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Two days later, the Underground Secret Chamber.

Bang!

Yet another pitch-black wooden horse exploded into pieces in front of Chen Mu.

"Headache!" Chen Mu furrowed his brows tightly and pressed his temples forcefully with both hands.

He really had a headache.

"Can't train anymore today." He feared his brain would burst.

Black smoke filled the air, clearing the cluttered Underground Secret Chamber.

He didn't stay in the Secret Chamber any longer.

He sprang to the surface, arriving at the long porch in front of the wooden house, collapsing into a rocking chair, clutching a cup of Spirit Nourishing Medicine Tea, his eyes lifelessly staring at the stars, his whole being exuding laziness.

It was already around two or three in the morning, and other than the occasional chirping of insects and birds, all around Peng Yue Mountain was tranquil.

"I considered it too simply," Chen Mu sighed.

For five consecutive days, he had only managed to make eleven Wood Spirit Boys.