Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 57 Yin-Yang Eyes, Undercurrent Resonance

The night is still and quiet, the moon is hidden and the stars are sparse.

The Bloodthirsty Iron Thorn Forest behind Green Bamboo Peak is like a lurking beast in the darkness. Occasionally, a few wild rats, oblivious to their own mortality, will wander in and immediately fall silent, leaving only a series of teeth-grinding sounds of bones cracking.

Inside the room, Gu Yan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

His consciousness sank into his sea of ​​consciousness, and through that hidden soul bond, he established a connection with his clone who was thousands of miles away.

In an instant, the world seemed to split in two before his eyes.

His left eye was a quiet cultivation chamber with ancient books and a dim lamp, while his right eye was a demonic punishment hall engulfed in blood and flames.

……

Blood River Sect, Punishment Hall.

Inside the cold, damp dungeon, the air was thick with the acrid smell of rotting flesh and burning hot irons.

The Blood Swordsman, dressed in a dark red robe, sat upright in the main seat.

He toyed with a boning knife in his hand, his eyes indifferent as he looked down at the Blood River Sect disciple nailed to the rack.

This person is one of the array masters in charge of setting up the Yunmengze Grand Array.

"Still won't you tell me?"

The Blood Swordsman's voice was hoarse and low, revealing no emotion.

"Elder, spare me! I was really just following the formation diagram... I knew nothing!"

The disciple was covered in blood, crying and begging for mercy.

The Blood Swordsman shook his head and flicked his fingers.

"call out.""

The sharp knife in his hand transformed into a streak of light, precisely slicing off one of the disciple's ears.

"I didn't ask you about the formation diagram."

The Blood Swordsman stood up and walked step by step to the rack, his blood-red eyes staring directly into the other man's terrified and unfocused eyes: "My question is, who told you to bury a piece of Soul-Guiding Incense beneath the array's core that day in Yunmeng Marsh?"

The disciple's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body trembled violently: "How...how did you know...?"

The Soul-Guiding Incense is colorless and odorless; when burned, it can guide ghosts and spirits from the underworld to cross over.

This thing was extremely secret; only he and the person who gave it to him knew about it.

"In the courtroom, I will question you, not the other way around."

The Blood Swordsman placed his hand on the disciple's head, a ghostly light flashing in his palm as he activated the Soul Searching Technique!

"ah!!!"

The piercing screams echoed through the dungeon, but soon ceased.

The disciple rolled his eyes, foamed at the mouth, and completely turned into an idiot.

The Blood Swordsman withdrew his hand, the red light in his eyes intensifying.

He accessed the key memories.

The person who gave the Soul-Guiding Incense was actually wearing the robes of an inner disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sect!

Moreover, in the fragments of memory, the person had a blue jade pendant engraved with the character "cloud" hanging from his waist.

"A traitor within the Flowing Cloud Sect colluded with a formation master from the Blood River Sect, attempting to turn Yunmeng Marsh into a ghost realm..."

The Blood Swordsman's lips curled into a cold smile.

……

Liuyun Sect, Qingzhu Peak.

Gu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

The Soul Searching Technique consumes a great deal of spiritual energy. Even though he used a clone to perform it, his main body still felt dizzy.

"A traitor within the Flowing Cloud Sect..."

Gu Yan muttered to himself, his fingers unconsciously tapping the bed board.

Based on the images transmitted back by the clone, although the identity of the mole has not yet been confirmed, the scope has been narrowed down considerably.

Being able to freely enter and exit the front-line battlefield and even come into contact with the Blood River Sect's array masters, this person's status in the Flowing Cloud Sect is definitely not low.

"Could he be a true disciple? Or a confidant of one of the elders?"

Gu Yan thought of Shen Youwei.

That woman has intricate connections with the Flowing Cloud Sect, and her previous investigation into Wang Meng's illegal cultivation of the Blood-Weeping Bamboo indicates that she also suspects there are problems within the sect.

"It seems the Flowing Cloud Sect isn't entirely peaceful either."

Gu Yan sighed.

Just then, a slight tremor came from the Bloodthirsty Ironthorn Forest outside the house.

Those are signals fed back from the senses of the plants.

Someone is coming.

Moreover, his aura is not weak; he is at the Foundation Establishment stage!

