To Fu Hua, while she cared about her disciples' character and perseverance, that did not mean she demanded they become saints or embody truth, goodness, and beauty. After all, Fu Hua herself was no holy mother.
Though she had protected Shenzhou from the Honkai for thousands of years, she had never intervened in the changing of human dynasties or in humanity's slaughter of one another. She merely watched as an observer. Thus, she would not demand that her disciples do good deeds, accumulate virtue, and hold compassion in their hearts...
What she cared about was that they must not betray their master and ancestors, repay kindness with enmity, or be unfilial and disloyal!
That was what she needed to examine most closely...
As for perseverance, if one did not even possess that, then no matter how gifted they were, they would gain nothing worthwhile even if they embarked upon the path of cultivation.
"Home, my home..."
Hearing Fu Hua's words, Wu Qing'e visibly froze.
Her home... her home was gone.
In this era, as a weak young woman alone, she simply could not support herself. And... perhaps because she had inherited something from her father, after she came into contact with the books on Daoist magic he had left behind, she had become somewhat obsessed.
Every day, she dreamed of cultivating true Daoist magic and becoming an immortal!
So... after spending all the valuables and savings in the house, she had no choice but to mortgage the deed to her home. Otherwise, how could she have survived until now?
She had wanted to find work that suited her, but in this era... what truly suitable work was there for a woman like her?
In ancient times, before marrying, women depended on their parents for support, at most taking on some