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

The next day, Qin Le went to find the Jade Emperor and reported the number of Enlightenment Tea leaves that his friends needed.

Upon hearing the rather astonishing total, the Jade Emperor raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he did not ask further questions, simply nodding and saying, "Alright. I will have the celestial official on duty lead you to the Heavenly Treasury; you can take what you need yourself."

The quantity Qin Le requested was close to one-third of the total amount of Enlightenment Tea stored in the Heavenly Court's treasury.

If it were anyone else, even the Jade Emperor himself, he would need to provide a sufficiently compelling reason and undergo multiple layers of approval.

But since it was Qin Le who spoke, the reason became something that didn't need to be mentioned.

Given Qin Le's current contributions to the Three Realms and his special status, he possesses this almost unlimited trust and authority.

Even if he asked for everything, the Jade Emperor would probably agree and let him move it.

Guided by the celestial official, Qin Le successfully retrieved the full amount of tea from the treasure-filled storeroom and sealed it in a specially made jade box.

Then, he also processed the travel permits for Chen Yun, Chu Xiaonan and others to visit their relatives in the mortal realm. If they were to go through these procedures themselves, given the surge in visits due to the ceasefire, it would probably be quite a hassle.

Upon receiving the Enlightenment Tea and the license stamped with the Heavenly Court's seal, the group was overjoyed, but their gazes toward Qin Le also held a hint of curiosity.

"Old Qin, aren't you going down to take a look this time?" Chen Yun asked casually as he took his share.

Qin Le smiled and shook his head: "I can't get away right now, let's talk about it later when I have time."

"Okay, let's go back and check on our home first." Chen Yun nodded knowingly and didn't ask any more questions.

The others understood without questioning why.

They all knew that the current peace in the heavens was just a facade, and that the higher-ups were definitely making preparations in earnest.

Given their strength and level, they are not yet able to access those core plans.

Given Qin Le's special status, it's perfectly normal for him to know some inside information that they don't.

Moreover, Qin Le is capable of creating resurrection points, a rule that reverses the game. In any future major battles or unforeseen events, he will inevitably play a crucial role, so it is only natural that he cannot leave his post.

After watching them descend to the mortal realm through the special passage, Qin Le turned around and slowly strolled back to his temporary residence in the small courtyard.

As soon as I reached the courtyard gate, I saw a figure in a white outfit standing there quietly.

The newcomer was not wearing a mask, but possessed stunning beauty and an aloof demeanor imbued with the authority of someone long accustomed to a high position. It was none other than Li Jiuyuan.

"Senior Jiuyuan, do you need to see Mother Nuwa for something?" Qin Le asked with a smile as he pushed open the courtyard gate without stopping.

Li Jiuyuan's residence was right next door. She was usually in seclusion, focusing all her efforts on breaking through to the Saintly Rank, and rarely showed her face.

Qin Le had long been used to the fact that almost every time she came to Nuwa, it was to ask her about cultivation difficulties.

"Yes, there are indeed some difficulties. I would like to ask Mother for some advice." Li Jiuyuan nodded slightly and followed Qin Le into the elegant courtyard.

The two sat down in the stone pavilion in the courtyard. Li Jiuyuan glanced at Qin Le and casually asked, "Why don't you take this opportunity to go back to the mortal realm and see your family?"

"No rush." ​​Qin Le poured two cups of tea and said with a smile, "There's plenty of time in the future."

Upon hearing this, Li Jiuyuan stopped asking questions and took a small sip of tea.

At this moment, a tiny clay figure, Nuwa, about the size of a palm, popped out from above Qin Le's head. With a light leap, it landed on Li Jiuyuan's hair bun and found a comfortable spot to sit down.

"Little Nine Kite~ What trouble have you encountered again? Tell Mommy." The little clay figure Nuwa swung her feet affectionately.

"Mother, it's like this..."

Li Jiuyuan put down her teacup, her expression respectful and serious, and began to describe in detail the several obscure and difficult points she encountered during the process of engraving the name.

Nuwa listened patiently, occasionally interjecting to explain things in a simple and easy-to-understand way, using metaphors or directly pointing out the key points, to answer Li Jiuyuan's questions one by one.

Her guidance often gets straight to the point, clearing away the fog in just a few words and giving Li Jiuyuan a sense of sudden enlightenment.

Qin Le sat quietly to the side, seemingly casual, but actually listening very attentively.

Although the path to sainthood has been severed, and the unique challenges Li Jiuyuan encountered in achieving sainthood are not directly related to him, the great principles of the Dao can be applied to other situations.

It's always good to listen and learn more; you can never have too much knowledge.

This inquiry took up most of the day.

