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

In the blink of an eye, the half-month since the opening of the Myriad Treasures Secret Realm has come to an end.

All the cultivators who were still trapped inside were gently pushed out by an invisible force—the secret realm had closed.

"What a pity... I'll have to wait another five years to get in again."

Chen Yun gazed at the slowly closing entrance to the space, his tone filled with lingering satisfaction.

In the past two weeks, their gains, while not earth-shattering, have indeed amounted to a large number of cultivation resources.

After finding nothing at the place of inheritance, they spent the rest of their time in the sacred mountains and mines.

As for the most dangerous battlefield area, they didn't dare to set foot there—the residual power of the battle between Celestial Immortal level experts remained there, which was too dangerous for these young people.

"Alright, you've picked up enough in the last two weeks, be content." Qin Le patted his shoulder.

"Hehe, this is a rare opportunity." Chen Yun rubbed his hands together and laughed.

Chu Xiaonan, Luo Qiuyue, and Lu Qingshuang all wore similar expressions of regret.

Especially Chu Xiaonan—he came from the most ordinary family among the five, and had to earn most of his cultivation resources himself. The gains from this secret realm were of great significance to him.

The others—aside from Qin Le, who was an eccentric and otherworldly individual—all received some help from their families.

"Instead of worrying about the Myriad Treasures Secret Realm, you should go back and adjust your condition," Qin Le reminded him. "Don't forget—the 'Sage's Sermon' is in a few days. That's far more important than these resources."

After the actual college entrance examination, they had a two-month vacation, and nearly a month has now passed.

According to the precedent set more than 300 years ago, the sages in the heavens should have already decided who would descend to earth to preach specifically for their generation.

"Don't worry, I won't forget," Chen Yun said with a smile.

Chu Xiaonan, Luo Qiuyue, and Lu Qingshuang all nodded in agreement—unlike Qin Le, they didn't have a saint by their side at all times.

This opportunity to listen to the sage preach may very well be the only one they will ever have in their lives.

At this moment, Chen Yun suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Qin Le seriously:

"By the way, Qin Le... now that you've 'comprehended the Dao of Immortality,' does that mean you... can also 'preach' to others?"

Upon hearing this, the other three also turned their attention to Qin Le.

Preaching is not exclusive to sages—even Golden Immortals who have comprehended the Dao possess the foundation for preaching, but their effectiveness is far inferior to that of sages.

Although Qin Le's direct combat strength is not as good as theirs, he is essentially a being who has comprehended the Dao of Immortality, and is fully qualified to preach the Dao to others.

"Theoretically... it should be possible," Qin Le thought for a moment, "but I haven't tried it."

"Dad—! My dear father—!! Please give me a lecture sometime—!!!"

Without saying a word, Chen Yun rushed forward in front of everyone and hugged Qin Le's leg, shouting with deep affection.

He and Qin Le were close friends and family, like father and son—at this moment, nothing could stop his determination to cling to this powerful figure.

Chu Xiaonan, Luo Qiuyue, and Lu Qingshuang all twitched at the corners of their mouths as they watched Chen Yun's shameless behavior.

But I have to admit... he's right.

Qin Le certainly has the qualifications.

The passersby initially looked at Chen Yun with disdain, but when they heard the second half of his sentence and saw that he was holding Qin Le, their expressions changed instantly—many people even secretly envied him: he really managed to grab onto a powerful figure.

After all, for the vast majority of cultivators, the opportunity to receive guidance from a celestial being, let alone a sage preaching, is extremely rare. If a celestial being could personally preach, many would be willing to give their all.

After all, resources can be saved up again.

"Aren't you afraid Uncle Chen will beat you up if he finds out?"

Qin Le looked down at Chen Yun, who was hanging on her lap, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I've known this guy for so many years and I know he's shameless, but to this extent... this is truly the first time I've seen it.

"Let them beat you up, they won't kill you anyway."

Chen Yun stood up nonchalantly—he was already used to being beaten by his father.

"Alright, alright." Qin Le shook his head with a smile: "I'll try to explain it to you guys when I have time."

He was also curious—what effect would his sermons have?

After everyone returned home, Qin Le had just opened the door when he saw his mother, Lin Wanrou, sporting... fluorescent green hair.

Then, in the blink of an eye, her hair color turned a deep blue—even her eyebrows and eyelashes changed color in sync.

Hearing the noise, Lin Wanrou turned around and said with a smile, "Our son is back?"

"Mom, did you successfully develop that hair coloring pill?" Qin Le asked curiously, looking at her hair.

"It seems to be a success so far." Lin Wanrou walked over and casually popped a pill into Qin Le's mouth. "I just don't know if there will be any side effects. Here, help Mom try the medicine..."

The elixir melts instantly upon entering the mouth.

Qin Le's hair instantly turned snow-white, and her eyebrows and eyelashes were also stained with frost.

For Lin Wanrou, her son was the perfect test subject for drugs—the effects of the drugs were short-lasting and the side effects would appear quickly, making it easier for her to make subsequent adjustments.

"You really are my mother." Qin Le said helplessly, "I just got back and you're already using me as a test subject... This is for you."

He took out a storage bag and handed it over.

"What is this?" Lin Wanrou asked, taking the item.

"When I went to the secret realm with Chen Yun and the others, they gave me some spiritual plants—all for alchemy," Qin Le explained.

"You're just a tourist and you still get to get some stuff?" Lin Wanrou was a little surprised.

In her view, her son's visit to the Myriad Treasures Secret Realm was purely for leisure—after all, the things there were basically useless to him.

"They insisted on giving it to me, I couldn't refuse," Qin Le said, shrugging.

"Alright, let me see what they have."

Lin Wanrou used her divine sense to probe into the storage bag, but soon, she frowned slightly, took out a piece of spirit ginseng that was about the length of an arm and of ordinary quality, and examined it carefully.

Seeing her unusual expression, Qin Le leaned closer: "Is there anything special about this ginseng?"

Lin Wanrou didn't answer, but instead looked up and called out, "Master, please take a look at this."

A palm-sized illusory image of a young girl appeared above her head—the very same alchemy maiden under the tutelage of Laozi. The illusory image drifted closer to the spiritual ginseng, observed it intently for a moment, and then suddenly smiled softly:

"Can't you tell?"

"I can't tell," Lin Wanrou shook her head, "but something just feels... off."

Upon hearing this, Qin Le also looked curiously at the seemingly ordinary ginseng—if even her mother couldn't see through it, this thing was probably not as simple as it appeared.

But thinking about it, it's normal. These young people have limited experience. Even a top-notch alchemist like their mother had to consult her knowledgeable master who followed Laozi. It's perfectly normal that they couldn't recognize her back then.

The illusory image of the young girl floated back onto Lin Wanrou's shoulder, her tone tinged with amusement:

"You guys really struck gold..."