Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 28 Thunder Shakes Evil Spirits, Immortal Sect Guide

This is an extremely asymmetrical battle.

On one side was the Yin Iron Rakshasa, who was over ten feet tall and covered in iron armor with dark red evil patterns flowing across his body; on the other side was a slender, barefoot, and handsome young man dressed in white.

However, it was the big guy who was being suppressed and beaten.

Each time the Yin Iron Rakshasa's iron fist slammed down, it blasted a deep crater in the ground, sending up a shower of wood chips.

But the white-clad youth was like a feather floating in the wind, narrowly avoiding each fatal blow.

His movements were strangely light, his feet barely touching the ground, as if he had no weight.

"Is this all you're relying on? A bulky lump of iron?"

The boy chuckled, his voice echoing through the narrow shop, sending chills down one's spine.

With a casual wave of his hand, those pale white tentacles lashed out like countless steel whips, striking the Yin Iron Rakshasa's body with a crackling sound.

Even with the protection of the Reverse Scale Heart Mirror, the hard iron armor was quickly covered with dents.

Even more deadly is that those tentacles are extremely corrosive, and the evil energy that originally flowed on the Yin Iron Rakshasa's body is being rapidly worn away and devoured.

"Mortals are just mortals. Do they think they can fight against immortals just by picking up a few pieces of scrap metal?"

The boy's eyes were filled with disdain as he pointed a finger into the air.

A crimson beam of light shot from his fingertips, instantly piercing the Yin Iron Rakshasa's left shoulder, the very point connecting his arm.

"Clang!"

The massive iron arm of the Yin Iron Rakshasa drooped limply.

Gu Yan stood behind the counter, calmly observing.

The limit of the mortal realm.

This so-called holy son has reached the pinnacle of mortal martial arts, and has even stepped one foot into the threshold of Qi Refining.

His power was no longer simply a mixture of vital energy and blood, but rather a blend of some kind of evil magical power.

This is the difference in quality.

If we relied solely on the Yin Iron Rakshasa, we would surely die today.

"I've had enough fun."

The boy lost his patience. He blurred and ignored Yin Tie Luo Sha's obstruction, turning into a blur as he rushed straight at Gu Yan.

Those fair hands transformed into jet-black claws, aiming straight for Gu Yan's heart.

"Give me back my things!"

Faced with this deadly attack, Gu Yan suddenly revealed an extremely strange smile.

It wasn't fear, but the satisfaction of a hunter watching his prey fall into a trap.

Here you go, take it!

Gu Yan suddenly flicked his sleeve.

There was no storage bag as expected, nor any hidden weapons or throwing knives.

Only a streak of purplish-gold light, swift as thunder, collided head-on with the pitch-black claw.

It was a paper figure, only the size of a palm.

"What kind of junk is this...?"

The boy instinctively wanted to crush the paper.

But the moment his fingertips touched the paper figure, a terrifying aura that made his soul tremble erupted.

That was the scent of a natural enemy.

It is the most yang and powerful thunder, which is specifically designed to destroy all evil and yin!

"burst!"

Gu Yan let out a loud shout.

Boom!!!

Inside the cramped shop, it was as if a purple sun had risen.

The moment the Purple Heaven Thunder General Talisman came into contact with the evil energy, all the violent energy contained within the lightning-struck wood powder was released at once.

There were no fancy moves, only pure destruction.

"ah!!!"

The piercing screams even drowned out the thunder.

The boy's jet-black claw turned to ashes, followed by his entire arm, and then half of his body.

Lightning bolts, like countless frenzied purple snakes, burrowed into his body, wantonly destroying those evil meridians.

He flew backward like a rag doll, crashing hard into the wall and shattering the row of paper figures into pieces.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The once arrogant holy son has been reduced to a charred, mangled mass of flesh, clinging to life with only a breath left.

True fear finally surfaced in his pure black eyes.

"Thunder magic?! You're a true disciple of the righteous...immortal sect?!"

