My Revered Master, My Rebellious Disciple Keeps Trying to Usurp Me

My name is Wen Qingshi. The Qingshi in Qinghe Haiyan, and the Shi in Shihe Suifeng.

Today is my first day of retirement from the Temporal Administration Bureau, and I've arrived in this low-spiritual-energy little world.

I founded Chengdao Palace, hoping to live out a quiet retirement with my young subordinates, watching the clouds roll by and enjoying a carefree life.

But on my first trip down the mountain, I found a half-dead little cub. He was a half-demon, and his other bloodline turned out to be that of an ancient spirit beast: a nine-tailed white fox.

I saw that his life was full of hardship and misfortune. Without my intervention, he wouldn't survive the night, so I took pity on him and brought him into Chengdao Palace to raise him with care.

But I kept finding more children, each one a pitiful waif with a tragic past. Oh well, they all have their own destiny. When the time comes, they'll leave and set out on their own paths.

I only hope this time will heal their wounds, and that they won't grow too obsessed with anything in this life.

Wen Qingshi never imagined that after faking her death, her beloved disciples would go on to do such earth-shattering things.

When she returned to the familiar little world, several of her disciples surrounded her and trapped her in bed. Only then did she belatedly realize that she'd raised every one of them wrong.

Her unruly disciples had improper designs on her and were always looking for a chance to defy their master.

The eldest disciple: "I was the only one who lost the person I loved in that battle. Master, how am I supposed to let it go?"

The second disciple, eyes red-rimmed, asked softly, "Master, you promised to stay with me for the rest of my life. How could you break your promise?"

The other unruly disciples crowded around too. Even the youngest, usually the most obedient and sensible, cried pitifully, "Master, don't you want me anymore? Wen Qingshi..."

So where exactly did I go wrong?