The Path of Immortality: Starts With Creating Water Bear Gu

Upon hearing Miao Dongdong’s words, everyone couldn’t help but roll their eyes. They silently cursed in their hearts, thinking, "Isn’t this too cunning? Is it really okay to deceive a rabbit like this?"

But don’t think that Spirit Surge Grass is just a low-tier spiritual herb; it’s not cheap at all. Spirit Surge Grass has a 20% chance of helping someone break through their cultivation, so its value cannot be measured as a low-tier spiritual herb. In fact, saying that Spirit Surge Grass is more valuable than an ordinary fourth-grade spiritual herb is not an exaggeration.

If Miao Dongdong could trade one high-grade spiritual herb for a thousand blades of grass, which the rabbit sees as weeds, he would make a killing, and everyone would be envious.

Fortunately, this rabbit, despite its dumb and cute appearance, isn’t completely foolish.

The fact that people were willing to risk their lives repeatedly to obtain these "weeds" shows just how valuable they are in human eyes.

If the rabbit couldn’t figure out that the grass it sees as weeds is actually important to humans, it would indeed be stupid.

So, the rabbit shook its head, stretched out one finger with its left paw, and one finger with its right paw. Everyone understood what this meant—it was clearly insisting on a one-to-one exchange.

Miao Dongdong’s face darkened, and he said in an unpleasant tone, "Are you kidding me? All the plants in your garden are weeds, and you want to trade one-for-one with me? Isn’t that too greedy? You should be more reasonable..."

Miao Dongdong tried to continue deceiving the rabbit, but the rabbit was clearly sharp and wasn’t falling for his tricks.

Even after Miao Dongdong argued until his mouth was dry, the rabbit still insisted on the one-for-one trade, refusing to budge.

Left with no choice, Miao Dongdong had to compromise.

"You sly merchant! Fine, I’ll take the loss and trade one-for-one with you. Consider it making a friend."

With that, Miao Dongdong decided not to waste any more time and tossed over a storage bag full of spiritual herbs.

Despite the grim look on his face, he was secretly pleased. Trading high-grade spiritual herbs one-for-one with Spirit Surge Grass was still a huge profit for him.

The value and rarity of spiritual herbs generally correspond to their grade, but this is not always absolute. A single Spirit Surge Grass could potentially help a family produce a new expert in the Marrow Cleansing Stage, while a fourth-grade spiritual herb is merely a material for alchemy, which could very likely be wasted. There’s no doubt which is more valuable.

The Miao family is most skilled at cultivating spiritual herbs, and that storage bag contained ten thousand spiritual herbs of third-grade or higher.

This dumb rabbit didn’t know the market value; if it really traded one-for-one, how many new Marrow Cleansing Stage experts would his family gain? They could easily dominate the Far West!

As Miao Dongdong was dreaming about the future, his face lit up with anticipation.

But his expression quickly froze, and his face darkened again.

The darn rabbit was being too picky, throwing away most of the spiritual herbs like they were trash, looking utterly disdainful.

Those were ten thousand high-grade spiritual herbs, yet it only kept two hundred.

"Damn it! Those are fourth-grade spiritual herbs! Do you even know their value?"

Miao Dongdong was heartbroken and quickly had his subordinates pick up the discarded herbs, dust them off, and put them into another storage bag.

At that moment, he felt like killing the rabbit.

He had to admit that the rabbit had a sharp eye; the two hundred spiritual herbs it chose were the most valuable ones in the storage bag.

This rabbit was indeed extremely picky. After all, it saw Spirit Surge Grass as nothing but weeds, so it’s no surprise that it considered most of Miao Dongdong’s herbs as garbage.

The onlookers exchanged glances—this rabbit was just too choosy. It was going to be tough to satisfy it. While high-grade spiritual herbs are obtainable, finding ones that meet its standards would be extremely difficult.

The rabbit happily left with its two hundred high-tier spiritual herbs, but then it suddenly turned back, casually pulled out two hundred blades of grass, and tossed them at Miao Dongdong’s face.

It seemed to be a rabbit of its word.

Everyone’s breath quickened at the sight—those were two hundred blades of Spirit Surge Grass!

What did two hundred blades of Spirit Surge Grass mean? Each of the Seven Great Families of the Far West only had about a hundred Marrow Cleansing Stage Gu practitioners. Two hundred blades of Spirit Surge Grass could create how many new experts for a family?

