Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 111 A Deadly Trap Approaches, A Green Serpent in the Sleeve

Above the clouds, the wind howled like knives.

The black net of a hundred ghosts parading at night has shrunk to within ten feet of the white crane.

Within the mesh, hundreds of skulls, each no bigger than a thumb, were embedded, their jaws agape, spewing out a ghastly green phosphorescent flame.

The phosphorescent flames did not go out when they encountered the wind; instead, they grew wildly with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, they wove a green sea of ​​fire above Li Qingge and Gu Yan's heads.

"Li Qingge, hand over the Cold Marrow Token you possess, and my two brothers and I will spare your life today, how about it?"

The leader of Yinshan was a hunched dwarf who stood on a pitch-black ghost banner, his voice sharp and piercing, like a piece of iron scraping against a porcelain bowl.

The other two ghosts stood on the left and right, their hands constantly changing hand seals to maintain the oppressive force of the net, their eyes greedily wandering over Li Qingge's graceful figure.

"dream."

Li Qingge's face was as cold as frost, and even when surrounded, her back remained straight.

The white crane at her feet let out a mournful cry, its wings flapping wildly as it tried to break free from the encirclement of phosphorescent flames, but it was held back by the strange, viscous force field, and several charred patches appeared on its originally white feathers.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

The leader of Yinshan snorted coldly and swung his command flag downwards.

"Will-o'-the-wisp refines the soul, fall!"

A shower of green flames poured down from the sky.

Li Qingge lightly raised her wrist, and the Autumn Water Longsword in her hand emitted a clear and melodious sword sound.

"The Glacier Enters My Dream"

With a soft shout, an extreme chill erupted from the white crane.

The falling phosphorescent flames froze in mid-air, turning into green ice beads that crackled and fell from the clouds.

However, Gu Yan, perched on the white crane's back, could see it clearly.

After Li Qingge swung her sword, her face visibly paled, and the fingers holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, with an abnormal bluish-purple tinge appearing at the fingertips.

This is a sign of the backlash from the cold toxins in the body.

"Hehe, Princess, your swordsmanship is unparalleled, but your spiritual power seems to be running out of steam."

Yinshan Lao Er, a fat man with a face full of scars, saw through the situation at a glance and chuckled, "Brother, stop wasting time talking to her. This woman is all show and no substance now. Just keep fighting like this, we can wear her down!"

After saying that, the three of them simultaneously activated their magical power.

The net of a hundred ghosts suddenly tightened, and hundreds of skulls simultaneously emitted piercing screams, forming an invisible sound wave that rushed towards the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Well……"

Li Qingge let out a muffled groan, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, her body swaying precariously.

The sound waves not only attacked her soul, but also triggered the cold poison within her body, making her feel as if she were in an ice cellar, and the spiritual energy in her meridians was extremely sluggish.

Gu Yan gripped the white crane's feathers tightly with both hands, curled up into a ball, his face filled with terror, and cried out, "Princess, save me! I don't want to die! I haven't even married yet!"

As he shouted, a fleeting glimpse of his strange, heterochromatic pupils appeared in his eyes.

View switching.

The world of paper has arrived.

The once terrifying phosphorescent net, in Gu Yan's eyes, shed its horrifying appearance and transformed into a flat scroll drawn with countless rough lines.

Those three arrogant Golden Core cultivators became three comical ink dots on the drawing paper.

"The weakness is in the lower left corner." Gu Yanxin realized.

The seemingly perfect net, located in the direction of the third brother of Yinshan, developed an indistinguishable fold due to the delay in the circulation of spiritual energy.

For ordinary cultivators, it would be extremely difficult to detect this with the naked eye.

But for Gu Yan, who controls the rules of the paper world.

That crease was like a smooth sheet of white paper. One corner.

With just a gentle touch, everything can collapse.

"Ah! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Gu Yan suddenly let out a pig-like scream, as if he had been terrified by the approaching phosphorescent light.

In his panic, he waved his arms and legs wildly, then suddenly swung his right hand into the air, causing the wide sleeves of his official robe to billow in the wind.

No one noticed that in the instant he waved his sleeve, a white paper sword, only an inch long and as thin as a cicada's wing, silently slipped into the wind.

The paper sword showed no spiritual energy fluctuations; it was like a piece of scrap paper caught in the wind, drifting aimlessly through the chaotic air currents. Seemingly without any pattern, it drifted precisely toward the node beneath the feet of the Third Brother of Yinshan.

The third brother of Yinshan was completely focused on controlling the formation, and was about to capture the high and mighty princess. He was dreaming of gaining both wealth and beauty.

Suddenly, the array node beneath his feet seemed to be gently touched by something.

With a "ripping" sound, the fabric ripped.

In Gu Yan's view, the large black sheet of paper that covered the sky and earth had a straight crack starting from the lower left corner.

in the real world.

