"This looks like a storage bag, but it's so beautiful!"
Meng Hao fiddled with it for a moment, then sent his spiritual power inside to explore. His body trembled as if struck by an invisible attack.
His eyes widened, his expression filled with terror.
"It's huge!"
Meng Hao exclaimed. It was also a storage bag, but the space inside was as vast as a miniature world. At first glance, it seemed to contain boundless mist, and its immense aura violently shook his spirit. This space was large enough to hold entire mountains and rivers. Just this ability alone made this storage bag worthy of being called a supreme treasure.
A bitter taste filled Meng Hao's mouth. The spiritual stones he had collected made him joyful, the elixirs made his heart pound, the magical artifacts and the scroll painting startled him, and the black net and its power had deeply moved him. Finally, this storage bag, the space it opened up, made Meng Hao's mind buzz for a long time before slowly recovering.
"I'm rich, I'm rich!" Meng Hao clutched the five-colored bag, muttering incessantly.
"If that mountain was indeed a trial ground for some sect, and I accidentally entered it and took so many elixirs, spiritual stones, and magical artifacts, those people will definitely not let me off."
A loud bang echoed in Meng Hao's heart, but he resolved that no matter what happened, he would not abandon these magical artifacts.
After tidying up everything he had acquired, Meng Hao took a deep breath, looked at the sunset outside the cave, and then walked out. He looked towards the city, his expression somber.
"I have quite a few elixirs, but I don't recognize most of them. I can't swallow them with peace of mind."
Meng Hao walked towards the city, his expression pensive. His movement speed was very fast, and a moment later, he arrived before the city gate. Three characters were written on the city gate: Dong Xiu Cheng. These three characters carried an ancient aura, having existed for an unknown number of years. The faded color of the characters conveyed a sense of vicissitude.
"Dong Xiu means 'Eastern Elegance,' and this place is located in the east. The city's name is truly simple."
Meng Hao approached the city gate. The disciples gathered there all turned their gaze towards him. Meng Hao had noticed two of them earlier; they were both wearing blue robes, and their cultivation had reached the third level of Qi Condensation.
"Fellow Daoist, please hand over spiritual stones to enter the city." One of them put away his smile and spoke seriously to Meng Hao. Meng Hao's cultivation clearly put no small pressure on this person.
"The two Fellow Daoists must be disciples of a major sect, while I have just descended the mountain and am a disciple of a small sect. I hope the two Fellow Daoists can offer more guidance." Meng Hao's appearance was no different from that of an ordinary scholar. When he spoke now, his polite words earned him no small amount of goodwill from the two low-level cultivators.
Before replying, one of the two cultivators laughed heartily. "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. Fellow Daoist's cultivation is so high; even if this is your first time leaving your sect, your reputation will surely spread far and wide in the future. This place is Dong Xiu Cheng, built by the three great sects of Zhao State, and it is also one of the two largest cities in Zhao State. To enter the city, you must hand over a certain amount of spiritual stones." The young cultivator spoke casually. "Normally, you need to hand over three spiritual stones to enter, but Fellow Daoist only needs to pay one. Fellow Daoist, when you enter the city, remember that fighting and killing are not allowed within the city. Violators will be severely punished."
After speaking, the young man took out a wooden token and handed it to Meng Hao.
Meng Hao quickly expressed his gratitude, handed over a spirit stone, clasped his hands in a bow, and entered the city.
After entering the city, he still felt a pang of heartache.
Even though it was just one spirit stone, for him, it was still a fortune that he had to work hard to earn.
In his hand, he also had the bottomless spirit-devouring mirror shard; no amount of spirit stones would ever be too much for him.
"To enter a city and have it be so expensive, if this wasn't a place I absolutely had to enter, I would never have handed over that spirit stone."
Once inside the city, Meng Hao looked around.
Dusk had fallen, but the city was still bustling with people coming and going.
There were many shops on both sides of the street, all emitting a glow that immediately indicated they were extraordinary.
The people entering and exiting this place were all cultivators.
Meng Hao walked for a while without encountering a single mortal. However, most of the cultivators here had cultivation levels that stopped at Condensation, with very few having higher cultivation.
He observed for a moment. He only saw three cultivators with a cultivation level of Condensation Stage Seven, like himself. Most were cultivators at Stage Six and below.
Walking through a long, narrow street, Meng Hao entered a shop selling elixirs.
He wasn't in a hurry to buy anything; he just inquired and then left.
Time flew by, and three days passed. During these three days, Meng Hao had visited almost all the shops in this city.
Currently, he had dozens of types of elixirs in his storage bag, but he had only managed to learn about seven or eight of them.
Even so, it made him joyful and excited because each of those elixirs had considerable value.
Among them, there was one Spirit Foundation Elixir worth fifty spirit stones, an elixir that cultivators at Condensation Stage Eight could still use.
Meng Hao remembered that he currently had a total of eight of these elixirs in his pocket.
"It's a pity there are still so many types of elixirs that I don't know about."
On the third day, Meng Hao walked along the street, secretly regretting.
A moment later, he arrived at an extremely luxurious pavilion in the western part of the city.