There was only one spot to become an inner sect disciple. If he retreated, he would lose this opportunity.
He suppressed his emotions, patted his storage bag, and took out an item.
It was a feather fan, made of sixteen feathers, radiating a dazzling, multicolored light.
As soon as the fan appeared, it emitted waves of awe-inspiring power that made people dizzy.
"Brother Meng, this item is a precious treasure of mine, Lu, named the Heavenly River Fan."
"It can be controlled without cultivation, changing size at will. It can carry people for flight, unleash individual feathers to attack enemies, and also serve as a shield in front of one's body."
"It is an item that can both attack and defend. Although it is not the ultimate treasure of the sect, I, Lu, obtained it through a fortuitous encounter."
"Today, I am willing to offer it in exchange with fellow Daoist."
Lu Song's expression was extremely grim; his heart was bleeding.
To contend for the inner sect disciple spot with Tian Shuiyin, he was willing to pay any price.
Tian Shuiyin's expression changed when he saw the fan. He took two steps back, and his eyes were streaked with blood.
He knew this item was a precious treasure of his opponent. Bringing it out now showed that his opponent was truly desperate to compete with him.
At the same time, the expressions of the disciples from the Zhao Kingdom became even more agitated.
The pressure emanating from the fan shocked them, filling their hearts with endless fear.
Sun Hua's body trembled violently once more, quivering slightly, a surge of jealousy rising to his throat.
Meng Hao took a deep breath. The joy in his heart was now tinged with a hint of apprehension.
He felt that he had not only offended Old Monster Song, but now it seemed he had offended all these disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect.
Thinking this, cold sweat broke out on his back. This situation made it so that he had to make the exchange, even if he didn't want to.
The surrounding crowd saw him frown, feeling that these treasures were still not enough to exchange for the ultimate treasure.
"Brother Meng, I also have a Bug Embryo Pill here, extremely precious for cultivators at the ninth level of cultivation."
"This single pill can move all cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Condensation. Although it cannot compare to a Foundation Establishment Pill, its value is also very high."
Tian Shuiyin no longer hesitated and decisively took out a bottle containing the pill, his gaze fixed on Lu Song.
"This Azure Iron Spear..."
Meng Hao's heart was very complicated. He was about to speak when Lu Song, standing beside him, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. He raised his right hand and pulled a brocade pouch from his chest.
He flipped his hand, and from it fell a perfectly round black pill, which did not emit any spiritual energy.
Looking at Lu Song's demeanor, one could guess that this pill was definitely an extremely precious treasure to him.
"Brother Meng, this pill cannot be swallowed. It is an extremely rare Dharma Pill. After crushing it, a black scorpion containing potent venom will appear, capable of severely injuring any cultivator below the ninth level of Qi Condensation, and even capable of taking the opponent's life."
"This was bestowed by my Lu family. Today, I am also willing to offer it in exchange with you."
Lu Song's eyes were bloodshot. He did not look at Meng Hao but turned to Tian Shuiyin, determined to decide victory or defeat with his opponent.
Tian Shuiyin's expression changed drastically, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes.
A hint of killing intent appeared from within, but it was quickly withdrawn.
He slowly spoke.
"Why don't we both bring these treasures to Elder Wu and let the elder decide?"
Lu Song fell silent. He also did not wish to make a move here under the gaze of so many people.
He nodded, but his heart was filled with immense pain.
Seeing this, Tian Shuiyin finally felt at ease. Without asking Meng Hao, the two quickly approached the iron spear. At the same time, each was wary of the other, then swiftly flew towards the city gate.
The remaining disciples of the Zi Yun Sect also quickly followed, disappearing in an instant.
Judging by their direction, they were indeed heading towards that mountain.
Meng Hao's heart pounded.
He didn't hesitate at all. With a wave of his hand, he collected all the treasures, elixirs, and spirit stones into his storage bag, then turned around and flew away at his fastest speed under the burning gazes of the Zhao Kingdom disciples, especially Sun Hua. Just as Sun Hua was about to use his movement technique to pursue, he saw Meng Hao take out a treasure fan, and his speed suddenly surged.
At the same time, in the Bai Zhen Pavilion, the middle-aged man sitting on the elixir furnace opened his eyes and looked in the direction Meng Hao was leaving.
"These disciples of the Zi Yun Sect are truly foolish. Even if they haven't reached Foundation Establishment and can't see through the trick in this matter, they are still just a bunch of good-for-nothings." He spoke indifferently.
His voice reached the ears of the women who were watching, causing them to turn around in a commotion, looking at the middle-aged man with extremely puzzled expressions.
"That's just an ordinary iron spear. That junior Meng Hao also said it's just a mundane object." After the man finished speaking, his eyes closed tightly as before.