Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 27 Thunderous Essence Shapes Bones, Evil Child Knocks on the Door

The night was as dark as ink, and the wind outside the window had stopped at some point, plunging Changning County into a deathly silence.

Inside the paper-making shop, the heat was intense.

Gu Yan was shirtless, revealing his strong and well-defined muscles.

He didn't seem like a gloomy paper craftsman; he seemed more like a blacksmith sweating profusely.

The piece of peach wood core struck by lightning, worth three hundred taels, had been ground into a purplish-black powder little by little by him using a specially made fine steel file.

Each grain of powder flickers with an extremely faint electric arc.

"That's right, only when yang thunder enters yin paper can it blast open a new sky."

Gu Yan's eyes were bloodshot, yet they shone with an astonishing light.

He poured this precious wood powder into the already prepared pulp, which was mixed with tiger bone glue and cinnabar.

Stir, blend, spread out, and dry.

Gu Yan followed this process very carefully.

Because the energy in this pulp is too volatile, it can spontaneously combust if you are not careful.

Two hours later.

A special "paper" with a purplish-gold luster and a surface with faintly flowing thunder patterns was born.

It doesn't feel like paper; it feels more like a layer of animal hide with static electricity.

Gu Yan took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, until his heartbeat blended with the night outside the window.

"I cut paper into soldiers, and the Thunder God helped me."

Spiritual energy transforms into blades, which dance at the fingertips.

This time, he cut very slowly.

It is no longer a simple praying mantis, but the silhouette of a warrior clad in heavy armor and wielding two whips.

Although it was only the size of a palm, the overwhelming and domineering aura it exuded caused the candlelight on the table to dim slightly.

The final touch, the finishing touch.

When the two dots of cinnabar mixed with Gu Yan's heart's blood fell, the purple-gold paper figure trembled violently, a blinding flash of lightning streaked across its surface, and then quickly subsided, becoming simple and unadorned, like a cheap, everyday item.

[Craft a special talisman soldier: Purple Heaven Thunder General (one-time consumable).]

[Rank: Mortal Grade, Top Quality]

[Characteristic: Contains a trace of heavenly lightning power; explodes upon contact, doubling the damage against evil spirits.]

"It's done."

Gu Yan carefully put the "Thunder General" into a hidden pocket in his sleeve, close to his wrist.

That tingling sensation made him feel incredibly at ease.

Just then, a soft sound came from the shop outside.

"jingle."

It wasn't the doorbell that rang, but rather the string of copper coin swords that Gu Yan had hung at the door to ward off evil spirits, which broke without warning.

The copper coins were scattered all over the ground, and the sound of them rolling was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

coming.

Gu Yan's eyes narrowed, and he quickly put on his outer garment, wiped the cinnabar marks from his hands with a cloth, then pushed open the door of the secret room and walked into the front hall.

The shop door was not open, but there was already a person standing in front of the counter.

He was a boy who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

He wore a spotless white robe, was barefoot, and his skin was so white it was almost transparent, revealing the bluish-purple veins beneath.

He was very handsome, with a bright red cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, and he was toying with a finger that was still dripping blood.

That was the "corpse" of a paper mouse that Gu Yan had previously ambushed at the alley entrance.

"Boss, this paper mouse you made is really well done, it looks just like the real thing."

The boy turned around, gave Gu Yan a sweet smile, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.

His voice was soft and sweet, like he was being coquettish, but Gu Yan felt a bone-chilling cold rush straight to his head.

Gu Yan immediately plastered his signature shrewd smile on his face, rubbing his hands together as he stepped forward:

"Young master, is your visit so late at night something you wish to buy? We have a rule in this business that we don't open after midnight, but seeing that you look friendly, how about making an exception for you?"

The boy tilted his head, his pure black eyes, devoid of any whites, scrutinizing Gu Yan from head to toe:

"I'm not buying paper figures, I'm looking for my bag. It was given to me by the master, and it contained my snacks. I accidentally lost it, and I followed the smell to find this place."

He raised his hand and pointed to Gu Yan's arms, his tone innocent and naive:

"It's on you, I can smell it. Give it back to me, okay? Otherwise, Master will scold me."

Gu Yan's heart sank.

This is no holy son at all; this is clearly a "human demon" who has already cultivated to a certain level.

Those eyes held no human emotion whatsoever, only indifference and greed towards life.

"Young master is too kind."

Gu Yan looked confused and subconsciously touched his chest:

"I only have a few taels of loose silver and an account book on me. What bag do I have? Are you sure you're not mistaken? The whole room smells of paper pulp, it's really pungent."

The smile on the boy's face disappeared.

The speed at which they change their expressions is faster than turning the pages of a book.

"When adults are talking, children must not interrupt. But if any mortal lies to the Son, his tongue will be pulled out."

He sighed, as if he was very disappointed in Gu Yan.

"I don't blame you for that good-for-nothing Bai Yunfei dying here. But he lost my things, so I have to get them back. Since you won't give them to me, I'll take them myself. And by the way..."

The boy stuck out his pink tongue and licked his lips:

"Your blood and energy smell so good, better than anyone I've ever eaten. If I eat you, my cultivation should advance even further."

Before he finished speaking, the temperature inside the shop plummeted.

The paper figures that had been standing in the corner suddenly began to tremble violently, as if they had sensed the arrival of their natural enemy.

Suddenly, countless pale white tentacles emerged from the shadow beneath the boy's feet, like noodles that had come to life, carrying slime and a fishy smell, sweeping towards Gu Yan in an overwhelming manner.

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup."

Gu Yan's smile vanished, replaced by a cold expression.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

"Since you're here for the feast, don't be shy, there's plenty to eat."

Gu Yan slammed his hand on the counter.

boom.

The Yin Iron Rakshasa, which had been lying in ambush underground, burst forth from the ground, its enormous iron fist carrying immense force, slamming down on the white tentacles.

At the same time, the purple-gold thunder general in Gu Yan's sleeve, like a ferocious beast about to awaken, began to emit dangerously high temperatures.