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

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed since the start of the second semester of sophomore year.

With the return of three hundred demon students, campus life seemed to have returned to a certain fixed rhythm, a calm tinged with a familiar hustle and bustle.

That morning, on the top floor of the Alliance headquarters, the Jade Emperor was sitting in his office, receiving an unexpected guest—the Demon Lord Ye Li.

"What important matter brings you here?" The Jade Emperor tapped his fingertip lightly on the smooth tabletop, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Before Ye Li's visit, she only said that she had something to discuss, but she kept the details a secret and did not reveal them.

Ye Li sat opposite him, her dark gold armor concealing its brilliance and making her appear much more understated.

Upon hearing this, she nodded decisively and smiled, "That's right, I've come to borrow some 'resources' from you—I need a group of teachers."

The Jade Emperor raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised, but after a moment's thought, he understood most of it. He leaned back slightly, a knowing smile appearing on his face.

"Are you planning to 'replicate' an academy system in the demon realm? Was it inspired by that exchange battle during the holidays?"

He was pretty close to guessing.

That clash between the younger generation of the two races resulted in a resounding victory for the human students.

As a reward, the Jade Emperor personally gave a sermon to the outstanding students.

Although he had not witnessed the battle in person, the Jade Emperor could easily imagine the endless stream of spells, supernatural powers, magical artifacts, formations, and various tactics and strategies employed by the human students.

The young prodigies of the demon race, who were used to straightforward combat and relying on their bloodline talents, were probably completely bewildered and suffered a lot from their lack of experience.

Witnessing his own descendants being crushed by knowledge and skills, Ye Li, the lord of the demon race, could no longer sit still.

Establishing an academy to systematically teach young demons how to deal with, and even counter, the various methods of the human race became a logical choice.

Ultimately, all of this is to better prepare for potential future conflicts with traitors from the Three Realms.

"Yes, you decide how many people are needed. The number of little ones waiting to be introduced to the world is only more than, if not less than, that of humans." Ye Li laughed heartily, passing the buck back to Ye Li.

How many teachers do we need to borrow?

She hadn't actually calculated it carefully.

It's not that she's being lazy or shirking her duties; it's simply that everyone has their own area of ​​expertise.

The human race's academy education system, from enlightenment to higher education, has been perfected over many years. Even though Ye Li could get a general understanding of its intricacies through intelligence, she was still an outsider.

Her principle has always been to leave professional matters to professionals.

Since the human race is good at this, why not let the human race, as the chief architect, take charge of the overall planning? Wouldn't that save time and effort?

What she needed to do was actually quite simple: just go back and organize the census data of eligible demons in the demon realm.

Seeing Ye Li's hands-off attitude of "I'll just state my needs, you figure out the specifics," the Jade Emperor was somewhat amused and exasperated, but ultimately nodded in agreement.

"Alright, I'll have someone prepare a complete teaching system template and 'lend' it to you along with the teachers."

"Thank you." Ye Li cupped her hands in thanks, her smile bright.

"You're too kind," the Jade Emperor replied with a smile.

Soon, several senior alliance officials in charge of education and personnel were summoned.

Ye Li revealed the general situation of the demon race, its age distribution, and its expected size.

The professionals were extremely efficient. In less than two hours, a complete academy construction plan, tailored to the characteristics of the demon race and including curriculum and assessment standards, was completed. At the same time, the number and list of teachers for each subject to be dispatched in the first batch were also quickly determined.

With the matter settled, Ye Li returned to the Demon Realm satisfied and began preparations for the establishment of the academy.

Hardware facilities like teaching buildings are nothing to her; the real core—textbooks, teaching aids, and the soft power that embodies centuries of human research and development—still requires support from the human race.

These are things that the demon race wanted to prepare themselves, but they had no idea how to do.

At the academy, everything remains the same.

Qin Le glanced at the demon classmates sitting around him, their eyes closed, trying to capture the mysterious Daoist charm in the air, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

With a slight thought, his consciousness sank into the depths of his mind.

The lump of yellow clay, radiating a warm and gentle glow, remained suspended there quietly.

Qin Le stepped forward and said respectfully, "Mother Nuwa, I have a question I would like to ask you."

The yellow clay shimmered and instantly sculpted into a palm-sized, smiling little clay figure of Nuwa.

She blinked non-existent eyes and asked in a light tone, "Little Lele, what trouble have you run into this time?"

