“You…” Wuxing glared at him resentfully, then had no choice but to give up. “I’m not afraid of her! Let me see what you’ve written!”
He initially set his sights on the Spirit Snow Rabbit. If a True Immortal wanted to refine pills or collect rare flowers and herbs, a single one could be worth the value of an entire sect.
Spirit stones are a good thing, but the minerals that grow from them will eventually be exhausted.
Everything will perish, but monsters are different.
A race can thrive indefinitely, given a safe and stable environment and sufficient resources, and may even outlive the gods.
As long as there are fools in the immortal realm who believe in the power of their scales and regard their skin, armor, bones, and blood as precious treasures, then they will have an inexhaustible source of resources.
It's like people raising chickens.
Other animals may go extinct, but chickens will forever remain bound to mortals.
After asking about all the plans, Xiao Jia suddenly felt disheartened.
"What do you want to do after you earn spirit stones? Eat, drink, and have fun?"
"Of course, it's to show respect to my master."
"No way, no way." Xiao Jia couldn't help but mimic the headmistress's tone, saying sarcastically, "You've worked hard for hundreds of years, and all you get is to be a wage earner, giving everything to your master?"
Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped across the face.
The pain was so bad that his front teeth loosened.
"Do you know who my master is?" Wuxing's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't know, you are not allowed to blaspheme against him!"
Xiao Jia looked up, feeling he had finally gotten to the heart of the matter: "My teacher is the Water God. Could your master be more powerful than my teacher?"
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