Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

After the sermon concluded, Qin Le left the Time Realm and headed straight for the Tushita Palace. Guided by Qing Yu, he once again arrived at Laozi's alchemy room.

"What brings you here?" Lao Tzu asked with a smile, sitting before his alchemy furnace, the firelight illuminating his kind face.

"That's how it is." Qin Le got straight to the point: "I just acquired a batch of treasures. These... might be able to enhance the Heavenly Realm's combat power, so I brought them to show you."

"Oh?" A hint of surprise and interest flashed in Laozi's eyes: "Bring it here for a look."

Qin Le didn't say much. With a thought, he took out all the spoils he had swept from Chi You's weapon-refining workshop.

In an instant, the alchemy room was filled with a faint, precious light and overflowing spiritual energy.

The shimmering branches and leaves of the strange trees, piled up like a small mountain, exude an ancient aura of life; a collection of strange ores and metal ingots of various shapes and understated Taoist charm are quietly displayed; finally, there is the heavy, ancient black stone workbench bearing the marks of time, and the seemingly unadorned square iron hammer on the table.

Standing to the side, Qingyu's bright eyes widened instantly when she saw the numerous treasures being unloaded as if they were being moved, and her mouth opened slightly, clearly quite shocked by the sight.

Even Laozi, the Supreme Lord, was slightly surprised when his gaze swept over the pile of materials, which could be described as luxurious. However, he quickly understood and had obviously guessed their origin.

"These are all rare and precious treasures, hard to find in this world." Laozi stroked his beard, looked at Qin Le, and said in a gentle yet solemn tone, "You... do you really intend to hand them all over to the Heavenly Realm?"

"I don't need them myself." Qin Le smiled, his expression frank. "My friends don't need them right now either. Rather than letting them gather dust, it's better to let them play their proper role."

"Very well." Laozi nodded with satisfaction: "In that case, I will accept it on behalf of the Heavenly Realm. The Heavenly Realm will repay this gift in the future."

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves, and a soft, clear light swept across the area. The mountain of treasures piled on the ground, along with the worktable, vanished without a trace in an instant and were carefully stored away.

Looking across the celestial realm, he is indeed the only one who can make the most of these top-tier materials and refine them into artifacts.

Qin Le wasn't concerned about the reward, but instead remembered something else and asked somewhat embarrassedly:

"By the way, Laozi. I don't know the names of most of those treasures... Do you have any illustrated books or records that describe the characteristics and uses of various rare and precious materials? Could I borrow them?"

He originally wanted Laozi to give a lecture on the spot, but then he thought it would be too much of a delay for this busy man to refine elixirs, so he decided to find the information himself and learn slowly.

Upon hearing this, Laozi couldn't help but chuckle, then took out a smooth and translucent blue jade slip and handed it to Qin Le:

"This jade slip contains a record of all kinds of rare and precious materials from the Three Realms that I have seen and known throughout my life. Their appearance, characteristics, origins, and even the basic methods of refining them are all briefly described. Take it and look through it in your spare time."

He wasn't surprised at all that Qin Le asked for such basic knowledge. It was perfectly normal for an eighteen-year-old boy, born in the mortal realm, to have limited experience.

"Thank you, Laozi!" Qin Le's eyes lit up as he happily accepted the jade slip and carefully put it away.

This thing is so useful to him!

When I have nothing to do at the college in the future, I can take it out to catch up on my studies and greatly enrich my knowledge base.

"Where do you plan to go next?" Lao Tzu asked casually.

Qin Le grinned and answered decisively, "Let's continue the treasure hunt."

"..."

Qingyu, who was standing to the side, was stunned and a question mark seemed to appear on her head.

Are there still treasures to be found in the heavens?

But what Qin Le just took out couldn't be faked...

Lao Tzu paused slightly, then shook his head and chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of understanding and helplessness:

"You...go."

He roughly guessed that Qin Le's trip to the Heavenly Realm was probably to visit the homes of those ancient beings who had long since left.

However, this is a good thing for the Three Realms, so he naturally wouldn't stop it.

"This junior takes his leave."

