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

All things considered, it is at most affected by the global context.

In the world of "The Bad Guys", the average individual combat strength is slightly higher than in "Under One Person".

Taking a deep breath, Qing Hemiao got up from the floor and first took off the set of clothes that were considered antiques.

The stand-in [Subspace Miasma] appeared silently beside him.

Throw all these blood-stained clothes into its gaping, pitch-black maw that seemed to lead to nothingness.

These were naturally purchased in the world of "The Bad Guys".

They're over there now.

He has money and connections, and he dresses better than most people in modern times.

After doing all this, he took a clean bathrobe from the bathroom and put it on. Then he took out a silver needle from his backpack and sat cross-legged in the center of the floor.

"Hi...yeah..."

Then, he began to chant the "Helpful Soldiers Technique" of the Ma Xian sect, making humming and hawing sounds.

Raise one hand, with the index finger pointing straight up, and make a fist with the other hand, with the thumb tucked in and the four fingers wrapped around the second joint of the raised index finger, forming a hand gesture.

He gently pressed the finger on the acupoint between his eyebrows, his eyes slightly closed:

"Qing He Miao, the current disciple of the Bai family, invites Grandma Bai..."

With the unique sound of Qi, the connection between the soul and the immortals suddenly became incredibly clear and strong!

It was as if an invisible passage had been instantly widened and reinforced!

Immediately afterwards, Qing Hemiao's body remained still, but his head began to shake violently and uncontrollably!

The amplitude and speed were so great that it was like playing with a rattle drum.

It was almost worrying that he would shake his head off!

There is no way.

He had always been curious and didn't understand why shamans often exhibited such exaggerated behaviors during their rituals.

This very fact makes many uninformed outsiders think it doesn't seem like a legitimate practice.

Until he himself truly became a shamanic disciple.

Only after experiencing this process firsthand did I truly understand.

Chapter 89 Unless you stop being human

At least in this world.

It's not that the shamanic disciple wants to shake things up or is deliberately putting on an act!

Inviting a spirit to possess you is essentially the process of temporarily "stuffing" an independent spirit into the same physical vessel!

The "life cultivation" practice that shamanic disciples usually need to do.

It means training and developing the body in a direction that is capable of bearing the spirit and cultivation of a celestial being for at least several hundred years!

Therefore, two dominant consciousnesses are forcibly squeezed into one body.

One of them is an elven soul, which is fundamentally different!

During this process, both the physical body and the soul are impacted.

Temporary loss of control over the body.

It is perfectly normal to produce some uncontrollable, violent, or subtle movements!

This refers to a disciple who has undergone long-term training and whose body and mind have adapted to the process.

Let alone an ordinary person, even a slightly weaker superhuman would be an exception.

Without a corresponding method, being squeezed by the enormous soul of a spirit, it's already a blessing if you can only shake your head and sway your body.

He would probably end up with six fingers on his left and seven on his right, his mouth crooked and eyes slanted, his left foot circling and his right foot kicking.

It might also be accompanied by symptoms such as foaming at the mouth and incontinence!

As the final words of "Helping Soldiers' Decree" faded, Qinghe Miao's aura suddenly changed!

A voice quite different from his usual feminine one emanated from his mouth—old, gentle, yet tinged with reproach:

"I know, Xiaomiao. You'd better watch yourself from now on, and don't be so reckless again..."

The power of the soul is infinitely mysterious.

Communication between them is far more direct and efficient than language.

Long before Qinghe Miao began to strengthen the soul connection, he and Bai Xianjia had already completed the initial information exchange.

Bai Xianjia noticed the rather unusual injury inside his body almost immediately.

During the rapid transmission at the soul level, Bai Xianjia asked in surprise:

"Xiao Miao, how did you get these injuries? Also, your aura is often erratic, frequently obscuring our communication. What are you doing?"

Qinghe Miao answered shyly:

"Grandma Bai, I'm so sorry. I accidentally injured myself while researching some new techniques. I was also hiding my contact to practice and focus on developing these techniques, and I was afraid of affecting you."

"Bullshit!"

The white fairy's family showed obvious disbelief:

"I've been practicing medicine for many years. Your injury is clearly caused by a powerful and domineering external force, as well as by a strange internal force invading your internal organs. What kind of technique could cause such a dislocation?"

"I've been researching lightning magic lately!"

No wonder he's a time traveler who's seen countless movies and TV shows; Qinghe Miao's lies flowed effortlessly with a grin:

"I had some clues, but progress was slow. As a result, I discovered another strange property within my body. If I wasn't careful, the force backfired, and that's what happened."

"You silly child, aren't you just fooling around?"

Given Qing Hemiao's past displays of talent, Bai Xianjia was genuinely skeptical of this half-truthful explanation.

In the end, all I could do was helplessly complain:

"When it comes to thunder magic, the Shenxiao Sect should be the first to be mentioned. But whether it's the Shenxiao Sect or the current Longhu Mountain Zhengyi Sect, those are orthodox Taoist thunder magic perfected over thousands of years by generations of exceptionally talented senior masters! What are you thinking about all by yourself? What if something bad happens..."

