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

Chapter 5 Sub-aerial Miasma

Not long ago, Qinghe Miao earned the third chance to draw a Stand by diligently cultivating to level 9.

The Stand was obtained: [Subspace Miasma].

One of the effects of this Stand.

During the activation of this ability, the user can be completely swallowed into its alternate dimension, leaving the user completely unharmed and effectively avoiding most external attacks.

It was precisely because he had this trump card that he could extricate himself at any time after a falling out that he dared to provoke trouble and meddle in his master's affairs.

This game, which seemed to have a rich feature set, ultimately existed only as a webpage with sloppy graphics and a simple UI.

Those who play this game can probably guess the reason.

None of the dazzling anime settings in it were actually licensed.

However, since he can have fun without spending any money, Qinghe Miao, who was a corporate slave in his previous life, naturally wouldn't bother with such things.

They can't even manage to take care of themselves.

Having maintained the habit of checking the system panel daily, and confirming that the experience bar, proficiency, and status were all normal, Qinghe Miao had a thought, and the pale golden light screen quietly disappeared.

He adjusted his posture on the warm kang (heated brick bed), crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and placed his hands naturally on his knees, his breathing gradually becoming long and even.

With his consciousness calmed, he began to slowly gather the Qi within his body and refine his life force according to the most basic method of the Chusha lineage, the "Helping Soldiers Technique," thus beginning another night of cultivation.

Through continuous daily practice, you have successfully honed and condensed a portion of "Qi," resulting in a very slight improvement in your understanding of the "Helpful Soldiers Technique." Your current proficiency level is "Helpful Soldiers Technique" (Master).

System notifications kept ringing in my mind.

Rural areas don't have the same rigid concept of commuting hours as cities, and with every household now having light bulbs, long gatherings and conversations at night have become commonplace.

When relatives and neighbors visit each other, they often sit for most of the night.

It wasn't until the old-fashioned wall clock slowly moved past eleven or twelve that the sounds of greetings as guests were seen off, the creaking of the door hinges turning, and a few words of conversation between the parents finally came from the outer room.

Qinghe Miao slowly exhaled a long, turbid breath, knowing that his cultivation time for the day was over.

Slowly conclude the exercise, gently gathering the warm, flowing Qi within the body into the depths of the dantian.

In this world's terms, neither of his parents were "different people".

Unable to perceive the existence of "Qi".

Naturally, they couldn't understand what kind of extraordinary thing their child was doing, sitting cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed) every day without fail, eyes closed and concentrating.

Therefore, in their simple and realistic understanding, nagging is inevitable.

Hopefully, he can focus more on his studies.

We hope that he will be able to leave this land through education in the future.

As the parents returned to the inner room, the family greeted each other briefly and spread out their bedding on the spacious heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove).

The rustling sound of fabric rubbing together, interspersed with a few whispers about tomorrow's farm work or livestock, quickly subsided into silence.

Only the deep gray twilight remained, with the occasional sounds of chickens and dogs echoing through the air.

Qinghe Miaoshen was satisfied and easily fell into a deep sleep.

……

“When I was born, auspicious omens accompanied me. Outside the window, there was fog concealing thunder, yet I also saw a yellow sparrow carrying a jade ring flying over the eaves. Therefore, I was born in a state of subtle harmony with the Way of Heaven, and I could know 500 years in the past and 500 years in the future.”

Early morning, in a classroom at a rural junior high school.

During morning reading time, books were sparsely spread on the table, but a group of teenagers gathered around a seat by the window, listening to the boy in the middle who was surrounded talking nonsense with a nonchalant air.

The back row by the window, the hometown of the king.

It was Qinghe Miao who was specially transferred here by the teacher.

In this life, he was just fourteen years old, still in the prime of his life, in the second year of junior high school.

Despite possessing the soul of an adult, and after practicing Qi and gradually understanding that this world is actually the world of "Under One Person".

He felt that sitting in the classroom and chatting idly was no longer of much meaning to him.

But he still had to consider his parents' feelings and expectations throughout his life.

Given the most basic values ​​held by their generation, they would probably feel like the sky had fallen if they found out their own children weren't going to school.

Therefore, over the years, Qinghe Miao has had to waste a lot of his training time at school.

The monotony and repetitive nature of daily life inevitably leads to some outrageous behaviors to relieve stress.

For example, right now, during the morning reading time when he should be reading aloud, he attracts a group of people chatting idly.

"You're bragging! Prove it then!"

Among the onlookers, some were simply unconvinced. A chubby-faced boy, arms crossed, feigned disdain and retorted, attempting to debunk this "myth":

"How many times have you told me? You still can't even predict what kind of homework the teacher will assign every day. What kind of ability is that?"

"I've mentioned this before. The so-called 'Way of Heaven' is the supreme law formed by the actions, births, deaths, and causal relationships of all things in the world. It is a vast aggregate that carries everything and is formed in the darkness, and it is infinitely mysterious."

Faced with the questioning, Qing Hemiao remained calm and composed, instead adopting the demeanor of a wise man, and explained slowly and methodically:

"What you call 'precognition' is actually just that I am naturally gifted and my mind often senses the way of heaven, passively receiving some information. Therefore, this also leads to 'being born with knowledge'."

However, the world is vast, and human affairs are complex; the information contained within the Way of Heaven is as boundless as the ocean. Even if I could maintain constant contact with it, the useful information I could capture would be but a drop in the ocean, let alone this kind of randomness.

That's not entirely a lie.