The previously smoothly functioning Hundred Ghosts Night Parade Formation suddenly experienced a fatal pause.

The roaring skulls seemed to have their necks grabbed, their voices abruptly stopped, and the phosphorescent flames they spewed also broke in place.

"Third brother! What are you doing?!"

The leader of Yinshan noticed the stagnation in the formation and turned around to roar angrily.

"I don't know! The spiritual energy suddenly stopped!"

Yinshan Laosan looked terrified and frantically tried to reconnect the formation.

But often, when masters clash, life and death hang by a thread.

Despite being poisoned by the cold, Li Qingge possessed a wealth of combat experience.

The moment the formation showed a flaw, her previously dim eyes suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light.

Without any hesitation, she bit her tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the Autumn Water Sword.

"Blood sacrifice, the frosty sky is one color!"

This is a forbidden technique that injures the enemy a thousand times but also harms oneself eight hundred times.

But at this moment, she had no other choice.

The Autumn Water Sword absorbed the essence of blood, and its blade transformed into an eerie blood red.

Li Qingge became one with her sword, transforming into a fierce, blood-red rainbow. She completely ignored the strongest frontal defense of the Yinshan leader and burst out from the inexplicably appeared gap.

"puff!"

The sword light was incredibly fast.

Yinshan Laosan, who was in a flurry of activity, suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

The next moment, his vision began to spin, and he saw his headless corpse gushing blood as it fell below the clouds.

"Third brother!"

The other two ghosts' eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.

The formation was broken, one person died, and the originally perfect encirclement began to crumble.

After breaking through the encirclement, Li Qingge not only did not flee, but the tide of battle turned.

She twirled in the air, her skirt billowing, like a blooming crimson lotus.

"Since you're here, why don't you all stay?"

Li Qingge's voice was icy cold.

After breaking through the formation, her momentum not only didn't decrease but increased, revealing the domineering aura of someone who had long held a superior position.

She made a hand seal with her left hand and repeatedly tapped with her long sword in her right.

The snowstorm resumed.

This time, the wind and snow were mixed with sharp, blood-red sword energy.

Without the protection of the formation, the two demons of Yinshan were no match for this prodigy from a top sect in a one-on-one fight.

In less than ten breaths.

The fat man with a face full of scars was pierced through the heart by a sword, frozen into an ice sculpture, and then exploded in the air.

Only the dwarf leader, who was already terrified, remained, riding the tattered ghost banner and fleeing madly into the depths of the clouds.

"I was blind to your greatness! Princess, spare me! Spare me!"

"It's too late."

Li Qingge pointed from a distance.

Her white crane unleashed its pent-up anger, flapping its wings and chasing after the bird like an arrow.

The white crane's long beak, like an iron spear, pierced the dwarf's back with pinpoint accuracy.

The piercing screams abruptly ceased.

The three demons of Yinshan, who had harmed countless people, were all executed in this way.

Above the clouds, Li Qingge stood with her sword sheathed, her figure swaying slightly, her face as pale as paper.

She forced herself to endure the surging chilling poison, took out a warm pill from her sleeve and swallowed it, which barely stabilized her breathing.

She turned around, her gaze sharp as lightning, and looked at Gu Yan, who was still huddled on the crane's back, looking utterly shaken.

"Gu Changsheng".

Li Qingge's voice carried a hint of inquiry: "Did you discover anything just now?"

Gu Yan raised his head shakily, his face covered in snot and tears, looking utterly pathetic.

"This humble official witnessed the Princess's unparalleled divine power! With just two swift sword strikes, she slew those three monsters! The Princess is truly a goddess descended to earth!"

As Gu Yan spoke, he wiped his face with his sleeve, trembling, and then quietly crumpled the paper sword fragments that had already fulfilled their purpose into powder.

Li Qingge frowned.

She didn't believe such a coincidence could exist.

The breaking of that formation just now was too strange, as if someone had secretly helped her.

But when she scanned Gu Yan's entire body with her divine sense, many of her doubts were dispelled.

In the early stages of Foundation Establishment, his spiritual energy was mixed and his meridians were weak. It was obvious that his cultivation level had been boosted by drugs. After the shock he just experienced, his blood and qi were flowing in reverse, making him look like a complete waste.

Could it really be that the third brother of Yinshan was not skilled enough and failed at the crucial moment?

Get up.

Li Qingge withdrew her gaze, a flash of annoyance in her eyes.

Carrying such a burden is indeed a hassle.

But she still needs this bait for the sake of that plan.

"Take those three people's storage bags."

Li Qingge coldly ordered, "I disdain picking up this trash. You can have it."

Upon hearing the word "reward," Gu Yan's previously terrified eyes instantly lit up, becoming extremely mercenary.

"Thank you, Princess! Thank you, Princess!"

He scrambled to his feet, his previous weakness completely gone, and, riding a low-grade flying magic artifact, eagerly went to retrieve the corpse.

