Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin

Zhang Jingtian didn't buy many purple materials. On the one hand, he didn't have that much money, and on the other hand, he wanted to try and see if he could succeed first.

Selling them off later would definitely result in a loss.

Re-entering the card-making space, Zhang Jingtian was already skilled.

Opening the workbench, inserting the card, and then he chose to evolve it.

Subsequently, he fused the prepared materials together through his mental power, and then placed them on the workbench.

After that, Zhang Jingtian felt that his mental power was like having blood drawn, slowly flowing out of his body along with a suction force from the workbench.

If he cut off his mental power now, all his previous efforts would be in vain.

Even Zhang Jingtian, who had always thought his mental power was abundant, now felt a bit overwhelmed.

Making spell cards now required so much mental power, making Zhang Jingtian couldn't help but wonder, if it were to evolve a card, wouldn't it require even more mental power?

Could he, a mere Platinum card maker, provide so much mental power to support it?

And the most important thing was that he couldn't take medicine in the card-making space.

However, Zhang Jingtian quickly put aside these distracting thoughts. What he needed to do now was to create his first spell card in his life.

Zhang Jingtian felt that his mental power had probably drained by two-thirds before it finally stopped.

His head was dizzy, and he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, his harvest was quite rich, and his first spell card in his life appeared in front of him.

【Fox Fire】: After use, it will summon ten flames with extremely high damage to attack the enemy. Enemies hit will suffer continuous damage.

Purple spell card, rated two stars.

This spell effect is very similar to Yingning's skill, but it feels stronger because it can summon ten at once.

It should be more useful when burst damage is needed.

Zhang Jingtian looked at this spell card, obviously quite satisfied with its effect.

However, when he thought of the cost of this spell card, Zhang Jingtian's smile faded.

At this cost, after using it once, he simply wouldn't have the money to make a second one.

He frowned, wondering if he could reduce the configuration and make some low-end versions for sale?

After a period of exploration, Zhang Jingtian finally found the function of copying spell cards in the workbench.

This function was also quite simple. He only needed to awaken the original spell in his mental power, and then hand over the corresponding materials, and he could copy it.

And to Zhang Jingtian's surprise, these materials could really be reduced in configuration.

For example, now he only needed a basic spell card and blue beast materials to mass produce them.

A basic spell card only cost a few thousand points, and blue beast materials were not expensive either. The only drawback was that their Lanruo City did not produce beast materials, so there would be a slight premium.

But at most it was 100,000 points per card, and there were discounts for buying more.

For example, this card only summoned three fireballs, and the damage description changed from extremely high to a lot.

However, the continuous damage still existed, and most of the fireball spell cards on the market were single ones.

Of course, the most important thing was that the spell quality became blue, and the rating became three stars. But overall, it was definitely downgraded.

So Zhang Jingtian's card still had its selling point.

After thinking about it, Zhang Jingtian tried to put a 【Fox Fire】 on the market for 200,000 points. Selling it for double the price was not too expensive.

Unexpectedly, less than ten minutes after he put it on the market, he received a message that it had been sold.

At that moment, Zhang Jingtian realized that he had sold it too cheaply.

When he planned to copy the spell card again, he found that he no longer had enough mental power.

Because just mobilizing the original spell card in his memory was a huge drain on mental power.

When Zhang Jingtian was about to take medicine, he suddenly thought, wouldn't it be more expensive to make cards while taking medicine?

Moreover, long-term use of medicine would damage mental power.

So Zhang Jingtian gave up the idea of taking medicine.

However, on days without fighting, his mental power would not be wasted, and he could take it out every day to copy and sell a few spell cards.

Subsequently, Zhang Jingtian, whose mental power was exhausted, lay on the bed and fell asleep instantly.

After Zhang Jingtian woke up, he summoned the Painted Skin.

Painted Skin stood beside Zhang Jingtian at this time, with a somewhat cramped expression.

She seemed to be expecting something in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it too obviously, lest she be disappointed in the end.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

But Zhang Jingtian knew what Painted Skin was expecting. The current Painted Skin must have taken to heart what Zhang Jingtian had said that day, that he could evolve her.

After all, Painted Skin was his first card, but now it had become one of the lowest quality cards.

He could almost imagine how uncomfortable Painted Skin felt.

"I can try it," Zhang Jingtian couldn't guarantee Painted Skin, after all, this was a skill that only a Platinum card maker had. Whether he could support it after forcibly unlocking it now was still a question.

He didn't want to give Painted Skin hope and then disappoint her.

After hearing this, Painted Skin nodded vigorously, with a smile in her eyes.

Obviously, for Painted Skin, it was good to have hope.

Afterwards, Zhang Jingtian took Painted Skin into the card-making space together.

Then he walked to the familiar workbench and put Painted Skin's card in.

Soon, the option to evolve appeared on it.

Zhang Jingtian chose to evolve without hesitation.

This time he was no longer rejected, but felt that his whole person was floating up.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that Painted Skin's card had split into the materials it once was.

Fortunately, the illustrations on the card and the story he had written were still there.

This meant that he only needed to replace the materials to make a new card.

Zhang Jingtian was a little surprised, was it so simple?

Although he was puzzled, he still took out the Hungry Ghost he had prepared in advance, and the picture frame he had just obtained.

These were all purple materials, and they were exactly related to the story of Painted Skin itself.

Subsequently, Zhang Jingtian saw that these materials and the original materials of Painted Skin were actually fused together.

Then he realized that his mental power was emptied in this instant.

When he was about to be unable to bear it, Zhang Jingtian saw the ghost again.

He was still in the shape of a Bodhisattva, but the expression on his face was becoming more and more ferocious, and it was no longer possible to tell whether he was a ghost or a god.

He opened his mouth, and Zhang Jingtian woke up again.