In the following moments, these items each had unique purposes, capturing the interest of several people within the hall, who eagerly offered their black domain necessities in exchange. Then, successively, several standout treasures were unveiled by the golden-faced individuals. Each of these was a renowned extraordinary artifact, with powers no less than those of the Qi Tian Lou and the ancient banner previously presented. Some excelled in defense, others in offense, and for individuals, their practical value surpassed that of the earlier items—making them truly excellent pathways to enhancing personal strength. Thus, the competition for these treasures became even fiercer and more intense. The final piece, the "Yi Hai Fan," ranked among the top on the Chaotic Ten-Thousand Immortals List, capable of shifting mountains and seas, blocking the sky and day—its power was so immense it was hard to imagine. As a result, twenty-some lesser-known cultivators piled up various materials and fiercely competed for this precious item, each willing to sacrifice greatly. Ultimately, the Golden-faced one selected the cultivator who had contributed the most materials and asked him to add several other remarkable treasures before finally settling on the Sea-Transferring Fan. Han Li naturally also took immediate notice of this fan, though he regretted that the items required for the exchange were not rare medicinal herbs, but rather some rumored precious crystals—something he simply did not possess. After completing the exchange for the Sea-Transferring Fan, the Black Domain successfully traded away all the items prepared for this gathering, with not a single item crafted from spiritual stones remaining. This clearly demonstrated the domain's thorough preparation and keen understanding of what the attendees truly desired. "Our domain has laid the foundation with modest offerings and has now exchanged all items we wished to trade. Now, it is up to each of you to take the stage and freely engage in exchanges. Should any outstanding treasures come to our attention, we kindly invite you to prioritize offering them to us." As for the rules, they remain unchanged—no more than three guests will take the stage at a time to showcase their exchanged items. The exchange conditions for the items are entirely negotiated among the guests themselves; the domain will intervene in no way. Very well, I hereby announce: the free exchange begins! Clearly, the harvest from earlier has left the golden-faced man highly satisfied. After a brief speech, he promptly declared the start of the free exchange. "Heh, since you've said so, then I shall begin right away." As soon as the golden-faced man finished speaking, a deep, resonant voice suddenly rose, followed by a surge of dark light shooting forth from one of the floating pavilions. After a few flickers, it appeared mysteriously on the elevated platform within the light dome. There stood a gray-robed figure, completely enveloped in strands of eerie black light! "Hmph, you're quite eager!" "Then, I too would like to secure the first move!" ...Almost simultaneously, several other beams of light also shot out from the pavilions of other guests. However, upon seeing others vying for position, two of them suddenly emitted a brilliant flash of light, vanishing in an instant as if teleporting, only to reappear moments later within the luminous dome. A slender figure, enveloped in a five-colored aura, materialized—turning out to be a female cultivator. The second beam of light, however, emitted a sharp crackling sound from within the body, briefly blurred before suddenly accelerating significantly and reaching the stone platform ahead of everyone else. Upon recognizing this third figure, Han Li couldn't help but draw a faint muscle at his mouth, his expression filled with astonishment. This third person was remarkably unusual in form—regardless of whether lying horizontally or vertically, their body stretched nearly a zhang in length, resembling a massive, round mass of flesh resting there. On top of this flesh sphere, a typical male head was perched, yet it bore an expression of deep distress, completely exposed and unshielded. As for the others, whose light trails arrived slightly later, they were instantly repelled upon first contact with the white dome, bouncing off with a series of sharp "pings" and failing to enter. "Several of you, please return now. We'll have you on stage in the next round, no doubt." The man with the golden face bowed politely to the several figures outside. But this still wasn't the most bothersome. What truly frustrated him was that, no matter which exchange gathering he attended, people would immediately recognize his build—no matter how much he used spells to conceal his natural form, it remained unmistakable. "Ah," the round-bodied figure sighed, as if his growing concern deepened. "Indeed, Brother Zhi's cultivated internal energy technique has long been renowned among noble families. Though it cannot allow him to freely transform his body shape, its sheer power has long been admired and envied by countless others. This minor flaw, then, is truly nothing." The round-bodied figure clearly held significant standing, and the golden-faced man treated him with exceptional courtesy. "Heh, though I know your words are merely comforting, I still find them pleasant to hear. I hope this time, I can truly make meaningful gains." Yet the round-bodied figure remained listless. Upon hearing this, the golden-faced man smiled gently and stepped back several paces, settling at one corner of the golden energy array, where he said nothing further. "Since Brother Zhu has