"Fine... we had the cultivation technique, but Inheritance Disciples... became another problem. Shang Hua Ming is but a small, minor sect. Without absolute strength, we cannot compare to the great sects or compete with them for disciples. Compared with other insignificant little sects, Shang Hua Ming not only has stricter standards in selecting disciples, but also lacks spiritual herbs and pills when it comes to... treating its disciples. In this regard, compared to the Myriad Poisons Sect's deep pockets and multitude of disciples, Shang Hua Ming truly falls short!"
Then, after glancing at Gong Mingwei and the other two, then at Xiao Hua, he said kindly, "Though Huanghua Ridge is a spiritual vein, compared with a true Blessed Land, the difference is far too great. All these years, your master has devoted himself to growing spiritual herbs and refining pills, yet... before picking up Xiao Hua... I never achieved much. After Xiao Hua came, he took special care of the herb garden, giving your master the leisure to focus on researching pills. That brought some gains, but if you expect me to produce Qi Nurturing Pills like the Myriad Poisons Sect does, to raise your magical power and cultivation realm, then I am still unequal to the task!"
"This disciple... has failed you..." Gong Mingwei and Zhang Qingxiao were both ashamed. Xiao Yuehong had also had them tend the herb garden before, but... they cared only for cultivating their mental techniques and paid no mind to anything else. Naturally, they made a complete mess of it, and in the end Xiao Yuehong had to do it himself.
"There is nothing wrong with focusing on cultivating mental techniques. Everyone has their own fate. Even if Xiao Hua were made to cultivate a mental technique... he could not cultivate it. He is