"Yes...yes, young master, these medicinal herbs are extremely rare," the Han family elder replied in a trembling voice.
"Smack—!"
Han Yijian slapped an elder across the face and roared angrily, "A bunch of good-for-nothings! You bunch of useless trash can't even handle a few medicinal herbs. What use are you to me?"
Since his trip to the ancestral land, Han Yijian's cultivation level has increased dramatically, but his temper has changed drastically. He has become irritable and easily angered, and his emotions are always on display. He is no longer the humble and gentle man he used to be.
The elders of the Han family were so frightened that they trembled and dared not utter a single word.
They dared not argue or resist, because they knew that angering Han Yijian would lead to a miserable end, even death without a burial place.
Han Yijian has killed four or five disobedient Han family experts in a month. He even killed Han family direct disciples he didn't like without hesitation, showing extreme cruelty.
This scene left the direct descendants of the Han family utterly speechless, not daring to utter a single breath.
"Each generation is worse than the last."
The woman in purple beside him glanced disdainfully at the Han family elder, sneered, and slowly uttered a sentence: "Can't even gather two spiritual herbs, how shameful!"
"You bunch of useless trash!"
Han Yijian flew into a rage: "What have I been doing raising you all for so long? You can't even get your hands on a single spiritual herb. What use are you to me?"
"Young Master, please calm down. These two medicinal herbs are extremely precious and require considerable effort to gather. Please be patient and wait a little longer," an elder of the Han family explained in a trembling voice.
“Yes, young master, these two medicinal herbs are already extremely difficult to obtain, let alone those that are over a thousand years old. They are truly rare,” another elder chimed in.
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