Looking at the densely packed Jade Slips, Chen Zhuo felt dizzy. He had struck it rich.
How much could he make if he transferred all of these into the Spell Repository?
A million Spirit Coins? Ten million?
They might all be minor spells worth little, but surely they would fetch at least a million Spirit Coins?
A million might even be the lower limit.
Two or three million was more likely—enough to trade for a genuine Heavenly Spiritual Root!
Letting Chen Zhuo into the Scripture Pavilion was like letting a mouse into an oil storehouse. He was going to drink his fill!
Even Inspector He Cat couldn't stop him now. Chen Zhuo would drain that storehouse dry. Losing an ear would be worth it!
There he went, showing his age.
At that thought, Chen Zhuo immediately began scanning all the books on the first floor, but reason soon cooled his excitement.
Wait.
He couldn't turn them into cash that quickly.
The Spell Repository was protected by the residual Divine Sense of Divine Lords and True Lords. No one could peer inside, and it was a legitimate, compliant operation. But if several million Spirit Coins suddenly entered his account, that amount would never escape the bank's notice!
The Spell Repository had no one watching. The bank did.
An occasional deposit wouldn't matter. Given Chen Zhuo's current circumstances, even receiving tens of thousands of Spirit Coins now and then wouldn't arouse suspicion.
But several million in one go would draw far too much attention.
When a child carried gold through the streets, every passerby became a demon.
Especially with the recent stock-market crash. What if some Golden Core True Person at the bank had lost a fortune, then spotted a fat sheep in the Qi Refinement Realm while checking the accounts? What