Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 29 Endgame Game, Spirit Stones as Fuel

As dawn broke, the echoes of last night's spring thunder still lingered in the streets and alleys of Changning County.

Inside the paper-making shop, Gu Yan was squatting on the ground, holding a broom, sweeping the charred wood chips and unrecognizable ashes into a dustpan.

"This deal was a loss."

Gu Yan looked at the huge hole in the ceiling that allowed him to see the sky, and at the Yin Tie Luo Sha, who had lost an arm and was curled up in the cellar pretending to be dead, and sighed helplessly.

Three hundred taels of silver for a piece of lightning-struck wood, in exchange for a fatal blow.

Although the results are outstanding, the cost is indeed painfully high.

However, the rewards are also substantial.

Gu Yan touched the warm, smooth spirit stones in his arms. The pure energy fluctuations made his meridians, which had just been depleted from overexertion, feel refreshed.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from outside the door.

Without even looking, I knew they were from the Demon Suppression Division.

With such a commotion last night, it would be strange if they didn't come.

Gu Yan didn't panic. He grabbed a handful of black ash and smeared it on his face, then tore his clothes in a few places before stumbling to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a sharp, piercing aura of blades rushed out.

Song Hong was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, her hand on the hilt of her sword, followed by four tense-looking captains.

Seeing Gu Yan's disheveled appearance, her tense nerves seemed to relax a little, but the wariness in her eyes did not subside.

"Gu Yan! What happened here last night? Why did lightning strike?"

Song Hong stepped into the store, her eyes scanning the messy scene around her like a hawk.

She saw the charred mark on the wall, the mark left by the final impact of the Holy Son.

This damage was definitely not caused by ordinary lightning.

Gu Yan was now slumped on the threshold, looking utterly terrified, pointing tremblingly into the shop:

"My lord...you've finally arrived! Last night...last night a madman broke in, insisting I was some important person and wanted to eat my flesh! I was terrified, so I threw away that...that Five Thunderbolts Bead I bought at the ghost market a couple of days ago!"

"The Five Thunderbolts Bead?"

Song Hong frowned. She had heard of this kind of disposable hidden weapon before. It was usually made by unorthodox sorcerers. It was extremely powerful, but extremely unstable.

"You went to the ghost market?"

"Yes, they went! They went with the token the adults gave them!"

Gu Yan looked aggrieved and pulled out the black iron token from his pocket: "I was thinking that the world was in turmoil, so I wanted to buy a talisman after earning some money. That black-robed shopkeeper said this bead could save my life, and it cost me a full five hundred taels! I was originally going to keep it as a treasure, but who knew..."

As he spoke, he slapped his thigh in distress, perfectly portraying the image of a miser who had lost a fortune.

Song Hong walked to the charred wall and reached out to touch the remaining ashes.

There was definitely the scent of gunpowder and thunder.

Although the power was ridiculously great, the residual energy fluctuations were chaotic and disordered, which did not seem like a inherited thunder magic power, but rather a one-time violent outburst.

Moreover, she didn't believe that Gu Yan, an ordinary paper craftsman, could master such profound lightning magic.

"Where is that person?" Song Hong asked.

Gu Yan pointed to the winnowing basket on the ground: "There's no way to blow it all up. All that's left is this pile of ashes."

Song Hong glanced at the pile of ashes, her lips twitching slightly.

tough enough.

A "bomb" worth five hundred taels of silver, detonated at close range, would turn even iron into water, let alone a person.

"It's better that he's dead."

Song Hong breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was a little disappointed that she hadn't caught any prisoners alive, the longer these dangerous individuals stayed in the city, the greater the potential threat.

"Last night, traces of remnants of the White Spirit Cult were also discovered outside the city. It seems they are planning to coordinate an attack from within. Although you stumbled upon this by accident, you have rid Changning County of a scourge."

She turned around, looked at Gu Yan's miserable state, and took a money pouch from her waist and threw it over:

"Here's fifty taels, as compensation for repairing the shop. Try to stay home as much as possible these days. The person who died might have been someone important, so don't let anyone target you."

Gu Yan quickly caught the money bag and thanked him profusely.

"Thank you, sir! You are wise and powerful! And this corpse...and this ashes?"

"You can decide what to do with it; bury it or scatter it, it's up to you."

Song Hong waved her hand and hurriedly left with her entourage.

There was still a mess to clean up outside the city, and she didn't have time to waste her breath arguing with a small-time boss.

After seeing off this big Buddha, the fear on Gu Yan's face vanished instantly.

He closed the dilapidated shop door, weighed the fifty taels of silver in his hand, and sneered.

"Fifty taels, that's like giving money to a beggar. But it's alright, this matter is considered settled."

He went to the cellar.

The Yin Iron Rakshasa lay quietly in the corner, its severed arm broken in jagged edges, and its iron armor corroded and pitted.

Gu Yan touched the big guy with a bit of heartache.

"You need to be upgraded."

He took out the bag of spirit stones and picked out the smallest one, which was only about the size of a thumbnail.

He wanted to try a bold idea.

Traditional paper-making techniques use one's own essence, energy, and spirit to "dot the eyes" and connect with the spirit, but what if a spirit stone were used as the energy core?

Gu Yan took out a carving knife and carved a groove in the chest area of ​​the Yin Iron Rakshasa, below where the "Reverse Scale Heart Protection Mirror" was placed.

Then, he embedded the spirit stone into it and used gold powder to outline several runes that guided spiritual energy, connecting them to his limbs and bones.

With the final stroke completed.

"Buzz!"

The previously silent Yin Iron Rakshasa suddenly emitted a low rumble.

The spirit stone lit up instantly, and a soft blue light flowed through its entire body along the runes.

The Yin Iron Rakshasa's previously dull single eye now seemed to have gained a spark of life, as if it had truly come to life.

It slowly raised its only remaining arm and clenched its fist.

Click click click.

The sound of air being squeezed and popped was clearly audible.

"So strong."

Gu Yan's eyes lit up.

The power provided by this spirit stone was more than twice as strong as his own internal energy.

Moreover, as long as the spirit stones are not exhausted, this puppet can maintain its peak combat power, and he doesn't even need to be distracted by controlling it all the time.

Is this the power of spending money?

Looking at the dozens of spirit stones remaining in his hand, Gu Yan had a crazy plan in mind.

If we could equip all the paper figures in this shop with spirit stone cores, and then combine that with the supernatural power of "Paper Cutting into Soldiers"...

Then this small paper-making shop will be transformed into a veritable mechanical fortress.

At that time, let alone any remnants of the White Spirit Sect, even if an inner disciple of the Blood River Sect came, they would have to suffer greatly before leaving.

"However, motivation alone is not enough; we also need to fix this skin."

Gu Yan turned his gaze to the skinned lizardman corpse beside him, as well as the few pieces of unburned Holy Son's bone fragments that he had specially collected while sweeping the floor last night.

"Demon scales for armor, evil bones for weapons, and spirit stones for the heart."

Gu Yan smiled and picked up the scissors and needle again.

"Yin Tie Luo Sha, from today onwards, you should change your name."

"Let's call him... Asura Guard."

Sunlight streamed in through the hole in the window, illuminating Gu Yan's focused face.