Once all doubts were dispelled, Li Jiuyuan felt her mind clear and her path ahead suddenly opened up. A relieved and joyful smile appeared on her face as she rose and solemnly bowed.

"Thank you for your explanation, Mother. I have benefited greatly. I will now return to continue my seclusion."

"Go on, go on!" The little clay figure Nuwa jumped from her head back onto Qin Le's head, waving her little hand: "Go for it! Mommy is waiting for the good news of your sainthood!"

"Jiuyuan will do her best to live up to her mother's expectations."

Li Jiuyuan bowed again before turning around and leaving Qin Le's courtyard with light steps, returning to her own residence next door.

Only Qin Le remained in the pavilion, along with the tiny clay figure the size of a palm above his head.

The little clay figure of Nuwa sat on Qin Le's hair and suddenly spoke, her tone carrying a hint of probing: "Little Lele, after listening for so long, do you... have any thoughts on this?"

"Thoughts?" Qin Le was taken aback by the question, blinking blankly. "What thoughts?"

Seeing his completely unfocused and overly passive attitude, the little clay figure Nuwa was speechless and pouted:

"Fine, never mind."

After saying that, a flash of light appeared, and it retracted into Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness.

When she was instructing Li Jiuyuan just now, it seemed that she was only addressing the problem of becoming a saint. In fact, her words also contained many profound principles applicable to higher levels of cultivation and touching the origin of the Great Dao. She may have been trying to give Qin Le some pointers.

Unexpectedly, the kid listened attentively but didn't connect the words to himself at all, and didn't realize that those words were also enlightening for him.

This lazy and unambitious attitude left Nuwa both amused and exasperated.

After bearing the karmic consequences of all beings and severing his own path to sainthood, Qin Le was indeed no longer destined to attain sainthood.

But this does not mean that his path of cultivation ends at the Quasi-Saint level.

In the future, he will still have the opportunity to reach a wider world, and even reach a height comparable to Nuwa and other pioneers who left the Three Realms.

However, how far this path can go ultimately depends on whether Qin Le himself has the ambition and understanding.

Qin Le scratched his head, not giving much thought to Nuwa's last seemingly nonsensical remark and her sudden disappearance.

The holy position is no longer relevant to him; thinking about it is pointless and only adds to his troubles.

In his mind, if he could cultivate steadily to the level of Quasi-Saint in the future, he would have the support of two super powerful figures: Nuwa and Li Jiuyuan, who was about to become a Saint.

Within the Three Realms, what trouble can't be solved?

As for pursuing that elusive and unattainable strongest?

He currently lacks that motivation and obsession.

Seeing that it was still early, Qin Le got up, strolled out of the courtyard, and planned to wander around.

Before I knew it, I had wandered to the familiar Fairy Lake again.

From afar, one could see the well-built, smiling Kitchen God, who had already lit a red clay charcoal stove, with a bubbling soup pot on it, its aroma wafting out faintly.

He sat calmly by the lake, fishing rod in hand, already in the state of Jiang Taigong.

However, today, only the Kitchen God is present; the God of Wealth and other deities are nowhere to be seen.

"Hey, little guy, you've followed the scent again?" The Kitchen God heard the footsteps and knew who it was without turning around, and teased him with a smile.

"This junior has disturbed your peace and quiet again, senior." Qin Le smiled and bowed.

He skillfully took out his small stool and fishing gear from his personal storage space and found a good spot to sit down next to the Kitchen God.

"Same as always." The Kitchen God smiled and pointed his fishing rod at the calm lake surface: "How much you can eat today depends on your own skills. Whatever you catch, that's what we'll cook."

Ever since he was first lured over by the aroma of barbecue, Qin Le shamelessly came every few days to sample the Kitchen God's cooking skills.

Of course, he wasn't just eating for free; he followed the unwritten rule of eating as much as he caught—mainly to take advantage of the Kitchen God's ability to turn the rotten into the magical.

"Don't worry, senior." Qin Le said confidently as he skillfully baited and cast his line, "I have a feeling today that the harvest will be quite substantial!"

"Huh?" The Kitchen God couldn't help but laugh out loud, teasing, "You've said that at least ten times this month. And what's the result? Every single time you end up empty-handed. Your 'profound' good fortune seems to be less effective when it comes to fishing, huh?"

"Ahem..." Qin Le, his secret exposed, felt a little embarrassed. He coughed twice, trying to save face: "Today... today is definitely different! I can feel it, the fish are calling me!"

For a whole month, he came full of hope each time, only to leave empty-handed each time, without even catching a single fish scale.

Not only did Qin Le find this strange, but even the Kitchen God was puzzled.

Logically speaking, given the immense merit Qin Le possesses, even if the fish weren't actively jumping onto the hook, they shouldn't be in this state of complete isolation.