When Evan Yang arrived at Logan Luo's place, he saw Logan glaring at him and snorting, "What? Don't think just because you got in through connections I'll let you do whatever you want. If you're late again, expect to be kicked out of the sect. Now go pick some medicinal herbs. Which ones? Just follow what's written here." He tossed Evan a small wooden slip and closed his eyes to resume cultivation.
Evan took the wooden slip and, as before, looked inside. Instantly, images of several herbs appeared in his mind, along with a map of the manor's surroundings. The locations where the herbs grew were clearly marked. After understanding, Evan put away the slip and headed toward his destination.
On the way, Evan saw many disciples, but the farther he walked, the fewer there were—until only Evan himself remained. He stopped beside a cliff and muttered, "The map marks this spot. Could the map be wrong?" Still uncertain, Evan leaned over the cliff, but saw nothing except mist. He quickly returned to the manor and found Logan Luo. "Steward Luo, about this map?"
Logan Luo opened his eyes as if he'd expected this and said, "Who says it's fake? The herbs are right below the cliff. Go get them yourself, and make sure you come back on time—I've got more tasks for you later." Then he closed his eyes again, ignoring Evan.
If Evan had any strength, he would've confronted Logan right then. But as an ordinary, powerless outer disciple, he could only sigh and head back to the cliff.
Arriving at the cliff, Evan stared at the mist below, wondering how to get down, since he couldn't see how deep it was. There were only a few scattered boulders nearby. After thinking it over, Evan returned the same way and came back with a bunch of vines, which he had painstakingly braided together. If you looked closely, you'd see both his hands covered in blood, pain radiating from his wounds—but he wasn't defeated. With determined eyes, he tied one end of the vines to a large boulder and let the other end dangle down. After making sure it was secure, Evan took a deep breath and started to climb down. A few meters in, pain shot through his hands, making the wounds bleed even more, staining the vines with blood. Still, he refused to retreat; he didn't want Logan Luo to find any excuse to kick him out, especially since he wasn't even a real outer disciple. Thinking this, Evan pushed himself to keep climbing down, slowly and carefully.
About seven or eight meters down, Evan spotted a herb with three distinct leaves. Seeing it, excitement flashed in his eyes—this was exactly what he was looking for: Three-Ring Grass. The wooden slip had described its effects; it was one of the most basic ingredients for making healing medicines.
Without hesitation, Evan picked the herb and tucked it into his clothes, then slowly climbed back up. Once he reached the top, he lay there, relaxing his whole body and staring at the sky, still shaken by what had just happened. But feeling the Three-Ring Grass in his arms, he got up, gathered the vines, and buried them under the pile of rocks for future use.
After finishing everything, Evan happily left and headed back. Logan Luo, who had been meditating in the manor, opened his eyes, secretly surprised at how quickly Evan returned with the Three-Ring Grass. Evan walked up and said, "Steward Luo, look!"
Logan Luo took the Three-Ring Grass and saw it was freshly picked, with no roots. A glint flashed in his eyes as he handed the herb back to Evan. "Go to the herb field in the manor and plant it there."