Seeing Gu Yan's greedy appearance, Li Qingge's last doubts were dispelled.

How could such a cowardly and greedy little man possibly be the hidden master? This guy's luck is pretty good, though.

Gu Yanfei walked to the headless corpse, skillfully took off the storage bag, and then searched the corpse for a while.

When his back was to Li Qingge, the corners of his mouth turned up.

"The Three Ghosts of Yinshan... They dare to come and ambush us? It seems that the waters of Yong'an County are deeper than I imagined."

He carefully packed all three storage bags, flew back onto the white crane's back, and eagerly handed them over with a fawning expression.

"Alright, keep it for yourself."

Li Qingge waved his hand and sat down cross-legged: "Let's continue on our way. The commotion we made just now might attract other people."

The white crane flapped its wings again and sped off towards the north.

Gu Yan sat obediently in the back and began to count the spoils of war.

Although these three ghosts of Yinshan are ugly and have beautiful ideas, they are indeed very wealthy.

There were over three thousand mid-grade spirit stones alone, along with all sorts of random poisons, magical artifacts, and several strange-looking cultivation manuals.

"Um?"

Gu Yan found a black jade slip in the corner of the dwarf leader's storage bag.

There were no restrictions on the jade slip, so Gu Yan sent out a wisp of his divine sense to probe it.

The next second, a thought struck him, and he quickly realized that it was a list.

A list of bounties offered by various factions regarding the trip to Sunset Valley.

The person ranked first was none other than Li Qingge.

[Li Qingge: Princess of Yong'an County / Outer Disciple of Cangxuan Sect.]

[Reward: 500 high-grade spirit stones and one Golden Gathering Pill.]

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At the end of the list, Gu Yan actually saw his own name.

[Gu Changsheng: Commander of the Demon Suppression Division of Changning County / Inner Disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sect.]

[Bounty: Ten mid-grade spirit stones.]

[Note: Suspected of knowing clues about a powerful figure in the demonic cultivation world; capture him alive.]

"Ten mid-grade spirit stones?"

Gu Yan felt somewhat indignant.

"Is this all you're worth? Not even as much as Zhao Lingfeng's sword scabbard!"

However, this did serve as a reminder to him.

It seems that I, a mere commander, have already been targeted by quite a few people.

"interesting."

Gu Yan crushed the jade slip without making a sound.

Since everyone wants to play, let's see who ends up outplaying whom.

……

Two days later.

At the edge of the horizon, a huge crack appeared in the earth.

It was a bottomless canyon, stretching across the wasteland like a scar on the earth.

Above the canyon, a layer of dark red mist shrouds the area year-round; it is the miasma unique to Sunset Valley and a natural barrier.

On a plain outside the canyon, countless tents of all sizes have been set up.

Banners fluttered, and divine light soared into the sky.

The Flowing Cloud Flag of the Flowing Cloud Sect, the Emerald Bamboo Banner of the Emerald Bamboo Sect, and the Black Dragon Flag representing the Prince's Mansion fluttered in the wind.

Besides these three major forces, thousands of independent cultivators have gathered in the surrounding area.

They were either in small groups or lone wolves, each with wary eyes and exuding a rough, untamed aura.

The white crane let out a clear cry and slowly landed the two of them at the Prince's residence.

As soon as they landed, a squad of guards clad in black armor, exuding a menacing aura, came to greet them.

"Your subordinate greets the Princess!"

The hundred black-armored guards shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the surrounding area.

This scene drew the attention of cultivators from other factions in the vicinity.

"Get up, everyone."

Li Qingge waved her hand lightly, and that noble and aloof aura returned once again.

She turned to look at Gu Yan, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes.

"Lord Gu, we've arrived."

"This is Sunset Valley. The rest of the journey depends on your performance."

Gu Yan straightened his wind-blown official robes, looked at the chaotic and murderous camp before him, and revealed his signature honest smile.

"Princess, rest assured, I will do my best."

Just then, several gazes were cast towards them from the distant Flowing Cloud Sect's camp.

The man at the head, dressed in white with a jade pendant hanging from his waist, was none other than Zhao Lingfeng, whom they hadn't seen for several days.

Beside him stood Mo Qianji, the gloomy-faced elder of the Punishment Hall.

Since Sunset Valley has opened, Gu Yan, an inner disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sect, is not on the list of invitees to the secret realm.

He had come to Sunset Valley without permission through Princess Li Qingge, which inevitably displeased the petty-minded Mo Qianji.

Gu Yan pretended not to see Mo Qianji's hostile gaze, and after going to a corner, he gently moved his fingers in his sleeve.

A paper figure, which had been prepared beforehand, silently slid down to my feet and disappeared into the soil.

Meanwhile, in a secluded cave a hundred miles away.

The blood-red swordsman, wearing a bronze mask and a red robe, slowly opened his blood-red eyes.