Listening to Bai Zhenzhen and Miao Yun's conversation, Zhang Yu's gaze flickered. Though he had been in Kunxu for nearly half a year, much of the knowledge and information still lay buried deep in his mind, never truly gathering into his conscious awareness.
Hearing their conversation now, Zhang Yu gradually remembered—faces could be sold in Kunxu too. Being good-looking was itself something that could be measured in money.
He hurriedly took out his phone and logged onto the Face Model Website, wanting to see how much his face was worth.
But once the facial recognition was complete, he received the answer that this face model had long since been sold.
Looking at the transaction record, it had only sold for 2,000 yuan, with the twenty-year copyright bought out in a single payment.
There was even a user review: Handsome without a shred of distinction.
Zhang Yu thought to himself, I knew it. The original owner sold it ages ago.
"Ugh, it was sold dirt cheap. If I'd waited until I became a little more famous, this face model copyright would definitely have been worth more."
He casually searched for valuable face models and discovered that even the faces of celebrities, stars, and internet influencers were only moderately valuable, since they were purely cosmetic face models.
The most valuable ones were functional face models. For instance, the faces of the Eight Divine Departments could enhance Talisman Arts.
Then there were face models with seductive effects, which counted as production tools in certain special industries.
There were also all sorts of bizarre, nonhuman face models. Because they involved surgery and bodily structure, they were equally expensive.
Just then, Miao Yun came before Zhang Yu. The moment she touched a finger to his body, Zhang Yu felt a stream of cold Yin Magical