Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 117 Counterfeit Goods, Blood Pool Beauty

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Gu Yan fell hard.

The shattered fragments of the tortoise-shell shield tore his official robes and added several streaks of blood to his face.

He rolled on the ground and awkwardly hid behind a huge white marble pillar.

Through the crack, a mocking glint was visible in his eyes.

Gu Yan thought to himself.

interesting.

Really interesting.

These days, there are counterfeit goods in the business world, and fake officials in government. I never thought that a demonic cultivator who commits murder and arson would be so popular that people would scramble to imitate him.

From the shadows ahead, the "Blood Swordsman" wearing a bronze mask was slowly approaching.

His blood-red robe was exactly the same style as that of a real blood swordsman, but the fabric was obviously more exquisite, with five-clawed dragon patterns embroidered on it in gold thread, making it much more gorgeous than the outfit that Gu Yan's makeshift crew had put together.

But to Gu Yan, this outfit looked awkward no matter how she looked at it.

True blood swordsmen spend years teetering on the edge of life and death, their bloodlust penetrating to their very bones.

Unlike the man before them, who exuded a menacing aura and displayed the arrogance and ostentation typical of scions of wealthy families.

"The Blood Swordsman..."

Li Qingge leaned on her sword, her body swaying precariously, the hatred in her eyes burning like a tangible flame.

"Zhao Lingfeng failed to kill you; it seems a piece of trash is still a piece of trash."

Her voice was hoarse, but she straightened her back and stood in front of the pillar where Gu Yan was hiding.

The imposter clearly hadn't expected Li Qingge to react this way.

His eyes narrowed beneath the mask, and he let out a strange, cackling laugh. But to Gu Yan, the laugh sounded somewhat deliberate, like he had phlegm stuck in his throat.

"Your Highness, how have you been?"

The imposter, sword in hand, drew sparks from the ground with its tip, his voice low and menacing: "I was thinking of letting you die at the hands of those small fry outside, as a way of giving you some dignity. I didn't expect you to be so tough, actually managing to walk into this place alive."

He stopped, his gaze sweeping greedily over the churning pool of blood before finally settling on the crystal coffin.

"Well, that's fine. Since you're here, use your blood to awaken this sleeping senior. After all, you share the same blood, so the effect should be better."

Li Qingge's expression changed drastically: "You came for Aunt? Who exactly are you?"

Who I am is not important.

The imposter raised his longsword, its blade gleaming with a bloody light, and a thick, pungent stench of blood filled the air: "The important thing is, today this is where you will all die!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly sprang into action.

This sword strike was incredibly powerful.

The sky was filled with crimson sword energy, which transformed into a vast net, sealing off all of Li Qingge's escape routes.

Li Qingge was already at her limit, lacking even the strength to raise her hand, and could only watch helplessly as the sword net fell.

"Sigh, I have to save the day."

Gu Yan sighed inwardly.

"Princess, kneel down!"

A strange cry came from behind the pillar.

Immediately afterwards, seven or eight dark, round balls, accompanied by a whistling sound, hurtled towards the imposter without regard for anything else.

The imposter sneered, "A mere trick."

He turned his sword, intending to flick the spheres away.

In his view, such ordinary firearms could not harm a cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Core realm in the slightest.

However, just as the tip of his sword touched the sphere...

"burst!"

Gu Yan hid behind the pillar, his lips moving slightly.

Those ordinary fire thunderbolts were actually made by Gu Yan by folding and compressing special spirit paper. Inside were the droppings of the Fiery Demon Wolf that he had casually collected in the Fire Phosphorus Swamp, as well as the highly poisonous saliva of the Two-Headed Flame Serpent.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The explosion wasn't particularly loud, but its effect was astonishing.

Puffs of thick, yellow-green smoke exploded instantly, and the stench of sulfur, corrosive venom, and old excrement filled the enclosed passageway, creating what was essentially a biological disaster.

"vomit!!!"

Counterfeit goods are the first to be affected.

Even though he was a demonic cultivator, even though he killed countless people, this sudden stench still caught him off guard.

The poisonous smoke was also highly adhesive, sticking to his protective aura and emitting a sizzling, corrosive sound, instantly obstructing his vision.

The imposter was furious and retreated rapidly, wildly swinging his longsword in an attempt to dispel the disgusting smoke.

"Now's the time! Run!"

Gu Yan, like a startled rabbit, darted out from behind a pillar, grabbed Li Qingge who hadn't yet reacted, and dragged her to the other side of the main hall without regard for direction.

The main hall was extremely spacious.

Besides the blood pool in the center, there are eight huge stone statues of ferocious beasts standing around it.

Gu Yan pulled Li Qingge and hid in the shadow of one of the stone statues.

"What did you use?"

Li Qingge coughed repeatedly from the choking, and her gaze towards Gu Yan held a strange look.

The smell just now almost caused her, a Golden Core cultivator, to have her Dao Heart Collapse.

"Now is not the time to talk about this."

Gu Yan took out two concealment talismans from his pocket, sticking one on Li Qingge's body and the other on his own forehead.

