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

In the blink of an eye, two days have passed since the actual college entrance examination.

That noon, the league's official website simultaneously released two major announcements:

Article 1: The university departments of the three major immortal cultivation academies—the Heavenly Court, the Confucian Academy, and the Three Pure Ones—will be merged before the enrollment of this year's freshmen to form a joint immortal cultivation academy in the mortal realm.

Article 2: Effective immediately, a two-way exchange channel is officially opened between the human race and the demon race. The demon race will send three hundred exchange students to the joint academy to cultivate together with the younger generation of humans and promote mutual progress.

The announcement caused an uproar across the internet.

Social media platforms were instantly flooded with related topics—"What does the merger of the colleges mean?"

What is the exchange student association for demons like?

Will our resources be taken away?

"..."

The discussion has reached unprecedented levels of enthusiasm.

Qin Le saw these two messages while scrolling through his phone, his expression calm—these arrangements had already been communicated to him by the Jade Emperor when he discussed compensation with him.

He didn't care, but some people were excited.

For example, Chen Yun received a message immediately:

Chen Yun: Have you read the announcement?

Qin Le: I saw it.

Chen Yun: Hehe, the era of fake animal-eared girls is over, real animal-eared girls are coming!

Qin Le: Not only are there animal-eared girls, but also animal-eared boys.

Chen Yun: Oh right! There must be men too... Wait, Qin Le, are you implying something?

Qin Le: I mean, do you not know much about the demon race?

Chen Yun: Huh? Why do you ask that?

Qin Le: Demons need to undergo a transformation tribulation to transform into human form. How many of the demons who come to school do you think have already completed their tribulation?

Chen Yun: Holy crap! There's such a setting?!

Clearly, Chen Yun was completely unaware of this.

That's not surprising—the textbooks didn't mention it. Qin Le knew it was because he used to spend his free time in the library, reading through many obscure classics.

Moreover, for the demon race, the transformation tribulation is an optional process. After passing it, apart from being able to freely change their appearance, there are not many substantial benefits. Therefore, many demons simply don't bother to undergo it.

Even in the celestial realm, more than half of the demon race retains their original forms.

Chen Yun: Are you free now?

Qin Le: You seem pretty free, what's up?

Chen Yun: Chu Xiaonan asked me to help him forge a magic weapon. We were just about to go buy the materials together. Do you want to come along?

Qin Le: Okay, where do we meet?

Chen Yun: Main entrance of the Cultivation Commercial Street.

Qin Le: I'll be there soon.

After replying to the message, Qin Le got up, changed her clothes, and went out.

At the entrance to the commercial street, Chen Yun and Chu Xiaonan were already waiting under the archway. The three met up and walked side by side into the bustling market.

"So," Qin Le looked at Chu Xiaonan, "what kind of magical artifact are you planning to forge?"

Chu Xiaonan grinned, his eyes shining: "It has to be—a double-edged trident."

His worship of Erlang Shen was deeply ingrained.

Qin Le chuckled: "I feel... if you were to ascend to the Heavenly Realm, you would definitely shamelessly pester Erlang Shen to take you as his disciple."

"No, I won't." Chu Xiaonan shook her head. "I will definitely become his disciple, but I will never disturb him... uh, I mean, I won't disturb his peaceful cultivation."

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to call him 'old man'?" Chen Yun interjected. "Although immortals are all quite old, they are all immortal beings."

Chu Xiaonan was taken aback: "You're right... 'old man' is indeed inappropriate."

The three chatted and laughed, having already purchased everything they needed from a long-established building materials shop. As they walked out of the shop, Chen Yun suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, the Myriad Treasures Secret Realm opens tomorrow. Are you guys going?"

"We have to go!" Chu Xiaonan responded immediately.

The Myriad Treasures Secret Realm that Chen Yun spoke of is the place of greatest opportunity that mortal cultivators yearn for.

It contains countless treasures—lost supernatural powers, rare spiritual materials, ancient inheritances… and even divine legacies.

Many of the treasures circulating on Immortal Street originate from the Myriad Treasures Secret Realm.

This secret realm is opened by the Jade Emperor himself every five years, lasting for half a month. During this time, there are no restrictions on age, cultivation level, or status; all cultivators can enter to seek opportunities.

The only rule is that killing each other is forbidden.

"Qin Le, what about you?"

Chen Yun looked at Qin Le. Chu Xiaonan also cast a curious glance at him.

They knew very well that the ordinary opportunities in the secret realm did not hold much appeal for Qin Le—his path of cultivation was different from that of ordinary people.

"Sure, let's go." Qin Le smiled. "I've got nothing better to do anyway."

"Alright, it will open tomorrow afternoon. Let's meet at the entrance of the secret realm," Chen Yun said.

Qin Le and Chu Xiaonan agreed at the same time.

The three then purchased a batch of supplies needed for the secret realm in the commercial street—healing pills, protective talismans, and a positioning compass…

While the Myriad Treasures Secret Realm isn't extremely dangerous, it's still quite perilous. Even a Celestial Immortal could perish there if they're careless and underestimate their opponents. Since the three of them weren't particularly strong or weak, they naturally needed to be well-prepared.

Although Qin Le possesses the spatial immortal path, ensuring the safety of the three should not be a major issue, no one can be certain whether an accident will occur, so it's always good to be prepared.

After finishing their shopping, just as they were about to go home, Chen Yun suddenly took out a storage bag and handed it to Qin Le:

"Inside is the flesh and blood of that domain lord. Auntie should be able to use it for alchemy..."

When dissecting the domain lord's corpse, Chen Yun's family specifically collected all the flesh and blood—top-tier materials for alchemists; the bones, hides, and other parts were kept for weapon forging. The distribution was clear and straightforward.

"Thanks." Qin Le accepted it without much formality.

It's better to accept a friend's kindness without hesitation.

Back home, Lin Wanrou was nowhere to be seen in the living room. Qin Le walked straight through the protective array of the alchemy room and pushed open the door.

Inside the room, Lin Wanrou sat cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace. Her left hand held the fire-controlling hand seal steadily, while her right hand held a fruit the size of a green date, shimmering with emerald light.

And her hair... was currently fading to pink, with the ends even faintly glowing.

"Son, is something wrong?" Lin Wanrou asked without turning her head.

"Chen Yun gave the Domain Lord his flesh and blood, and I'm bringing it to you," Qin Le said, about to step forward.

"etc--"

Lin Wanrou suddenly threw the fruit into the stove, and the fire blazed up! The next second, she jumped up:

"Run!"

She grabbed Qin Le's arm and dragged him out of the alchemy room, through the protective array—

boom! ! !

A muffled thud came from behind, and the entire villa shook. If it weren't for the protective array, this house would probably have been blown to smithereens.

"Tsk." Lin Wanrou patted the ash off her clothes, lost in thought. "One Green Yin Fruit... is still too much."

"Here are the materials. Take your time studying them." Qin Le handed her the storage bag. "I'm going back to my room to cultivate."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Lin Wanrou casually put the bag into her storage ring, her mind clearly already back on the pill formula.

Qin Le turned and left, and behind him, he could faintly hear Lin Wanrou muttering:

"Next time, how about half a pill... or a quarter of a pill...?"