Mofan had used up his trump card, the Time Liquid, to win the battle. However, he did not feel bad about it at all, as Mofan had also benefited greatly from the Dark Swordmaster!
The Dark Swordmaster did not drop any Soul Essences. If it had, Mofan would have instantly become rich. An Overlord ranked Soul Essence could probably be sold for a few billion.
Even though it was just a Soul Remnant, it was still very valuable. After the Little Loach Pendant absorbed the Soul Remnant, Mofan immediately refined almost ten Warrior-level Soul Essences. If he could sell them, he would be able to sell them for almost two hundred million.
Unfortunately, Mofan could only use them to strengthen his own Stars. The Lightning Star Map, which was supposed to be a huge project, was now strengthened by almost half. Mofan had benefited greatly from every large-scale battle like this. Even if the Undead corpses did not drop anything, the Soul Remnant alone was worth a lot.
Apart from the Dark Swordmaster's Soul Remnant, Mofan had also preserved the Dark Swordmaster's Undead Crystal.
A complete Undead Crystal was very valuable. It was a treasure that could recover Mana. If he were to auction a Monarch ranked Undead Crystal like this, it would be worth at least a hundred million.
If he gave it to Zhao Manyan, Zhao Manyan would definitely sell it for a good price for Mofan. If that was the case, he would be able to buy a Lightning Domain Soul Seed with the money he had on hand!
"Mofan, give me the Undead Crystal, Monarch ranked armor, and sword. I'll sell them for two hundred million. How does that sound?" Zhao Manyan accepted the Undead Crystal without hesitation.
"Two hundred million? Can you really sell them for two hundred million?" Mofan was a little surprised.
The Dark Swordmaster did not drop any rare materials, nor did it drop any Soul Essences or anything of value. Mofan felt that it would be impressive if the scattered items could be sold for a hundred million.
"Why not? It's still a Ruler-level creature! Many rich people in this world love to collect the corpses of Ruler-level creatures, especially those like the Dark Swordmaster. Those rich merchants with large manors are very particular about intimidating their business partners and intimidating demon beasts that are hard to guard against. Your Dark Swordmaster's armor can be molded into a statue of a ghastly horse, and you can fill up the armor with something else and place the sword there. It will instantly raise the level of the manor. There are plenty of rich merchants in the world, but not every rich merchant can afford to display the corpse of a Ruler-level creature in front of their manor. Besides, the armor of the Dark Swordmaster suits the aesthetics of many Europeans. I can help you sell it at a high price in Europe. It might even be worth more than two hundred million!" Zhao Manyan said confidently.
Zhao Manyan came from a merchant family. He knew what kind of things the rich were willing to spend their money on.
This Dark Swordmaster was a Ruler-level Dark Swordmaster, the personal bodyguard of the Pharaoh. Coupled with its majestic armor and giant sword, its unparalleled aura was enough to mesmerize those who needed power and prestige. It was common for collectors to spend a few hundred million on art pieces, let alone the personal guard of a Ruler-level creature!
"Doesn't that mean I have a Soul-grade Lightning Seed too?" Mofan was excited when he saw how confident Zhao Manyan was.
He had enough money to buy a Soul-grade Lightning Seed. With a Soul-grade Lightning Seed, he would not be helpless against someone like Philip, the Executioner of the Black Vatican!
"That's about it, I have a lot of connections. Once we reach Italy or Paris, I'll surely get you a Soul-grade Lightning Seed. Say, Mofan, I'm the disciple of the richest clan in China, yet even my family doesn't have the ambition to get me a Soul-grade Seed. If you have a Soul-grade Seed, even the students of the United States would have to avoid you, "Zhao Manyan exclaimed.
As he thought, a truly powerful Magician had to rely on himself.
A grassroots Magician might not be able to acquire resources worth tens of millions in the beginning, let alone hundreds of millions. However, once a grassroots Magician managed to climb his way to the top, he could easily rely on his own strength to acquire resources. His ability to earn resources on his own was a lot better than the disciples of renowned clans.
Cultivation was not something that could be achieved by simply throwing resources at them. If a Magician had a bad foundation, it would only be a waste no matter how much money they spent. Meanwhile, Magicians who cultivated on their own knew how to find the pattern of their advancement in the vast Galaxy. They also knew how to achieve breakthroughs in battles. Even if they were covered in wounds, they would eventually break out of their cocoons and be reborn. When that happened, they would completely leave their peers who relied on their clans behind!
Zhao Manyan had a feeling that Mofan was already on the verge of breaking out of his shell.
The guy was born with a great Innate Talent, and he had spent a lot of effort on his cultivation. The day he broke out of his cocoon was not far away. When the time came, the gap between his strength and the gap between him and the others would continue to widen.
