A pleasant ringing sound came from the Black Iron Bracelet.

  “Number 4623: The transaction of 20 Spiritual Weapons has been completed.”


  “Oh my god, this is too fast!”


  “It has only been 10 minutes since this information was released and someone completed it!”


  “There’s really someone in our academy who can take out 20 Spiritual Weapons at once. I beg to get to know him, I beg to be his underling!”


  Quite a few people saw that the transaction was completed and began to cry out in surprise. There were even some people who began to kneel down and beg to be underlings.

  Unfortunately, the Academy Of A Thousand Illusions’s trading system had always been conducted anonymously, so they had no way of knowing who this person was.

  Moreover, there were more than a dozen trading centers in the academy. Who knew which trading center this person was in? Even going to the trading center to inquire about this person’s appearance would not work.

  Before Jun Mohuang went to the trading center alone, she had deliberately disguised herself as an ordinary-looking boy.

  No one would associate that boy with Jun Mohuang.

  In the Weapon Refinement School, the old man who had issued the request for purchase information also did not expect that he would complete the request so quickly after making a desperate attempt.

  He quickly sent people to retrieve the 20 weapons from the trading center.

  The two elders appraised these spirit weapons together and finally concluded that the refinement method of this batch of spirit weapons was slightly immature and many areas were not handled perfectly.

  But the weapons were very sharp and hence very suitable to be Lord Silvermoon’s food.

  “Who is it? We have to find him!”


  While the two elders were happy, they decided to find this person.

  To be able to take out 20 of them in one go, either it was a refiner himself or he had a close relationship with the refiner.

  No matter what, as long as they found this person, they wouldn’t have to worry about Lord Silvermoon’s annual rations anymore……

  Jun Mohuang walked out of the trading center with a huge amount of Spiritual Value Points and quickly found a corner to restore her appearance.

  Jun Mohuang was in a very good mood after suddenly turning from a pauper to a tycoon.

  “Boss, why did you ask us to wait here? I took a look just now. The living environment here is good and there is plenty of spiritual energy, but…… but it costs 100 Spiritual Value Points a day.”


  Seeing that she was back so soon, Feng Yunqi immediately went up to her.

  They could not afford to stay in a dormitory that was worth 100 Spiritual Value Points a day.

  “Who says we can’t afford to live here?”


  Jun Mohuang raised her wrist and waved it in front of everyone.

  “Uh…… I’m not seeing things, right…… 8- 80,000 Spiritual Value Points!”


  Wu Qianyong and Shi Feng rubbed their eyes when they saw the string of numbers.

  “Tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands…… That’s 80,000!”


  Shi Shan went forward and held Jun Mohuang’s wrist. She started counting the numbers on the bracelet seriously, afraid that she would make a mistake.

  She counted three times before confirming that she did not count wrongly.

  He could only sigh from the bottom of his heart. “Sister Jun, you’re really amazing!”


  Just a second ago, they were still worrying about Spiritual Value Points. The next second, they became rich. This roller coaster was really exciting.

  “Boss, how did you do it? 80,000? That’s awesome!”


  Feng Yunqi regained his senses and started asking questions.

  Xiao Ling also looked at her curiously. “Could it be that Sister Jun accepted the mission of the 20 Spiritual Weapons?”


  “Of course not, how could I take out so many of them at once? Lingtian gave me some good stuff previously, so I went to exchange a few. Wouldn’t 80,000 be enough?”


  Jun Mohuang pushed everything onto Di Lingtian.