In the following time, the golden-masked man took out various specialties from the Wood Clan and the Spirit Clan.
Each of these items had unique uses, stirring the hearts of many in the great hall. People eagerly brought out items required by the Black Domain to exchange for them.
Next, several more final treasures were presented by the golden-masked man.
Each was a renowned exotic treasure, with abilities no less formidable than the previously displayed Heaven-Shaking Gong and the ancient banner.
These treasures either boasted astonishing defensive capabilities or wielded devastating offensive power, making them even more practical for individuals than the previous two. They were undoubtedly excellent means to enhance one’s strength!
Thus, the competition for these treasures in the great hall reached an unprecedented frenzy.
The final item was the “Ocean-Shifting Fan,” ranked high on the Chaos Myriad Spirit List. It could move mountains and overturn seas, blotting out the sky and sun—its power was unimaginable.
As a result, over twenty unknown cultivators frantically piled out various materials, sparing no expense to compete for this treasure…
In the end, the golden-masked man chose the one who offered the most materials, demanding additional rare treasures before finally exchanging the Ocean-Shifting Fan.
Han Li had also taken an immediate liking to this fan. Unfortunately, the required exchange was not for spiritual medicines but for legendary rare crystals—something he lacked entirely.
With the exchange of the Ocean-Shifting Fan concluded, the Black Domain had successfully traded all the items prepared for this grand event. Not a single one had been auctioned off with spirit stones.
This demonstrated the Black Domain’s thorough preparation, knowing exactly what the attendees desired.
“Our domain has set the stage, exchanging all intended items. Now, fellow Daoists may freely take the stage to conduct exchanges. Should any treasures catch our domain’s eye, we hope for priority consideration. The rules remain unchanged—only three may present their items at a time. The terms of exchange are entirely up to the participants; our domain will not interfere. Very well, I declare the free exchange open!”
Clearly satisfied with the earlier results, the golden-masked man announced the start of the free exchange after a brief speech.
“Heh, since you’ve said so, I’ll begin first.”
The moment the golden-masked man finished speaking, a sinister voice suddenly rang out. A streak of black light shot from one of the floating pavilions, flickering several times before eerily appearing on the high platform within the light barrier.
It was a gray-robed man enveloped in eerie black radiance!
“Hmph, you’re quite eager, fellow Daoist!”
“In that case, I’d like to take the lead as well!”
Almost simultaneously, several other streaks of light shot out from different pavilions.
However, upon seeing competition, two of them suddenly flared brilliantly, vanishing in an instant before reappearing inside the barrier. One was a graceful figure shrouded in five-colored light—a female cultivator.
The other emitted a sharp screech, its speed doubling as it landed on the platform ahead of the others.
When Han Li saw this third figure, his lips twitched, unable to conceal his astonishment.
This person had an extremely bizarre physique—whether lying horizontally or standing vertically, their body spanned over ten feet, resembling a massive meatball.
Atop this “meatball” sat an ordinary man’s head, its face etched with sorrow, completely exposed.
The others, arriving a step too late, were repelled by the white barrier with a *bang*, unable to enter.
“Fellow Daoists, please return. You may take the stage in the next round,” the golden-masked man said politely, clasping his fists toward those outside the barrier.
Though resentful, the outsiders could only snort and retreat.
Meanwhile, the gray-robed man who had secured the first spot laughed triumphantly.
Being the first to present exchange items was a significant advantage—otherwise, one might miss out if another took what they needed first.
At this moment, the golden-masked man’s gaze swept over the “meatball,” and he chuckled.
“Brother Zhu, you’ve joined this exchange again, and so eagerly. It seems the loss of that treasure last time still weighs heavily on you.”
“Last time, if only I hadn’t been a step behind! My Hundred-Joint Pearl was even superior in quality—how could he have taken it? But the worst part is, no matter which exchange I attend, my form makes me instantly recognizable. No disguise works!” The meatball sighed, his sorrowful expression deepening.
“Brother Zhu, the mystic art you cultivate is a renowned divine ability of your clan from ancient times. Though it restricts bodily transformation, its power is the envy of many. Such a minor flaw is trivial.”
The golden-masked man spoke with unusual courtesy, suggesting the meatball held significant status.
“Though I know your words are mere comfort, I appreciate them. I hope this time brings better fortune.” The meatball remained despondent.
The golden-masked man smiled slightly and retreated to a corner of the golden formation, saying no more.
“Since Brother Zhu is here, why not present your items first?” The gray-robed man, clearly wary of the meatball, clasped his fists deferentially.
The female cultivator in five-colored light nodded faintly in agreement.
“Since you both insist, I won’t stand on ceremony.” The meatball accepted readily.
He patted his round belly and spat out a dazzling white vial, clutching it in his hand.
“Three clusters of Golden Crow Trueflame! Only for Golden Bone Mushroom or Twisted Vein Grass—each must be over ten thousand years old. One herb per flame!” the meatball announced loudly.
“Golden Crow Trueflame? Is it real? To obtain such a spirit flame…”
“If he’s offering it, it must be genuine. But to part with it…”
Whispers erupted across the hall.
Han Li was momentarily stunned, then stroked his chin thoughtfully.
His Devouring Spirit Flame had once absorbed a wisp of this trueflame from a demonic bird in the Demon Mountain Range, significantly enhancing its power. If this meatball truly possessed three clusters, it could elevate his flame even further.
Unfortunately, the meatball’s demands were firm—herbs Han Li didn’t possess. Frustration gnawed at him.
The meatball carefully uncorked the vial and tapped its base.
*Poof! Poof! Poof!*
Three blazing white flames shot out, transforming into three white fire crows that circled before him.
These crows, though snowy white, shimmered with silver runes as they flew, radiating scorching heat that filled the barrier, causing the white light to tremble.
“It really is Golden Crow Trueflame!”
“For those cultivating fire-attribute techniques, refining this flame would bring boundless benefits!”
Murmurs of awe and greed spread as gazes fixated on the crows.
Despite restricted divine sense, the attendees’ keen eyes discerned the flames’ authenticity from afar.
“Hmm, so it’s diluted Golden Crow Trueflame…”
Han Li’s blue-tinted eyes narrowed as he discerned the truth. His earlier frustration faded, replaced by cold observation.
Meanwhile, the gray-robed man presented a three-colored lotus-like ice treasure, capable of unleashing three extreme cold flames—ideal for ice-attribute cultivators—in exchange for fire-attribute treasures.
The female cultivator in five-colored light offered a blood-red orb the size of a head—an egg of the savage Bloodflame Eagle, a notorious beast from the primordial wilds.
Adult Bloodflame Eagles spanned over thirty feet, wielding rare blood-attribute abilities, with strength rivaling Void Refinement or even early Body Integration cultivators.
Claiming the egg came from a nest of eagles with Body Integration-level power, she demanded spirit treasure-grade items in exchange.
This naturally drew interest from ice cultivators and beast tamers. Soon, offers were made for both items.
But the meatball’s demands proved too rare. Despite widespread desire for the Golden Crow Trueflame, no one could produce the required herbs.
As the gray-robed man and the female cultivator completed their exchanges, the meatball’s expression grew even gloomier.
After a while with no takers, he sighed, recalling the fire crows, and flew back to his pavilion—abandoning the exchange.
This sparked another wave of murmurs.
Soon, three new figures rushed onto the platform, commencing the next round of free exchange.
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