"The ten fiery dragon cards you consigned for sale have all been sold out.
A total of 800,000 Oudi has been obtained. After deducting 80,000 Oudi, the total is 720,000 Oudi. Please check your account number. "
The news that popped up on his apparatus made Chen Mu happy.
He had just said he didn't have any money on hand, and then the money came. Anyone would be happy.
He couldn't help but feel that the big city was a big city, and the cards were selling too fast.
In any case, they were three-star fantasy cards, and in any case they were 80,000 Oudi each. In a single day's work, ten of them had been sold out. That speed was really shocking.
Chen Mu wondered if the mid-grade card masters there were all overflowing with wealth, and he thought about the one-star power cards he had made all those years ago.
Now he was making more in a day than he had in a year. Knowledge was money, and Chen Mu's understanding of that phrase was becoming more and more profound.
More than 800,000 seemed like a lot, but it was pitifully small to build a card making studio.
Not to mention anything else, just a set of mid-grade materials processing equipment wouldn't be less than a few million, and those high-grade analysis machines were often tens of millions each.
Chen Mu didn't have any extravagant hopes that he could have those kinds of luxuries. He only hoped that he could have a card making studio that wouldn't be considered simple or crude.
But even then, he was still very satisfied.
He just hoped that his life could be a little more peaceful, since he hadn't entered that mysterious card for a very long time.
Chen Mu's feelings toward that mysterious card were rather complicated.
That mysterious card had changed his life, some good and some bad, but his desire to explore the card had never been extinguished.
He really wanted to know who had made that card that had such a huge impact on his life.
The sky was getting dark, and Chen Mu's thoughts were flying as he watched the colorful fantasy card advertisements outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
His heart was inexplicably cold, and he didn't know why, but he was lost in thought as he stared at those ever-changing fantasy card images.
"Start the training." Wei-ah's voice interrupted Chen Mu's thoughts.
Chen Mu came back to himself and smiled, throwing all the irrelevant thoughts to the back of his mind.
Wei-ah was standing in front of the equipment he had designed, looking at Chen Mu.
"How do I start?" Chen Mu asked after composing himself.
He had taken the initiative to request physical training from Wei-ah. The night battle a few days ago had made him understand that if he didn't have enough power to protect himself, no matter where he was, it would be hard to ensure his survival.
He didn't understand why his previous life was gone forever.
Only at this moment did he look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.
"Because what you want is physical training," Wei-ah said expressionlessly. "You only need some relatively simple training."
Chen Mu's request to Wei-ah was to improve all aspects of his body. He didn't want to learn fighting, since he had too much to learn.
He felt that he didn't even have enough time to allocate, so how could he have the time to learn a whole new system?
He understood the simple principle of biting off more than he could chew.
But physical training was necessary, and Chen Mu was increasingly aware of that.
Seeing those three card artisans that day, especially the bar-browed man, had left a deep impression on Chen Mu.
His movements were agile and nimble, and his reaction was extremely sharp.
As far as card artisans were concerned, high-altitude combat was inherently demanding on the body.
There was still another reason that prompted Chen Mu to make that decision, which was perceptual training.
Although he didn't know how other people trained their perception, the only extreme method Chen Mu knew was extremely taxing on his body.
Chen Mu hadn't slacked off on his perceptual training, and its growth had already become very slow, though Chen Mu could still feel progress.
He had no choice but to make plans for the next step in his studies, since the perceptual training was already quite demanding on the body. Although he still didn't know the methods to follow, he guessed that the demands on the body would be even higher.
And Chen Mu was vaguely worried. He had never forgotten the green thread that the demonic woman had implanted in his body, even though it had only flared up once.
That green thread hadn't disappeared but had always existed, and once he entered the state of breath control, he could clearly sense its existence.
He didn't know exactly what that green thread was for, but the pain from that flare-up was engraved in his bones.
He needed a strong body to fight against that green thread until he could find a way to get rid of it.
He didn't know if that would be useful, but it was the only way he could think of just then.
It was for those reasons that Chen Mu had decided to carve out some time from his already jam-packed schedule for physical training.
And it just so happened that there was a professional in physical training in front of him.
Chen Mu even believed that there probably wasn't anyone in the world more authoritative than Wei-ah in that regard.
He had seen the toughness of Wei-ah's body with his own eyes.
Before then, he had never thought that the human body could reach such a powerful state.