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The presence of the undead had completely dissipated after the heavy rain. There was no longer any strange smell lingering in the air.
Even a country like Egypt, which had not seen a single drop of rain in half a year, was having a celebration for Puccini City.
Pushing the light wheelchair, Mo Fan slowly walked forward. With every step he took, he could smell the intoxicating fragrance of Xinxia's body brought by the cool breeze.
Why was it so fragrant? Mofan could not help but have the urge to push Xinxia into a deserted alley and have sex with her. He could not help it. As a man who ate meat, the vegetarian food he cooked was tasteless.
Many flowers in Egypt had bloomed after the rain. It was not a common sight, since they were in a country of sand.
There were not many people in the park. The people were gathered in the main square, singing and dancing to celebrate the victory of the war. There was good wine, beautiful women, and delicious food. It was a feast for the eyes.
Mofan sat on a bench surrounded by trees at an angle of two hundred and seventy degrees. He carried the soft Xinxia in his arms. Mofan immediately felt something was not right. He frowned and said, "Why are you so light again? Is the food in Parthenon Institute not good?"
If she was any lighter, she would not be soft or bouncy to the touch!
"It's not that, maybe it's because it's hard to cultivate," Xinxia said softly.
"Even if it's hard to cultivate, you still have to eat more. Look at me, my physique, my muscles, I look energetic and safe," Mofan hugged Xinxia and placed her on his lap in order to show off his strength.
Xinxia's legs were inconvenient. She was like a little lamb when she left the wheelchair. No matter how shy she was, she would still be taken advantage of by a certain someone.
For some reason, Xinxia's legs were especially beautiful. Perhaps it was because she had never walked, but she already had a sense of perfection that was being cared for. Whether it was the translucent milky white color or the soft yet elastic texture, they were slender and delicate, with no flaws to be found.
Mofan placed his hands on Xinxia's legs. He proceeded to do all kinds of things when there was no one around.
Mofan also knew that the place where couples were on a date had to be particular. They were surrounded by trees at an angle of two hundred and seventy degrees, and there was an impassable sandcave in front of them. They were very close to a secret room …
Someone would ask, if they were planning to do something naughty, why didn't they just go to the room?
Mo Fan could not help but snort disdainfully at the thought. As expected of a young man. Let alone a shy girl like Xinxia, if it was any other girl, she would immediately see through his intentions when he asked her to have a chat with him in the room. Unless she had the same desire as him, the operation was basically going to end in failure!
A place like a park with a good environment, fresh air, and few people was perfect. A casual tease was enough to make a girl go limp under the stimulation of the environment!
Xinxia had no idea that she had been tricked by Mofan. She had yet to recover from the thrilling battle.
As a matter of fact, when Mofan was carrying out the Dark Contract, Xinxia was really scared.
She initially thought she had caught up to Mofan's pace, yet Mofan was still walking ahead of her. She could only stand there and worry helplessly.
"By the way, there's something I'm curious about," Mofan said in a different tone as he fondled Xinxia's legs.
"Mm?"
"Your legs are quite sensitive, too," Mofan said.
Xinxia's face immediately blushed. What was this asshole trying to do? If he continued to fondle her legs, they would … they would …
"You can feel your legs. Why don't you have the strength to walk?" Mofan said.
It was not that Xinxia could not stand or move her legs, but she would feel extremely weak and in pain when she tried to walk. It was unbelievable. If it was an illness, why couldn't Xinxia's legs be normal when they were in Parthenon, a place that even had the Art of Resurrection?
"I don't know, either." Xinxia lowered her head. She was supposed to be in a bad mood, but Mofan's actions were getting out of hand. It was no longer as simple as fondling her legs!
"Don't …" Xinxia's ears turned red. How could someone be so reckless!?
"Could it be that it's not an illness, but something else?" Mofan speculated.
"Maybe … mm, mm, brother Mofan, let's take a walk." Xinxia's body was burning. God knew what the man was going to do to her if she stayed any longer!
"I'm a little tired. Why don't we go back and rest? It's been a while since I talked to you. Let's go to my room," Mofan said.
Xinxia's face was so red that it felt like water was about to burst out of it. She wanted to reject him, but when she thought about how shameless Mofan was in a place like this, she decided to go to his room instead. At least she would not have to worry about him there. Xinxia was worried that someone would see Mofan fondling her legs. It would be so embarrassing.
A little lamb was no match for an experienced driver. Mofan burst out laughing in his heart when he saw Xinxia nodding her head.
On the way back to his room, Mofan had the urge to slap himself in the face. Why didn't he learn the Advanced Space Spell earlier? He would be so cool if he could Blink back home!
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