However, when she asked for ten-thousand-year-old Root-Reforming Grass, Tan Qingshan, who had always indulged her every whim, refused. He even gave her a rare scolding, berating her for not knowing what was good for her.
For this thousand-year-old stalk of Root-Reforming Grass, he had already offered up the Portable Medicinal Garden he had treasured for years, yet this unfilial daughter still was not satisfied.
Rather than reflect on herself after being scolded, Tan Jing blamed everything on Tan Qingshan, feeling that he had failed to pass down good cultivation aptitude to her.
If she had been born with a Spiritual Root, she would never have needed Root-Reforming Grass. In a fit of anger, she issued a mission herself in the name of the Peak Master of Spirit Medicine Peak, but she was exceedingly stingy with the reward, offering only one high-grade defensive robe and any two thousand-year-old spirit medicines.
As a result, everyone who saw the mission thought she was joking. Only a fool would agree to make that trade for such a reward.
Xue Fuyao looked through the missions but found none that interested her, leaving her somewhat disappointed. Just as she was about to turn and leave, she suddenly heard two people discussing something in low voices.
Almost instinctively, Xue Fuyao stopped in her tracks. Instead, she discreetly approached the side room where the two were, hoping to hear more clearly.
Pretending to read the missions on the Jade Wall, Xue Fuyao stopped a single step away from the two.
Since she was not the only person around, she did not arouse their suspicions.
"Those two really had it rough. I heard that to stop the poison from spreading, one chopped off her poisoned arm outright, and the other sliced off half her face."
"Really? Senior Sister Qinxuan