Pregnancy Gaze definitely couldn't be considered a "treasure."
So Song Shuhang immediately thought of the Confucian Sage's Eye. Could this Carefree Loose Immortal have some connection to the Confucian School—or rather, to the Confucian Sage?
At the same time, several plotlines involving "digging out eyes and snatching pupils" instantly surfaced in Song Shuhang's mind.
"Let's not talk about that yet. The second prize is starting. Hurry up and show off what we've got." Mad Saber Three Waves reminded them, "I have a few good ideas. We can all line up into a string of sixes. It'd definitely be eye-catching."
Beside him, Su Clan's Seven quietly glanced at Three Waves, then squatted back down and gently stroked her beloved saber, her fingers lightly rubbing its blade.
"Actually, shouting '666' and buttering people up probably won't be very useful at this point," Soft Feather said.
Senior Copper Trigram and Three Waves had already used those two methods before. In fact, even more clever tricks that everyone could think of had all been used during the fight for the third prize.
"But shouting is still better than not shouting, right?" Mad Saber Three Waves said.
The second prize consisted of treasures from the sixth to seventh levels. Even someone as wealthy as Senior Yellow Mountain couldn't afford to take such a batch of treasures lightly.
"Use whatever methods you all have, it's worth fighting for," Sage Seven Cultivations said.
He was worried that the fellow Daoists in the group couldn't bring themselves to let go of their dignity, so he deliberately said this, giving them a way out. Since he had spoken as a great senior, the fellow Daoists in the group could use all kinds of methods without restraint.
Venerable Yellow Mountain reminded them, "Oh, right. Fellow Daoist Creation, sit down."
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