Lu Jun's Spiritual Power Breaks Through to the Divine Origin Realm

Only Tang Wulin, that little miser with the words "diligent housekeeping" engraved in his bones, had eyes that burst with excitement comparable to the Golden Dragon Eyes the instant the battle ended.

His figure flashed as he pounced into the wreckage-strewn battlefield like a starving tiger. The seemingly inconspicuous Storage Soul Tool on his hand, whose internal space was actually enormous, flashed repeatedly.

Moving as swiftly as the wind with practiced, expert hands, he specifically picked out damaged Black-grade Mecha wreckage whose core components remained intact and retained the highest value, as well as relatively undamaged Purple-grade Mecha core drive modules. Like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, he rapidly swept these "spoils of war" into his storage.

His battlefield cleanup was so smooth and fluid that it left everyone dumbfounded by its speed.

By the time the howl of Federation reinforcement Soul Guidance Aircraft came from the distant sky, he had already finished his "harvest." Dusting off his hands, he returned to his companions in satisfaction, his face beaming with the guileless smile of someone who had found a treasure.

The companions gathered around him and watched him complete this entire sequence of actions. Yue Zhengyu could not help opening his mouth wide. Pointing at the even more fragmented scraps of metal scattered across the ground, he said in stunned disbelief:

"Tang Wulin, you... have you gone crazy? You want this junk too? Aren't you worried it'll take up space?"

"Hehe, mine, mine, it's all mine."

Tang Wulin grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth. His eyes shone with a look that said, "You don't understand their value."

"These are all Rare Metals and high-end Soul Guidance cores! Taking them apart and selling the components, or melting them down and reforging them, all makes money! Thrift is a