"You think too highly of me. I don't have that kind of ability. It's just a similar little trick."

Seeing that Bai Xianzhen was starting to complain like a grandmother, Qing Hemiao quickly apologized:

“One of my talents is self-awareness. Don’t you often say that I have the bearing of the ancients? There’s no reason why I can’t do what our ancestors could do. Besides, I’m only doing this because I’ve taken into account the treatment capabilities of our lineage.”

"You rascal, you've been messing around all day, you deserve to suffer. I don't know what's gotten into you these past two years, but your body has gradually started to resemble a Buddhist monk."

Bai Xianjia said irritably:

"I don't know if it's good or bad that you've acquired such talent and learned the methods of our Bai family. If it were one of the other four families... hmph."

Despite these words, his concern was evident.

Seeing that Qinghe Miao's injuries were not serious, she stopped investigating and formally descended with her spiritual consciousness to begin possessing him and healing him.

This is their precious little gem, someone who's said to be destined to ascend to immortality.

After possessing the body, Bai Xianjia gave Qing Hemiao another instruction.

Only then did he manipulate Qing Hemiao's body, skillfully unfolding the needle pouch beside him.

A row of silver needles of varying lengths was revealed inside.

The next moment, a powerful "qi" of deep black color slowly gushed out from the pores of Qinghe Miao's body, as if it were a real substance!

This black energy, though less potent than the energy of other species of spirits, carried a faint herbal scent.

Yet it still had the same deep color and extremely low temperature.

As soon as it appeared, the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop a few degrees, making people feel a chill on their skin.

Even though the Bai family is not known for its combat strength among the five major families of shamanic practitioners.

The one worshipped by Qinghe Miao's family may be somewhat inferior to the most powerful spirits in the world.

However, as a spirit that has accumulated over a long period of time, the quantity and quality of its "qi" are still far beyond what ordinary cultivators can achieve.

She manipulated Qing Hemiao's hand to pick up a silver needle.

The dark aura, as if alive, coiled around the needle, turning it black.

Just then, Qinghe Miao was only wearing a bathrobe and had his arms bare, saving him the trouble of taking off his clothes.

Immediately, with lightning speed, silver needles were inserted one after another into many major acupoints on his body: Tanzhong, Qihai, Guanyuan, Mingmen, Feishu, Xinshu...

Each needle insertion is accompanied by a cool yet incredibly soothing flow of air, precisely directed towards the injured internal organs and congested meridians.

Qinghe Miao's consciousness seemed to "hear" a series of "crackling" sounds coming from inside his body.

Damaged and displaced organs are cleanly and efficiently restored and nourished by pure Qi, while broken and blocked micro-meridians are unblocked and reconnected one by one.

At the same time, a notification tone that only he could hear sounded:

[You have received a thorough demonstration and treatment from Master Bai's Medical Arts, which will remove several status effects. Your understanding of Bai's Traditional Chinese Medicine has deepened, but your proficiency level can no longer be increased. Your current proficiency level is: "Bai's Traditional Chinese Medicine" (Expert).]

Grandma Bai would naturally not keep secrets from her own disciples.

During the treatment, the techniques of acupuncture, the manipulation of Qi, and the understanding of the human body's meridians and internal organs were all demonstrated without reservation.

Each deep insertion and extraction of qi, combined with varying degrees of black qi infusion, has its own rationale.

Unfortunately, after Qinghe Miao reached the "expert" level, he had already reached the limit of relying on the system to increase his proficiency.

To break through to the level of "Master", you need other materials.

After about an incense stick's time, Grandma Bai finished her needlework.

As the last silver needle was gently pulled out, the wave of emblems spread out.

"Xiao Miao, I have already done some initial treatment to restore your damaged organs and meridians to their proper positions. But you should take some more time to nourish and replenish your body."

She relinquished control of her body and, through a dialogue between souls, gave the following instructions:

"Go back and use three ounces of astragalus and one and a half ounces of angelica... Boil them down to one bowl with three bowls of water each day, and take it morning and evening for seven consecutive days. Remember, don't mess around with it anymore."

Chapter 90 Li Cunxu Arrives

After a pause, Bai Xian left with one last sentence before disconnecting the connection:

"Also, it might hurt a little in a while, so bear with it. It will teach you a lesson so that you will think twice before you act in the future."

Qinghe Miao silently memorized the prescription dictated by Bai Xianjia to ensure it was accurate.

He then regained control of his body.

But before he could say thank you, a completely different kind of pain suddenly surged up!

"hiss--!"

He couldn't help but gasp, and his whole body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

She could only curl up, hug herself, lie down on the cold floor, and grit her teeth to endure it.

This feeling is completely different from the pain I experienced from the injury before.

Just like many men, when they are injured, they may be able to endure it and show a tough guy attitude.

However, during the treatment process, it will bring a different kind of stinging pain.

At this moment, the repaired parts of Qinghe Miao's body are emitting incredibly clear pain!

What's even more troublesome is that the Bai family deliberately "left behind" a few strands of pure black energy, which are like tiny ice cubes in the meridians and lungs.

It brought a strange sensation that was painful, cold, and numb.