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

The rider on horseback was dressed in Tang-style armor, wearing a black iron helmet with a three-pronged design and the character "帅" (shuài, meaning general) on it, with his nine-curved hairpins hanging upside down.

He wore a black armor with large chainmail leaves, and a half-draped, half-hung crimson robe. The front and back of the robe were protected by precious mirrors, as large as ice plates and as bright as deep pools.

The double-strapped cross-shaped belt has a lion-man belt tied around the waist, with a single fish-shaped tail hanging upside down, and a beast-like creature holding a golden ring in its mouth.

A single zig skirt can be divided into left and right sides, protecting the person above and the horse below, while a pair of colorful war boots are tightly fastened inside the golden stirrups!

He stood with his spear held horizontally, gleaming in the moonlight, the tip of which dripped with the blood of a walking corpse, looking exactly like a warrior who had stepped out of an ancient painting!

"The fact that he has the mind to protect the beauty shows that he has arrived not too late."

Qing Hemiao looked at Wang Xiaoer, who was leaning against Li Xue, covered in blood and standing in front of her. The female lead, with her rather voluptuous figure, embraced him without any hesitation and teased:

"Why do you look so disheveled?"

"You've finally arrived, and now you're... in for a laugh..."

Wang Xiaoer struggled to lift his head and smiled bitterly.

But at the same time, she relaxed, leaning into Li Xue's arms, staring at Qing Hemiao's exaggerated outfit, and forced herself to complain:

"But...where did you get this outfit from...it's way too outrageous..."

"It's alright. I took a shower and changed my clothes while I had some time on the way."

Qinghe Miao glanced down at his attire, shrugged, reined in his horse, turned around, pointed his spear at the Taoist priest perched on a distant tree branch, and narrowed his eyes:

"It's hard to be a good person, and it's even harder to be a kind and good person. Your situation is normal. Every young person will be taught a lesson by society when they first start out. Take a break, leave this to me."

As he said, the place was so remote that there wasn't even a power line.

He used his Stand, Red Hot Chili Pepper, to sneak along the power lines until he reached the nearest utility pole, after which he could no longer travel using this method.

This is the middle of nowhere, a complete wasteland, you can't even see a ghost, let alone hail a taxi.

Qinghe Miao simply went back to the world of "The Bad Guys".

He led out his personal warhorse from the stable.

It is eight feet tall from hoof to back, twelve feet long from head to tail, with slender hoof bowls, large hoof tassels, and a mantis-like neck. When the horse stands upright, it is truly a fine steed that is one in a thousand.

It's not comparable to what you see in modern tourist attractions or zoos.

A proper military horse.

He then took a suitable large gun from his personal weapons rack.

The gun barrel is made of high-quality bamboo, wrapped with silk and hemp, and lacquered in black. It is tough yet flexible. The spearhead is made of refined steel, over three feet long, and double-edged, revealing its sharp edge.

Finally, he put on the same titanium alloy armor that was exactly the same as the one in his inventory in the world of "Bad Guys".

It's perfect to add another layer.

Two layers of armor, armed to the teeth.

The bodyguards patrolling the night in the world of "Bad Guys" just watched him do this without asking any questions.

What a joke.

As the highest-ranking officer of this unit.

Even if Qinghe Miao suddenly had the idea to take horse meat back in the middle of the night to make hot pot, it wouldn't be a big deal.

He rode his horse back to the world of "Mr. Amazing".

They used the [Purple Hermit] to track down Wang Xiaoer's location and then rushed over.

"You call others young, but aren't you young yourself? Look at your vigorous masculinity, you're probably not even twenty-five yet, are you?"

The Left Taoist met Qing He Miao's gaze, looking down at him with a sinister smile. He extended his hand and said menacingly:

"Do you think you've had enough lessons? There are so many things you haven't seen before. Look, he's already injured, why bother saving him?"

"How about we capture him together, skin him, search his soul, and share the 'Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Demons'? This is a technique even immortals fear. Don't tell me you're not tempted."

Even he was momentarily surprised by Qing Hemiao's appearance just now.

Upon closer inspection of Qinghe Miao's attire, although it exuded a menacing aura, it was clearly not something to be trifled with.

But after realizing that it had no magical power or spiritual light and was not some kind of magic weapon, they were relieved.

They had other ideas and proposed cooperation.

Om-! ! !

A dangerous circular beam of gunfire suddenly slashed towards the upper bodies of the surrounding zombies!

In the sharp light, the zombies fell in droves, their limbs flying like wheat being harvested!

"I'm tempted. I really want it."

Qinghe Miao lowered his gun, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, answering with his actions, and said regretfully:

"But unfortunately, every mountain has its own scenery, and every moment has its own beauty. I have a bright future ahead of me, and I don't think it's worth wasting my emotional value on such unscrupulous means for a mere martial arts manual."

He feels guilty when he does bad things.

Feeling guilty will also make him feel unhappy.

If a person can't even be happy while they're alive, what's the point of living?

It's not like he's lacking a secret manual for cultivation.

