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

Upon hearing Nuwa's words, the owner of the voice seemed to sigh helplessly:

"Okay, wait a moment."

Then the sound disappeared.

Less than half a minute later, the voice rang out again: "Okay, here you go."

"So slow," the little clay figure Nuwa muttered disdainfully.

She flashed in front of Qin Le, stretched out her small hand, and gently touched Qin Le's brow.

A streak of light disappeared into it.

"Let's see if you can learn it," Nuwa said with a smile.

"it is good."

Qin Le responded, calmed his mind, and began to comprehend the newly transmitted method.

Upon first contact, he was stunned—this method was not conveyed through words, but rather through some more profound transmission of ideas. This was not surprising; he had experienced the same thing when he studied the laws of heaven and earth.

What truly surprised him was that this newly created cultivation method was even more profound than the Great Dao!

Even with Qin Le's comprehension, he couldn't grasp all the profound mysteries at a glance.

He calmed his mind and focused his attention, carefully contemplating the meaning.

More than three hours later, Qin Le finally grasped the basic principles of how this method worked and began his first attempt at cultivation.

Under his deliberate guidance, the power of the Great Dao, which was originally completely out of control, was finally slowly stirred and began to operate along the path described in the Dharma.

Controlling even this sliver of the power of the Great Dao almost exhausted Qin Le's entire mind, making it extremely difficult.

But once this wisp of power completed its cycle, the exhausted mind was instantly restored—even more abundant and solid than before.

Qin Le slowly exhaled and looked at Nuwa: "This method... is truly difficult."

Although he can follow the instructions, he is still far from truly mastering them.

The little clay figure Nuwa floated over, ruffled his hair, and laughed:

"It would be good enough if you could even learn it. The things fortune tellers make are completely incomprehensible to other people."

Qin Le then remembered the conversation from earlier and couldn't help but ask, "I was just about to ask, who exactly is that 'fortune teller'?"

"Oh," Nuwa said casually, "it's Fuxi."

"..."

Qin Le was speechless for a moment.

The legendary god Fuxi was described by Nuwa as a fortune teller... This left him with very mixed feelings.

However, for some reason, his mouth moved faster than his brain, and he blurted out:

"So you're... someone who plays in the mud?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Qin Le regretted them.

Sure enough, the little clay figure Nuwa revealed an extremely kind smile:

"Little Lele, it seems you think normal cultivation is too slow and prefer to use the Great Dao Hammer to speed things up, right?"

As she spoke, the silver hammer materialized in her hand once more.

"Mother Nuwa! My dear mother! I'm sorry! I misspoke! I apologize!"

As Qin Le retreated quickly, he lamented inwardly, "Why can't I control my mouth?"

"Enough talk—take this!"

Nuwa appeared in front of him in a flash, and the hammer fell mercilessly.

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

At this moment, Fuxi's voice rang out:

"What the little kid said isn't wrong, isn't it? You're just someone who plays in the mud, aren't you?"

"Shut up, you fortune teller!"

"Young man, you're just telling the truth. Is it really necessary to be so ruthless?" Another unfamiliar voice chimed in.

"Who gives you the right to talk to me when you're playing with fire!"

"This little guy looks like he's in a lot of pain, should we give him some painkillers?" a gentle voice asked with concern.

"Keep it for yourself! My son isn't like you, taking medicine indiscriminately!"

The little clay figure Nuwa snorted in annoyance.

None of those companions were normal—three emperors constantly referred to themselves as "朕" (Zhen, the imperial emperor) or "寡人" (Guaren, the lonely emperor); one did nothing but forge iron and fight; the remaining three were either fortune tellers or playing with fire, and one of them was taking random medications.

None of them are reliable.

While Qin Le was suffering in his sea of ​​consciousness, on the secret grassland, the students were practicing the Myriad Spirits Returning to One Formation intensively.

"Third team! Your advance is too slow! If you dawdle like this in actual combat, the key player in the formation will be killed!"

"Team One! You're in the wrong positions! Remember your spots!"

"Second team! When handing over the battle flag, pass it directly to the person replacing you!"

"Chen Yun! Don't be in such a rush!"

"Lu Qingshuang! Wait until Chu Xiaonan has fully taken over before leaving!"

"..."

Luo Qiuyue's voice echoed across the grassland. She was busy directing the entire operation and also responsible for the core control of the formation.

She simply divided the three academies into three teams: the Heavenly Academy, the Three Pure Ones Academy, and the Confucian Academy. When the three core members of the formation rotated, the corresponding spiritual energy supply team would also change accordingly.

At first, mistakes kept happening—wrong positioning, chaotic rhythm, and mishandling... Even Lu Qingshuang, Chen Yun, and Chu Xiaonan couldn't help but make mistakes.

However, under Luo Qiuyue's methodical command, mistakes gradually decreased.

After more than five hours of continuous drills, the operation and rotation of the formation have begun to take shape. Although it is not yet smooth, at least there will be no fatal gaps in the connection.

In Luo Qiuyue's view, this was far from enough. She did not expect these people to be as uniform as soldiers who had been trained for many years, but at least they had to be skilled, stable, and fluent.

Outside the secret realm, in the spectator stands.

Watching Luo Qiuyue bustling about, the alliance leaders became increasingly satisfied.

"Your Majesty, this girl... truly deserves special attention and cultivation," a high-ranking official couldn't help but say to the Jade Emperor.

"He is indeed a promising talent; his temperament, abilities, and overall perspective are all excellent."

"Does Your Majesty not consider giving her some special resources?"

"..."

Once someone started, others followed suit. In their view, a multi-talented genius like Luo Qiuyue truly deserved to receive preferential treatment in terms of resources.

Nowadays, the league emphasizes fairness in nurturing young people—it won't give them more resources just because they have a high affinity with the spirit.

From elementary school to high school, everyone has the same basic cultivation resources; the difference lies more in family background.

Even families with wealthy members can only provide limited additional resources for their children—the league strictly controls this.

Unless you're like Qin Le, whose parents are top-notch alchemists and can make whatever pills you need yourself.

However, such cases are extremely rare—the materials for alchemy are expensive, and alchemists in the mortal world are not exactly wealthy.

However, if one could continuously develop elixirs with special effects like Qin Le's mother, Lin Wanrou, one could also continuously provide resources for one's child.

There is only one Lin Wanrou in the mortal world.

What Luo Qiuyue displayed was not only talent, but also rare coordination and leadership skills. These may be even more valuable than mere individual combat prowess on the future battlefield against chaos.

The Jade Emperor quietly watched the busy figure in the light screen, a barely perceptible hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything, only gently stroking the armrest, as if he was weighing something.