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

A whole day has passed.

Qin Le sat cross-legged in the center of the medicinal field, slowly opened his eyes, and let out a long sigh.

He raised his hand and poured the last five hundred strands of pure power of the Great Dao of Creation into the bodies of the last batch of spiritual plants sitting around him, eagerly waiting.

Upon receiving the gift, the spiritual plants immediately scattered joyfully, some jumping and celebrating, others digesting the power that stirred their very life essence.

Qin Le rubbed his throbbing temples, a hint of helplessness on his face.

It's simply impossible to gather 11,000 strands of the power of the Great Dao of Creation in a short period of time by relying on the cultivation methods passed down by Fuxi.

He has no choice but to take the shortcut.

Let Nuwa strike him with the hammer of the Great Dao.

Now he has obtained the power of the Great Dao that can be released and controlled, and there are two ways to do so: one is to slowly refine it through cultivation techniques; the other is to be struck out by Nuwa's Great Dao Hammer.

The latter is extremely efficient—one hammer strike produces five hundred strands, much faster than using internal energy.

It really hurts!

At this moment, the green-haired man reappeared silently in front of Qin Le, holding a palm-sized, emerald-green jade bottle in his hand, which he handed over.

"Everything's inside," he chuckled, then pointed to the palace in the distance. "Also, you can go in and take a look at the glutton's alchemy room. Inside... there are some of his 'stockpiles' from before."

Qin Le accepted the jade bottle, its surface smooth and warm to the touch. "Thank you, senior."

"No need. Do as you please."

The green-haired man waved his hand, and his figure vanished like smoke, clearly eager to digest the power of creation he had just obtained.

Qin Le separated a wisp of his divine consciousness and probed into the jade bottle.

The inside of the bottle is a self-contained space, exceptionally vast.

Floating silently within are tens of thousands of crystalline liquid clumps of various colors, each nearly half a person tall, exuding a rich and pure essence of herbs and the aura of Dao—clearly, this is the medicinal liquid condensed by those spiritual plants.

After carefully putting away the jade bottle, Qin Le got up and walked towards the ancient palace.

Pushing open the heavy palace door, a smell mixed with the scent of old medicine and dust wafted out.

The scene inside the hall came into view.

The first thing that catches the eye is the giant alchemy furnace in the very center, which is half a head taller than him, with a simple and sturdy design and a dark blue color.

The furnace body has no complicated patterns, but it naturally exudes a warm and restrained Taoist charm, as heavy as a mountain.

Below the alchemy furnace, there was no firewood or charcoal, only a fist-sized, orange-red, seemingly ordinary flame, quietly suspended and slowly flickering.

However, Qin Le could clearly sense that the Dao essence contained within that small flame had also reached the level of the Great Dao!

Besides the alchemy furnace and the strange fire, dozens of rows of gray-white stone shelves stand against the walls on all four sides of the main hall.

The shelves were densely packed with neatly arranged jade bottles in black, white, and gray, probably numbering in the tens of thousands.

The contents of the bottle must be the various elixirs that Shennong refined back then.

Just as Qin Le was about to step forward to collect it, something heavy weighed down on his head.

The little clay figure Nuwa sat down again and gently tapped his forehead with her tiny hand:

"Little Lele, you must not eat these pills indiscriminately, and you must not give them to anyone else."

Nuwa's tone was unusually serious and admonishing.

"Huh? Why?" Qin Le was taken aback.

This is the elixir that Shennong refined!

Could there be any problems with the stuff this expert is making?

"Let me tell you," the little clay figure Nuwa said, her tone laced with exasperation, "the pills that guy who keeps taking random medicines concoct are even more bizarre than your mother's 'scientific research products'! After eating them, whether you ascend to heaven on the spot or perish instantly, whether you live for a thousand years or are immediately reincarnated, or even directly 'return to heaven and earth'... there's absolutely no telling!"

She didn't want to see Qin Le or any of his friends try one out of curiosity and then have to be rushed to the hospital—some of the effects might not even be in time for her.

It's worth noting that Shennong himself often experienced foaming at the mouth and convulsions after testing medicines.

Even a saint might not be able to withstand certain surprises.

Qin Le: "…………"

He was speechless for a moment.

Although he didn't know the specifics, Nuwa used his mother's scientific research elixirs as an analogy... and he understood instantly.

That is a profound understanding based on extensive experience as a victim.

