Bao Sanping, still wearing a faintly regretful expression, slipped quietly into the barracks. Inside were a dozen or so Qi Cultivation Cultivators, all belonging to the same squad. There was no fighting at the moment, and with the barracks being several dozen li from the front lines, things were relatively stable.
"Sanping, I've got a Treasure-Hunting Mouse. Want to see?"
The speaker was a Cultivator around Bao Sanping's age. He pulled Bao Sanping over conspiratorially, clearly eager to show off his newly acquired Spirit Beast.
Bao Sanping's interest was piqued. The moment he nodded, the man pulled out a grimy, dark-furred rat and held it out in front of him.
Seeing the large rat, Bao Sanping couldn't help but laugh.
"This isn't a Treasure-Hunting Mouse. It's obviously just a mutated rat that's absorbed the blood and qi of some living creatures. It doesn't even qualify as the lowest-grade Spirit Beast. Where on earth did you find it?"