Zuo Daoren's face darkened upon hearing Qing Hemiao's refusal.

I just felt that I was being bound by vague and ethereal things like etiquette and friendship.

The hypocritical behavior of cowards.

"So, I just don't understand. As a cultivator who is about to become an immortal, shouldn't your first priority be to peacefully overcome the tribulation and become an immortal? Why bother pursuing this kind of thing?"

Qinghe Miao continued, earnestly seeking guidance:

"Once you cross that threshold, your realm will be different, and supernatural powers will naturally arise. Even your lifespan will be different. At that time, there will be nothing you can't gradually achieve..."

He believes that within the Chinese system, concepts similar to the dual cultivation of body and mind are universally applicable in most works.

"Hahaha! You're still so young! All that talk about 'layers upon layers of scenery' is just chicken soup for the soul written by our ancestors in books!"

The unorthodox man laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world; his laughter was full of sarcasm.

"The scenery is for those who stand at a high place! What lies beneath the ants at the bottom is the mountain."

Chapter 127 Heavenly Palaces Home to Immortals

"You haven't experienced anything, so you don't know how high the sky is or how thick the earth is! Everyone wants to become an immortal!"

The Taoist priest stopped laughing, his eyes turning sinister and crazed. He began to perform hand seals, and a series of magical incantations rose up, making him appear like a ghost.

"But even if I become an immortal, so what? Above is the Heavenly Court, and below is the Netherworld! In terms of talent, temperament, and methods, how am I inferior to other immortals?"

Why is it that even as a demon immortal, someone practicing unorthodox methods can only hide in the gutter?! But with the "Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Demons," everything changes. In this mortal realm, no one is my match! I can roam freely across the world!

Ring ring, ring ring!!

A series of urgent bell rings!

The Soul-Capturing Bell in his hand was shaking wildly, and as the bell fell, the ground began to tremble!

Several more zombies crawled out from underground!

They bared their teeth and claws, continuing to surround Qinghe Miao and relentlessly biting at him!

Zuo Daoren was planning to continue using the same tactics he used against Wang Xiaoer.

As long as one is still a mortal being and does not possess a magical spell like the "Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Demons" that kills instantly upon contact, one will get tired, injured, and die.

Moreover, anyone injured by a zombie will be infected with zombie poison.

Accumulating small amounts can be quite dangerous, even for those with high levels of cultivation.

This is precisely the method that countless evil sects use to besiege the righteous path.

"Actually, I've been through it."

Qinghe Miao watched the endless stream of zombies, muttering to himself expressionlessly.

The Taoist priest lived his whole life, and he was just one step away from becoming a demon immortal.

But what about him?

In my past life, it was an office building.

He spent sixteen years in school in order to get there.

A company occupies only two floors.

He worked his way up from an intern without a fixed position to a full-time employee, spending a year alongside a group of his peers.

If I want to become a team leader and move up to the next level of the office, I'll have to wait at least another five or six years.

Time flies, youth fades, and the body's youthful potential is exhausted.

As for the positions of boss, manager, or supervisor, forget about it.

The building where his company is located has 23 floors.

The commercial district where the building is located has twelve such buildings across three streets.

Sometimes when he looked up, he didn't see the ceiling, but an endless blue sky.

Above the blue sky, there is still a blue sky.

Are those who stand at the top really that much better than him?

he does not know.

All Qinghe Miao knew was that he suddenly felt unhappy and wanted Zuo Daoren to die.

The horse's hooves tumbled!

The spear was wielded by Qing Hemiao with impenetrable skill, its shadows like a forest, precisely defending against every attack!

The body becomes relatively vulnerable after death.

These walking corpse horses could easily bring down a large number of them with a single charge or a sweep of sharp spears.

After losing his limbs, he couldn't get up for a long time.

Occasionally, if one misses, it pounces on him and takes a bite.

Its entire body is made of alloy armor, so tough that even the outermost layer can't be penetrated!

"Tsk."

Qinghe Miao even had a moment to look down at the zombie, which was only half-dead and was futilely tearing at his boots, and shook his head.

Just then, an even faster zombie suddenly pounced on his unarmored face from his blind spot!

But as if he had been prepared, he flicked his wrist!

One shot!

The zombie was impaled on the tip of a spear, hanging high in the air, its limbs still struggling wildly in the air!

Unexpectedly, it suddenly opened its mouth!

An overwhelming stench of death, like ink gushing forth, threatened to engulf Qinghe Miaohui.

At the same time, Qinghe Miao swiftly swung the gun, sending the zombie flying!

Turn the horse around!

Because the gun barrel was straight and long, and the distance between them was relatively far, he moved nimbly without any corpse aura brushing against his clothes!

"I expected this."

Qinghe Miao reined in his horse, turned around, and pointed the tip of his spear at the Taoist priest in the tree, provocatively saying:

"These methods probably won't be enough to obtain the 'Seven Killings Order of Gods and Demons.' Should we come down and try it ourselves?"

Don't forget, his skill with the stick has already reached the pinnacle of what an average person can achieve.