Li Qingge glanced at him with some surprise.

Gu Changsheng may seem timid and submissive on ordinary days, but his insight is surprisingly sharp when it matters.

The imposter's aura was indeed weak; he possessed the early stage of the Golden Core realm but his spiritual energy circulation was noticeably sluggish.

"Come out! I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

As the smoke cleared, the counterfeiter was furious.

His once magnificent robe was now stained with yellowish-green grime, his former air of superiority completely gone, making him look like a vengeful ghost crawling out of a cesspool.

Looking around, unable to find any trace of the two, he could only vent his anger on the air, slashing blood-red sword energy at the surrounding stone walls, sending shards of stone flying.

"He's getting anxious."

Gu Yan lowered his voice and whispered in Li Qingge's ear, "Princess, are there any traps or formations in this hall? Can we use them against each other?"

Li Qingge glanced at the crazed imposter, her eyes darting around.

She pointed to the blood pool in the center: "That blood pool is the core of the entire palace, called the Blood Transformation Array. As long as there is enough blood sacrifice, its power can be activated. But he has a special exorcising artifact, so the array will not attack him on its own."

"Then let's peel off his turtle shell."

A fierce glint flashed in Gu Yan's eyes.

He rummaged through his storage bag for a while and pulled out a handful of gleaming gold coins.

These copper coins are no ordinary ones; they are the treasure-dropping gold coins he smuggled from the Demon Suppression Bureau's treasury.

Although it is a replica and can only be used once, it has a remarkable effect on breaking through low- to mid-level defensive magic artifacts.

"Princess, I'll distract him later. Can you use your jade plate to disrupt the flow of the formation here?"

Li Qingge gripped the jade plate in her hand and nodded: "Okay, but my current spiritual power can only last for three breaths."

"Three breaths is enough."

Gu Yan took a deep breath, and the playful expression on his face disappeared.

He suddenly jumped out from behind the stone statue, stood in the center of the hall, pointed at the imposter, and began to curse:

"You pervert in the red shirt! I'm right here! Come and get me if you dare! You look all dressed up, but why do you reek of shit? Did you just have a big meal?"

That shout was enough to ignite a torrent of hatred.

The imposter suddenly turned his head, his blood-red eyes seeming to spit fire.

"die!!!"

He no longer cared about his composure; he transformed into a blood-red afterimage, his long sword piercing straight for Gu Yan's heart.

Even if the cultivation level was increased by taking drugs, the speed of this sword strike was far beyond what an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator could withstand.

Gu Yan stood motionless, as if he were stunned.

Just as the sword tip was three inches away from him, the sharp sword energy had already torn through his official robe.

"Let's do it!"

Gu Yan roared.

Hiding in the shadows, Li Qingge suddenly activated the jade plate.

"Buzz!"

The space inside the hall suddenly distorted.

The once calm blood pool suddenly surged with a huge wave, and an invisible suction force instantly enveloped the entire hall.

The imposter inevitably paused for a moment.

This meal was the one.

Gu Yan made a move.

Instead of dodging, he took a sudden step forward and charged straight at the tip of the sword.

"Pfft!"

The longsword pierced his left shoulder, and blood splattered everywhere.

This was a ruse, a way to get closer to someone.

The imposter clearly hadn't expected this ant to dare to throw its life away. In that moment of stunned silence, Gu Yan waved his right hand.

"Die!"

The handful of gleaming gold coins rained down on the imposter.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

A crisp impact sound rang out.

The imposter's originally indestructible protective aura crumbled rapidly under the impact of the copper coins, like ice and snow melting away. Even the jade pendant he wore at his waist, meant to ward off evil, shattered with a crack.

"not good!"

The imposter was terrified and tried to draw his sword and retreat.

But he discovered that he couldn't pull out his sword.

Gu Yan gripped the sword blade tightly with his left hand, not loosening his grip even when his palm was cut and bleeding profusely.

A hideous smile appeared on his face, and his clear black and white eyes reflected the imposter's terrified face.

"You think I'm some kind of marketplace, coming and going as you please?"

Gu Yan raised his right foot and, with all his might, kicked the imposter hard in the lower abdomen.

With this kick, Gu Yan used the shock force of the Divine Demon Tai Chi Diagram.

"Bang!"

The imposter screamed and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

And the direction he flew off was right at that boiling pool of blood!

Without the protection of the exorcising artifact, this blood pool is the most deadly poison for demonic cultivators.

"No!!!"

The imposter struggled desperately in mid-air, trying to grab onto something.

But it was all too late.

"Thump!"

He crashed heavily into the pool of blood.

The originally bright red pool water, as if it had smelled a fishy odor, instantly boiled over, and countless blood-red tentacles emerged from the bottom of the pool, tightly binding his limbs and pulling him down.

"Help me! Help! I am..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was engulfed in blood, with only a few huge blood bubbles appearing before he fell silent.

Gu Yan clutched his injured shoulder, plopped down on the ground, and gasped for breath.

It hurts, it really hurts.

