403 A Card Appraisal Exper (1/2)

”This is the Bipolar Card! I'm certainly not mistaken! It is indeed the Bipolar Card!” Sang Hanshui was so excited that he nearly leapt. It was hard to imagine he had just been so ashen and crestfallen.

It looked like Sang Hanshui was a true card lover. That was Chen Mu's determination. He knew without even thinking about it that it was an occupational disease left over from the more than ten years Sang Hanshui had tirelessly spent researching cards that had been forgotten by history.

”Bipolar Card?” Chen Mu asked with curiosity. The name was missing Thunderball, and he thought that must then be its true name. But that name was utterly strange to him.

”Right! It's the Bipolar Card!” Sang Hanshui shook his fists vigorously, as though the card belonged to him. He explained with an excited look, ”There are certainly few people who know about this card. Ha ha! You'd never know it came from the Central Repository of the Classics.”

”Central Repository of the Classics?” It was now Chen Mu's turn to be surprised. He had never thought the card in his hands would be connected to the Central Repository of the Classics from the Big Six.

”Mmmm. It is indeed from the Central Repository of the Classics. Among the Big Six, the Central Repository of the Classics isn't known for its battle power, but it has the strongest reputation when it comes to card making. There have been many grand master card masters from the Central Repository of the Classics in history, some of whom made countless cards. Others had more meager results, but they could all be called grand masters.”

Sang Hanshui's excitement had clearly reached a climax. He had forgotten his own situation, gushing loudly as he gave his exposition.

”Cao Bairan, the one who made the Bipolar Card, was among the grand masters. He only left two cards behind in his life; one was the Bipolar Card, and the other was the Nine Stuns. He destroyed the rest of his cards with his own hands. The Bipolar Card was passed along through many hands until it finally became lost. The other card—the Nine Stuns—became famous far and wide. Even today, it's still one of the most important legacies of the Central Repository of the Classics. Cao Bairan was known for the Nine Stuns, which made him one of the grand master card masters of the Central Repository of the Classics. The strange thing was that Cao Bairan remained silent about the loss of the Bipolar Card, as though he didn't care. It was a good thing the Nine Stuns alone was enough to get him to the top. It is a pity the Nine Stuns is so difficult that even in this age, few practice it, and even fewer are known for it.”

Sang Hanshui was inexplicably excited and was gushing with emotion. ”I would never have thought you would have the Bipolar Card. That card is at the same level as the Golden Word Shackle. Because the Bipolar Card was lost not long after it was completed, though, I don't know whether it has a legacy in the end. The Golden Word Shackle certainly has no legacy; that sect has been wiped out for many years.”

It was clear from what he said that Sang Hanshui couldn't get over his regret. The power of a good card without a legacy would be greatly diminished.

Hearing what he said, Chen Mu didn't feel much, though he was curious. ”What sect is the Golden Word Shackle from?”

Sang Hanshui explained patiently, ”The Golden Word Shackle is the most famous card from the sect called the Word Sect. There are as many as ten kinds of cards the Word Sect is famous for, among which the Golden Word Shackle is the most famous. It's the only card still recorded by now. Judging from those records, the Word Sect flourished for a while during the age of the sects, but no one knows why they were quickly wiped out. They didn't make it to the appearance of Heiner Van Sant. Otherwise, this Golden Word Shackle would certainly have had a hard time escaping the fate of being swept into the Federation Comprehensive Academy by Heiner Van Sant.”

”The age of the sects…” Chen Mu felt that he seemed to have some karma with that period. The signature skills of breath control and the Night of the Cross were also produced during the age of the sects.

Chen Mu actually admired Sang Hanshui's erudition. He had recognized both of those cards because he could be called methodical; it wasn't likely to be just a matter of luck. But losses in one part could be made up in another. Although Sang Hanshui hadn't found a card after spending so much time, his looking had still enabled him to become a rare card appraisal expert.

”Those two cards are both first-rate! You really have good luck!” Sang Hanshui was moved, and his expression was at peace. ”It's just too bad they both don't have legacies, and you can only grope along with them. If you wanted to give the Bipolar Card to the Central Repository of the Classics, you should be able to swap it for a card with a legacy, though I reckon it wouldn't be as good as this one.”

That was the truth. As he saw it, although the card was good, it wouldn't be as dependable as having a legacy. Even a lesser legacy could enable a card artisan to quickly increase his battle power. His own groping would depend on his own luck and ability.

Chen Mu shook his head noncommittally, still having in his card wallet the Sectional Succession legacy. Why would he need to be greedy about another legacy? As he saw it, there was a good side to not having a legacy. Without the legacy, there wouldn't be any constraints to his style, and he wouldn't be bound by the original thing.

That attitude was related to his style of battle. Having been influenced by Wei-ah and the demonic woman, his battle style was greatly transformed. He kept rapidly changing and getting better, in addition to being good at using his environment. Although it had massive power, speaking for himself, the Golden Word Shackle didn't really suit him that much.