From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

The copper coin in Zhang Zhixuan's hand was mottled with patina, just an ordinary type of coin circulating in the market, with nothing special about it. In fact, because it had been handled and circulated too many times, the edges had been worn smooth, and the characters on both sides were slightly blurred.

At this moment, Zhang Zhixuan was single-minded, only looking up at the Goddess of Flowers in mid-air. He slowly raised his arm, gently flipped his wrist, and then threw the copper coin out of his hand.

It seems like an ordinary toss, like a copper coin casually thrown into a temple's wishing well.

The copper coin spun in the air, tracing a gentle arc, and flew straight toward the Goddess of Flowers, who was wreaking havoc in mid-air.

The Goddess of Flowers sensed something flying towards her, but merely glanced at it casually and waved her hand, sending out a petal imbued with black energy to deflect it.

However, the copper coin broke through the barrier formed by countless petals without any hindrance and shot straight towards the body of the Goddess of Flowers.

At this moment, the Goddess of Flowers finally noticed the inconspicuous copper coin flying towards her.

"Zhang Zhixuan, you think you can deal with me with this mere thing?" Wan Huashen flipped her hand, and her slender hand was immediately enveloped in a dense black aura. Then, she spread her five fingers and forcefully pushed the copper coin flying towards her!

"call!"

The black mist transformed into an evil dragon, sweeping towards the copper coin.

The evil dragon opened its mouth wide and swallowed the copper coin in an instant. However, it was useless. The copper coin was completely unimpeded and burst out of the evil dragon's body without any reduction in momentum.

The Goddess of Flowers finally realized the extraordinary nature of this copper coin, and her face paled instantly: "What kind of power is this?"

"It is the most ordinary wish in the world!" Zhang Zhixuan replied.

The Goddess of Flowers was horrified, but it was too late.

"Swoosh!" The copper coin pierced through the Goddess of Flowers' palm and sank straight into her brow!

The moment the tiny copper coin disappeared into the brow of the Goddess of Flowers, countless ordinary human moments flashed before my eyes.

The candy in a child's hand, the medicine by a sickbed, the thin wooden coffin a poor man buys for his deceased wife, the tuition fees a student pays when entering school...

These ordinary, mundane human wishes, filled with both joy and sorrow, flowed into the body of the Goddess of Flowers along the tiny copper coin.

A dull thud echoed, and the Goddess of Flowers' mind jolted, her body suddenly stiffening.

The next second, the surging black aura around her suddenly stopped, and the connecting pillar of energy that pierced through the celestial array exploded. The surrounding black aura poured back along the broken pillar of energy and violently rushed into her body.

"A great opportunity!"

Pei Shouzhen, Chu Qinghe, and Daoist Lingyun seized the opportunity and launched a joint attack.

"Bang!" The attack of several people was blocked by the barrier around the Goddess of Flowers for a moment. The next second, the barrier shattered and the tips of knives, swords and spears entered her body.

"what!"

The Goddess of Flowers let out a piercing scream, black blood splattered, and her body cracked inch by inch, only to be forcibly mended by her.

She swept her gaze venomously over the group, mustered the last of her strength, and disregarded the heavy wounds inflicted by swords and blades. She unleashed her final burst of energy, sending Pei Shouzhen and the others flying. Then, without looking back, she turned and crashed into the stone wall behind her.

"Thump!"

The stone wall suddenly cracked open, revealing the dark entrance to the underground palace.

The Goddess of Flowers leaped in and vanished into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

The group chased the suspects to the vicinity of the underground palace entrance, their gazes fixed on the depths of darkness as they prepared to pursue them.

Suddenly, the entire Flower Goddess Shrine began to shake violently.

With a cracking sound, the roof beams broke, tiles fell in a flurry, and cracks in the ground continued to spread, eventually engulfing the altar and shrine.

"Everyone be careful!"

Master Lingxu waved his whisk, shattering several pieces of falling pebbles, and the group quickly retreated.

"Let's go! Let's get out of here first!"

Zhang Zhixuan shouted loudly, and without hesitation, everyone rushed out of the collapsing Flower Goddess Shrine.

The group turned and rushed out of the temple gate, heading down the steps without looking back. By the time they were completely outside the temple grounds, the entire temple collapsed with a deafening roar, raising clouds of dust.

Before anyone could catch their breath, and before the dust from the Flower Goddess Shrine had even settled, the dark column of energy that had shot into the sky from the great array above completely collapsed.

