From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

Zhang Zhixuan was engrossed in eating wontons when he suddenly heard arrogant and domineering cursing coming from behind him. He turned around and saw that it was none other than his creditor, Liu San.

"Damn it, I'm doing you a favor by eating at your lousy stall, and I haven't even asked you for money. Now you dare to ask me for money? Are you blind?!"

Liu San kicked the table over, sending plates and bowls crashing to the floor and shattering into pieces. The large black dog he was holding, which was half his height, bared its teeth and barked incessantly, looking extremely fierce.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a kind and honest appearance. At this moment, he was trembling and pulling a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, who was bowing and apologizing to Liu San. He kept saying, "Third Master, please calm down. This child just started working with me today and doesn't recognize you, sir. Please don't take it to heart..."

The breakfast stall owner bowed and scraped, apologizing profusely and then respectfully handing over all the money he had earned that day. Liu San not only refused to forgive him, but instead became even more demanding and arrogant.

"Don't you recognize me? Go to hell! I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

Liu San, not one to back down, swung his hand and slapped the boy hard across the face with a loud "smack." One slap wasn't enough, so he slapped him again with his backhand.

The boy received two hard slaps to the face. His thin body was so dizzy from the blows that he almost fell to the ground. His cheeks, which had been slapped on both sides, swelled up instantly. He looked dazed, his eyes blank, neither crying nor shouting, as if his soul had been knocked out.

"Get out of here! Can't you see Third Master is angry?!"

The three thugs, cursing and swearing, started smashing things up in the stall with sticks. The diners who were still eating saw the situation and fled like mice before a cat. Some of them didn't even finish their food and ran away. Those who were a little slower were all beaten and cursed for no reason. Some were even kicked and punched and kicked out.

Zhang Zhixuan finished the last bite of his wonton and stared at the group of thugs walking towards him.

"Hey! You! Are you blind? Get lost right now!"

Zhang Zhixuan took another sip of the hot wonton soup, remaining firmly seated in the same spot. Seeing a few thugs approach, he taunted, "Tell me, what kind of egg am I? Chicken egg, duck egg, or goose egg? Where am I supposed to go?"

"Are you fucking asking for it?"

The thug leading the way cursed and strode forward, ready to teach Zhang Zhixuan a lesson. Just then, another thug suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?" recognizing Zhang Zhixuan. He immediately grinned and sneered, "Who do we have here? Isn't this that good-for-nothing paper sculptor from the Zhang family? Third Master let you off the hook a few days ago, what's wrong? Are you trying to get yourself killed today?"

"You're perfectly fine, why are you looking for death? Hey, hey, don't do anything! I just happened to be looking for your Third Master today, I have something to discuss!"

After Zhang Zhixuan finished speaking, he stood up and shouted loudly at Liu San, who was still pointing at the food stall and arguing with his son, "Hey, alright, Uncle Liu, come on over here, have a seat..."

Hearing someone call his name, Liu San frowned and turned around to see Zhang Zhixuan. His ugly face immediately darkened, and his tone became impatient: "Zhang Zhixuan, are you looking for death?"

"Third Master, you are mistaken. I have important business to discuss with you today."

After Zhang Zhixuan finished speaking, he took out a heavy little bag and put it on the table: "Pay back the debts you owe, settle them today."

Liu San was taken aback when Zhang Zhixuan suddenly came to repay the money, and his face was full of suspicion.

He picked up the small bag and weighed it in his hand. Then he untied the rope and saw that it was full of silver dollars.

Seeing so many gleaming silver dollars, Liu San's eyes lit up immediately. Looking at Zhang Zhixuan, he smiled maliciously, "Wow! Not bad, Zhang Zhixuan, you've struck it rich?"

Zhang Zhixuan waved his hand and said, "Get rich? Heh, thank you for your kind words. This money, I begged and pleaded with everyone I knew to borrow it. Here are thirty silver dollars. You can count them. We're even now."

Liu San didn't care at all. He just stared at the bag of silver dollars, smiled meaningfully, and then, without even counting them, pocketed the bag of silver dollars: "Alright, Zhang Zhixuan, you've paid back fifteen silver dollars today, thirty silver dollars, you still owe fifteen!"

Zhang Zhixuan, who had been grinning, suddenly turned serious: "Say it again."

Liu San raised an eyebrow, emphasizing each word as he repeated, "In this small corner of Wuliu Town, whatever amount I, Liu San, say you owe me, that's what I say. Thirty silver dollars, and you still owe me twenty! How about that, did you hear me clearly?"

Zhang Zhixuan's face was ashen. After a moment of silence, he suddenly let out a long breath and said in a cold voice, "This damned desire to perform has made me waste so much time talking."

As soon as the words were spoken, a pale, white hand emerged from the basket, and then a tall, robust paper soldier, clinging to the edge of the basket, stood up straight out of it.

Two paper puppet soldiers stood silently on either side of Zhang Zhixuan, their bodies covered in paper armor, their hands holding paper knives, one face painted with a smile, the other with a cry.

Liu San and his three thugs were stunned for a moment, but when they realized they were just two paper figures, they scoffed and laughed, "Putting two paper figures here, who are you trying to scare? Hahaha..."

Only the large black dog, about half a person's height, beside Liu San seemed to sense the danger of the paper puppet. It was restless and barked at the paper puppet from time to time, baring its teeth and barking wildly.

"Liu San, I'm giving you one last chance. That bag contains thirty silver dollars. Take it, sign a contract, and we'll settle our debts."

"What? Threatening me? Don't you know who I, Liu San, have ever been afraid of? Who do you think you are, Zhang Zhixuan? You dare to threaten me in Wuliu Town?"

After saying that, Liu San patted the big black dog beside him and pointed at Zhang Zhixuan with a mocking expression: "Go! Teach him a lesson!"

"Roar! Woof!" The big black dog was unusually fierce, barking low growls and barking its fangs. It crouched down, ready to attack, but before it could make a move, a white shadow suddenly fell down!

"Pfft!" The paper puppet was extremely fast. The paper knife in its hand fell down, and the huge black dog's head, along with Liu San's hand, was cut off by the paper knife in an instant!

The black dog's head rolled off, its headless body splattering blood. It immediately went limp and obediently lay down on the ground.

Liu San stared intently at the fallen dog head and his severed hand, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

A few seconds later, Liu San suddenly let out an extremely piercing scream: "Ah! My hand! My hand!"

"It's so noisy."

Zhang Zhixuan covered his ears with his fingers and said coldly. One of the smiling paper figures raised and lowered a paper knife, and Liu San's ear was instantly detached from his body.

"My ear! Ah!" Liu San was covered in blood, fell to the ground, clutching his severed hand, howling and rolling around in agony.

"Third...Third Master..."

The few thugs were so frightened they couldn't even speak clearly. They were used to being arrogant and domineering under Liu San's wing, and others were always afraid of them. Only today did they realize what it meant to kick a hornet's nest and what it meant to be terrified to the core.

Zhang Zhixuan tilted his head and glanced at the three of them: "You guys shouldn't just stand there like idiots, come and roll around with Liu San."

Then, the smiling paper puppet soldiers and paper knives flew around, and their three ears all detached from their bodies.