Chen Shi'an grew even more puzzled. "From what you just said, your Liu family certainly wasn't some humble household.
"Your parents left you ten Marrow-Washing Pills. Didn't they leave you any cultivation arts?"
Liu Qingyi sighed softly. "What I practice is our Liu family's cultivation art. It's just that my constitution is somewhat unusual and doesn't suit our hereditary art, so my progress has been slow."
"An unusual constitution?"
A puzzled look appeared on Chen Shi'an's face.
Liu Qingyi hesitated briefly. "I have a fire crow body and need to practice a fire-attribute cultivation art.
"If I could practice a fire-attribute art, my cultivation would advance a thousand miles a day.
"But when I practice other arts, my progress is extremely slow.
"In Northern Liang, finding a fire-attribute cultivation art wouldn't be difficult, but here in the Desolate Ruins, it's harder than hard.
"I've been searching for such an art all these years, but I've found nothing."
Chen Shi'an had also heard of special constitutions. Those who possessed them were exceptionally gifted, blessed with unique advantages in cultivation.
People with special constitutions often achieved far more in the Martial Dao than others.
He had never imagined that an unintentional act would bring him a servant with a special constitution.
At the same time, he immediately thought of the Mad Flame Saber Technique.
That art should fall within the fire attribute.
However, its flaws were obvious. Having Liu Qingyi practice it would do more harm than good.
Thus, he abandoned the idea of teaching Liu Qingyi the Mad Flame Saber Technique.
"So that's how it is."
Chen Shi'an nodded lightly. "If I get the chance in the future, I'll find you a fire-attribute cultivation art."
"Thank you, Master." Liu Qingyi lowered her head and cupped her hands toward Chen Shi'an again.