Qin Le organized his thoughts and began, "It's about those demon classmates outside... It's fine for them to cultivate with me like this in the short term, but in the long run, especially after we reach the Heavenly Realm, it might not be very convenient. I'm wondering if there's any way to let them cultivate using the Daoist energy within me, without having to be by my side all the time?"

At the academy, being followed by a group of demon classmates didn't bother Qin Le much; in fact, he got used to this daily routine of being a mobile, humanoid enlightenment stone.

But the situation in the Celestial Realm is different. The battle on the front lines is intense, and the demon warriors cannot abandon their defenses to come and seek out his Daoist energy. We must find a way that is both permanent and easily replicable.

Upon hearing this, the little clay figure of Nuwa rested her chin on her tiny clay hands, feigning deep thought, and then laughed, "This? Simple. Why don't you just make a few 'Dharma Bodies' for yourself?"

"Dharmakaya?" Qin Le was taken aback. "Will this work?"

He was not unaware of the existence of the Dharmakaya.

Those are usually the objects that the righteous gods of heaven use to receive the incense offerings and wishes of mortals and to manifest miracles.

Although righteous deities would not refine and absorb the power of faith that requires repayment of karma, placing their Dharma bodies in the human world to protect a place and ward off evil spirits was a side job that many righteous gods were happy to do—they could earn some pure heavenly merits without getting involved in karma.

However, mortals later discovered that their wishes were not granted, and the incense offerings gradually declined. In addition, as the war in the heavens intensified, the gods gradually withdrew their divine bodies and focused on the front lines.

"Ordinary clay or wooden sculptures won't do; they can't bear your 'Dao'," the little clay figure Nuwa said, shaking her finger. "But you can make something 'special'."

"Special...? How do I make it?" Qin Le asked humbly.

Not to mention the special edition, he was completely ignorant of even the method of condensing a regular Dharma body; this was a blind spot in his knowledge.

"It's simple. First, make one that looks like yourself and see how it goes."

A sly glint flashed in the eyes of the little clay figure Nuwa. She casually took out a fist-sized lump of clay that shimmered with spiritual light and tossed it to Qin Le.

Qin Le took the mud and, not daring to be negligent, concentrated his mind, recalling his own appearance, and began to knead it nimbly with his fingers.

Before long, a miniature clay figure of Qin Le began to take shape, with the outline of his eyebrows and eyes becoming faintly discernible.

however……

"Stop!" The little clay figure of Nuwa leaned closer for a look, her tone full of disdain: "Little Lele, how did you manage to make yourself... so ugly?"

To be fair, the clay figure in Qin Le's hands has a delicate face and harmonious proportions, and can definitely be described as handsome.

But for some reason, it lacked the natural, unparalleled perfection that Qin Le herself possessed.

But in the eyes of Nuwa, the master of clay creation and with an extreme pursuit of beauty, this was undoubtedly ugly! She couldn't stand it!

Qin Le looked at the creation in his hand, then at Nuwa's expression of utter disapproval, and gave an awkward laugh: "Uh... shall I make another one?"

He was also helpless. He had practiced countless times in order to master the supernatural ability of creating things from clay, and felt that he had made great progress, but he did not expect that he was still not good enough in front of the ancestor.

"Alright, I'll give you one more chance."

The little clay figure Nuwa spoke reluctantly, and with a wave of her small hand, the rejected clay figure Qin Le disappeared from Qin Le's hand and appeared beside her.

At the same time, another piece of mud flew towards Qin Le.

Watching helplessly as her embarrassing past works were once again collected by Mother Nuwa with a smile, Qin Le was on the verge of tears.

What can he do?

Unable to win in a fight, and unable to take it back by force, they could only silently accept that another dark chapter in their history had been added to their list.

He took a deep breath and pressed on.

however……

The second one, Nuwa shook her head.

Thirdly, Nuwa sighed.

Fourth, Nuwa sighed and rubbed her forehead...

……

After making more than a dozen clay figures and arranging them in a row, each with its own slight differences but all deemed unattractive, Qin Le finally raised his head with a look of utter despair and looked at the little clay figure of Nuwa opposite him, who seemed particularly happy because she had collected so many embarrassing moments from her past.

"Mother Nuwa..." Qin Le's voice was filled with despair: "Let's discuss this, the Dharma body... could it not show its face? Could it wear a mask or use a blurry lighting effect?"