At that moment, Zhang Yang held the Blue Skull in his hand. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind at lightning speed, and in the next second, he made his choice.
"I want to sell the Intermediate Soul Artifact."
"Whoosh!"
A Golden Scales appeared before his eyes, accompanied by a message.
"Because the world you are in lies beyond the boundary of what the Village Building Order can reach, this transaction requires an additional ten percent fee. Alternatively, you may choose to deduct 150,000 points of energy from your Fantasy Village Building Order."
"I choose to deduct 150,000 points of energy."
Zhang Yang made his decision without hesitation. The appearance of this message proved that his choice was correct. This world was simply too distant and too remote compared to the Village Building Order system, or perhaps it was being concealed by some kind of power. Thus, whether he took that blue-glowing skull to place a bounty on it or tried to turn it into some kind of magical artifact, neither option was as profitable as selling it.
As the saying went, ten birds in the forest were worth less than one bird in hand. Benefits that were already in hand and could be used immediately were the only real benefits. Otherwise, it was just playing the fool.
"Buzz!"
The Golden Scales trembled faintly. Only in the next instant did the sale price refresh.
On one side was the Blue Skull, and on the other was a First-Grade Foundation Establishment Pill. That was right—even if this thing were burned to ashes—well, fine, nobody would recognize it after it was burned to ashes.
But why?
Why was it a First-Grade Foundation Establishment Pill?
What the hell did I do wrong? God, I already have one First-Grade Foundation Establishment Pill. Why?
Zhang Yang