also ascended the platform, please allow Brother Zhu to present his offering first." The gray-robed figure clearly held the same deep apprehension for the "ball of flesh," and after a subtle glance, bowed respectfully. The female cultivator, enveloped in a shimmering five-color aura, though silent, gently nodded in agreement. "Given that both of you have been so humble, I shall not hesitate," said Zhu, his eyes narrowing with calm acceptance. Suddenly, he struck his round, full abdomen with a firm palm, then opened his mouth and expelled a cluster of brilliant, translucent white vials, which he immediately grasped in his hands. "Three clusters of Golden Crane True Fire! In exchange, only two rare herbs—Jin Gu Chi and Cuo Mai Cao—over ten thousand years old! Each plant yields only one cluster!" He announced loudly to the gathered audience. "Golden Crane True Fire—truly? It's astonishing to receive such a genuine, celestial flame." "Since it's coming from him, it's likely authentic. Yet, he truly is willing to part with such a valuable offering." "...A soft murmur suddenly rose in the air. Han Li was startled, then ran a hand over his chin, his expression thoughtful. His Shenglin True Fire had initially absorbed a faint strand of this kind of True Fire from an immortal bird during his journey through the Magu Mountain Range, significantly enhancing its power. If this immortal cultivator actually possessed such True Fire—especially if he had no less than three strands—then it would surely elevate Han Li's Shenglin True Fire to an even greater level. Unfortunately, however, the other party was firm in their demands, and the medicinal herbs they wished to trade were not among Han Li's own possessions, leaving him somewhat frustrated. At that moment, the meat-like sphere carefully lifted the bottle's cap and then gently pressed the palm of one hand against the bottle's base. With a soft 'puff', 'puff', 'puff', three white, glowing flames burst forth from the bottle, swiftly transforming into three white fire cranes that circled and danced gracefully before the sphere. These three fire cranes were entirely snow-white, yet as they danced and spiraled through the air, faint silver runes rolled and emerged subtly along their bodies. The intense, scorching heat flooded the entire light dome, causing the white light dome itself to glow with a milky hue and tremble gently. "Indeed, it's the True Fire of the Golden Sun!" "If a cultivator who practices fire-based techniques absorbs this fire, they will reap boundless benefits." A murmur of admiration and longing rippled through the crowd, with countless eyes now fixed upon the three white fire cranes. Though their spiritual awareness was limited, each attendee at the exchange fair was exceptionally perceptive—so far apart they were, yet all could judge the True Fire of the Golden Sun with remarkable accuracy. "Hmm, so it's merely a diluted version of the Golden Sun's True Fire!" Upon clearly observing the true nature of the Golden Sun's True Fire within the three white fire cranes, Han Li's blue glow flashed in his eyes, and he murmured with a touch of surprise. The words were nearly inaudible, barely heard even by the eleventh black-silk maid standing just a few feet away. However, the slight unease in Han Li's expression vanished considerably, and he now coldly observed everything on the stone platform. At that moment, the gray-robed figure also produced a lotus-shaped trinket of three-color ice-type magic, claiming it could simultaneously emit three blasts of extreme cold flame, which, when combined with a practitioner of an ice-based cultivation technique, would be immensely powerful—though he specified that it would only be exchanged for a fire-type rare artifact of opposite nature. The unnamed female cultivator among the five-colored light radiance was the last to present her exchanged item: a spherical object the size of a human head, resembling a blood-red egg, which was the ovum of the blood-flame eagle—a fierce, wild ancient beast renowned for its aggressive nature. When mature, the blood-flame eagle spreads its wings to span over ten zhang in length and is particularly skilled in a rare blood-type ability. Depending on its innate talent, it could ultimately achieve a power level capable of matching even the Lingxu or Hétǐ initial stages. The female cultivator claimed that the beast's egg was obtained from the nest of blood-flame eagles who had reached the combined-phase divine abilities, and thus specifically requested to exchange it for a spiritual treasure-level artifact. This naturally piqued the interest of several cultivators practicing ice-based techniques and skilled in summoning spiritual beasts. Within a short while, some began offering their own treasures in exchange for the two items. However, the meat ball's request for the two items—clearly exceedingly rare—remained unmet. Though many were interested in the Golden Sun's true fire, no one had yet managed to present the required medicinal herbs to trade for it. As the gray-robed cultivator and the female cultivator successfully exchanged their possessions, the meat ball's growing sense of worry deepened. After a little while, with still no one stepping forward to exchange with him, the meat ball sighed, gathered his three white fire cranes before him, and instantly flew out of the light dome, returning to his own stone pavilion on his own. He had thus abandoned the exchange altogether. This naturally caused a wave of excitement and commotion among the others. However, shortly thereafter, three others swiftly reached the stone platform and began the next round of free exchanges.