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After the divine selection ceremony, the news that Qin Le had been accepted as a disciple by the sage spread like wildfire across the internet.

The same message dominated the trending topics lists on major social media platforms:

#The greatest waste in history is chosen by a sage#, #The sage takes on his first disciple#, #Who is the yellow mud in Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness#...

Discussions on related topics have surged at an astonishing rate.

There's nothing we can do. More than five hundred years have passed, and most people believe that beings at the level of saints would never personally descend to the mortal realm to take on disciples—at most, it's the saints' disciples and grand-disciples who come to the mortal world to select successors.

But now, Qin Le, the greatest waste in history with only 1% spiritual affinity, has actually been personally chosen by a saint!

This undoubtedly gave everyone a boost of confidence—it turns out that sages really do accept disciples.

Even knowing that Qin Le's situation was special, and even knowing that they were unlikely to have that kind of luck, once the flame of hope was ignited, it was hard to extinguish.

While the entire internet was abuzz with excitement, the calmest person was Qin Le, the person involved.

Since he didn't even know what that lump of yellow mud was, he couldn't get excited at all.

More than the glory of being chosen by a saint, Qin Le was concerned about what that saint actually wanted to do.

At the same time, Chen Yun was summoned to the dean's office.

The Jade Emperor summoned him personally in his avatar.

The reason is simple—Chen Yun was chosen by a deity, and the one who chose him was the famous God of the Three Altars and Seas, Nezha.

Summoned along with him was Lu Qingshuang, a monstrous girl with 100% spiritual affinity. She had been chosen by the fairy Chang'e.

Being chosen by a deity of this caliber is an extremely rare occurrence.

After all, these famous and renowned deities hold important positions in the heavenly realm and are so busy that they have very little time to teach their disciples.

The vast majority of deities who descend to earth to take on disciples are actually just members of the 100,000 heavenly soldiers in mythology, without even a formal title.

Even so, it was more than enough to teach mortal cultivators who had not yet become immortals.

It can be said that Chen Yun was extremely lucky to be chosen by Nezha—for a deity of that level, whether or not to accept a disciple depends entirely on his mood.

After leaving the dean's office, Chen Yun ran all the way back to the classroom, shouting at the top of his lungs before even entering the door:

"Qin Le—! Help me—!!"

"What's wrong with you?" Qin Le looked up, staring at him with a puzzled expression.

The other people in the classroom also cast curious glances their way.

Without a word, Chen Yun grabbed Qin Le's arm and dragged him outside: "Quick! Come with me to the training room! We'll talk when we get there!"

The two had only rushed out of the classroom a few steps when they bumped into someone in the corridor.

With silver hair and purple eyes, a neat school uniform, and a cool and aloof demeanor, she was none other than the once-in-a-century prodigy, Lu Qingshuang.

Qin Le and Chen Yun wanted to go around them, but Lu Qingshuang reached out and blocked their way.

"Do me a favor." Her voice was calm, but it carried an air of undeniable authority.

Qin Le glanced at Chen Yun, then at Lu Qingshuang, and suddenly realized something: "You two...could it be that you came to me about the same thing?"

Chen Yun was taken aback, while Lu Qingshuang's eyes flickered slightly.

"Why don't we go together?" Qin Le suggested, "so as not to waste time."

"I agree!" Chen Yun immediately raised his hand.

Lu Qingshuang was silent for a moment, then nodded gently: "Okay."

She needed someone's help, so naturally she had no right to be picky.

Inside the cultivation room.

Chen Yun finally revealed the reason he was looking for Qin Le: "The great god Nezha taught me the 'Three Heads and Eight Arms' supernatural power, and he also requires me to master it within a month... Please save me!"

"Helping you is no problem," Qin Le said, looking at him. "But will the Great God Nezha allow you to pass on your supernatural powers?"

This is Qin Le's prerequisite for teaching others—he must first review the contents of the cultivation technique. He could teach freely in the past because those were basic, publicly available spells and supernatural abilities that anyone could learn.

