Two days later, Underground Chamber.
Bang!
Another Black Wooden Horse exploded into fragments before Chen Mu.
"My head hurts!" Chen Mu frowned tightly, pressing hard against his temples with both hands.
His head really did hurt.
"I can't practice anymore today." He was afraid his brain would explode.
Black Smoke spread out, tidying up the cluttered underground chamber.
He did not stay in the chamber any longer.
He sprang up to the surface, went to the long corridor before the Wooden Cabin, and collapsed into a Rocking Chair. Holding a cup of Nourishing Spirit medicinal tea, he stared blankly at the stars, utterly listless.
It was already two or three in the morning. Aside from the occasional chirp of insects and birds, Moon Embracing Mountain was tranquil from top to bottom.
"I made things sound too simple." Chen Mu sighed.
After five straight days, he had only managed to make eleven Wood Spirit Guards.
That alone had left him with splitting headaches and unbearable misery.
"I'm not some bitter, driven protagonist. Why should I push myself so hard?"
"If I make this money, great."
"If I don't, there's no need to get upset."
Chen Mu comforted himself.
"I'll sell however many I make. This is all I can do; there's nothing for it!" Chen Mu took a huge gulp of medicinal tea and gave up completely. Two words: lie flat!
He had been a laid-back office drone in his previous life. What was wrong with becoming a slacking salted fish in this one?
That was called staying true to his original intentions!
"But... several thousand White Jade Coins, oh my..."
Second Pioneer Squad, Yiyou District.
"Little Mu, you still haven't fully recovered from your injury?" Old Hao asked curiously, glancing at Chen Mu.
"An illness comes like a landslide