Ming Weiwei tiptoed into the room. Yay, Mom and all my dads are out! She took some healing medicine from her Storage Ring and deftly applied it to her wounds.
A woman's airy voice sounded behind her. "Out fighting again?"
Ming Weiwei jumped in fright. "M-Mom..."
Ning Xiang walked over and examined Ming Weiwei. They were only superficial injuries, with no damage to her bones, tendons, or internal organs. Relieved, she sat down opposite her. "Go on, then. Who did you fight this time?"
This girl was just like her biological father: fond of throwing her weight around, fierce, and eager for a fight. Fortunately, children in the Cultivation Realm were tough and could take a beating. Had this been the twenty-first century, who knew how many times the "victims'" parents would have come knocking already?
Ming Weiwei said sheepishly, "Five senior brothers from Constant Guardian Peak."
"You're so young, yet you neglect your schoolwork and cultivation to spend all day fighting outside."
"Mom, I was wrong. I won't stir up trouble ever again," Ming Weiwei said, reflecting on her mistakes.
"Is that the point?! The point is that you couldn't even beat a mere five people!" Ning Xiang was heartbroken. When she was Weiwei's age, not a soul in the Profound Heaven Sect had dared defy her. How could her own daughter fall behind? Where would she hide her face if word got out?
Deeply ashamed, Ming Weiwei clenched her little fists. "Mom, you're right! I'll cultivate diligently so I won't be at a disadvantage when I fight other people."
"That's my girl." Ning Xiang nodded in satisfaction.
Qin Ge had arrived at some point and scoffed. "Is that any way to teach a child?" Then he turned to Ming Weiwei. "Daddy Qin will teach you the Vine Control