Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 66 A Cauldron Shakes the Mountains and Rivers, Blood Stains the Demon Soul

The black vortex, like the gaping maw of an abyss, devoured all the light around it.

Ghostly flames raged on the altar.

The Flowing Cloud Cauldron in Yun Canghai's hand was trembling violently. Its originally lush green body was now red-hot from the black ghost fire, and it was emitting a humming sound as if it could not bear the weight.

"Damn it! The Flowing Cloud Cauldron has gone out of control!"

Yun Canghai's hair was disheveled, and he no longer had the air of a sage.

He desperately channeled his spiritual power into the Flowing Cloud Cauldron, attempting to regain control of the talismans, but to his despair, he discovered that the talismans seemed to have developed their own consciousness, continuously drawing his spiritual power and feeding it back into that terrifying vortex.

On the other side, Blood River Master was in an even more miserable state.

The ghost bone he treasured was like a red-hot branding iron, stuck firmly to his palm.

The will-o'-the-wisp spread along his arm, scorching his skin and flesh until it was black, and even his soul trembled.

"It was you! It was you, you wicked disciple, who did it!"

Blood River Master's eyes widened in fury as he abruptly turned to look at Blood Swordsman, who had been standing guard at the edge.

Faced with the patriarch's questioning, the Blood Swordsman showed no panic whatsoever; instead, he revealed an expression of shock and anger that was even greater than the patriarch's.

"Ancestor, be careful! Someone is plotting against you!"

With a roar, the Blood Swordsman moved like lightning, rushing directly into the terrifying ghost fire and blocking Blood River Master's path.

"puff!"

A black beam of light shot out from the vortex and struck the Blood Swordsman hard in the chest.

Blood gushed out.

The Blood Swordsman was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the altar. A corner of his mask cracked, revealing a pale, paper-white profile.

But he still struggled to get up, and the first thing he did was not to run away or heal his wounds, but to glare angrily at the vast sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

"Yun Canghai! You despicable villain! You actually hid a Soul-Destroying Curse in the talisman! If I hadn't blocked this attack for our ancestor, he would be in grave danger!"

That shout was hoarse and full of emotion.

Blood River Master, who had been doubting Blood Swordsman, was stunned when he saw this scene.

Could it be... that this is really Yun Canghai's backup plan?

Yes, the talisman was provided by Yun Canghai. Although the ghost bone had passed through the hands of the Blood Swordsman, the strange sound caused by the soul-locking seal was indeed caused by the talisman.

Moreover, that sharp glint just now was indeed insidious and vicious, like a method used by some hypocrites in the righteous path to break demonic arts.

Besides, this kid really risked his life to save me!

"Good disciple! You should step back and heal your wounds! Once I've killed this old thief, I will avenge you!"

Blood River Master suppressed his last doubts, and a raging fire ignited in his eyes.

If he could tolerate being schemed against like this by Yun Canghai, then he would have wasted his centuries as a demon!

"Yun Canghai, if you want me dead, I'll drag you down to hell with me!"

Blood River Immortal no longer cared about the burning ghost fire and forcibly activated the essence and blood that had accumulated in his body for a hundred years.

He formed his five fingers into claws and exerted a sudden force, crushing the Netherworld Bone under the pained gaze of the Blood Swordsman!

"A sea of ​​blood! Explode!"

"boom!"

Endless crimson light erupted from the shattered ghost bones, transforming into a surging crimson river that collided violently with the ghostly flames of the underworld.

The world changed color.

A massive shockwave swept out.

Yun Canghai, who was the first to be hit, screamed in agony as the Flowing Cloud Cauldron in his hand was blasted away, and he fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

Shen Youwei was forced to retreat repeatedly by the terrifying shockwave.

She summoned an ice-blue shield, desperately protecting Gu Yan behind her.

"Junior Brother Gu, hang in there!"

Looking at Gu Yan, who was pale and barely breathing in her arms, Shen Youwei was filled with guilt and anger.

If it weren't for Gu Yan risking his life to tell me, and if he hadn't led the way at the cost of his own life, I would probably still be in the dark, and might even have become the next victim of Yun Canghai's conspiracy.

Just then, Gu Yan opened his eyes with difficulty.

He looked at the Flowing Cloud Cauldron lying in the pile of rocks in the distance, a barely perceptible greed flashing in his eyes. He quickly put on a look of terror and grabbed Shen Youwei's sleeve.

"Senior Sister...that cauldron...that's the sect's most precious treasure, the Flowing Cloud Cauldron...it absolutely cannot fall into the hands of the demonic path..."

"What time is it? What are you still worrying about the cauldron for!" Shen Youwei's eyes reddened with anxiety. "Survival is the most important thing!"

"No...that's the foundation of our sect...if we lose it...we'll be sinners..."

As Gu Yan spoke, he struggled to get up and grab the cauldron. His tragic act of placing the greater good of the sect above life and death was so moving that it brought tears to the eyes of all who heard it.

Shen Youwei gritted her teeth, looking at Gu Yan's determined eyes, and a surge of heroic spirit welled up in her heart.

"Okay! I'll go grab it! You stay here and don't move!"

After saying that, she transformed into a streak of light and, taking advantage of the moment when Yun Canghai was seriously injured and Blood River True Man was in a frenzy, headed straight for the Flowing Cloud Cauldron.

Watching Shen Youwei's departing figure, Gu Yan slowly sat up straight and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Go ahead and stir the water up even more."

He sat cross-legged and reconnected his consciousness with the Blood Swordsman in the distance.

At this moment, the Blood Swordsman was lying on the edge of the altar, pretending to be dead.

The demonic energy within his body was circulating wildly, quietly absorbing the pure blood energy overflowing from the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Gu Yan's main body was not idle either, pushing the "Evergreen and Withering Technique" to its limit, absorbing the massive spiritual energy dissipated from the surrounding area due to the great battle.

"That old man and Yun Canghai are already at their last gasp."

Gu Yan sneered inwardly.

"The Flowing Cloud Cauldron belongs to Shen Youwei, and the essence of the Blood River True Man... belongs to you."

This is his real purpose.

By using Shen Youwei to steal the Flowing Cloud Cauldron, Yun Canghai's escape route was cut off; by using Blood River Master's desperate counterattack, Yun Canghai's trump cards were exhausted.

Finally, he made these two old guys, who were both exhausted, into stepping stones for his and his clone's advancement.

In the field.

Yun Canghai had just struggled to his feet and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when he saw Shen Youwei grab the Flowing Cloud Cauldron from the ground, turn around and run away. Her movements were fluid and graceful, clearly premeditated.

"Shen Youwei! How dare you betray me!" Yun Canghai was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Betrayal? You colluded with the demonic path and harmed your fellow disciples. You dare to be an elder? I'll keep this cauldron for the sect for now. We'll see each other before the sect leader!"

Knowing she was no match for him, Shen Youwei turned and fled far away on her sword without looking back, leaving behind only a proud and aloof figure.

Without the Flowing Cloud Cauldron, Yun Canghai lost his confidence. Facing the Blood River True Man, who was covered in blood and charging at him like a madman, he finally showed a look of fear.

"No! Don't kill me! I have the antidote! I can break the soul-locking seal!"

"Too late!"

Blood River Master grinned maliciously, his withered claws carrying a nauseating, fishy smell as he viciously clawed at Yun Canghai's skull.

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred.

Suddenly, a pale hand reached out from the black vortex that had been spinning and grabbed Blood River Master's ankle.

That was Gu Yan's true killing move, a perfect masterpiece that combined the essence of a grandmaster's paper-making technique...