Minus Ninety Degrees

The Card Creator is a very ordinary profession. Simply put, the incumbent seals various kinds of abilities, illusions, images and so on in blank cards for convenience of use.
Lu Ming, who initially planned to lead an idle life, had a not-so-boring dream now — He hopes to seal the entire world in the cards.
One still needed to have dreams. What if you could realize them?

Divine Card Creator

The horse carriage traveled in the darkness.

It brushed shoulders with Zhao Yunshan and the group again. Lu Ming did not care either. He merely cast a nonchalant glance at them and then busied himself with other matters.

He had played a few tricks at the past few mountains to improve his ability.

He had used up all the herbs and medicine that he conned from Zhao Yunshan and the rest!

Furthermore, these were far from enough!

No one noticed that there was actually a hole at the top of the horse carriage. The pouring rain landed and converged in this hole before flowing away from the bottom of the carriage.

Everyone, Please Go and Die