From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

The ruins of the Flower Goddess Temple in Mudan Town.

Zhang Zhixuan stood at the entrance of the underground palace, gazing into the pitch-black depths. With a wave of his hand, he summoned the Paper Fairy.

All that could be seen was a paper doll girl, as delicate as an elf but only the size of a palm, flying out from Zhang Zhixuan's sleeve and slowly landing on his palm.

Pei Shouzhen, Chu Qinghe, Yun Mo and the others were all drawn to the paper fairy girl in Zhang Zhixuan's hand. Although they had seen this little paper fairy accompany Zhang Zhixuan many times, they only just learned that this was actually Zhang Zhixuan's innate divine power!

There are countless practitioners in the world, but those who awaken their craftsman's destiny are truly rare.

Legend has it that most of the disciples of the Mo Sect are craftsmen, and their innate supernatural abilities are all kinds of unheard-of strange and ingenious creations with different effects, which are amazing. However, the Mo Sect lives in seclusion and is rarely seen in the martial arts world.

Now, Pei Shouzhen, Yun Mo, and Chu Qinghe, the three brothers, have finally witnessed the extraordinary nature of the Craftsman's Fate Divine Power through Zhang Zhixuan, which has broadened their horizons.

Among the four masters and disciples of Longhu Mountain, Pei Shouzhen was the most shocked to see this tiny paper fairy. He had known Zhang Zhixuan the longest and had the deepest contact with him.

You should know that when we first met, Zhang Zhixuan was just an ordinary person. But in just over ten days, Zhang Zhixuan not only awakened his innate power, but also comprehended supernatural abilities!

He truly couldn't match this speed and efficiency of cultivation.

"Master Zhang, what abilities does your paper spirit possess?" Yunmo asked curiously, looking at the paper spirit quietly.

Zhang Zhixuan replied, "Any paper puppet I can make, the Paper Fairy can not only make, but also make faster. Paper puppets I cannot make, the Paper Fairy can also make. In addition, with the Paper Fairy present, all paper puppets also receive various buffs..."

"It sounds similar to my innate supernatural power of healing the sick and saving lives. It doesn't focus on offense and is a helpful tool."

Zhang Zhixuan smiled mysteriously: "That's not all. The Paper Fairy also has hidden abilities, which I haven't tried yet."

"Oh! A hidden skill? What is it?"

Yunmo was determined to get to the bottom of things, so Daoist Lingyun quickly stopped him and changed the subject: "A craftsman's destiny, paper-making skills, Mr. Zhang's future achievements are limitless."

"Master, you flatter me. We should focus on our business."

Zhang Zhixuan then looked at the tiny paper fairy in his hand.

At this moment, the paper fairy opened her eyes, calmly looking at Zhang Zhixuan, and her clear yet cold voice rang out: "Master, what do you need me to do?"

"Make me a paper puppet that can explore this underground palace."

"Yes, Master."

The paper fairy's two tiny hands flew up and down, shaping objects in the air, and in the blink of an eye, it created a paper puppet in the shape of a bat.

Zhang Zhixuan sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and confided in the paper bat, sharing its sensory world.

Then, Zhang Zhixuan manipulated the paper bats to fly into the dark underground palace.

The underground palace was dark and damp, with water droplets seeping from the surrounding stone walls and dripping onto the ground with a pattering sound.

The air was thick with a musty and fishy smell, and the further you went in, the darker it became.

The paper bats flew forward along the dark and deep passage. Zhang Zhixuan suddenly noticed that on the stone walls on both sides of the passage, there were some strange characters and symbols that looked like ghost scribbles.

He urged the paper bats to fly closer and examine them carefully.

At this moment, Zhang Zhixuan suddenly remembered that these scribbled symbols were similar to those drawn by the two sorcerers he had encountered in the recent serial disappearances in Tianjin.

The paper bats flew along these scribbles for about several dozen meters, and finally, the passage was no longer just a series of stone walls, but had many abandoned rooms on both sides.