However, having three heads and eight arms is one of Nezha's signature skills, and such supernatural powers are usually strictly forbidden to be passed on to outsiders.

Before Chen Yun could answer, a phantom figure suddenly appeared behind him—clad in red and silver armor, riding on wheels of wind and fire—it was Nezha.

"It's alright."

Nezha's voice was clear and youthful, yet it also carried an undeniable air of authority.

"Since you have been accepted as a disciple by the sage, these supernatural abilities are not a secret to you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed, a ray of red light entering Qin Le's brow.

As a third-generation disciple of a sage, Nezha didn't care at all that Qin Le had learned his signature skills—becoming a disciple of a sage meant that he could access any of the supernatural powers in the Three Realms, as long as he wanted to learn them and was able to learn them.

Qin Le closed his eyes for a moment and had already mastered the operating method of the Three Heads and Eight Arms technique.

He mobilized his spiritual power, attempting to unleash—

The next moment, two semi-transparent heads grew out from his shoulders, and six semi-transparent arms extended from his back, making a total of eight arms when combined with the original two.

But this state only lasted for a brief moment.

Qin Le's spiritual power was instantly drained, and the three-headed, eight-armed phantom also vanished.

Seeing this, Chen Yun was not surprised at all, but Nezha and Lu Qingshuang's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

They had all heard of Qin Le's reputation as having the greatest comprehension throughout history, but seeing it with their own eyes still left them in awe—to be able to unleash such power with only a single glance, even with just a moment of his early-stage Qi Refining cultivation, was enough to astound the world.

"Alright, let's begin." Qin Le said to Chen Yun, "Practice it once by yourself first, and I'll see."

Chen Yun nodded, focused his mind on circulating his spiritual energy, and attempted to cultivate. Lu Qingshuang, standing to the side, wisely refrained from disturbing him—her relationship with Qin Le was far less close than that between Chen Yun and Qin Le.

After Chen Yun's first attempt failed, Qin Le began to guide him step by step. She pointed out the problems, explained the key points, and adjusted the details of the spiritual energy circulation... After she finished speaking, Chen Yun tried again.

Qin Le then turned to look at Lu Qingshuang: "And you?"

Lu Qingshuang took a deep breath: "This is a divine power that the fairy Chang'e passed down to me, called 'Moonlight'."

She raised her hand and pointed, and a ray of silver light fell into Qin Le's brow—she had obtained permission from the fairy Chang'e to pass on this supernatural power to Qin Le.

Qin Le closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, but did not attempt to use it.

Firstly, his spiritual power had not yet recovered, and secondly... he couldn't use this supernatural ability at all.

The Moon's Essence requires a woman's Yin energy to draw upon its power, thereby strengthening herself. Where would Qin Le, a man, get Yin energy?

"Try it first," Qin Le said calmly.

Lu Qingshuang nodded, sat down cross-legged, and began to circulate her internal energy. But after a short while, she frowned and stopped—she had failed.

Qin Le immediately pointed out the problem. After listening, Lu Qingshuang's eyes flashed with understanding, and she began to try again.

More than an hour later, Chen Yun and Lu Qingshuang had both reached the entry-level stage of cultivating the Three Heads and Eight Arms and Moonlight techniques.

Although it's far from being as perfect as Qin Le's, at least it's taken the first step. The rest is about becoming more skilled and proficient.

After school, Qin Le returned home.

Qin Le's mother, Lin Wanrou, was still in the alchemy room. After finishing his dinner, Qin Le returned to his room and his consciousness sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

That lump of yellow mud still floated there quietly, simple and silent, yet exuding an indescribable mystery.

Qin Le looked at it and finally asked the question that had been weighing on her mind all day:

"Who...are you?"

silence.

A long silence.

Just when Qin Le thought he wouldn't get a response, a voice suddenly rang in his mind—

Clear, gentle, with a rhythm that transcends the mundane, so beautiful it makes you feel like you're in a trance.

But the words he uttered left Qin Le frozen in place:

"No respect for elders."

"Call me Mom."