"..."
Hong Meiling stared at the strikingly handsome Fu Hua before her, her mind unable to process what was happening. What was this situation?
"Dis... disciple?"
She had never considered becoming anyone's disciple... Though Fu Hua had saved her life, in her mind, repaying such a debt should not mean taking her as a master, right? What kind of repayment was that?
"That's right. Although you are a demon, I have never cared about such things. In my eyes... whether human or demon, there is good and evil. Good people and good demons... evil people and evil demons. They cannot be judged by race."
To some extent, Fu Hua, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, was no longer human. After all, how could a human possibly live that long?
"I intend to establish a sect in this world, accepting all without discrimination and passing down my own teachings. Whether human or demon, anyone qualified may enter. But I cannot manage it forever. Are you willing to help me?"
Few Daoist sects accepted demons as disciples. It was already considered friendly if they did not start shouting about slaying demons the moment they met; how could they possibly take one as a disciple?
The Buddhist sects had quite a few, but to them, these demons were not disciples at all—they were thugs to be converted. Whether they even retained their own consciousness was another matter entirely.
Those who truly treated demons as personal disciples were few and far between—so rare that they could almost be called nonexistent.
Hong Meiling clearly understood this as well. But since Fu Hua was her benefactor, although this was different from what she had imagined, she could not refuse if Fu Hua needed her to do something.
"Immortal, are you planning to establish