Playing cards, I am your ancestor!-Chapter 308_1

The outcome of the match between Mountain Ghost and Mount Flower spread through the various associations at the speed of the wind.

At the same time, there was the sentence personally certified by Coach Shan Gui: "Comparable to that one from the Temple of the Gods."

Who was that?

Was it not the Great Emperor?

Wen Jiang and the Great Emperor seemed to have no connection, but in fact, they already had grievances.

This was mainly reflected in the dispute between their fans. During the A-Level championship, Wen Jiang’s performance was truly stunning. People were swayed to say she possessed the style of the Great Emperor, leading his fans to accuse Wen Jiang of riding on his coattails.

Only after Wen Jiang disappeared for half a year without a word did this kind of talk gradually subside.

When she made her comeback as an S Rank, oh ho, wasn’t that a direct confrontation?

Fans of the Great Emperor and Wen Jiang nearly tore each other apart. One side accused the other of outrageously riding coattails, while the other insisted Wen Jiang was invincible.

As for the truth, it would be known from this year’s competition results.

Now that this statement from the Mountain Ghost Head Coach was out, many people, to be honest, did not believe it.

They thought it was a way to save face after losing the match: the higher Wen Jiang was praised, the more face could be salvaged.

But those who knew Su Yifeng understood that he never lied.

If he said "comparable," then it indicated that Wen Jiang’s strength was even more outrageous than everyone imagined; perhaps she wouldn’t necessarily lose to the Great Emperor.

Moreover, news circulated that Ming Fuzhi of Mountain Ghost had been distraught these past few days. Clearly, he looked like someone who had suffered a major blow—without a significant gap in strength, a professional player wouldn’t sink into such a slump.

The external commotion was unrelated to the current Wen Jiang. She sat in her room; the closed-door card-making session that had been announced to the public had not yet begun.

With the news of her public participation in the competition, a surge of emotional energy had recently poured in, finally making up for the debt Xing Wu had incurred during his Tribulation.

Xing Wu was awake, and the System Points had finally returned to positive numbers.

Zero Egg cried out in distress, "Such a large sum of Points, such a large sum, just gone like that!"

Something was burning in the room. Wen Jiang personally brewed herself a pot of tea. She looked at Xing Wu, who was now sitting there. He resembled someone who had just recovered from an illness, his complexion somewhat pale. He stood watching Wen Jiang make tea in a flamboyant manner and said earnestly,

"I thought you would at least thank me." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"Thank me?" Wen Jiang sneered. "If it weren’t for you, my Tribulation wouldn’t have been so difficult this time."

She knew well how to trace the sequence of events. The real culprit was clearly Xing Wu. "You are merely atoning for your sins. I even used my Points to revive you."

"You didn’t use Points to revive me; you needed to repair the System," he said. After this repair, he had gained a special function.

If Wen Jiang didn’t use him, his existence wouldn’t consume Points, but the prerequisite was that he couldn’t make even slightly strenuous movements.

Truly, with zero Points, he couldn’t even kill a chicken.

He coughed softly, and Zero Egg let out a shrill shriek, "Why does he lose a Point just by coughing? If he’s so weak, can he not show up—" Its voice dissolved into a burst of static.

Clearly, because it had berated its superior, Zero Egg was struck by a data malfunction once more.

Wen Jiang also frowned slightly. "At the very least, you shouldn’t come out and cause trouble for me at this time."

Xing Wu’s dark pupils flashed with a hidden light. "I thought that after the Heart of the World saved you, you would at least be somewhat grateful for my existence."

"It is precisely because of that gratitude that I’ve tolerated you up to now." Wen Jiang slammed the teacup heavily onto the table. "Otherwise, why would I bother earning Points for you? You would’ve been gone along with the System long ago."

She was very thankful for being fished out from the myriad worlds with her Remnant Soul, but she had worked hard to earn those Points herself.

If it were up to the useless Zero Egg, this world would have been doomed eight hundred years ago.

However, Wen Jiang still had questions for him. "When I asked you before, you played dumb. Now the System has clearly told me that unimaginable, grave consequences will occur if the Points go negative. Coupled with the so-called World Fortune Value, let me guess... Could it be that the catastrophic disasters of this world have never fully vanished? That the existence of cards is closely linked to them? And that the survival of this world is closely linked to you?"

Wen Jiang’s cold gaze fixed on Xing Wu, as if daring him to say ’I don’t know’ one more time. If he did, she looked ready to stab him to death on the spot.

Xing Wu could only helplessly shake his head. "Since you’ve almost guessed it, why bother asking me? What I know is probably not much different from what you know. I’ve slept too long. As you see, I’m now even appearing before you in the form of a card. I myself don’t know if I count as a... being, in the true sense of the word, or just a branch of something else."

After all, even the card name was so clear.

God of Desire—Sub-spirit.

Just a Sub-spirit, that’s all.

A complex emotion flickered in his eyes as he slightly lowered his head, revealing a hint of helplessness and vulnerability. "It’s quite laughable, isn’t it? What is the purpose of my existence? To just be drawn by you as a card?"

Unfortunately, the person and the system in the room were both heartless.

He heard Wen Jiang’s indifferent voice, "Oh, what does that have to do with me?"

She even raised her voice, "You even cost me tens of thousands of Points! That’s all my hard-earned money; do you expect me to feel sorry for you?"

Zero Egg chimed in, "Yeah, those are the Points we’ve earned with our sweat and blood!"

Xing Wu: "..."

Acting weak clearly wasn’t going to work. The person opposite possessed a chilling coldness. He quickly lifted his head, briskly casting aside his previously vulnerable attitude and adopting a playful stance. "I’ve said before that I would be very useful to you, and of course, my usefulness isn’t limited to that. As you saw, I was able to make transactions with people in Ceylon City, and I can do the same now."

"Your world requires a process to transfer cards, but I don’t need that."

"I can strip away other people’s cards and give them to you."

Wen Jiang’s eyes flickered.

Indeed, it was a disgusting yet tempting Skill.

Transferring cards in this world required the conventional method: a ritual performed by a Card Maker involving spiritual power. Xing Wu, however, obviously didn’t need such time-consuming processes.

In other words, if someone else had a unique card in their possession, Wen Jiang could make that card her own.

However, under most circumstances, she wouldn’t need such a Skill. She wasn’t particularly curious about other people’s cards and naturally wouldn’t resort to forcibly taking them.

But at this moment, he had earned the right to be considered an ace up her sleeve.

Wen Jiang’s eyes shimmered. "Rest well. I’m going to start my retreat to create cards."

Xing Wu gave a faint smile. At least now, he was truly a useful card to Wen Jiang.

This ability seemed unnecessary in the short term, but who knew what the future held?