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

Lu Bashan landed right in front of the hidden Qing Hemiao.

The position is perfect; how could Qinghe Miao let this opportunity slip by?

The body gathers its power and strikes with a single gesture.

"Oh!"

A heavy, muffled thud!

The punch landed squarely on Lu Bashan's head!

The immense force caused Lu Bashan's massive, mountain-like body to sway violently, stumble, and nearly drop his machete.

He let out a muffled groan, his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, and he showed obvious signs of dizziness.

[You have inflicted damage on the LV13 bandit Lu Bashan, causing him to suffer a concussion and other abnormal conditions.]

The system message confirmed the other party's identity and level.

There are still experts!?

Lu Bashan shook his head, trying to turn around in a daze to see where the attack was coming from, only to be met with another blow.

"So resilient?"

Qinghe Miao was secretly alarmed:

"Great strength does not diminish one's abilities; the ancients, Zhan Huang, carried a heavy load far and wide."

The opponent was only three levels higher than him, and without any warning, he was hit in two vital areas, yet he still didn't fall down?

There's something special about this one; it's not like those other small fry. It's worth having such a big body!

His mind raced, and he acted without hesitation.

Yura Yura Yura—!

With the help of his stand-in, Qinghe Miao unleashed a series of rapid punches, like a storm, instantly striking vital points such as the back of the neck, neck, and chest!

"Bang bang bang bang bang-!!"

A series of muffled thuds exploded inside the wooden house!

Lu Bashan had no way to defend himself. His strong body was being repeatedly hammered as if by a giant hammer, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, and his eyes bulging out.

"who……"

Finally, with a reluctant sob, its massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The machete clattered to the ground.

You have defeated the level 13 bandit Lu Bashan and gained a large amount of experience.

Qinghe Miao only stopped attacking when the system notification reappeared.

Looking at the muscular corpse on the ground, its face completely disfigured and mangled, a strong sense of nausea surged up in my throat.

"Don't vomit... Absolutely not now..."

He let out a long sigh of relief, forcibly suppressing his churning stomach, and had his stand-in pick up the thick-backed machete that Lu Bashan had dropped.

"The senses are definitely different when using a Stand to kill versus killing with your own hands."

Qinghe Miao thought to himself:

"And the efficiency with and without weapons is indeed different. Lu Bashan's reaction just now clearly showed that he 'sensed' something. A level 13 martial artist can sense the Stand's attack?"

Those at higher levels might perceive it more clearly. This boundary is too absurd. Does it mean that anyone whose mental capacity surpasses the limits of ordinary people can begin to perceive it? This is similar to the original plot; I must pay extra attention to this in the future.

Once the base's stats are high enough, the Stand that will be damaged simultaneously will become a weakness.

Be careful when releasing it for use; no wonder the system has a slot for substitutes.

At that moment, there was no time for him to continue reflecting.

Because of the commotion Lu Bashan had made earlier, a disturbance had begun to be heard outside.

Faint footsteps could be heard running this way, and someone was shouting:

"Boss? What was that sound?"

"Chief Lu? Are you alright?"

Qinghe Miao knew that he could no longer remain silent.

Controlling his double, he no longer bothered to conceal his actions, grabbed Lu Bashan's mangled corpse, pushed open the wooden door, and threw it directly onto the open ground in front of the house.

Then, the double quickly moved around, cut off the heads of the bandits' corpses that had been dealt with earlier, dragged them out of their respective rooms one by one, and threw them onto the road.

As for why Lu Bashan's body was not moved.

It's because he's a kind-hearted person, and his very nature is such that he can't bear to see bloodshed.

Before long, corpses and heads lay scattered all over the streets outside, appearing particularly grotesque and terrifying in the light of the campfire.

At the same time, Qinghe Miao had his stand-in, [Sub-Void Miasma], smash down the doors and walls of the house whose doors had been wiped off, as well as several nearby shacks that might be hiding bandits.

Wood chips and dust fell in a flurry, swirling and dancing in the firelight.

It concealed the traces of the previous use of the Stand [Subspace Miasma].

Such a commotion and the terrifying and bizarre scene before them could no longer be kept secret from anyone in the village, immediately causing even greater chaos!

"Ghost! There is a ghost!"

"The door! The door is gone!"

"The leaders! The leaders are all dead!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Smash the grenades!!"

Panic-stricken cries, chaotic footsteps, the clanging of weapons...

In an instant, the once quiet mountain village erupted into chaos!

