Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 30 Scaled Corpse Stitched Together, Unexpected Wealth in Chaotic Times

The midday sun shone through the large hole in the roof like a spotlight onto the worktable.

Dust particles floated in the air and danced wildly in the beam of light. Gu Yan held a specially made bone needle in his hand and was performing an extremely delicate "surgical operation".

He soaked the lizard demon skin he had peeled off in a potion to soften it, and then stitched it back onto the ravaged body of the Yin Iron Rakshasa.

This is not a simple overlay, but a fusion.

Gu Yan moved his fingers swiftly, each needle imbued with a trace of spiritual energy.

The bone needles pierced through the demon's hide and iron armor, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

"Demon scales ward off evil, iron bones withstand force, and spirit stones provide energy."

Gu Yan's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, but his eyes burned with fervor.

As the last cyan scale covered the joint, the Yin Iron Rakshasa, which was originally full of metallic texture, completely changed its appearance.

It looks like an ancient warrior wearing heavy bronze armor, but the armor plates have biological textures and even open and close slightly with each breath.

Gu Yan put down the bone needles and gently patted the big guy on the shoulder.

"rise."

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

The spirit stone core on its chest glowed slightly, and the puppet named "Shura Guard" opened its single eye.

It made no mechanical noise, and its movements were as fluid as those of a true martial arts master, silently taking a step back and disappearing into the shadows.

The fusion of the demon skin not only increased its defensive capabilities but also endowed it with amazing stealth abilities.

This is the real killing weapon.

"Boss Gu! Is Boss Gu there?"

There was a rapid knocking on the door, accompanied by a cacophony of voices and the sound of wheels rolling.

Gu Yan waved for the Shura Guards to hide, then ruffled his hair, put on a worried expression, and went over to open the shop door.

Standing outside the door was Zhao Feng again, but this time, the constable Zhao looked unwell, with dark circles under his eyes, clearly having not slept all night.

Behind him were three carts covered with white cloth, from which the faint smell of blood could be detected.

"Lord Zhao, what's wrong...?"

Gu Yan looked at the cars, knowing exactly what was going on, but pretended not to know.

"Don't even mention it."

Zhao Feng waved his hand, looking sullen:

"With the fall of the White Spirit Sect, the remnants of the Black Dragon Gang, who were previously suppressed by them, along with those gang leaders from the south of the city, fought a chaotic brawl last night over territory. As a result, quite a few people died."

He lowered his voice and whispered in Gu Yan's ear:

"But these guys are different. This is the young master of the Iron Fist Sect in the south of the city and his confidants. They're rich, but they died a horrible death, their bodies were even torn apart. His father said that as long as the corpses can be sewn up decently and accompanied by the most glamorous paper offerings for their funeral, money is no problem."

Upon hearing that money was not a problem, Gu Yan's previously distressed face instantly relaxed, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with interest.

"Oh my, this is a big deal! Don't worry, Lord Zhao, sewing corpses is my specialty. I guarantee the young master will leave as if he were asleep."

He rubbed his hands together and greeted the person with a snobbish air.

In the next hour, Gu Yan demonstrated his professional qualities as a top-notch craftsman.

He didn't use any supernatural powers or magic; he simply relied on his superb stitching skills to piece together the several mutilated corpses. He even used rouge and powder to cover up the lividity, making the deceased look rosy-cheeked.

As for paper offerings, he simply brought out the batch of "exquisite paper horses" and "golden boys and jade girls" that he had stockpiled in his inventory.

When the Iron Fist Sect leader, who was crying his heart out, saw his son, who appeared to be asleep, and the lifelike paper effigies, he immediately took out five hundred taels of silver notes, plus a jade thumb ring as a thank-you gift.

"Master Gu, you're a living god! My son passed away with dignity, all thanks to you!"

The old sect leader held Gu Yan's hand, tears of gratitude streaming down his face.

"Please accept my condolences, Sect Leader. This is just a small token of my sympathy."

Gu Yan accepted the silver note with a look of pity and quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

After seeing off these important clients, Gu Yan looked at the thick stack of banknotes in his hand and was in a great mood.

Sure enough, in chaotic times, many people die, and business naturally thrives.

The five hundred taels just covered the shortfall from buying the lightning-struck wood, and there was even a surplus.

"Now that we have money, it's time to get down to business."

Gu Yan closed the shop door and hung up a sign that read, "Owner has something to do, closed for half a day."

He returned to the secret chamber and retrieved the sheepskin map he had taken from the Holy Son.

Having only glanced at it briefly before, Gu Yan now had some free time and decided to study it carefully.

He channeled his spiritual power into his eyes, and a faint layer of blood-red patterns suddenly appeared on the seemingly ordinary parchment scroll.

That's another layer of information hidden beneath the map.

Gu Yan's gaze stopped on the location of Changning County.

On a regular map, this is just an inconspicuous little county town.

But beneath the blood-red markings, a broken black chain was drawn underground in Changning County.

There was also a very small note next to it:

"The branch of the Earthly Fiend Yin Meridian has loosened its seal, allowing it to nourish corpses and refine blood."

Gu Yan felt a chill run down his spine.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder the White Spirit Cult chose this place to cause trouble, and no wonder that Holy Son made the trip in person.

They weren't doing this for any missionary work; instead, they were using the hundreds of thousands of people in Changning County as sacrifices to break the seal on this Yin vein!

The so-called "creation of gods" is nothing more than a means to gather resentment and break through the seal.

"Changning County is a powder keg."

Gu Yan tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his brows furrowed.

Although the Holy Son is dead, the fact that the seal has loosened cannot be changed.

The Blood River Sect has lost a pawn, and they will definitely not let this go.

His current situation may seem safe, but he is actually sitting on the edge of a volcano.

Just then, Gu Yan suddenly felt an unusual fluctuation pass over his head.

It was neither wind nor sound, but an extremely domineering and cold spiritual force, sweeping across the entire Changning County like a radar.

That is... the divine consciousness of a cultivator!

Moreover, this strength far surpasses that of that half-baked Holy Son; he is definitely a true Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Gu Yan's heart clenched, but he did not panic.

He immediately suppressed his aura, activating the "Concealing Breath Turtle-Snake Technique" to its limit, instantly transforming himself into a lifeless stone.

Gu Yan thought for a moment and felt that this was a bit like protesting too much, so he adjusted his aura back to that of an ordinary person.

At the same time, he quickly threw the spirit stones and the sheepskin map into a lead box that he had prepared beforehand, isolating them from all spiritual energy fluctuations.

The divine sense lingered above the paper-making shop for a moment.

Perhaps because the dense aura of death and the smell of paper pulp were too common, or perhaps because no spiritual energy fluctuations were sensed, the divine sense quickly shifted away, sweeping towards the mass grave outside the city.

A full cup of tea's time passed before Gu Yan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"A Foundation Establishment cultivator undergoing major repairs... It seems the elders of the Blood River Sect have come seeking revenge."

A ruthless glint flashed in Gu Yan's eyes.

We can't stay here for too long.

But he can't leave now; if he does, it will make him seem guilty.

Before leaving after completing this foundation-building major repair, he had to disguise himself even more deeply, becoming more like a greedy, cowardly, and somewhat skilled mortal.

"Since you're looking for it, then I'll find you some fun."

Gu Yan picked up the scissors and took out a ruined talisman from the pile of waste paper.

He wanted to prepare a "clue" of dubious authenticity for that unknown Foundation Establishment cultivator, to stir up the waters even more, and hopefully drag the experts of the Demon Suppression Division into the mess as well.

Only in the gap between the two giant beasts' battle can he, a tiny shrimp, swim further.