Qin Le bowed, and then left the alchemy room together with Qing Yu, who was still somewhat dazed.

Stepping out of the Tushita Palace, Qingyu finally couldn't contain her curiosity and asked in a low voice:

"Are you... a treasure-hunting rat spirit? How did you find so many good things?"

Qin Le glanced at her speechlessly: "Of course not. It was the Goddess Nuwa who instructed me to go. Those... were all 'taken' from the old weapon-forging workshop of the Great God Chiyou."

Qingyu: "…………"

She immediately shut her mouth, silently swallowing back the treasure-hunting rat's guess.

Chi You's weapon-forging workshop?

Is that level of knowledge she could possibly find out?

Leaving the Tushita Palace, Qin Le determined his direction and embarked on his treasure hunt once more—continuously leaping through space towards the location of Shennong's former residence, as indicated by Nuwa.

Working tirelessly for six days without sleep or rest.

Finally, in the void ahead, a secret realm cleverly hidden in another dimension came into his perception.

Even before entering, the outline of the secret realm can be seen—a simple and grand palace stands quietly, surrounded by a vast and well-planned medicinal field.

What's even more amazing is that the medicinal field is not filled with ordinary spiritual plants, but with countless plant spirits that have developed intelligence and are playing around!

They either transform into tiny figures running or stretch out their branches and leaves to dance, full of vitality and flowing with Taoist charm.

"A true master is a master..." Qin Le couldn't help but sigh softly, "The spirit herb that others would fight tooth and nail for is as common as cabbage here..."

Even in Laozi's Tushita Palace herb garden, although there are many spiritual plants, they are far from being so rampant that they have become sentient.

Without further delay, Qin Le took a step forward, his figure already passing through the barrier of time and space, and landed lightly on a blue stone path in the center of the medicinal field.

His appearance instantly shattered the tranquility of the place.

In the medicinal field, all the playful spirit plants froze in their tracks.

Although he had no eyes, Qin Le could clearly feel thousands of gazes, filled with curiosity, scrutiny, and inquiry, all focused on him.

Before he could speak, a faint light flickered in front of him.

A handsome man dressed in a plain white robe, with hair as green as jade, appeared silently and stood between him and the path.

The green-haired man's gaze swept over Qin Le with a critical eye, as if examining merchandise, before he spoke in a clear, melodious voice:

"You're the one that foodie was talking about... Qin Le?"

Qin Le was taken aback, then nodded: "Ah? It's me, I'm Qin Le."

He wasn't surprised that Shennong would have informed them about the spiritual plants in this area beforehand, but the way this green-haired man addressed Shennong...

Foodie?

This made him a little unable to hold back.

At this moment, a cheerful, self-deprecating remark came from the little clay figure Nuwa within her sea of ​​consciousness:

"That guy who ate medicine indiscriminately back in the day devoured countless spiritual herbs and fruits. Is there anything wrong with them calling him a 'glutton'?"

Qin Le: "...You're right."

He silently replied to himself, recalling the story of Shennong tasting hundreds of herbs.

Thinking about it that way, this title... is actually quite fitting?

The green-haired man seemed uninterested in small talk and went straight to the point:

"The foodie has already explained why you came. I can give you the food, but... there's a condition."

"What are the conditions?" Qin Le asked.

"We need the power of creation at the level of the Great Dao." The green-haired man extended his index finger and pointed to the boundless medicinal fields around him: "All brothers and sisters, we need a wisp."

"Okay." Qin Le thought for a moment, nodded in agreement, and then asked, "How many strands do you need?"

The green-haired man's lips curled into a smile that seemed to have been waiting for him to ask, and he slowly recited a number:

"Not many. Eleven thousand strands."

Qin Le: "…………"

He paused for two seconds, then spread his hands helplessly: "I... don't have that many right now."

The power of creation that can be released and controlled by him must be refined by himself.

Currently, he only has a little over two thousand strands of Qi stored in his Qi Sea, which is far from the required amount of eleven thousand.

"It's alright." The green-haired man seemed to have expected this; his smile remained unchanged, and his tone was relaxed. "We can wait."