Gacha pull: I obtained a god-level talent.

After clearing the Rakshasa River dungeon in an hour, Zhang Yuan returned to West Lake City to sell the excess equipment and materials in his storage space at the exchange. When he was about to sell the last few items, Zhang Yuan looked at the two pieces of equipment lying in his storage space.

[Water Magic Tome (Platinum): Spirit +1000, Water Magic Power +30%, usable at level 40.]

[Flame Staff (Platinum): Spirit +300, Fire Magic Power +30%, usable at level 15.]

Two platinum-level equipment pieces, one of which is level 40, should be worth tens of millions together.

Zhang Yuan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to leave the two pieces of equipment in his storage space.

Although both pieces of equipment are platinum-level standard equipment and there are quite a few on the exchange and consignment shops, the fact that these two pieces of equipment appeared on the West Lake City Exchange right after Wang Hu and Jiang Yecheng died is obviously suspicious.

With the three million yuan transferred by Guan Xin earlier, and the equipment materials dropped from monsters, Zhang Yuan now has 328 million yuan in his account. He is not short of money for the time being, and there is no need for him to take the risk of selling those two platinum equipment pieces.

"In less than a month after switching jobs, my account balance went from a little over a thousand yuan to more than three million yuan. This combat class is truly a ruthless money-making machine."

Zhang Yuan sighed, and the wealthy man spent 10 yuan to buy 10 bottles of intermediate-level healing potion and put them in his storage space.

Although his sword formation automatically restores his stamina, if he encounters an enemy with high attack power and his stamina cannot be restored in time, the instant recovery from the healing potion can save his life.

When it came to matters of life and death, Zhang Yuan dared not skimp on money.

As for the skill scrolls that cost 100,000 yuan each, Zhang Yuan couldn't bring himself to buy them.

Three million only yields thirty scrolls. Even if he spent them all, he might not awaken a new skill. He felt that it was best to honestly farm dungeons for skill scrolls.

Zhang Yuan spent several hours in the exchange, emptying the materials in his storage space. Afterward, he went to the mall to buy some gifts for his grandmother and aunt before leisurely heading home.

Having not seen his grandmother and aunt for more than twenty days, Zhang Yuan began to miss them.

When I got home, it was dinnertime. My grandmother was cooking in the kitchen, while my aunt was practicing her singing in the living room.

"Wow! What a rare guest!"

When Auntie saw Zhang Yuan return, she exclaimed, "Mom, that little rascal is finally back!"

"If I'm a little dog, then what are you?"

Zhang Yuan retorted, took out the gifts he had bought from his storage space, and piled them up into a small mountain in the living room. "You big brat, I brought you a gift."

"Wow! That little brat's struck it rich!"

When my aunt saw the mountain of gifts, her eyes lit up. She pounced on the pile and started tearing open the wrappings without any hesitation.

Grandma came out of the kitchen and saw a pile of gifts in the living room. She couldn't help but complain to Zhang Yuan, "You child, why are you wasting your money on these useless things as soon as you start earning it? You're still in the early stages. You should be using your money to upgrade your equipment."

Zhang Yuan laughed and said, "Grandma, I've earned several million these days. These gifts only add up to tens of thousands of yuan, which is less than a basic skill scroll. It doesn't matter."

My aunt's eyes lit up immediately. "Millions? Combat professions are that profitable?"

Zhang Yuan scratched his head and laughed, "Yeah, I didn't expect to make so much money. Even a piece of junk equipment can sell for millions."

"Wow! Why didn't I get a combat-type class? I put on a concert, sing and dance for hours, and only earn a few tens of thousands of yuan in appearance fees!" Auntie looked at Zhang Yuan with resentment. "Yuanzi, I'm so jealous of you!"

"Mom! I want to be a combat professional too! I'm not going to be a singer anymore!"

My aunt started throwing a tantrum in the pile of gifts!

"Look at you, all greedy for money!" Grandma rolled her eyes at Auntie and then said, "You two clean up the living room, then come eat!"

"Yes!"

Under her grandmother's supervision, Zhang Yuan and her aunt cleaned up the living room, and then the three of them enjoyed a rare family meal together.