The Yin energy surged back along countless root-like veins, and with a "boom!" explosion, the entire formation finally dissipated into the air.

The Goddess of Flowers was severely injured and fled. The Great Array of Ten Thousand Ghosts in Peony Town completely collapsed. The ghosts on the street let out their final roars and turned into wisps of smoke.

The blood-red eyes and malevolent aura of those demons gradually regained their clarity. They looked around, then fled in panic, most of them disappearing into the nearby forests and among the vegetation.

As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight crossed the mountains, they fell upon the land of Mudan Town. Wherever the sunlight touched, the remaining bones and evil spirits turned to ashes, and the foul-smelling black blood on the ground evaporated completely.

Yesterday, the bustling streets were teeming with people, but in the blink of an eye, they have turned into ruins, with weeds growing all over the walls.

Scattered bones littered the streets, and the wind swirled withered leaves through the empty alleys. Several people stood before the ruins of the Flower Goddess Temple, gazing at the desolate scene before them.

This is actually the true appearance of Mudan Town.

After a night of fierce fighting, everyone finally had a moment to catch their breath.

"Phew, that damned Goddess of Flowers is actually that evil spirit, Paper Wife..." Zhang Zhixuan let out a long breath, his body already exhausted. He plopped down on the ground, still cursing the heavily injured and fleeing Goddess of Flowers.

Pei Shouzhen and Chu Qinghe withdrew their supernatural powers, sat cross-legged, and recovered their energy.

Both of them were also quite exhausted. During the battle with the Goddess of Ten Thousand Flowers, Pei Shouzhen and Chu Qinghe were responsible for holding her back from the front. Their clothes were already tattered and torn, and they were covered in wounds. Some of their wounds were so deep that the bone was visible, and the flesh was torn open and oozing black blood, which was obviously due to the invasion of evil poison.

Among them, Daoist Lingyun had the deepest cultivation. Although he had suffered a lot of physical and mental exhaustion, he only suffered minor injuries, and his robes were also somewhat torn.

Yunmo was extremely busy at this time, on one hand removing the evil poison from his two senior brothers, on the other hand taking out various medicines from his medicine box to help treat their external injuries, and on the other hand distributing some medicines to restore their physical strength and spirit to the group.

Pei Shouzhen swallowed a Qingling Pill, which could dispel evil spirits, cleanse the body, and calm the mind, thus regulating the disordered energy within his body. He then asked, "What's next? Should we pursue them into the underground palace, or proceed with the original plan and go up Panlong Mountain?"

Chu Qinghe sheathed his broadsword and looked in the direction of Panlong Mountain, saying, "Why don't we stick to the original plan and go up Panlong Mountain now to wipe out the evil creature's lair?"

Pei Shouzhen did not agree with Chu Qinghe, and slowly said, "As I said before, the fog and miasma on Panlong Mountain are very heavy. I almost suffered a big setback when I went up the mountain last time. I just checked the situation there, and the fog and miasma are still there. If we go up the mountain now, we will probably still be troubled by the fog and miasma."

Zhang Zhixuan looked at the group and said, "Today is the fifteenth day of the agreement. If what that evil spirit said is true, it will probably be around 3:45 AM before the miasma and fog on the mountain dissipate and the journey is unimpeded."

"We can't wait! The evil spirit Wan Hua Shen has been severely injured. If we don't press our advantage now, things might change!" Chu Qinghe said.

At this moment, Yunmo, who was healing everyone, suddenly spoke up and said, "Should we split up, with one group going to Panlong Mountain and the other group going into the underground palace?"

Master Lingyun shook his head in disagreement: "That's not advisable. The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. If we split up, our strength will be dispersed, and we will be easily defeated one by one."

Master Lingxu looked at Zhang Zhixuan: "Layman Zhang, what are your thoughts?"

Zhang Zhixuan looked at the pile of rubble in the center of the ruins and said calmly, "Why don't I send paper puppets into the underground palace to scout out the terrain and dangers before deciding on the next move? This way, we won't go in too deep and it will also make it easier to find the whereabouts of the Goddess of Flowers."

The group exchanged glances and nodded.

"This method is reliable," said Master Lingxu.

The group walked to the center of the ruins, and Zhang Zhixuan summoned six paper puppet soldiers to begin clearing the rubble covering the entrance to the underground palace.

After about half an incense stick's time of clearing, the entrance to the underground palace was finally revealed.

As they stood at the entrance to the underground palace, a chilling wind carrying a foul stench swept over them. Inside, it was pitch black, and they had no idea where the underground palace led.