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

Two days of school have passed in the blink of an eye.

In those short forty-eight hours, the faculty and students of the university department deeply felt the weight of the Jade Emperor's words on the day the school started—

The demon race really came for Qin Le.

Basically, wherever Qin Le appears, the demon students will appear in neat rows. They have even clashed several times in order to get closer to Qin Le.

This incident left the academy's teachers and even the alliance's higher-ups somewhat bewildered—they had been worried that the students from the two races would clash, and had specifically warned the human students to be restrained and tolerant after the start of the semester.

Who would have thought that before the two races even started fighting, the demon race itself was already embroiled in internal conflict.

However, considering the strength of these demon students, the alliance leaders suddenly understood—of the three hundred demon exchange students selected by Ye Li, the weakest was at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement and Dao Integration realm, and nearly half of them had reached the peak of the Void Refinement and Dao Integration realm.

More importantly, they are all recognized geniuses in their respective groups, proud and arrogant, and none of them are willing to submit to the others.

Before a leader emerges with overwhelming power and the ability to command respect, it will be difficult for them to establish discipline and organization.

At noon, Qin Le, Chen Yun, and Chu Xiaonan had just finished lunch when a teacher called them over:

"Qin Le, the dean requests your presence."

Upon entering the dean's office, Qin Le immediately spotted a bespectacled woman bent over her desk reviewing documents.

He naturally recognized her—Shen Qingyan, the dean of the university department, the minister of the alliance's education department, and also his cousin who was ten years his senior. The two would meet a few times every year, so they weren't strangers.

"Please sit down."

Hearing the noise, Shen Qingyan said something without looking up, her pen still rapidly annotating the document.

After about ten minutes, she finally put down her pen and looked up at Qin Le.

"I called you here for a small matter." She got straight to the point, without any pleasantries: "You're in charge of settling the infighting among the demon students."

Qin Le sighed helplessly, "I would like to intervene, but they won't listen to me."

If he could, he wouldn't want those demons to fight each other so often.

The problem is—they simply won't listen to advice.

Even with Qin Le's current strength, he couldn't suppress this group of demon race geniuses at the Refinement of Void and Integration of Dao realms. Even if he called up all the human students in the school, the outcome would only be fifty-fifty.

After all, the three hundred demon students were at least at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement and Dao Integration realm, while fewer than fifty of the human students had reached that level.

If it weren't for the support of external objects such as formations, magical artifacts, and talismans, and relying solely on cultivation level to fight head-on, the human race would probably have been crushed to the point of being nothing.

"The alliance has granted you the highest level of access," Shen Qingyan said calmly. "As long as you can organize and discipline them, you can mobilize any force and use any means necessary."

This was a unanimous decision made by the alliance's top leadership after discussions regarding the internal strife within the demon race.

"In that case..." Qin Le raised an eyebrow, "Anyone could do it, right?"

"You can give them benefits." Shen Qingyan went straight to the point.

"Alright then." Qin Le smiled, stood up, and said, "I'm going to get back to work."

With the alliance's authorization, things become much simpler. If all else fails, he can even bring over a powerful expert from the alliance to talk to them about force first, and then reason with them.

However, he did not want to resort to violence unless absolutely necessary.

As soon as Qin Le stepped out of the dean's office, he saw a golden eagle with a wingspan of nearly three meters and its body wrapped in fine electric light circling low in the distance.

He thought for a moment, then waved to it.

A hint of doubt flashed in the golden eagle's eyes, but it still flapped its wings and flew over, hovering in front of Qin Le, with crackling electricity between its wings.

"I need your help," Qin Le said. "Call all of you to assemble on the playground. I have a few questions for you."

The golden eagle tilted its head, its eyes serious: "We are demons."

"..." Qin Le sighed, "Sorry, it was a slip of the tongue. Could you please call everyone over?"

"Okay, wait a moment."

Although the golden eagle didn't know what Qin Le wanted to ask, it wouldn't refuse such a small matter.

Qin Le nodded and took a step forward—his figure already appeared in the center of the playground. He sat down directly on the ground, waiting for his demon classmates to arrive.

Before long, the demon students began to appear.

Each of them made an entrance with special effects—not because they were deliberately showing off, but because with their current cultivation level, it was still difficult for them to completely conceal their power.

Lightning, flames, frost, whirlwinds, poisonous fog... this was the result of their full-force suppression.

Upon arrival, they naturally formed a circle, surrounding Qin Le in the center. Those closest to him were naturally the strongest—including the lightning golden eagle from before.

Qin Le looked around and said:

"I'd like to ask you a few questions. If it involves privacy or is inconvenient to answer, you don't have to."

"Ask away," the lightning golden eagle said casually.

"Alright. My question is—what are the specific benefits of staying by my side? Is it to purify your bloodline? Or to accelerate the absorption of spiritual energy?"

Qin Le had always known that it would be beneficial for the demon race to get close to him, but he didn't know exactly what that benefit would be.

At this moment, a tiger demon with crimson flames coiled around its limbs and long tail spoke:

"You have all of those points. But the biggest advantage is—it helps us master our racial talents more quickly."

"Racial talent...is it that important?" Qin Le pressed.

"It's extremely important," the tiger demon explained. "Our racial talent is equivalent to your human race's 'Laws.' A basic grasp of it is equivalent to a human immortal who has comprehended the Laws; a complete grasp is equivalent to a celestial immortal; and if one can break through to the next level... it's equivalent to a golden immortal who has comprehended the Dao of Immortality."

It explained it in great detail—these are common knowledge in the celestial realm, which Qin Le was unaware of simply because the mortal world lacked relevant information.

"So that's how it is..." Qin Le suddenly realized.

The tiger demon added, "Actually, the few of us—those closest to you—are almost at the point of mastering our racial talents."

It raised its paw and pointed at six or seven demons, including itself. Each of them had a powerful aura and a glint of spiritual light in their eyes.

"Okay, I understand." Qin Le nodded, then changed the subject: "Now, let's talk about the seating arrangement."

"Site allocation?"

A clear look of confusion appeared on the tiger demon's majestic face. The other demons also cast puzzled glances at him.

"Yes." Qin Le said seriously, "You've fought five times in the past two days. The Jade Emperor wants me to talk to you—if you still don't follow his orders, he might have to ask Senior Ye Li to come over in person."

Without any hesitation, he invoked the title of the Demon Lord.

The effect was immediate—upon hearing the name Ye Li, all the demon students present froze simultaneously, a clear sense of apprehension flashing in their eyes.

Qin Le wasn't entirely bluffing—if these guys kept causing trouble, he really would do it.