His voice trembled as he spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

In his limited understanding, anyone who could master such domineering thunder magic was, without exception, a core disciple of a major immortal cultivation sect.

He actually went and stupidly came to rob a disciple of a cultivation sect? That's practically suicide!

Gu Yan slowly walked out from behind the counter, toying with another unused thunder talisman in his hand, a harmless smile on his face:

"The true master? I dare not accept that title. I'm just a paper craftsman running a small business."

He walked up to the Holy Son and looked down at the dying boy.

"However, my business partner has a bad temper, especially towards customers who want to dine and dash."

"No...don't kill me!"

The boy struggled to shrink back, his eyes filled with a desperate will to survive: "I am an outer disciple of the Blood River Sect, I know many secrets! I know where to find Foundation Establishment Pills! Just let me go..."

Blood River Sect? Outer Disciple?

Gu Yan raised an eyebrow.

It turns out that the White Spirit Sect is indeed backed by a genuine immortal cultivation sect.

"Forget about secrets, the dead are the most secretive."

Without any hesitation, Gu Yan flicked his finger.

A sharp playing card flew out and precisely severed the boy's throat.

Listening to the nonsense of such an evil cultivator who might retaliate even on his deathbed is irresponsible towards one's own life.

[Slayed a powerful but morally vulnerable cultivator at the peak of the mortal realm (severely injured).]

[Gained a large amount of pure divine soul power.]

[Proficiency in "Paper-cutting Soldiers" has greatly improved.]

[Special item obtained: Blood River Sect Outer Sect Token (incomplete).]

Gu Yan ignored the prompts on the panel and began to skillfully loot the corpse.

Since this kid came here to search for treasure, he must have some good stuff on him.

Sure enough, Gu Yan found a similar bone storage bag in his arms, even more exquisite than Bai Yunfei's.

In addition, there was a blood-red token that was neither gold nor jade, with a ferocious skull engraved on it and the words "Guidance" written on it.

Gu Yan's consciousness probed into the storage bag.

The next moment, his breathing became rapid.

There was no gold or silver inside, only dozens of translucent stones emanating a faint spiritual aura, and an old parchment scroll made of some unknown material.

A spirit stone! It's a spirit stone!

The true currency of the cultivation world.

Gu Yan temporarily set the spirit stones aside, and with trembling hands took out the parchment scroll, unfolded it, and took a look.

It was a map, marked with sects of all sizes and dangerous places. In the corner of the map, there was a place circled in red with a few small words written on it:

[The Ascension Ceremony, three years later, at Yunmeng Marsh.]

Gu Yan was deeply shocked.

This is not just a map; it is a ticket to the true world of cultivation.

Changning County is too small; it's just a corner of the mundane world.

Even if he becomes the richest man, a county magistrate, or even the leader of the martial arts world here, he will still be nothing more than a frog in a well throughout his life.

A hundred years from now, we will be no different from those peddlers and laborers, just another handful of yellow earth.

Only by cultivating immortality can one attain the Great Dao and achieve immortality.

Gu Yan gripped the parchment scroll tightly and looked up at the roof that had been blasted apart by the lightning bolt.

The night sky is dotted with countless stars, deep and boundless.

Three years.

He has three more years to prepare.

Before that, he wanted to thoroughly muddy the waters of Changning County, squeeze out all its resources, and arm himself to the teeth.

"Whether it's the Blood River Sect or the Ascension Ceremony."

Gu Yan packed up his things, turned around and looked at the mess behind him, a flame of ambition burning in his eyes.

"As long as you pay, even if a god in heaven dies, I can make him a satisfactory paper sedan chair."

"Now...it's time to clean up."

Although Yin Tie Luo Sha lost an arm, he was still an exceptionally skilled hand at such rough work.

The night wind blew by, carrying away the last trace of the smell of blood.

Dawn was approaching in Changning County, but Gu Yan knew that his long night was just beginning.