Chapter 446: Made a Fortune! The Unique Skill Reappears! [Control]!!

The auction was lively.

Luo Chenyu was busy, utterly swamped.

But he was happy to be this busy—magic energy coins flowed into his pockets like water, and all kinds of Rare Items followed.

In the distance.

The Barbarian God and Zhang Yue and others looked on with a hint of helplessness.

"Look at his expression—I just want to punch him!"

"Yeah, acting like some nouveau riche—he's really made a killing these past few days, maybe even richer than me now."

"You dare talk about him? You're the vice president of the Imperial Capital Academy and honorary deputy director of the Commerce Bureau—how many people in Xuanlong Country have more wealth than you?"

The Barbarian God sneered at Zhang Yue and continued: "I live frugally, but you feast on fish and meat every day—dare you say I won't rob you first?"

Zhang Yue scoffed: "You dare talk about me? All that wealth belongs to Xuanlong Country—it has nothing to do with me. The Barbarian God Legion is yours—you're the real nouveau riche!"

The Barbarian God: "..."

There was no rebuttal to that.

He could only change the subject, saying:

"When he reaches his fourth transformation, his strength will probably double again—I, as his boss, am under so much pressure!"

"Heh..." Zhang Yue laughed mockingly. "According to Lian Wushuang, if I don't use my secret techniques, I might not be able to beat him."

"He's growing too fast!!"

"Too bad the old bastard wants him to follow that path—if not, I'd teach him how to condense a Divine Core right now..."

"A Divine Core... I hope tomorrow's trip to the Divine War Zone yields something good."

Zhang Yue sighed, his gaze fixed on the busy Luo Chenyu, and said: "If it weren't for Xiao Yu's strength, this slot would never have been mine."

"Hahaha! Even my temporary role as 'Protector of the Dao' is thanks to him for getting me this slot!"

"Go ahead and gloat—I hope everything's safe in the Divine War Zone, since that guy has zero sense of caution..."

The Barbarian God: "..."

………………

Inside the tent.

Luo Chenyu lay comfortably on the bed, a strange smile on his lips.

"Finally cleared everything out!"

He wasn't wrong.

He had finally sorted through every last odd item in his spatial backpack—even the "worthless" materials were all packed off and sold.

Most importantly, the prices were quite high.

Even higher than Xuanlong Country's market rates.

Now.