Just then, a deep male voice, clearly filled with dissatisfaction, boomed directly in Qin Le's mind:

"You mud-playing brat! Can you please stop tarnishing my reputation in front of the younger generation?! The pills I refine are all top-quality stuff!"

It was Shennong.

"Come on!" The little clay figure Nuwa retorted without any politeness in Qin Le's mind: "Who was it that ate themselves until they were foaming at the mouth and lying on the ground convulsing all day? Do you need me to help you remember?"

"That was an accident! Don't you understand what an accident is?!" Shennong's voice was clearly exasperated, but he still stubbornly insisted, "Besides, it wasn't a poison pill! A little foaming at the mouth and convulsing for a day is equivalent to someone else's three thousand years of arduous cultivation! It's just... a tiny bit of side effects! That's normal!"

He resolutely refused to admit that there was anything wrong with his pills; so what if there were some side effects?

The effect is amazing!

"Are you sure that your 'little side effect'... can anyone below the level of a sage withstand it?" Nuwa asked lightly.

Shennong: "…………"

The sea of ​​consciousness suddenly fell silent.

Because Nuwa was telling the absolute truth.

Below the level of a sage, consuming his three-thousand-year-old cultivation pill is basically tantamount to courting death.

Moreover, according to his calculations, even if a saint ate it, he would probably have to vomit white foam for a hundred or two hundred years and be bedridden for a hundred or two hundred years before he could recover.

Shennong decided not to argue with Nuwa, and instead spoke to Qin Le in as gentle a tone as possible:

"Ahem... little one. Here, the one in the white jade bottle is a top-quality pill with no side effects, so use it without worry. The one in the gray jade bottle has some 'minor flaws,' so use it with caution. As for the one in the black jade bottle... it's basically a poison pill, or an experimental product with particularly 'powerful' effects, so be careful not to touch it."

In any case, he didn't want Qin Lezhen to eat the contents of the black bottle or use it to harm others.

After all, if something goes wrong with the food, the person who caused the accident will have to come back to save people, which is troublesome.

"I understand. Thank you for informing me, senior," Qin Le replied obediently, feeling relieved.

It's good to have categories.

"Hmm." Shennong's tone softened a bit: "I'll send you a message later detailing the effects and precautions of these pills. You should use them sparingly."

Most of these were his experimental results. He knew the effects, but he didn't name them or leave any instructions.

"Thank you, senior." Qin Le said again.

Knowing the effects in advance is undoubtedly much safer; otherwise, even if it's a plain bottle of pills, he wouldn't dare to use it casually.

Next, Qin Le began the cleaning work.

With his divine sense, he collected the black, white, and gray jade bottles on the stone shelf, along with the gray and white stone shelf itself, into his storage ring. He had seen the stone used for the shelf among the treasures he had given to Laozi before; it was also a good item.

In the blink of an eye, the huge alchemy room became empty, leaving only the enormous alchemy furnace and the strange flame burning quietly beneath it.

Just then, the little clay figure of Nuwa above his head tapped him again and laughed:

"Why are you being so polite? Take it all."

Upon hearing this, Qin Le no longer hesitated, smiled, and waved his hand to put away the heavy Great Dao Pill Furnace.

The only thing he couldn't budge was that cluster of flames; no matter what he tried—including attempting to envelop it with the power of space and time—it remained silently flickering in the same spot.

"Mother Nuwa," Qin Le looked curiously at the cluster of fire, "What's the origin of this flame?"

"This is something left behind by the guy who played with fire." The little clay figure Nuwa looked at the cluster of fire, a hint of reminiscence in her eyes: "It's called 'Firewood'."

"So it was the torch..."

Qin Le suddenly realized why even the Great Dao of Time and Space couldn't do anything about it.

The term "fire" carries far more than just the concept of flame itself.

He pondered for a moment, then stopped trying to force it in. Instead, he slowly stretched out his hand, palm up, held his breath, and tried to gently touch and ignite the flame with his understanding and belief in the human spirit, the inheritance of civilization, and the continuous cycle of life.

This time, the flame responded.

It twitched slightly, as if awakened from a long slumber by a familiar scent.

Then, it detached from its original suspended position and floated lightly, slowly, but firmly, toward Qin Le's palm.

Finally, it landed steadily in Qin Le's outstretched palm, still the size of a fist, warm orange-red, burning quietly, transmitting an ancient, profound, hopeful and resilient warmth to Qin Le's entire body.

A gentle voice, filled with satisfaction and approval, lingered deep within Qin Le's consciousness:

"Good. Now that you've gained the Fire's approval, make good use of it from now on."