American Comics: BOSS Invasion

The journey of over two hundred li wasn't considered far. If traveling at full speed, it would take at most an hour to arrive.

However, Qi Shan wasn't in such a hurry. He originally intended to wander around and see things.

To witness the various interesting and strange happenings in this world, this journey naturally required a slow pace and careful savoring.

After bidding farewell to the two masters, he strolled out of the valley at a leisurely pace. Following the direction he sensed, he found the nearest small town, spent money to buy a small donkey, and also bought some dry food, wine, snacks, and other things.

Only then did he set off on the road in a leisurely manner.

The strength of the soul naturally had its advantages. Take communicating with ordinary animals, for example. There was no need to even speak. In fact, he only needed to inject his consciousness into the little donkey's mind, and it would obediently follow his instructions.

Qi Shan rode the donkey backward, leisurely lying on its back, letting the little donkey proceed slowly on its own. He held a book in his hand, occasionally glancing at it, but most of the time he was closing his eyes to rest. He seemed to be asleep, but in reality, all of his mental energy was concentrated in his mind, constantly deducing the decoding method of this world.

Since he was a child, he had been learning about this kind of thing from the Maoshan Taoists. To put it bluntly, Qi Shan had a very deep understanding of metaphysics.

Even the most powerful Maoshan Taoists only knew how it worked, but not why. They diligently cultivated according to what their masters taught.

Then, they used the mana they painstakingly cultivated to methodically influence the reality of this world.

Qi Shan, however, was not like that. He deeply understood the Maoshan Taoist techniques regarding the use of talismans on the hidden powers of the world, and he modified the underlying logic into something related to the power of the Grim Reaper.

The manifested power was actually similar. It was like opening a picture using Photoshop and a photo album. On the surface, there was no difference, but the underlying modification logic was vastly different.

Qi Shan was confident that his own spiritual civilization in his small universe, after so many years of development, with the entire society working together to advance, had already far surpassed the Taoist techniques passed down by Maoshan over thousands of years, relying only on a few outstanding disciples.

They might be amazingly talented, or they might be able to innovate, but their numbers were simply too small.

Even if time was loaded onto a sect, it could never be compared to an entire society.

If he could communicate with his small universe, Qi Shan might have already completely decoded Maoshan Taoism into spiritual particles.

Unfortunately, he was currently in a reincarnated state, and the reality of the small universe, the state of communication, was sealed. Being able to unlock the power of the soul was already considered a great convenience.

Fortunately, Qi Shan had completely repaired Hado and Bakudo. Next, he only needed to use the various cultivation methods in the small universe civilization to cover the program-coded logic layer on Hado and Bakudo, and use hyperlinks to connect them.

This way, he could compile all the attack methods into shortcuts. When needed, he wouldn't even need to open his mouth. He only needed to activate the corresponding shortcuts in his mind to unleash targeted attacks.

At this point, he had already reached the highest level that could be achieved with bare hands. If he wanted to increase his attack power again, he would have to gather a large number of spiritual particles and forge them into spiritual particle polymers in a unique way.

Back then, the entire civilization spent seventy years creating the first crystalline body. When it came to Qi Shan, it might take even longer.

Therefore, Qi Shan didn't have any ideas in this regard. In his opinion, perhaps Aizen's method of creating the Hogyoku was more suitable for his current situation.

Of course, that was a story for later. Everything had to wait until the Zanpakuto was completely hatched.

Sensing the light cluster in his body, Qi Shan shook his head slightly.

Except for the obvious change in the light cluster when he eliminated the zombies last time, there had been no change in these days. No matter what method Qi Shan used, even injecting a large amount of power, there would be no change at all.

It seemed that this little thing was always looking forward to the taste of other souls.

Qi Shan, with a blade of grass in his mouth, picked up the book covering his face, glanced at it a few times, looked at the fancy runes on it, and casually flipped through the pages.

Should he find some mass graves to walk around, so that he could encounter some wandering souls and the like?

A monk and a Taoist together have the deterrent power of nuclear weapons to demons and ghosts. Except for those demons and ghosts who have no brains or are simply crazy, normal ghosts and the like will not approach the valley where they are located.

Qi Shan had been riding the donkey for nearly thirty or forty li, but he still hadn't encountered anything strange, which made him a little depressed.

Are the little ghosts so smart now?

Just then, Qi Shan suddenly heard someone calling out.

"Little brother, this little brother!"

Qi Shan slightly turned his head and saw a fat man dressed neatly with a pale face on the side of the road. This fat man was wearing a yuanwai costume, a round hat with a gemstone inlaid on it, the fabric of his clothes was very gorgeous, which was obviously not cheap, and the shoes on his feet were spotless.

Seeing this scene, Qi Shan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The donkey walked over very willingly. Qi Shan sized up the other party and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything I can do for you?"

The fat man cupped his hands apologetically: "I'm sorry, little brother, please help me and take me to Drunkard Town ahead!"

"Drunkard Town?" Qi Shan looked puzzled. "Are there towns with such straightforward names? Could it be that everyone in this entire town is a drunkard?"

"No, no, the 'gui' in 'jiugui' needs the wood radical. Everyone calls it 'bad', but how can wine be bad? Wine is obviously brewed from grain, it's a great thing, so our elders generally call it 'jiugui' to deliberately avoid the word 'bad'!"

The fat man quickly explained and said, "Little brother, Drunkard Town is not far ahead, only about twenty or thirty li away. Please give me a ride, I really can't move!"

"Aren't you doing well? Why do you say you can't move?"

The fat man smiled bitterly: "My legs are fake!"

As he spoke, the fat man lifted the hem of his robe, revealing two straight wooden stakes.

Qi Shan showed a look of surprise. The lower half of this fat man's body was actually made of wood. Wait a minute, the shoes on his feet seemed to be made of paper, and the material of the clothes on his body was also a bit wrong.

Could this fat man be a ghost?

Seeing that Qi Shan's expression was a little wrong, the fat man's expression stiffened, and then his honest face instantly swelled into a black, hideous ghost face, roaring and pouncing on him.

Qi Shan reflexively slapped him away. The fat man instantly turned into a rolling gourd, flying seven or eight meters away, hitting a big tree with a thud, almost going to see King Yama!