Zhao Wenbin successfully exchanged for several materials and returned to his seat. One after another, people stepped forward to make exchanges. The items they brought out were quite good, but what they wanted in return was equally uncommon. Most exchanges fell through, which was perfectly normal—the Exchange Gathering was a matter of mutual willingness.
After seeing so many items, there were very few that tempted Wang Qingshan. He could not provide what the others wanted in exchange, so naturally, no deals were made.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a tall, handsome Blue-robed Scholar walked up to the round table. An Azure Flying Sword was strapped to his back, and his face brimmed with confidence.
Liu Yunyang, Chongyang Academy's senior disciple, Core Formation Eighth Layer.
With a flick of his sleeve, a pile of items appeared on the table.
"I'm exchanging these for high-aged Spirit Bamboo. Don't bring out anything less than six hundred years old. And there's no need to show me ordinary Spirit Bamboo either."
Liu Yunyang's tone was calm, neither warm nor cold.
"Fellow Daoist Liu, you're only seeking Spirit Bamboo? Don't you want talismans or pills?"
"A sword is enough. I have no need for anything else."
From his words, he seemed to be a sword fanatic, with nothing but flying swords in his eyes.
Wang Qingshan was also a Sword Cultivator, but his views differed from Liu Yunyang's. Everything had its advantages and disadvantages. Sword Cultivators possessed fierce offensive power, but defense was also indispensable.
Wang Qingshan rose to his feet and walked over to Liu Yunyang. His gaze fell upon an Azure Porcelain Bottle as he asked, "Fellow Daoist Liu, what pills are inside?"
"Dragon Transformation Pills. There are three. They were refined from the Inner Core of a