Half an hour later, Qin Hao, Fang Lang, and the Cloudwing Beast had swept every dish from the table. They had ordered eight servings of Sword Pool Fish alone.
Their extravagant meal drew repeated glances from the other diners.
"One serving of Sword Pool Fish costs two hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Heh, I wouldn't have dared eat like this before, but now..."
Fang Lang lowered his voice and said to Qin Hao, "This whole table costs less than two thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. That's nothing."
"It's certainly worth the price." Qin Hao smiled.
Sword Pool Fish was expensive, but as Fang Lang had said, one fish was nearly as valuable as a pill. Eating it greatly helped accumulate True Essence.
After the meal, Qin Hao felt his cultivation loosen faintly. He was on the verge of breaking through to the Late Stage of the True Martial Realm Ninth Layer.
"Let's go watch the Sword Pool Tournament." Qin Hao stood, then headed downstairs with Fang Lang. The Cloudwing Beast was already perched on his shoulder.
Central Plaza, Sword Pool City.
Crowds surged, and noise filled the air.
"I surrender!"
"Go back and practice your sword art for a few more years!"
"Trash! I can beat you in three strikes..."
Fierce battles raged across all three Arenas.
In just a short while, someone had already been defeated and kicked off an Arena.
A wave of murmurs rose from the crowd below the Arena.
"I'll give it a try."
Qin Hao spoke quietly to Fang Lang and the Cloudwing Beast. With a soft chirp, the beast leaped onto Fang Lang's shoulder.
"Here I go."
Qin Hao sprang up and dashed toward an Arena.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
From two other directions, two young men seized the same chance and rushed toward the Arena.