Bao Xiaotou stood where he was, his expression crazed. By now, he had completely lost himself to madness.
Three hundred and forty thousand law fragments. If he took these law fragments and sought a master, forget Golden Immortals—even Primordial Unity Golden Immortals would personally take him as a disciple.
Though three hundred and forty thousand law fragments seemed like a great many, for Primordial Unity Golden Immortal experts, even the slightest improvement in cultivation required tens or even millions of years.
And these three hundred and forty thousand law fragments were enough to spare them hundreds of millions of years of bitter cultivation. They were that terrifying.
"Not bad."
Wang Tian glanced at his Spatial Ring and revealed a faint smile. He was already impatient to enter seclusion.
"One million three hundred and twenty thousand... Tsk, there's not much left to sell."
Ye Lin felt deeply regretful. He had still underestimated the wealth of these tribes. All his junk had already been sold off; now, he truly had almost nothing left.
What remained were things that could not be sold.
He had not gone so utterly mad as to sell off his own precious treasures.
Of the group, however, Shangguan Wanyu had gained the least. After all, all she could sell were little black boxes, and those had long since sold out. Later on, she could only bring out her personal collection.
Next came Bao Xiaotou, followed by Wang Tian. Even Ye Lin had no idea how much Wang Tian had raked in.
"Sure enough, talent is what sells."
Ye Lin could not help sighing. Wang Tian and Bao Xiaotou were practically operating at zero cost—especially Bao Xiaotou. The guy could casually pick up a stone by the roadside, draw a few strokes on it, and turn it into a