Gu Yan immediately composed himself and pushed the "Withered Tree Breath Concealing Technique" and "Breath Concealing Turtle and Snake Skill" to their limits, making himself look like an ordinary handyman disciple.

"Knock knock knock".

The knocking sounded, unhurried yet carrying an undeniable air of authority.

"Gu Changsheng, the handyman disciple, come out and receive my orders."

Gu Yan straightened his robes, put on a fearful expression, and opened the door.

The person standing outside the door was none other than Steward Ma from the servants' quarters.

However, at this moment, he no longer had his usual snobbish demeanor, but stood respectfully behind a middle-aged man in a purple robe.

The man in the purple robe had a refined appearance, with three long wisps of beard on his chin, and a blue jade pendant engraved with the character "Yun" hanging prominently at his waist!

Gu Yan's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

This jade pendant and the scratches on it are exactly the same as the jade pendant of the traitor in the clone's memories!

But there was nothing unusual on his face. He simply knelt down with a thud, bowing his head low and saying, "This humble one, Gu Changsheng, greets all the immortal masters."

Get up.

The man in purple robes spoke calmly, his voice gentle and refined, yet it sent a chill down Gu Yan's spine. "I've heard you have considerable expertise in processing purple-veined bamboo, and the bamboo pulp you grind is of exceptional quality?"

"Reporting to the Immortal Master, I am merely skilled and dare not take credit." Gu Yan kept his head down.

"No need to be modest."

The man in purple robes stepped into the courtyard, his gaze lingering for a moment on the dense cluster of Bloodthirsty Iron Thorns. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "These Iron Thorns are planted quite well. It seems you also have some talent in the art of spiritual plants."

"This...this is to protect against wild boars..." Gu Yan stammered as he explained.

The man in purple robes waved his hand, interrupting him: "I am Yun Canghai, an elder of the Pill Hall. The sect recently needs to refine a batch of special talisman paper, which requires a large amount of high-quality bamboo pulp. I think your back mountain has a quiet and secluded environment, which is perfect for it."

As he spoke, he casually tossed a storage bag that landed in front of Gu Yan.

"This contains ten thousand catties of top-quality purple-veined spirit bamboo, along with some special medicinal powder. You must grind them all into a paste within half a month, adding the medicinal powder during the grinding process. Once it's done, you will be granted the status of an outer disciple."

Outer disciple!

This is a promotion opportunity that countless menial workers dream of.

But alarm bells were ringing in Gu Yan's mind.

Although the scent of medicinal powder emanating from the storage bag was masked by the fragrance of the bamboo, he could still detect a familiar sweet and pungent smell.

That's one of the ingredients in the Soul-Guiding Incense recipe!

He claimed to be refining talisman paper, but secretly he was clearly using this unsuspecting servant to mass-produce the kind of poisonous paper that could attract ghosts!

"Thank you for your promotion, Elder! I will certainly do my utmost!"

Gu Yan trembled with excitement, as if he had been overwhelmed by a huge surprise.

Yun Canghai nodded in satisfaction.

In his view, this was just a low-ranking servant who got lucky and couldn't cause any trouble.

"Do a good job and don't let me down."

Yun Canghai turned and left, and Steward Ma hurriedly followed.

Only after the two figures had completely disappeared did Gu Yan slowly get up from the ground.

He patted the dust off his knees, looked at the storage bag on the table, and his eyes became incredibly deep.

"Yun Canghai... Elder Dantang..."

"So you were the big fish."

Gu Yan opened the storage bag, picked up a bit of the so-called special powder, and sniffed it.

It is indeed a semi-finished product of the Soul-Guiding Incense.

If they really did as he asked, and the talisman paper made from 10,000 catties of bamboo pulp were to be released, the Liuyun Sect would probably become a second Youmingtan.

"Trying to use me as a weapon?"

Gu Yan sneered.

With a thought, he sent a command to his clone at the Blood River Sect via his divine sense.

"Check if the Blood River Sect has recently had a large demand for Soul-Guiding Incense, and whether the buyers are from the Flowing Cloud Sect."

Then, he turned to look at the pile of purple-veined spirit bamboo.

"Since you've come to me, I won't stand on ceremony."

"I'll take this batch. As for the poison paper you wanted..."

Gu Yan pulled the black paper figure out of his pocket, a sly glint in his eyes.

"I'll add some special seasoning, I guarantee it will surprise you."