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"Alright! The path is yours to walk. I hope you won\'t regret your decision."

After saying this, Long Ziyan finally turned around and left, with Long Yan and the others hurrying to follow, showing no reluctance to leave.

Long Xuan glanced at their departing figures before focusing his attention on the rabbit, which was acting cute.

He wondered what kind of pill this rabbit could refine. If it used a spirit herb that had become a spirit itself, the pill should be extraordinary. Perhaps he should catch it.

Long Xuan\'s expression turned thoughtful.

As he was lost in thought, others had already started to venture into the herb garden to gather herbs.

Without exception, the first to enter were Gu cultivators with little remaining lifespan. Their faces were aged, and they exuded an aura of death.

Since they didn\'t have much time left to live, they naturally chose to take a gamble.

Among them were a few Long Clan Gu cultivators with less than a year left to live, who also charged in at this moment.

In their minds, the Feng Clan Gu cultivators on the other side were attracting all the danger, so all the terrifying things should have been drawn over there. It was a rare opportunity, and they didn\'t want to miss it.

So they acted decisively, gritted their teeth, and chose to enter the herb garden from the side farthest from the Feng Clan Gu cultivators.

The idea wasn\'t wrong, but reality was cruel, and things didn\'t go as they imagined.

How could such a simple strategy like luring the tiger away from the mountain work here? If it did, then collecting the Spirit Surge Grass would have been an easy task, and it wouldn\'t have kept various clans at bay for so many years.

The Dream Butterfly Gu on this side clearly wasn\'t distracted by the commotion over there and remained dutifully guarding its post.

As a result, a large number of the elderly Gu cultivators who entered from this side were instantly killed.

Their deaths were similar to those of the villagers on the other side—heads flying off with eyes filled with disbelief, dying with unfulfilled regrets.

Even in death, they didn\'t know how they had died, as they hadn\'t seen anything.

However, a few lucky ones managed to successfully pluck a stalk of Spirit Surge Grass during a moment when the Dream Butterfly Gu was busy slaughtering others.

They didn\'t get greedy. After successfully obtaining the herb, they turned and ran.

Their decision was the right one. They struck once and fled, leaving the approaching Dream Butterfly Gu with nothing but empty air.

By the time the Gu attempted to pursue, those old fellows had already escaped beyond the herb garden\'s boundaries, forcing the Gu to cease their chase.

But one old man was greedy. He thought one stalk of Spirit Surge Grass wasn\'t enough, so he decided to pluck another. He resolved that this would be the last one—after this, he would run and never look back.

However, his greed ultimately slowed him down, and the approaching Dream Butterfly Gu tore off his head. Even in death, his eyes reflected deep regret.

This scene once again deterred many who were thinking of entering the herb garden.

Though some had just succeeded, most had not, and the odds of survival seemed exceedingly slim.

The rabbit tilted its head, staring at the scene in bewilderment.

It was very confused. Why were these humans desperately rushing in to snatch those weeds? Had they all gone mad? It was too strange, completely incomprehensible.

Meanwhile, the elderly cultivators who had successfully obtained the Spirit Surge Grass were on the verge of tears of joy, overwhelmed with excitement.

They knew when to stop. After storing the Spirit Surge Grass in their storage bags, they immediately left without lingering.

Everyone watched enviously, but in the end, no one followed to kill and steal the treasures.

Those who had succeeded were the peak-level Spirit Gathering Gu cultivators, the highest-ranking in the area. Being older, their Gu insects were also the most mature, making them difficult to deal with.

Without absolute confidence, most people would not choose to risk their lives to kill and steal treasures.

Moreover, there were many witnesses, including members of their own clans, making it inappropriate to act rashly.

This was the first group to venture into the garden for herbs, and soon, the second group of adventurers made their move.

The second group consisted of three people, led by a young man dressed in green. Based on his attire and the hat he wore, it was clear that he belonged to the Miao Clan, one of the seven major clans.

The young man had a haughty expression, looking down on others with disdain as he led his two followers toward the medicine garden.

Judging by his demeanor, Long Xuan could tell that he had an extraordinary background, either from a powerful lineage or as a super-genius of his clan.

