Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 60 Black Wind Presses Down on the City, Advancement to Outer Sect

Black Wind Valley truly lives up to its name.

Two towering black mountain peaks, like a giant gate, divide the sky and the earth.

The wind howled through the canyon, whipping up clouds of black sand that stung our faces.

Every inch of this land was stained dark brown with blood, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood and mixed spiritual energy fluctuations.

Gu Yan, leading the dusty but excited transport team that had made a small fortune from a bargain find, finally arrived at the front-line camp of the Flowing Cloud Sect at dusk.

The camp was built against the mountain, and countless flags fluttered in the wind, forming an indestructible defensive light curtain.

"Stop! Show me your identification immediately!"

As they approached the camp gate, several sharp divine senses locked onto them. The guards were all clad in armor and armed with weapons, their eyes as sharp as those of hawks.

"Delivering special talismans, Ninth Squad, Gu Changsheng."

Gu Yan revealed the red command flag.

The guard checked the token, his expression softened slightly, and he waved for them to pass: "Hurry up and go in, Elder Yun has been urging us several times already."

After passing through numerous checkpoints, Gu Yan, carrying the heavy box, arrived directly in front of a huge tent located in the core area of ​​the camp.

The tent was made entirely of the hide of some kind of demonic beast, with intricate runes drawn on it, and it faintly exuded a chilling aura.

"Come in."

Before the announcement could be made, Yun Canghai's gentle yet emotionless voice came from inside.

Gu Yan took a deep breath, signaled the team members behind him to wait outside, and carried the box inside alone.

The tent was dimly lit, with only a few bronze oil lamps flickering with a pale blue flame.

Yun Canghai stood with his back to the door, deep in thought in front of a huge sand table.

Hearing the noise, he slowly turned around, his seemingly gentle eyes scanning Gu Yan before finally settling on the box.

"They actually made it here alive?"

Yun Canghai's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible surprise, "I heard that you encountered an ambush by demonic cultivators when you passed through Broken Soul Pass?"

"Thanks to the elder, I was lucky enough to encounter a few demonic cultivators who only knew how to use fancy moves. With the brothers fighting desperately, we managed to get through this ordeal."

Gu Yan put down the box, wiped the soot off his face, revealing a set of white teeth, and smiled with an incredibly honest and simple expression.

"Luck is also a form of ability."

Yun Canghai said something meaningful, then with a flick of his sleeve, the lid of the box opened by itself.

A faint, sweet-smelling scent of ink instantly filled the air.

The box contained neatly stacked piles of pale yellow talisman paper.

Although the surface of these talismans was rough, each one exuded a strange spiritual aura, especially the special smell of the corpse-fragrant taro powder, which was exactly the effect Yun Canghai wanted.

Yun Canghai reached out and picked up a card, gently stroking it with his fingertips, feeling the yin energy contained within.

"good."

He nodded in satisfaction. "The powder has blended perfectly, even better than I expected. It seems you do have some talent in talisman making."

That's natural.

Gu Yan sneered inwardly.

To make you satisfied, I deliberately added so much spirit-locking ash to cover up the flaws, and even used the paper-binding technique to perform a second pressing.

"Elder, you flatter me. I was just following the prescription and didn't dare to take credit." Gu Yan maintained his humble posture.

Yun Canghai put down the talisman and looked at Gu Yan's timid appearance. The last bit of doubt in his eyes disappeared.

What kind of trouble can a mere servant at the seventh level of Qi Refining cause, even if he has some cleverness?

As long as these talismans are usable and can attract that thing, nothing else matters.

"I said that once this is done, I will grant you the status of an outer disciple."

Yun Canghai casually tossed out a token engraved with the character "Yun," and said, "Take this to the Personnel Hall to register. From today onwards, you are an outer disciple under the Dan Hall of the Liuyun Sect. From now on, the waste disposal site on Qingzhu Peak will be under your jurisdiction."

Gu Yan accepted the token with both hands, tears welling up in his eyes. He knelt down with a thud and kowtowed, saying, "Thank you so much, Elder! I am willing to serve you with my life!"

Those tears were half acting, and half genuine joy.

With this identity, it became much easier for him to move around within the sect, and the treasure land of Green Bamboo Peak was now completely in his hands.

"Go ahead. Stay at the camp for the next few days; there might be another mission for you."

Yun Canghai waved his hand, dismissing Gu Yan as if shooing away a fly.

Stepping out of the tent, Gu Yan's face revealed a cold expression.

He stroked the token in his hand, feeling the faint trace of divine consciousness imprint within it, and licked his lips.

That old man was definitely up to no good; he wanted to monitor his location at all times.

However, this was not a problem for Gu Yan, who had a paper doppelganger.

Back in the rest area, Gu Yan briefly reassured his team members, then made an excuse to go alone to a secluded corner on the edge of the camp.

As night fell, countless blood-red lanterns suddenly lit up on the mountain opposite Black Wind Valley.

The Blood River Sect's army has arrived.

Gu Yan stood behind a boulder, his gaze piercing through the darkness to the mountain peak opposite him, shrouded in blood-red aura.

There, a familiar figure stood on the edge of the cliff, facing the wind.

He wore a dark red robe, his face was covered by a blood-red mask, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.

It was his clone, the Blood Swordsman.

Their gazes met in the void. Although they were separated by a great distance, the resonance deep in their souls allowed Gu Yan to clearly perceive the other's thoughts.

"The stage is set up, and the audience has entered."

Gu Yan's lips curled slightly as he transmitted his thoughts, saying, "Then let's begin, my Blood Shadow Elder."

On the opposite cliff.

Blood Swordsman slowly raised the longsword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointing directly at the Flowing Cloud Sect's camp.

"Pass down the order."

His hoarse voice echoed in the cold wind, carrying a chilling killing intent: "At dawn tomorrow, attack the left wing of the Flowing Cloud Sect and force out their Elder Yun."

If we're going to deliver goods, we should do it in a spectacular way.

It's time for these soul-guiding talismans, which Gu Yan has tampered with, to finally put them to good use.