To stage this elaborate ruse, the sword was actually plunged into the flesh.

But it was worth it.

Not only did they eliminate the troublesome imposter, but they also managed to steal a storage bag from him during their brief contact.

Since they dare to impersonate Blood Swordsman, they should pay some copyright fees.

Li Qingge emerged from the shadows and looked at the wound on Gu Yan's shoulder with a complicated expression.

"you……"

Just as she was about to say something, the sound of a mechanism turning suddenly came from the center of the hall.

They both turned their heads at the same time.

The blood pool that had devoured the imposter was now emitting an eerie red light.

The essence and spiritual power of that early-stage Golden Core cultivator were clearly the best offering to activate the formation.

In the center of the blood pool, the suspended crystal coffin slowly rose to the ground.

The sealing runes on the coffin lid are peeling off little by little.

An ancient pressure emanated from the female corpse in the coffin.

"aunt……"

Li Qingge's eyes were glazed over as she unconsciously walked towards the crystal coffin, as if she were bewitched by some kind of force.

"Don't go over there! That's a corpse demon!"

Gu Yan's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed Li Qingge's wrist.

In his view of the world of paper, that was not a sleeping beauty at all.

Inside that seemingly perfect body lurked a mass of pitch-black resentment, which coalesced into a hideous ghost face that grinned greedily at them through the crystal coffin.

"Let me go...she's calling me..."

Li Qingge was no longer the same as before; suddenly she possessed astonishing strength and struggled to shake off Gu Yan.

"Shut up! He just wants to eat you!"

Gu Yan panicked, fearing that the other party would devour Li Qingge and then be fully revived. So he disregarded the taboo of men and women not touching each other and directly chopped Li Qingge on the back of the neck with a chop.

Li Qingge's body went limp, and she collapsed into Gu Yan's arms.

Holding this hot potato, Gu Yan looked at the increasingly unstable blood pool, his scalp tingling.

The imposter's corpse clearly became a sacrifice to this formation, which actually accelerated the awakening of this ghostly thing.

"Click."

A soft sound.

The lid of the crystal coffin had a crack.

A pale, jade-like hand with black fingernails slowly emerged from the coffin and gripped its edge.

"Who... disturbed my peaceful dream...?"

A cold, melancholic female voice echoed throughout the main hall for a long time.

Gu Yan swallowed hard and retreated step by step while holding Li Qingge.

He glanced at the unconscious princess in his arms, then at the ghostly hand struggling to crawl out.

"Senior, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."

As Gu Yan backed away, he called out, "We're here to deliver the meal. That young man in the red shirt was serving the main course. Please enjoy your meal; we won't disturb you any longer!"

After saying that, he turned and ran, even faster than when he was fleeing for his life.

But the exit of this hall, the bronze door through which we entered, had been sealed off by a layer of blood-red light curtain at some point.

Gu Yan stopped and looked at the light screen, his mind racing.

He glanced down at his still-bleeding shoulder, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Since we can't escape, we have no choice but to fight.

He placed Li Qingge in a corner and protected her with several defensive talismans.

Then, he slowly straightened up, and his face, which usually wore a kind smile, was now filled with a cold and murderous aura.

His fingers moved swiftly inside his sleeve.

Thin paper figures, as thin as cicada wings, flew out from his sleeves, collar, and trouser legs.

Ten, a hundred, a thousand.

In the blink of an eye, countless paper figures covered the entire hall, densely packed, like a white ocean.

These paper figures swelled in the wind, transforming into palm-sized armored warriors wielding weapons and radiating faint spiritual energy.

"The paper industry is a vast army."

Gu Yan whispered.

In those heterochromatic pupils, golden light overwhelmed the black.

Since you want to use the "corpse horde" tactic, then I'll play the "paper horde" tactic with you.

Let's see if your corpse spirit is tougher, or if my paper dolls are more numerous.

"rise!"

With Gu Yan's command.

Countless paper warriors, like a white torrent, fearlessly rushed towards the opening crystal coffin.

Amidst the rain of paper, the woman who had just sat up from the coffin revealed a vivid and eerie look of confusion on her previously expressionless dead face.

Her completely black eyes pierced through the layers of paper figures and stared intently at Gu Yan.

"It's you..."

"We...have met before."

Gu Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Have you seen it?

I've never seen such a stunning female zombie in both of my lives combined!

Could it be a romantic entanglement caused by the original owner?

No, that's not right.

Those eyes weren't looking at Gu Changsheng's physical appearance.

They were looking at his soul, or... that thing inside him.

Gu Yan subconsciously touched the area of ​​his dantian.

There, the Tai Chi diagram of gods and demons was slowly rotating, and the dragon ball, which had not yet been fully digested, was also trembling uneasyly.

The water in this underground palace was deeper than he had imagined.

Gu Yan gritted his teeth, and with a flick of his right hand, the longsword he had just snatched from the imposter flew into his hand.

Since we can't avoid it, then let's fight!

He made a hand seal, and the paper figures in the sky suddenly burst into flames, turning into golden flames that engulfed the crystal coffin.