After exchanging for a battlefield marking from Ten Thousand Demons Ridge, Lu Ye's camp affiliation did not change, and he quickly arrived at the first stone platform, raising his hand to press down on it.
He had spent quite some time inside the Hall of Battle Merits, and he no longer wanted to continue looking. The many treasures were indeed tempting, making it hard to resist the urge to exchange for several kinds.
However, what he most urgently needed now was to swiftly enhance his own cultivation.
Even if he exchanged for these treasures, they couldn't become part of his own foundation; at most, they were external forces. He naturally understood what was more important.
Soon, a gold-hued spirit fortune stick was taken out by him, with fourteen thousand five hundred and eighty battle merits deducted from his account.
But after he took out that gold-hued spirit fortune stick, another one appeared on the stone platform out of thin air.
This was as he had expected.