Taking advantage of the break, Qinghe Miao took out a firework left over from the New Year from the equipment bar.

He found a relatively secluded spot on the stockade wall, stuck it up, and took out a lighter from his pocket to light the fuse.

"Sizzle—Chirp—Bang!"

A bright streak of fire shot rapidly into the sky, leaving a clear trail in the pitch-black night, before bursting into a spectacular display high above.

It was dazzling, with a touch of incongruous, festive strangeness.

Now, as long as Huang Wulang outside isn't stupid.

You should all know that this is a signal.

Although the fireworks brought a brief moment of surprise.

However, this also allowed some of the more alert bandits to react to the previous scene.

"No! It's not a ghost! An enemy has infiltrated! That was... some kind of signal!"

A scarred man brandished a knife, trying to calm his panicked accomplices:

"Stop the hell out of here! Grab the stuff, gather together! Someone's attacking the village! Don't panic!"

"Yes! Gather together! Back to back, don't be alone!"

Someone responded.

After doing all this, Qing Hemiao took advantage of the time to quietly hide in some relatively safe, shadowy places.

He controlled his avatar, wielding a machete, and hacked away wherever there were many people.

"Pfft!"

Often, a flash of light would appear from behind the crowd without warning!

As everyone looked over, they saw something flash by, and some people suffered fatal cuts, blood spurting out as they staggered and fell to the ground.

The blood pools that spread rapidly across the ground and the gradually stiffening corpses.

You have defeated a level 5 bandit and gained a small amount of experience.

You have defeated a level 7 bandit and gained experience.

You have defeated a level 5 bandit...

Congratulations! Your level has increased to level 11!

System notifications kept flashing through my mind, and the faint warmth brought by the attribute enhancement relieved the fatigue caused by the high concentration.

The survivors scurried about like headless flies, shouting and hiding, unaware of the deadly threat that was about to strike.

They died without ever seeing even half a clear image of their enemy.

The fear of the unknown even surpasses that of death itself.

Just when the will to resist within the village was almost completely destroyed, and the surviving bandits were on the verge of collapse.

"Kill them—!"

The deafening shouts of battle finally came from the direction of the village gate!

Chapter 53 Martial Arts Manual

Huang Wulang took the lead, wielding a longsword and carrying a longbow.

He led more than sixty ravenous Huang family soldiers and charged in!

They clearly had a simple understanding and quickly took control of the village gate, main passages, and important locations such as the granaries and stables that had not yet been destroyed.

Facing these visible and tangible enemies, the bandits, who were completely bewildered, breathed a sigh of relief.

Some mustered the courage to resist, while others simply threw down their weapons, knelt down, and shouted "Spare us!"

Huang Wulang directed his clansmen to split up and act.

One group cleared out the remaining enemy and tied up the prisoners, while another group quickly took control of key locations and inventoried supplies.

Seeing that the situation was settled, the shouts and screams in the village gradually subsided, leaving only the shouts of the Huangjiabao men and the wails of the prisoners.

Qinghe Miao then slowly emerged from the shadows where he had been hiding.

His face appeared somewhat pale in the firelight, and his breathing was slightly heavier than usual.

"Master!"

Huang Wulang noticed him immediately and quickly led a few trusted clansmen to greet him.

His tone was full of admiration, mixed with an indescribable sense of awe.

He didn't understand how they managed to do what happened tonight.

But no one could understand how powerful he was; the entire scene of the mountain stronghold was undoubtedly the work of this young Taoist priest.

"Master, your supernatural powers are truly astounding. Tonight has been an eye-opener for us all. Are you alright?"

"It's alright, it's just a bit tiring. Lord Huang, I'll trouble your men from now on. By the way..."

Qinghe Miao waved his hand, forcing himself to stay alert, glanced around, and frowned slightly:

"Could you please find me a cleaner chair?"

"Alright! Please wait a moment, Taoist priest!"

Huang Wulang agreed very readily, his tone even carrying a hint of respect. He immediately turned around and winked at a clever young clansman beside him.

The tribesman understood and ran away quickly.

Before long, a large wooden chair covered with the fur of an unknown animal was actually brought out from what should have been the house of Lu Bashan or some big boss.

Although the workmanship is rough, it is considered a rare "luxury" furniture in this knock-off store.

He quickly wiped the fur with his sleeve before carefully moving it behind Qinghe Miao.

"Master, please have a seat."

The clansmen said respectfully.