I am the last person with a conscience in the cultivation world, and all I want is to quietly work as a spiritual plant farmer. But when my senior brother stole my spirit medicine and forced me to jump off a cliff, I could only kill him in self-defense, tears in my eyes! When my fellow disciples tried to break in and extort me, I had no choice but to silence them forever! When a steward tried to search my soul and steal my treasures, intending to refine me into medicine, I had no choice but to send him into nirvana and grant him salvation! Then a Foundation Establishment elder caught me red-handed. I tightened my grip on my bloodstained hoe, ready to fight to the death. But he only smiled. "Decisive and ruthless, with an unyielding will. This girl is just like me."
"From this day on, you will be my personal disciple."
Later, I sat by the spiritual field piled high with bones, looking at the ledger of merits
