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

Late at night, in Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness.

Besides Qin Le's own divine soul and Nuwa, who was still in the form of a small clay figure, there was also a silver mark wrapped in golden chains—that was the Great Dao of Time and Space that he had comprehended, which was currently being sealed by Nuwa.

Even when sealed, the Great Dao of Time and Space still emitted wisps of silver light, slowly tempering Qin Le's body and soul.

This was intentionally set up by Nuwa—the stronger the power of the Great Dao is tempered, the more power the seal will release, always maintaining it at the limit that Qin Le can withstand.

"Mother Nuwa, what should I do?" Qin Le asked curiously, looking at the mark.

After giving Chu Xiaonan his instructions in the afternoon, Nuwa told him that he would begin formal cultivation that evening.

Qin Le had absolutely no idea how to formally begin cultivation.

The power of the Great Dao was completely beyond his control; he could only passively undergo tempering.

"Well, it's very simple," the little clay figure Nuwa said with a smile. "Just let me tap it a few times."

As she spoke, she reached out and drew power from the silver threads of light emanating from the Great Path of Time and Space, condensing them into a silver hammer the size of a human head.

The hammer looked particularly out of place, even somewhat comical, in the hands of the palm-sized clay figure.

"You...you're joking, right?" Qin Le subconsciously took two steps back. "You must be joking."

My intuition was screaming a warning: this hammer blow would definitely hurt.

"Who's joking with you?" The little clay figure Nuwa tilted her head, her smile kind. "When has your mother ever lied to you?"

She held the hammer and slowly floated closer.

"Mother Nuwa, Mother, dear mother, I think it's fine to improve slowly like this... How about... we give up on cultivation for now?" Qin Le tried to negotiate while backing away.

"Enough with the nonsense." Nuwa suddenly appeared in front of Qin Le in a flash: "Take this!"

The silver hammer, shimmering with a hazy glow, slammed solidly into Qin Le's forehead.

Boom-!

A muffled thud reverberated throughout his mind.

Qin Le didn't even have time to scream before everything went black and he fainted.

His last thought before losing consciousness was: It hurts so much!

The little clay figure Nuwa watched as the power of the Great Dao was smashed into Qin Le's soul and body by this hammer, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, the force was just right." She floated in mid-air, resting her chin on her hand as she pondered, "But Little Lele seems to... have absolutely no combat experience."

Judging from Qin Le's clumsy escape posture just now, this guy is completely a hothouse flower.

No, it doesn't even qualify as a flower; it's just a potted plant that has never experienced wind or rain.

After thinking for a moment, the little clay figure Nuwa flicked her finger, and a golden light pierced through her sea of ​​consciousness, flying towards the celestial realm.

Then, she quietly floated in the air, waiting for Qin Le to wake up.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Le slowly woke up.

He rubbed his forehead, which no longer hurt, and mumbled to himself in a daze, "How could I have such a dream... How could Mother Nuwa bear to hit me with a hammer, really..."

Before the words were finished, the voice of the little clay figure Nuwa rang out:

"Awake? Then let's continue."

Qin Le looked up, but before he could even see Nuwa's kind smile, the silver hammer had already fallen again.

Boom!

The familiar pain, the familiar darkness.

In the last second before losing consciousness, Qin Le had only one thought:

It wasn't a dream after all!

And so, throughout the entire night, Qin Le repeatedly went through a cycle of being knocked unconscious, waking up, and then being knocked unconscious again.

It wasn't until six in the morning that the little clay figure Nuwa finally stopped, turning back into a lump of yellow clay, quietly floating in a corner of her sea of ​​consciousness.

Qin Le sat up in bed, shaking his heavy head, wishing that everything from last night was just a nightmare. But the unprecedented sense of fullness emanating from his body and soul clearly told him otherwise.

That's all true.

After washing up and going downstairs, Qin Le had just poured himself a glass of water when he heard a muffled thud coming from the direction of the alchemy room—

boom!

The entire villa shook.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Wanrou, her face covered in soot, walked out of the alchemy room looking dejected. Luckily, she was wearing black pajamas today, otherwise she would have looked even more disheveled.

"Cough cough... I didn't control the heat well." She muttered, clearly reviewing the reasons for the failure.

"Mom, what are you studying now?" Qin Le couldn't help but ask.

Lin Wanrou's eyes lit up, instantly forgetting her frustration with the exploding furnace: "Weren't the Beast Ear Pills quite popular before? But I've seen a lot of feedback saying that the color of the beast ear fur doesn't match their hair. So I want to research a pill that can freely change hair color, so I can customize it to my liking!"

"..."

Qin Le was speechless for a moment.

My mom's thought process is always so peculiar. Something that could be solved with hair dye, she insists on researching a elixir.

But thinking about how her previous frivolous pills had all turned out to be surprisingly effective, Qin Le couldn't be bothered to complain.

"I'm going to school."

"Go on, go on, I'll think about it some more." Lin Wanrou waved her hand, turned around and went back into the alchemy room.

With a new goal, she could stay there forever.

Upon arriving at school, Qin Le had just entered the classroom when she saw someone sitting in her seat.

A woman with black hair and black eyes, dressed in a silver-white battle robe, sat upright with a gaze as sharp as a knife.

She simply sat there quietly, exuding a sharp aura of someone who had long held a high position, which intimidated the surrounding classmates and made them afraid to approach.

Qin Le didn't seem to notice anything and walked straight over: "Excuse me, who are you?"

The woman looked up at him, her voice clear and cold like the clash of gold and jade: "I am the Mysterious Woman."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone, including Qin Le, was stunned.

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady.

This name is closely associated with war and military strategy in all myths and legends.

She may not be the strongest goddess in Heaven, but she is definitely the most famous female war goddess, deeply ingrained in people's hearts and known to all.

"You called me... what's the matter?" A sense of foreboding rose in Qin Le's heart.

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden stood up, her movements swift and decisive: "I have been entrusted by the Sage to impart to you the Way of War. Follow me."

After saying that, without waiting for Qin Le's response, she grabbed Qin Le by the collar and dragged him out like a kitten.

Qin Le, who was dragged out of the classroom, instantly understood that this was definitely a good thing arranged by his Nuwa mother.

The others in the classroom watched as Qin Le was carried away by the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, and sighed inwardly. With Qin Le gone, they lost another human encyclopedia they could consult at any time.

Alliance Training Grounds.

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden released her grip, and Qin Le staggered two steps before regaining his balance.

"What weapon do you use?" she asked directly.

Qin Le remained silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up: "That infamous weapon from the Heavenly Court... what kind of weapon is it?"

He actually wanted to refuse this special training, but he knew in his heart that it was a good thing for him.

Moreover, since Nuwa specially invited a war goddess of the caliber of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, he had to take her seriously.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, but she still answered, "A gun."

Qin Le nodded, his tone serious: "Then give me a gun."