From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

The Weigukou Wharf was bustling with people, a diverse mix of all sorts.

The Zhao family walked in front, while Zhao Qingzhi followed behind, arm in arm with Shen Weiyong.

As Zhao Qingzhi passed by Zhang Zhixuan, she glanced at him and then casually said, "Cousin, can you help us with our luggage?"

That unquestionable tone was like ordering a servant around.

"This young lady has such a temper; she's really rude. Is that how she asks for help?"

Zhang Zhixuan frowned, his opinion of his foreign-worshipping cousin worsening. He couldn't understand how his honest and kind uncle could raise such a daughter.

Before Zhang Zhixuan could speak, his aunt, Wang, who had only taken a few steps, stopped and chimed in, adding fuel to the fire, "That's right, they must be tired from their long journey. Zhang Zhixuan, you're free and have nothing else to do, so why don't you help Qingzhi and the others with their luggage?"

Hearing Wang agree with her daughter, Zhang Zhixuan immediately understood that his aunt deserved the most credit for raising his daughter to be this good.

Zhang Zhixuan didn't move. He glanced at the two boxes, then looked at Zhao Qingzhi and Wang Shi, and replied in a calm tone, "I'm neither your mother nor a servant in your household. Take your own things."

After Zhang Zhixuan finished speaking, he walked away.

Zhao Qingzhi's smile froze instantly. She was beautiful and intelligent, and had always been the center of attention. Being rejected so bluntly by Zhang Zhixuan in front of so many acquaintances made her feel embarrassed and lose face.

"Zhang Zhixuan, stop right there! All I asked was for you to help carry my luggage. You're a grown man, and you're talking so rudely. It's clear you haven't read many books and have no manners, unlike foreign men who have gentlemanly manners and know how to be courteous to ladies..."

Zhang Zhixuan had already given up on talking to her, but her words only fueled his anger further. He retorted, "You keep praising others, but there are so many foreigners coming and going at the dock, why haven't I seen anyone carry your luggage?"

"You!" Zhao Qingzhi was so angry that she was speechless on the spot.

Seeing that his girlfriend had been wronged, Shen Weiyong stepped forward half a step and shielded Zhao Qingzhi behind him.

"Qingzhi was just saying it casually, why is cousin being so aggressive? It's just carrying luggage, I can carry it myself, don't hurt the harmony between relatives." He spoke politely, but in his heart he despised Zhang Zhixuan to the extreme.

Zhang Zhixuan ignored them and walked straight towards the carriage not far away.

Zhao Qingzhi clenched her fists in anger, biting her lip, and looked at Shen Weiyong beside her, her tone filled with grievance: "Weiyong, look, this kind of person is just so unreasonable!"

Shen Weiyong raised his hand and patted the back of her hand, his tone still gentle: "Alright, don't take it to heart, it's not worth getting angry over someone like him."

Madam Wang also came over, taking her daughter's hand and repeatedly comforting her: "That's right, it's not worth getting angry with that kid. He's ignorant and narrow-minded. Arguing with him would only lower your own status."

Zhao Qingzhi snorted coldly, her tone full of dissatisfaction: "It must be because I just hit a nerve, and he's holding a grudge. What a petty man! If it weren't for our family ties, I wouldn't even bother talking to him."

As she spoke, she bent down to pick up her suitcase from the ground, but Shen Weiyong stopped her.

Shen Weiyong easily picked up the two boxes and looked at her with a smile: "I can handle these things. I can't let you do it."

A smile instantly spread across Zhao Qingzhi's face. She took his arm and walked towards the carriage, continuing to chatter about Zhang Zhixuan's faults along the way.

Lin Shuyao stood aside and witnessed the whole process without saying a word. She just stared at Zhang Zhixuan's back, lost in thought.

Zhang Zhixuan boarded the carriage. Master Zhao was already sitting inside, looking through the carriage window at his wife, daughter, and others walking towards them in the distance.

Seeing Zhang Zhixuan get into the car, Second Master Zhao said apologetically, "Zhixuan, Qingzhi has been spoiled by us. She speaks without thinking. Don't take it to heart."

Zhang Zhixuan smiled faintly, not caring at all: "Uncle, don't worry, I won't hold it against her."

After a while, Zhao Qingzhi and the others finally arrived at the carriage. The coachman took the luggage from Shen Weiyong's hands, helped put it away, and everyone got into the carriage one by one.

Shen Weiyong was the last to board the train because he was busy with his luggage, but just as he stepped into the carriage and was about to sit down,

The tall horse pulling the cart suddenly let out a mournful neigh and reared up on its front hooves.

The carriage shook violently for a moment, and the people inside were thrown about.

Zhang Zhixuan was also caught off guard by the sudden situation and quickly grabbed the side of the carriage to steady himself. Zhao Qingzhi and several other women were so frightened that they screamed and some even cried. Shen Weiyong, who was the last to board the carriage, was the most disheveled. He was thrown to the ground and immediately covered in dust.

The coachman quickly tightened the reins, trying his best to steady the suddenly frightened horse, but the horse seemed to have gone mad, shaking its head and kicking its front hooves wildly, completely ignoring his commands.

The chaotic scene immediately attracted the attention of many passersby.

"What's gotten into this beast? Why has he suddenly gone mad?!" Master Zhao roared from inside the carriage, immediately ordering everyone to get off.

There was no other way, so the people who had just entered the carriage quickly got off while the coachman was holding the reins. But something strange happened: the moment they left the carriage, the restless horse suddenly became much calmer.

"Dad? What's going on?" Zhao Qingzhi asked angrily, scolding her father without giving a chance to explain.

Master Zhao was also puzzled. He asked the coachman, who said that the horse was usually very gentle and had never done anything like this before.

After waiting a moment and seeing that the horse had completely calmed down and returned to normal, everyone got back into the carriage. But before they could even settle in, the horse started neighing in fear and became agitated again.

"Can we still walk like this?" The group was filled with worry, complaints, and utter confusion.

Zhang Zhixuan stood by the roadside, his gaze falling on the startled horse, then looking at the group of people. After a moment of contemplation, he directly used his Eye of Insight.

"Open the treasure-gazing eye!"

With a thought, Zhang Zhixuan's eyes became slightly hot. When he opened his eyes again, the precious energy of all things was already manifesting in them.

He first looked at the carriage and the tall horse pulling it, his eyes gleaming with a precious light. Everything in the carriage, the horse, and even the things inside the carriage were just ordinary white mist.

Then, Zhang Zhixuan looked at the coachman, Master Zhao, Madam Wang, and Lin Shuyao. The coachman's aura was also ordinary white, while Master Zhao and Madam Wang's aura was white with a hint of purple. Lin Shuyao's aura was white with a hint of gray, which at most indicated some bad luck, but it was not enough to make the tall horse pulling the carriage feel uneasy.

Finally, Zhang Zhixuan looked at his proud and arrogant cousin and Shen Weiyong.

Like Lin Shuyao, Zhao Qingzhi had a white aura mixed with a grayish tinge.

But when Zhang Zhixuan looked at the last person, Shen Weiyong, he was immediately stunned.

In the eyes of the appraiser, Shen Weiyong was surrounded by dense gray and faint black aura, especially on his chest, where the gray and black aura was so dense that it almost formed a terrifying ghost face.