One could easily imagine the value of these Spirit Surge Grass blades. This immense wealth would make anyone jealous.

If Miao Dongdong brought these two hundred blades of Spirit Surge Grass back to his family, the Miao family’s strength would soar.

The expression on the Gu King’s clone from the Gu clan turned grim. Two hundred blades of Spirit Surge Grass could give his family several more Marrow Cleansing Stage Gu practitioners, significantly boosting their strength in a short time. The temptation was too great—how could he not be tempted?

At that moment, no one noticed his expression; they were all rushing over, offering all their treasures to trade with the rabbit.

While they didn’t have high-grade spiritual herbs prepared, they had other treasures that the rabbit might find useful, like alchemy furnaces, alchemical books, and spiritual pills...

The rabbit was a spiritual herb transformed into an animal, so it would surely like spiritual water and spiritual soil.

There were plenty of things to tempt it with—they just didn’t believe the rabbit wouldn’t take the bait.

So, from time to time, people would throw treasures into the herb garden, eagerly watching the rabbit.

The rabbit’s eyes lit up at the sight of the treasures, and it began to pick and choose with a discerning eye, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the options.

But if it found something it liked, it would throw out a blade of grass as a trade, always true to its word.

However, it would only throw out one blade of grass for each treasure, never two.

It had become cunning, realizing that it didn’t understand the value of human treasures, so it simply set a uniform price—all treasures for one blade of grass.

If you wanted to trade, fine; if not, that was fine too. It refused to negotiate.

Long Xuan was now interested as well. He checked his storage bag.

To be honest, he had no shortage of fourth-grade spiritual herbs—his herb garden was filled with them, including many rare ones.

He especially loved growing flowers and trees.

Though spirit trees are considered spiritual herbs, their value is not equivalent to a single blade of grass. The exchange rate was more like a single fruit or a few leaves for one blade of grass or flower. So, although his herb garden wasn’t large, it was incredibly rich.

But unfortunately, he didn’t have the foresight to predict what would happen in the tomb, so he didn’t bring a lot of high-grade spiritual herbs with him. At this moment, he didn’t even have a single fourth-grade spiritual herb on hand.

Moreover, most of his treasures were with his main body, so after searching his storage bag for a long time, he didn’t find anything valuable.

Finally, he found a carrot, and his eyes lit up.

He had planted a large vegetable garden, and carrots were just one of the crops. He hadn’t expected to find a carrot in his storage bag—aren’t carrots a rabbit’s favorite?

Without hesitation, he tossed the carrot into the herb garden, accurately landing it next to the rabbit.

The rabbit, hearing the commotion, picked up the carrot and sniffed it, showing a look of disdain before tossing it back at Long Xuan’s face.

It turned out to be a first-grade spiritual herb. Among all the people present, he was the stingiest and deserved a beating!

Long Xuan caught the falling carrot, his expression puzzled. "Aren’t carrots a rabbit’s favorite? What’s wrong here?"

Meanwhile, the others were trading with the rabbit enthusiastically, many of them reaping great rewards, smiling with joy.

Especially an old man who happened to carry a lot of alchemy books and recipes. Since the rabbit’s rule was one blade of grass for any treasure, he had made an incredible profit.

By getting rid of his useless books, he had exchanged them for seventy blades of Spirit Surge Grass, and he was grinning from ear to ear.

But his gains inevitably attracted greedy gazes, including one from the Gu King’s clone from the Gu clan.

At this moment, Long Xuan finally stopped paying attention to the ungrateful rabbit. His peripheral vision caught sight of the two Gu Kings, and his heart sank.

Don’t tell him that the Gu Kings were poor and didn’t have treasures to satisfy the rabbit—he would never believe that.

They had plenty of treasures in their storage bags, yet they didn’t come to trade with the rabbit. So what were they planning?

Don’t try to tell him that the two Gu Kings weren’t interested in Spirit Surge Grass. If they weren’t, they wouldn’t have chosen to come to this herb garden.

There was definitely a conspiracy, a big one.

Were they planning to kill everyone here and take all the Spirit Surge Grass for themselves?

Long Xuan suddenly felt a chill down his spine as the thought crossed his mind.

When someone is strong enough to easily kill everyone and everyone has treasures that could tempt them, how likely the possibility is it that they would start a massacre?

Long Xuan’s answer was 90%.