He would sometimes have doubts about whether such a body could still be a human body.
Wei-ah was quite straightforward, agreeing to Chen Mu's request without another word.
All of the equipment in the training room had been made according to Wei-ah's dictation.
The training equipment in front of him was one of them. It was a huge water tank, two meters tall and about 15 meters long, with a shell made of high-strength fiberglass.
The water in the tank was just up to Chen Mu's chin.
The water in the tank was flowing, and what Chen Mu had to do was wear weights and walk against the current from one end of the tank to the other, repeating it over and over.
The speed of the water could be controlled, and the weights could be increased. That kind of training could increase physical strength, strength, and endurance.
Carrying ten kilograms of weights on his back made Chen Mu look like a turtle.
Looking at the flowing water below, Chen Mu swallowed and turned his head, "Are you sure this will work?"
Wei-ah didn't even raise his eyelids, "I did it when I was ten."
Chen Mu's old face turned red, and he took a deep breath and jumped into the tank.
With a splash, Chen Mu lost his footing and immediately lost his balance, swallowing a few mouthfuls of water in the water.
After struggling for a long time, he barely steadied himself.
The speed of the water was so great that if he wasn't careful, he would lose his balance.
Wiping the water off his face, Chen Mu started to walk forward against the current with difficulty.
Before that, he had always felt that he had a lot of experience underwater.
He had soaked in the simple water world for a long time, and in order to get the method to make the tailless shuttle, he had struggled for a long time with the water weeds that were as hard as steel, which had allowed him to realize quite a few techniques for exerting force in the water.
Still, he had just discovered that the situation in the water of the real world was clearly quite different from the simple water world.
And in the turbulent water, the situation was even more complicated.
It took him a full twenty minutes to struggle to the end of the short twelve meters.
That was because he knew some techniques for exerting force in the water. If it had been an ordinary person, they wouldn't have been able to stand steadily in such a high-speed current, let alone move forward.
Wei-ah turned to leave without any expression, leaving behind the words, "Your task for today is to go back and forth 20 times."
Butchie went to the shop where she had bought the fiery dragon card.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" the card salesgirl asked very politely.
"Hello, I want to ask if you know the card master who made this card?" Butchie asked as she took out the fiery dragon card she had bought for Pak two days before.
The card salesgirl took the fiery dragon card and said with a smile, "Miss, we sell at least 50 fiery dragon cards every day, and they come from different places." The card salesgirl was patiently explaining because of Butchie's outstanding temperament.
Butchie couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, when she suddenly remembered, "Right, I bought it from your automatic consignment machine.
Can you help me think about it, little sister? It's really important to me! "Butchie looked pleading as she looked at the card salesgirl.
For a big sister with a mature temperament to suddenly show such an expression was undoubtedly lethal.
The card salesgirl's heart immediately softened and she rushed to say, "I'll help you ask."
Butchie immediately piled on a smile. "You're so nice, little sister!
Thank you! "The card salesgirl smiled as she activated the apparatus on her wrist and clicked on the communications card.
Butchie walked over to the automatic consignment machine and took a look. The pile of fiery dragon cards had already been emptied.
She was moved. When she had bought it that day, there had been at least seven or eight left, and they had all been sold.
Could it be that it was so easy to sell because it was so cheap?
Or was there someone like her who had discovered the fiery dragon card's peculiarity and swept it clean?
After looking through all the cards on the automatic consignment machine, she was disappointed that she didn't find any more cards marked with the letter "C" on them.
By that time, the card salesgirl had finished asking around.
Butchie rushed forward, but the card salesgirl shook her head at her apologetically.
Butchie was quite disappointed, but she quickly came up with a plan. "Little sister, you work here. Could you help me with something?"
The card salesgirl had a good impression of Butchie's mature temperament and smiled. "As long as it's within the scope of my ability, of course it wouldn't be a problem."
Butchie asked for a pen and paper, wrote down her communications card number, and gave it to the card salesgirl. "This is my communications card number. If you see someone selling a card marked with the letter" C ", could you help me find out the address of that card master, or please contact me directly?
I can't thank you enough! "
The card salesgirl readily took the number. "OK."
Leaving the card shop, Butchie was a little disappointed. She had thought she would run into an outstanding card master that time, but she hadn't thought it would be all for naught.
Ai, I'll get down to business first!
Butchie straightened her expression and took to the air, flying toward the northwest corner of Pomelo.