The Mysterious Card Maker: Starting with Zhang Jiao's Deification

Wei Ming confirmed once again that the [Enemy of Ten Thousand Men - Zhang Fei (Deceptive)] card only had 25% Deceptive value. He took out a small notebook from his pocket and asked Lin Fan, "What's your name?"

"Lin Fan!"

"Lin Fan, right? Lin as in forest, Fan as in extraordinary?" Wei Ming repeated, and after Lin Fan confirmed, he quickly wrote it down on the paper.

"Sizzle~"

Wei Ming tore off the paper he was writing on and placed it on the workbench.

"This is the filing receipt. Please sign here."

Lin Fan took the pen from Wei Ming and wrote his name with trembling fingertips.

"Put the equipment away." Wei Ming waved to the team members behind him, and the two immediately began disassembling the equipment.

Driven by greed, Xiang Qian took a step forward: "Team Leader Wei, is that all? He used unpurified, highly mutated materials! According to the rules..."

"According to the rules!" Wei Ming turned around, his gaze landing on Xiang Qian's face. "As long as the materials department violates regulations, and the final product is within controllable limits, the card-making process will not be investigated. This is the Card Association's regulation; you're a card maker yourself, you must know that, right?"

He opened his mouth to look at Qian, but couldn't utter a single word.

Wei Ming ignored him and walked up to Lin Fan, taking out a business card from his pocket and placing it on the control panel.

"Next time you use high-level artifacts, report it first." His tone was much gentler than before.

Lin Fan glanced at the business card; it was the same as the one on his previous ID, except it included a contact number.

[Credit Card Inspection Team Two: Wei Ming]

Wei Ming turned to leave, but then stopped, remembering something, and pointed back at the card.

"What do you plan to do with this card?"

"The materials were provided by Miss Qin, and this is for her." Lin Fan pointed to Qin Muyao.

Wei Ming glanced at Qin Muyao, his gaze lingering on her for a few seconds, then nodded without saying anything more.

"Fall back." He waved to his two team members and strode toward the door.

"Clatter"

As the door closed, the card-making room became unusually quiet.

Qin Muyao picked up the card on the control panel, held it up to the light above her head, and smiled.

"Master Xiang, have you made a single purple card all these years?"

Xiang Qian's face turned bright red, but he couldn't say a word. At this moment, even the card makers in the cubicle lowered their heads, wishing there was a hole they could crawl into.

Qin Muyao put the card into her bag, looked around, and turned to help Lin Fan up: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Lin Fan stood up, his legs still a little weak, and as he passed by Xiang Qian, he could feel that gaze piercing his back like needles.

After the two walked out of the card-making room, they heard the voices of several people talking inside.

"That kid actually made a purple card?"

"It was made with materials that had 97% of their Deviousness value, yet the Deviousness value is only 25%. How the hell did they manage that?"

"Master Xiang, are you alright? Master Xiang?"

Lin Fan arrived at the underground parking lot with Qin Muyao's help.

Qin Muyao helped him lean against a pillar, then let go of his hand and took two steps back. "Wait a minute, let me check the goods first."

With a flick of her wrist, she channeled her spiritual power into [Zhang Fei (Deceptive)], and a dark shadow gradually solidified.

The figure was at least eight feet tall, and he held a ten-foot-long spear in his hand. He slammed it down on the ground, and the cement floor cracked open with a "crack".

"Zhang Yide of Yan is here. What do you want with me?" The voice was like a thunderclap, startling the car alarms in the parking lot.

Qin Muyao's eyes lit up, and she looked Zhang Fei up and down.

"Hmm...it doesn't look that great, but it's much better than those disgusting alien monsters!"

"You woman, stop talking nonsense!" Zhang Fei glared, his beard bristling. "I, a warrior capable of defeating ten thousand men, will not tolerate such behavior from you..."

With a thought, Qin Muyao's mental energy caused Zhang Fei to transform into a streak of light and retract back into the card before he could finish speaking.

Satisfied, she put the card back in her bag, glanced at Lin Fan, and said, "Give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer you the money later—two hundred thousand. How about it?"

Lin Fan was taken aback for a moment, then quickly waved his hand: "I don't need that many! I've already wasted quite a few of those material cards!"

He knew the market price; a finished Purple Domain-level synthesis card was worth only around 300,000 yuan.

The price this young lady quoted was almost enough to buy a finished card, not to mention that she also included two bottles of mental recovery fluid, each of which costs tens of thousands.

"It's alright. If it weren't for my grandfather not giving me any pocket money, I wouldn't mind giving you 500,000 yuan, you're a sentient humanoid purple card."

Lin Fanqian chuckled twice, then suddenly remembered something and his expression turned serious.

"Miss Qin, there's a problem with this card."

Seeing his sudden seriousness, Qin Muyao also stopped smiling: "What's the problem? The 25% monster value? These aren't big problems."

"No." Lin Fan shook his head and lowered his voice, "The vanished Devious Value is still in the card. I didn't purify it, I just... sealed it into the skill."

"The skill 'Asura's Descent' is just a normal purple card if it's not used. But once it's used..."

"Will it devour its master?"

"This kind of synthesized card is different from the captured material card. It will not detach from the card, but it will be completely out of your control until it exhausts your mental energy. Exhausting your mental energy is a dangerous thing."

"What's so dangerous about this? It's just like when you fainted before!" Qin Muyao said nonchalantly.

Lin Fan glanced at her: "If you hadn't been there with me, I might not have been able to make this card for you!"

Qin Muyao looked down at the card in her hand, then looked up at Lin Fan: "Okay, I understand. I just won't use it."

She took out her phone and transferred 200,000 yuan to the card number Lin Fan had given her. Only then did she pat the bag containing the "Zhang Fei" card with satisfaction. At this moment, the card truly belonged to her.

"The money and goods are settled, and I now have cards to protect me."

"With a Qin Group as large as yours, finding someone to make cards should be a piece of cake, so how come you don't have any cards?"

"Stop talking about it. The cards those people made are useful, but they're also a bit scary. They're either long-tongued or headless."

Lin Fan chuckled. This dignified Miss Qin is afraid of ghosts?

"Aren't there mechanical cards too!"

"That kind of thing requires me to give orders, it's pointless!"

"..." So this young lady just wants a bodyguard to protect her.

She walked quickly to her car, opened the door, and raised an eyebrow at Lin Fan.

"Get in the car, master card maker, I'll take you home!"

Lin Fan glanced at his still trembling legs, slowly walked to the car, and opened the passenger door.

As soon as she sat down, she heard Qin Muyao mutter, "Zhang Yide... why does that name sound so familiar?"

Lin Fan paused in fastening his seatbelt.

"Have you heard of it?"

"I feel like I've seen this somewhere before..." Qin Muyao frowned and thought for a long time, then finally shook her head. "Never mind, I can't remember. I'll check later."