Mu Qing had grown up this way himself, so he didn’t see anything wrong with it. The other Sword Cultivators didn’t consider it particularly meager or arduous either.
Xingyu had inherited Jiufang Ying’s temperament and personality; she possessed almost no dedication to the Dao. While the disciples of the sect were practicing their swordsmanship through the freezing winters and scorching summers, she would be curled up in bed, refusing to wake until she had slept to her heart’s content.
If she had lacked talent, Mu Qing would have resigned himself to fate. After all, with him and his wife around, Xingyu would never want for anything for the rest of her life. However, Xingyu was exceptionally gifted, possessing the rare Fire Spiritual Root. Seeing a glimmer of hope for his daughter, Mu Qing tried to drag her out of her decadent blankets to practice, but the moment he grabbed her arm, Xingyu would cling to Jiufang Ying and wail that her father was bullying her.
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