The wooden doors of these rooms were rotten, some were broken, and scattered on the ground.

A paper bat flew into one of the rooms, and Zhang Zhixuan was immediately startled by what he saw inside.

The room was filled with stark white bones and half-rotten corpses. These remains were scattered haphazardly in layers. Some had been dead for a long time and were completely skeletal, while others had just died and were heavily decomposed, half-boned and half-corpse.

Every now and then, a few thumb-sized black worms would crawl out from the corpses, quickly scurrying around in the pile of bones, and finally plunge headfirst into the rotting flesh, crunching and gnawing away.

Zhang Zhixuan noticed that many of these remains still had rusty shackles on their hands and feet, indicating that they had been imprisoned and detained before their deaths.

"What kind of place is this?" Outside the underground palace, Zhang Zhixuan frowned. Just observing it through the senses of the paper bats was already shocking and terrifying. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to see it with his own eyes for the first time.

He then commanded the paper bats to fly into other rooms, where the situation was similar. There were at least a dozen rooms that he could fly into and at least a dozen that he couldn't.

Zhang Zhixuan roughly estimated that there were at least a hundred skeletons and corpses piled up in all the rooms.

"I wonder how long this evil spirit, the Goddess of Flowers, has been entrenched here, causing harm to so many people!" Zhang Zhixuan suppressed his indignation and urged the paper bats to continue flying forward.

The passage became narrower and narrower, and the stench in the air grew stronger. After turning a corner, a faint light suddenly appeared ahead. The paper bats continued to fly in the direction of the light, and after flying a short distance, an open area suddenly appeared.

Zhang Zhixuan urged the paper bat to flap its wings and slowly fly over. When he saw the scene before him, his body trembled violently.

In the center of this open space stood a huge altar, made of black stone with dense, twisted patterns carved on it. Around the altar were a dozen stone pillars, each with a desiccated corpse bound to it. The skin of the corpses clung tightly to their bones, their mouths were wide open, and their eyes stared blankly ahead. Their wrists and ankles were chained, and the sharp spikes of the chains were deeply embedded in their bones.

The altar floor was stained dark red with blood, and a huge array was drawn on it. The array's patterns were filled with viscous, scarlet blood, which flowed slowly along the grooves of the array's patterns and eventually converged at the center of the array.

At the center of the formation was a circular blood pool, with fine bubbles constantly rising from its surface. A huge stone coffin, wrapped in thick iron chains and covered with yellow talismans, was quietly immersed in the blood pool.

On the lid of the stone coffin grew a huge blood-red flower with a few scattered petals. Its roots, stems and leaves were gray, and it looked listless and half-dead.

Zhang Zhixuan was urging the paper bats to fly closer for observation when a short figure covered in a green robe suddenly appeared, and the person gently waved a bone staff in their hand.

It exploded with a "bang".

The next second, Zhang Zhixuan's synesthesia was severed, and he could no longer sense the paper bat in the underground palace.

"call……"

At the entrance to the underground palace, Zhang Zhixuan suddenly opened his eyes, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.

"Layman Zhang, how is it?" Master Lingxu and his three disciples immediately stepped forward and asked with concern.

"We've been discovered. I don't know who made the move, but the paper puppet used for scouting was destroyed on the spot." Zhang Zhixuan's words carried a hint of regret, as he was unable to get a closer look at the formation and the stone coffin.

Then, Zhang Zhixuan told everyone everything he had seen in the underground palace.

When Zhang Zhixuan mentioned the strange symbols drawn on the walls of the passage, the stone coffin, the blood flowers, the blood pool, the eerie formation, and the green-robed man, the faces of the four masters and disciples of Longhu Mountain grew increasingly grim.

Master Lingxu frowned deeply, his expression grave. Hearing the last part, he let out a heavy snort: "I've searched high and low, and this high priest of witchcraft is indeed hiding here. It wasn't for nothing that I searched for him for so long; I've finally caught him here!"