Then she became utterly absorbed in the world of Daoist magic, unable to pull herself away. Though she had been very young at the time, she had been born into a decent family and knew some characters.
Thank You, Immortal Master
Having been exposed to Daoist magic since childhood, it had greatly influenced Wu Qing'e's young heart.
Back then, she seemed to have begun to understand why her father had been so obsessed with Daoist magic. Compared to the mundane world, the world of Daoist magic was simply far more wondrous.
Yet no matter how she tried, none of the Daoist magic recorded in those books ever worked.
"Could it be that everything recorded in the Daoist scriptures Father collected is fake?" After failing countless times, Wu Qing'e was beginning to give up.
Thinking about it, that made sense. If what was recorded in these books had been real, why would her father have abandoned her... and gone off alone in search of immortals and the Dao?
So the Daoist magic in these books had all been randomly fabricated 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, how could neither of them have achieved the slightest result? Her father had not even taken these Daoist scriptures with him when he left. Clearly, they were all fake.
However, unlike her father, even if this Daoist magic was fake, she still had an immortal!
The immortal was right by her side. As long as the immortal agreed to take her as a disciple, then...
"You have no magical power. How could you possibly cast spells?"
As Wu Qing'e held the Daoist scripture and pondered, Fu Hua had somehow appeared behind her. Her calm voice rang