Because she had been exposed to these Taoist arts from a young age, they had greatly influenced Wu Qing'e's young mind.
Back then, she seemed to vaguely understand why her father had been so obsessed with Taoist arts. Compared to the ordinary world, the world of Taoist arts was simply far more fascinating.
Yet no matter how she tried, none of the Taoist arts recorded in those books ever worked.
"Could the Taoist arts recorded in the books Father collected all be fake?" After failing who knew how many times, Wu Qing'e was beginning to give up.
Thinking about it, if what was recorded in these books was real, why would her father have abandoned her... to seek immortals and the Tao alone?
So the Taoist arts in these books had all been made up by others to make money?
That had to be it. Otherwise, after all her years of effort and all her father's years of research, they could not possibly have achieved nothing at all. Her father had not even taken these Taoist arts with him when he left. They were obviously fake.
But unlike her father, even if these Taoist arts were fake, she still had an immortal!
The immortal was right beside her. As long as the immortal agreed to take her as a disciple, then...
"You have no mystical power. How could you possibly cast any spells?"
As Wu Qing'e held the Taoist book and pondered, Fu Hua somehow appeared behind her. Her calm voice rang out, startling Wu Qing'e badly.
"Im... Immortal!"
Hearing Fu Hua's voice so suddenly gave her quite a scare. Beyond the shock, she was also terrified that the immortal had caught her secretly practicing Taoist arts here.
"Give it to me!"
Seeing Wu Qing'e trembling as though a mouse