Lacking detailed information, Long Xuan wasn\'t aware of the top geniuses from the various clans, but from the conversations around him, he understood the young man\'s identity.

The young man was named Miao Dongdong, the Miao Clan\'s top genius, and the only direct grandson of the Miao Clan\'s patriarch. He was a favored child of the heavens, possessing both talent and a powerful background—definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Long Xuan sighed. No wonder he was so arrogant, looking down on others with his nose in the air—he indeed had the right to be proud.

As the Miao Clan\'s top genius, obtaining resources to break through was not difficult, so there was no need for him to risk coming here.

His daring presence in the garden indicated that he had a way to deal with the Dream Butterfly Gu and was confident that he wouldn\'t encounter danger; otherwise, he would never risk his life.

Long Xuan couldn\'t help but be curious about how this young man could survive the Dream Butterfly Gu. His curiosity was genuinely piqued.

However, Miao Dongdong didn\'t enter the garden. He stopped at its edge, then turned to give the crowd a contemptuous look before taking out a handful of high-grade spirit herbs from his storage bag and waving them toward the rabbit.

"Aren\'t you fond of alchemy? You\'re out of materials now, aren\'t you? Must be itching to get back to it!"

"My Miao Clan specializes in cultivating spirit herbs, and I have plenty of high-grade ones here. If you want them, just throw me the weeds on the ground. We\'ll trade herbs for grass!"

With that, he turned back to the crowd, his eyes filled with mockery. These people, what were they thinking?

Everyone was stunned.

This was an option?

Was this even possible?

Indeed! The rabbit could be used. Why hadn\'t anyone thought of this?

Everyone\'s eyes lit up, unable to contain their excitement as they clapped their hands, delighted beyond measure.

Who didn\'t have a few high-grade spirit herbs? If the rabbit really agreed to trade, wouldn\'t it be easy to exchange for a few stalks of Spirit Surge Grass?

Excitement spread through the crowd, but they were soon doused with a cold reality—none of them had thought to bring high-grade spirit herbs, so they were unprepared.

Who would carry a bunch of high-grade spirit herbs around for no reason? Especially on such a perilous journey, where survival was uncertain—they wouldn\'t dare carry such valuable herbs with them. Now, they were filled with regret.

If only they had known it would be this simple, there would have been no need to risk their lives.

Those old men who died earlier—how unfortunate for them! If they knew in the afterlife that Spirit Surge Grass could be obtained so easily, would they die of anger all over again?

Everyone couldn\'t help but feel this way as they looked at the headless corpses in the herb garden.

In any case, the rabbit loved alchemy and would surely agree to the trade.

As expected, the rabbit, seeing someone waving a handful of high-grade spirit herbs to tempt it, immediately stood up, overjoyed, and hopped toward them.

At this point, everyone\'s attention was focused on this scene, watching anxiously.

Meanwhile, the Feng Clan Gu cultivators had finished evacuating all the villagers. The Feng Clan Gu King, seeing this, then looked at the mere dozen or so Spirit Surge Grass in his hand and turned livid.

Earlier, he had been smug, but now, looking at the few Spirit Surge Grass in his hand, he felt they were far less valuable.

If it were so easy to get Spirit Surge Grass, then what was the point of the sacrifices his side made? Did his people die in vain?

He suddenly felt his intelligence had been insulted. Clenching his fists, he led the Feng Clan Gu cultivators toward the scene, full of rage.

Long Xuan watched quietly, unsure whether to praise Miao Dongdong for his cleverness or criticize him for his stupidity.

A bit clever, but not much.

Couldn\'t he have waited until everyone had left before pulling this stunt? There were two Gu Kings here—he\'d be in tears soon. Long Xuan silently lamented for Miao Dongdong.

At this moment, Miao Dongdong was still basking in his pride. He loved the feeling of outsmarting others, and seeing the changes in their expressions gave him immense satisfaction, making him suppress the urge to laugh.

"Rabbit! Your garden is full of worthless weeds. I\'m feeling generous because you are cute, so how about a trade—one thousand weeds for one high-grade spirit herb? You\'re making a lot of money here."

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