As a time traveler who has read the original plot of "Under One Person", I may not be able to know five hundred years in the past or five hundred years in the future.

However, it is not unfounded to predict the vicissitudes of the supernatural world over the past eighty or ninety years, as well as the major events that may occur in the next five or six years.

At birth, the system gave her a Stand called "Spicy Red Hot Chili" as a gift.

Isn't its appearance exactly like that of a bird, covered in electric light?

His "profound" discourse, a blend of online novel settings from his past life and half-true, half-false metaphysical terms, left the group of middle school students around him momentarily bewildered.

It's truly a case of looking at each other from all sides.

We looked at each other, our faces showing the same confusion and doubt.

Although my instincts told me that the other person was lying, and that there seemed to be loopholes everywhere.

However, given their existing knowledge and life experience, they naturally couldn't find any solid evidence to refute the claims in a short time, and the atmosphere fell into a subtle stalemate.

Seeing this, Qinghe Miao paused deliberately, his eyes filled with a smile, and slowly scanned the young faces that had been intimidated.

Living a second life always brings some minor health issues.

They've started to enjoy lecturing children of this age.

A bunch of idiots who haven't been corrupted by knowledge.

If someone actually understood.

That was an unexpected surprise.

"Qinghe Miao".

Finally, someone snapped out of their daze and tried to retaliate, saying in a slightly malicious and threatening tone:

"So you're just saying it like that? Aren't you afraid of being found out, arrested, dissected, and studied?"

Children's jealousy is like that; it comes out of nowhere.

Of course, some adults are the same.

In comparison, she is adorably naive.

Chapter 6 Exploiting Freebies

Qinghe Miao wore a smile as he looked down at the four-legged gold-devouring beast cubs.

With his chin resting on his hand, and regardless of whether they understood him or not, he began to expound on some serious principles:

"You'll understand when you grow up. Who will arrest me? And on what grounds? The world isn't as efficient as you imagine. We're just an insignificant, remote little village on the map."

Even if I stand on the playground tomorrow, holding a megaphone and shouting "I have superpowers," so what? Even if you excitedly go and tell the teachers and parents, they'll most likely just think you don't have enough homework, or that you're playing some kind of prank, and they'll just give you a scolding and that's it.

He shrugged, his tone calm, as if he were an experienced person:

"Even if, I mean even if, the whole world accepts that I have some kind of precognitive ability, so what? This ability of mine, according to what I just 'set,' is completely random and uncontrollable."

The next second you might 'see' a scene of a man named Zhang San chopping wood on a mountain hundreds of years ago, or it might be that at the same moment, a stranger on the other side of the world is taking a bite of bread. What real use is this unreliable, fragmented, and unpredictable ability to obtain valuable intelligence to a nation or any organization? Is it worth the fuss?

A series of rhetorical questions, interspersed with the considerations of adults on a realistic level.

This has completely plunged these teenagers, who are still blindly believing in "superpowers" and "individual heroism," into a quagmire of their thinking.

Naturally, no one could give a convincing answer at the moment.

After a brief silence, the classroom suddenly erupted in noise as everyone began whispering and discussing among themselves.

This age is precisely the stage before one has been fully subjected to the harsh realities of exam-oriented education, when one's thinking is most unconventional and inspiration often bursts forth.

They imagined all sorts of possibilities, raising all sorts of strange questions or rebuttals, chattering away like dozens of ducklings opening their mouths at the same time.

Among them are some childlike yet unexpectedly sharp remarks, which even Qing Hemiao occasionally finds surprising.

One has to admit that children's perspectives can be quite unique at times.

However, the discussion is one thing, and the excitement is another.

Finally, it still comes down to the same thing:

Who would actually believe a group of junior high school students making a serious accusation?

Not only is it difficult to gain people's trust, but the child who insists on revealing the truth may be thought by adults to have seen too much nonsense and become a bit "obsessed".

In a panic, the parents might not take their child to the hospital, but instead bring the child and gifts to the door of this "fortune teller" who is somewhat famous in the village, begging him to "take a look".

Did you attract some unclean spirit and need to "exorcise" it?

The world is truly absurd.

A subtle smile involuntarily appeared on Qing Hemiao's lips.

A young person of this age is destined to be unable to contemplate such profound questions.

Within minutes, the chaotic discussion veered off course and quickly shifted to other topics.

The long, drawn-out school bell rang, its "ding-a-ling" breaking the noise in the classroom.

The homeroom teacher walked in, carrying lesson plans and textbooks, her brow slightly furrowed, and her usual script slipped out:

"Class has started! Our class is the noisiest; I can hear it buzzing like a boiling pot from the other end of the hallway."

The students surrounding Qing Hemiao immediately lowered their heads like startled birds, pretending to be quails.

Qinghe Miao remained calm and composed, barely changing her posture. She simply straightened her legs, which had been casually crossed, and lowered her eyelids slightly.

He was already in a state of "meditation and contemplation".

The teacher on the podium saw everything but said nothing more.

Teachers are human too, and naturally they will "tailor their approach to different people".

Qinghe Miao is a child who is more mature than his age; he speaks and acts with great poise.

Although this also makes them more difficult to manage, with constant minor problems.

It's common for them to not hand in assignments, daydream in class, or simply sleep. Occasionally, they'll even point out some of the school's dark secrets.

I rarely see him studying.

But strangely, his grades have always been consistently among the top in the grade, leaving no room for criticism.

And the most important thing is.

She was a local and had long heard the rumors about Qinghe Miao.

Their unconventional daily behavior subtly confirms these rumors.