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"Qin Le, I'm sorry."

After Li Yanran entered the Hundred Flower Fairy's test, Wang Zhiheng turned around, looked at Qin Le with a serious expression, and solemnly apologized.

Qin Le was somewhat surprised, but quickly smiled and said, "I accept your apology."

"Thank you." Wang Zhiheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking back now, he realizes that his actions towards Qin Le were nothing more than the venting of his incompetence—the one who truly humiliated him and trampled on his dignity was Luo Qiuyue. Just because she mentioned Qin Le, he transferred all his hatred onto Qin Le, as if the root of everything was Qin Le.

As Luo Qiuyue said, he liked the wrong person. Similarly, he hated the wrong person; the person he should really hate is Luo Qiuyue.

Before his defeat to Luo Qiuyue, he still harbored fantasies about her, so he poured all his resentment and anger onto Qin Le.

It wasn't until that battle that he truly woke up and saw his past narrow-mindedness and folly.

An apology may not have much practical effect, but he has to say it.

Qin Le's acceptance also means that he has already let go of the past entanglements. At the same time, it is also telling Wang Zhiheng: there is no need to hold a grudge about it anymore.

"Let bygones be bygones," Qin Le said casually, then asked, "Do you have any divine opportunities you're looking for?"

"There really is." Wang Zhiheng nodded.

"Tell me, who is it?"

"A deity named Chen Anning."

"Hmm?" Qin Le looked at him with some surprise: "Not one of those famous immortals?"

This is not common—after all, most people would prioritize the lineage of renowned masters.

"He was my master's sworn brother," Wang Zhiheng said with a smile. "So my master asked me... to 'inherit his legacy'."

The deity who chose Wang Zhiheng was named Ye Chongxiao. He was not a particularly important figure in the Heavenly Realm, but merely one of many divine generals. However, this inheritance carried a sense of entrustment.

"Sure," Qin Le snapped his fingers. "Let's go!"

He put his arm around Wang Zhiheng's shoulder, and the space shifted—

The next moment, the two were standing in front of Chen Anning's stone statue.

Upon seeing Qin Le, Chen Anning on the stone statue immediately displayed a look of disgust:

"Didn't I tell you to run away? Why are you back again?"

Before Qin Le could speak, a palm-sized phantom appeared on Wang Zhiheng's shoulder—it was a man wearing the same armor as Chen Anning, none other than Ye Chongxiao.

"Alright, he's the most insightful person in history, so stop being so sour," Ye Chongxiao's illusory figure said, arms crossed, in a teasing tone.

"Who, who's being jealous?!" Chen Anning immediately retorted, "How could I be jealous? Am I that kind of person?!"

He absolutely refused to admit that he had actually felt a little bit...unbalanced just now.

"Enough with the nonsense." Ye Chongxiao's illusory figure waved his hand. "This is my disciple. Hurry up and bring out your best stuff as a gift."

He spoke with such self-righteousness, as if using his brother's inheritance to support his apprentice was a perfectly natural thing to do.

"What the hell! Old Ye, have you no shame?!" Chen Anning's eyes widened. "I'm dead and you still expect me to give you a 'meeting gift'?"

Ye Chongxiao laughed heartily: "I'm not quite dead yet! Besides, you're quite wealthy, what's wrong with giving me a little something as a greeting gift?"

"Get lost! You want a gift? Fine—pass my test first!"

"How stingy." Ye Chongxiao's illusory figure glanced disdainfully at his old friend, then turned to Wang Zhiheng and said, "Disciple, go! Drain this miserly guy's pockets!"

Wang Zhiheng suppressed a laugh and reached out to touch the stone statue.

As the light and shadow shifted, his figure vanished.

Qin Le watched this scene, shook his head and chuckled, then turned to continue his leisurely stroll—while also reading the biographical sketches of these fallen heroes.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

Those who had entered the trial of inheritance returned one after another. Qin Le was already waiting by the exit leading to other areas, leaning against a stone pillar with his eyes closed to rest.

"I'm truly impressed, that test was way too difficult!"

Chen Yun's voice drifted over from afar, filled with deep frustration. He walked over to Qin Le, plopped down next to her, and his face was full of resentment.

During the trial, he tried thousands of times—at most, he could only carve five spirit patterns on the ordinary iron sword blank, while Yun Zhongzi's requirement was ten.

Failure was inevitable.

Not only Chen Yun, but also Chu Xiaonan, Luo Qiuyue, and Lu Qingshuang, who came later, had similar expressions of disappointment on their faces.

They all failed the test and did not get the opportunity they had been dreaming of.

"If it weren't difficult, would this place be so deserted?" Qin Le opened his eyes and asked with a smile.

During the divine selection ceremony, the gods will also take into account various factors such as talent, temperament, and character.

But the test of inheritance is different—there are no exceptions, only rigid standards. If you can't pass them, you can't pass them.

Upon hearing this, Chen Yun and the others could only smile wryly and accept reality.

"Let's go," Qin Le said, standing up. "To the next place."

The five people left the inheritance area, passed through the light gate, and entered the ruins.

Before me stood a dilapidated mountain gate. On the broken plaque, only a blurry character for "cloud" remained, making it difficult to discern the sect's full name.

As soon as they entered the ruins, they saw a middle-aged man engrossed in dismantling an old wooden door—clearly a treasure hunter who had entered earlier than them.

The man noticed the commotion, glanced up at them, and said casually:

"What are you looking at? First come, first served. Don't you know the rules?"

After saying that, he continued to focus on dismantling the door, completely ignoring the young men.

Qin Le and the others exchanged silent glances and walked past him deeper into the ruins—of course they wouldn't try to snatch things from a powerful Earth Immortal, especially since they couldn't possibly win.

Lu Qingshuang, the highest-ranking among the five, was only at the late stage of Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness.

"That gate... what exactly is it?" After walking a short distance, Chu Xiaonan couldn't help but look back, asking curiously, "Even a powerful Earth Immortal is so interested?"

Chen Yun stroked his chin, pondering for a moment: "If I'm not mistaken... it should be Heavenly Spirit Wood."

"Heavenly Spirit Wood?!" Chu Xiaonan, Luo Qiuyue, and Lu Qingshuang all showed surprise at the same time.

Only Qin Le remained calm—he had never been particularly interested in these rare and precious materials.

They had naturally heard of the Heavenly Spirit Wood. It was an extremely special material—it could neither be used for refining weapons nor for making medicine or elixirs.

Its sole purpose is as fuel.

However, fire fueled by Heavenly Spirit Wood can significantly improve the quality of both elixir refining and weapon forging. In the mortal realm, this is an extremely scarce resource.

If that gate made of Heavenly Spirit Wood were completely dismantled and sent to an auction house... it could easily fetch a price of over 100 million spirit stones.

After all, alchemists and weapon refiners are much wealthier than other cultivators.