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

Before we knew it, the holiday had slipped away, and the new semester had already begun a few days ago.

Qin Le was once again bored out of his mind—he had even finished reading the all-encompassing jade slip given to him by Laozi, and now he had left it with Chen Yun to fill in the knowledge base.

Right now, he's sitting on that familiar bench in the college, idly scrolling through his phone. Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows, and time seems to slow down.

After an unknown amount of time, a small dragon, its size reduced to only about one meter and covered with dull black scales, slowly moved in front of Qin Le.

It exuded a decadent aura that was completely out of place in the vibrant campus; it was none other than the most good-for-nothing youngest son of the Demon Lord Ye Li.

Qin Le looked up at the listless little black dragon and smiled, "Did you need something?"

Qin Le still remembered this famous demon prince.

The little black dragon raised its eyelids, glanced at Qin Le, and said in a tone so calm it was almost numb: "Qin Le, in your opinion... is this all there is to my life? Completely over?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Le raised an eyebrow in surprise, but after thinking for a moment, decided to tell the truth: "I don't know. But... I remember that your demon race, especially the dragon race, doesn't have a way to purify your bloodline? For example, by seeking the essence blood of the ancestral dragon?"

He had some understanding of the situation of the demon race.

Impure bloodline is not a dead end. For example, if the dragon race can obtain a drop of essence blood from the ancestral dragon and refine it, they can greatly purify their bloodline and even undergo a metamorphosis.

"Heh." The little black dragon grinned self-deprecatingly, revealing a smile more like a grimace: "Do you think, with my current state, Lord Ancestral Dragon would be willing to bestow my essence blood upon me?"

Qin Le's method is theoretically feasible, but in reality, it is extremely difficult.

The demon race practices the law of the jungle, where the strong are respected. As the progenitor of the dragon race and a top-tier powerhouse among the demons, the Ancestral Dragon naturally favors descendants with exceptional talent and pure bloodlines.

Someone like him, with his mixed bloodline and mediocre talent, would probably be superfluous to even glance at in the eyes of the Ancestral Dragon, let alone bestow upon him his precious essence blood.

"I see..." Qin Le stroked his chin and then suggested another idea: "Then... why don't you try to overcome the Transformation Tribulation, completely transform into a human, and then switch to cultivating human techniques?"

The demon race has a variety of methods to enhance their bloodline, while the dragon race mainly relies on the ancestral dragon. Since this path is blocked, Qin Le couldn't think of any other good solutions for the time being.

The little black dragon shook its head, its eyes dimming further: "Human cultivation techniques... are not suitable for us. Even if we transform into human form, cultivation will be much less efficient and progress will be slow."

This method has been tried by predecessors of the demon race throughout history, but without exception, the results have been minimal, basically a waste of time.

"Then I really don't have any good suggestions." Qin Le shrugged helplessly.

These are the only two reliable options he can think of right now. If neither of them works, there's nothing he can do to help.

As for using elixirs to improve blood circulation?

Such elixirs do exist, but their core ingredients are often inseparable from the essence and blood of the Ancestral Dragon.

The Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, the only one that does not rely on essence and blood, has long been a legend due to the extinction of its ingredients.

The little black dragon was silent for a moment, as if it had made up its mind. Then it raised its head, its eyes filled with the last glimmer of hope, and looked at Qin Le.

"Then...can you form a bloodline contract with me?"

Qin Le's two suggestions were both unsuccessful, but there might be one last way—to establish a bloodline contract with Qin Le, this walking enlightenment stone, and share his heaven-defying comprehension.

This was his real purpose in mustering the courage to find Qin Le today.

However, Qin Le shook his head decisively, his tone gentle but firm: "No. If you establish a bloodline contract with me, you will be instantly annihilated, body and soul, without even a chance to enter reincarnation."

The little black dragon was stunned: "Why...why?"

Qin Le explained, "Because I bear the karma of... ten clans. If you include the demon clan, it might be eleven. Once you establish a bloodline contract with me, you must share a portion of this karma. Its 'weight,' even if it's just a tiny part, is far beyond what you can bear."

He did not establish a bloodline contract with the demon race, partly because Nuwa had given him instructions, and partly because of the excessively heavy karmic burden.

He could bear the consequences if they fell on his own. But if he transferred even a small part of it to others, it would be enough to crush him.

"This..." The little black dragon was completely stunned. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Although he was not clear about which ten clans Qin Le was burdened with karma for, the matter of creating a special Dharma body had already made the entire demon race owe Qin Le an enormous debt of karma.

Incurring karmic debts is far more than a simple debt relationship. Whether you owe someone or are owed a debt, it involves unspeakable entanglements and backlashes from the unseen world.

"Forget about forming a contract with me," Qin Le said, his tone softening with a hint of persuasion. "Let's think of other ways."

Within his capabilities, Qin Le would not hesitate to lend a helping hand. However, establishing a bloodline contract would be tantamount to indirectly causing the other party's death, and he would never do such a thing.

"But I... I really can't think of any other way right now." The little black dragon smiled bitterly, the light in its eyes completely extinguished, leaving only a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Then take your time to think it over, don't rush." ​​Qin Le tried to comfort him: "You still have thousands of years to live, the future is so long, maybe one day a turning point will appear."

At the same level, the lifespan of demons far exceeds that of humans.

With the little black dragon's cultivation at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement and Dao Integration realm, living for four or five thousand years would not be a problem, while the lifespan of human cultivators at the same realm is usually no more than a thousand years.

In Qin Le's view, a young man in his early twenties, several thousand years is more than enough time to wait for and seek opportunities.

"I...I'll go back and think about it some more."

The little black dragon said nothing more, turned around dejectedly, and slowly disappeared at the end of the tree-lined path with heavy steps.

Watching his lonely figure, Qin Le sighed softly. He couldn't fully understand the little black dragon, or rather, the sense of urgency felt by many of the younger generation of demons.

Why do they seem more anxious and impatient than humans, even though they have a longer lifespan?

Perhaps this is the pressure brought about by the deep-rooted desire for power and purity in the bloodline of the demon race.

Time passed quietly, the sun rose higher, and it was lunchtime.

Qin Le arrived at the cafeteria and met up with several fellow diners. They got their food, sat around a table, and chatted as they ate.

While they were eating, Li Yanran suddenly took something out of her storage artifact and handed it to Wang Zhiheng next to her.

It was a fist-sized piece of metal with a dark golden hue flowing throughout. As soon as it appeared, it exuded an incomparably sharp and chilling aura of killing intent, and even the surrounding air seemed to freeze slightly.

Qin Le recognized it at a glance—the Killing Dao Immortal Gold!

Even in the Celestial Realm, this is an extremely rare and highly sought-after top-tier weapon-refining treasure!

"Here, take this and use it to refine your natal magic weapon," Li Yanran said with a smile, her tone as natural as if she were handing over a glass of water.

Wang Zhiheng looked at the priceless piece of immortal gold before him, paused for a moment, then reached out and took it, nodding: "...Okay."

The gift from his Daoist partner was imbued with deep affection, and he felt it was neither appropriate nor possible to refuse it.

Seeing this, Qin Le couldn't help but laugh out loud, jokingly saying, "Looks like I was wrong before—Old Wang isn't waiting to 'eat from a woman' after his ascension; he's already got a 'golden rice bowl'!"

The others at the table were taken aback at first, but then they all revealed mischievous smiles, their eyes scanning back and forth between Wang Zhiheng and Li Yanran, and the atmosphere immediately became lively.