostly dark gold, and the tip is decorated with intricate and strange insect-shaped patterns.

It seemed to come alive, crawling out of the computer screen and transforming into a solid, three-dimensional form.

The arrow, like a newly awakened snake, slightly changed direction and aimed at the hand that lay limp on the table due to death.

The next moment, it shot down silently and accurately pierced the back of his hand!

There was no bleeding, no wound.

The arrow seemed to merge into a phantom, rapidly traveling upwards along the contours of the arm.

As it passed through, faint golden light flowed beneath the skin, eventually disappearing completely into the side of the neck.

The broken image on the screen also subsided, and the game interface returned to its static state.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

When he regained consciousness, he heard his own loud but unfamiliar cries, and saw swaying, blurry faces and a dimly lit roof beam.

He was named "Qingmiao," and according to the family genealogy, his generation was ranked up to the character "He."

Thus, it came to its current name—Qinghe Miao.

As for the origin of the golden finger he had possessed since childhood, he had his own guesses.

Because the system interface that only he could see, whether it was the layout, the font, or the rough yet somewhat magical aesthetic, was exactly the same as the monster-fighting and leveling-up web game he used to play in his previous life.

In that era, web-based games were already a relic of the past, rarely attracting any interest.

There are two main reasons why he became a regular player of that game.

First, logging in is extremely simple; you can grind it out over time without spending money, which is perfect for office workers like him who can only relax in short bursts of free time.

Secondly, this game does have some interesting aspects.

It's a real hodgepodge, wildly blending various anime and manga settings.

For example, the first 15 skills of the game characters are all taken from a work called "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure".

In addition to the initial basic "Substitute" given to players, players will have a chance to randomly draw a "Substitute" every three levels they level up.

And use the corresponding powerful skills accordingly.

As for other skills, they can be obtained randomly by venturing into various dungeons, completing quests, and defeating monsters.

Having transmigrated and inherited the game system, Qinghe Miao naturally brought this mechanism with him.