Harvesting Seeds

"Daoist Lu, why do you say that?"

"This Sixth Grade Spirit Seed is extremely rare. There is indeed only this one."

The lean, clear-featured old man let out a silent breath, his expression calm as he transmitted to Lu Xuan.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, that is not very frank of you."

Lu Xuan sighed.

"How did Daoist Lu determine that there is another Sixth Grade Spirit Seed from the same source?"

Bai Yushan lowered his eyes. After a long while, he asked Lu Xuan, and from his tone, what Lu Xuan had said was completely correct.

"I have immersed myself in the Spirit Plant Dao for decades, read all kinds of spirit plant classics, and cultivated countless spirit plants. Naturally, I understand similar situations."

"Though spirit seeds from the same source yet not entirely identical are rare, they do exist. I myself have planted more than one kind."

Lu Xuan thought of the Saint Infant Fruit and those eighteen Thousand Tendril Hands.

"Also, to be honest with Fellow Daoist Bai, my talent with spirit plants is still quite decent. I have an extremely strong affinity with the nature of all kinds of spirit plants. From that Sixth Grade Spirit Seed of yours, I sensed that its vitality was not rounded and harmonious enough, as though something was missing, and so I made a guess."

"Judging from your reaction, Clan Leader Bai, Lu should have guessed correctly."

Lu Xuan casually spun a line of nonsense.

The lean, clear-featured old man fell silent. He had not expected this Guest Elder of the Sea Pavilion Merchant Guild before him to actually be bluffing him.

"Fellow Daoist Bai, why not add that other Sixth Grade Spirit Seed and exchange them for this Red Dust Tablet Treasure of mine?"

"A Sixth Grade Spirit Seed is extremely