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

It has to be said that the name Ye Li carries absolute authority among the demon race. As soon as Qin Le brought up this demon lord, these unruly demon classmates immediately became cooperative.

They can't refuse to cooperate either—if Ye Li really comes, she will absolutely send them all back without hesitation and replace them with a new batch of obedient ones.

They absolutely cannot accept this.

To secure this opportunity for exchange, they had to defeat countless competitors within their clan.

More importantly, if they lose the opportunity to stay by Qin Le's side, even geniuses like tiger demons and golden eagles who are close to breaking through will need to spend at least several decades or even hundreds of years to initially master their racial talents.

If they could stay by Qin Le's side, they were confident that they could make a breakthrough within two or three years.

The gap is so large it's despairing.

Moreover, even at a distance, Qin Le's Daoist aura remained effective, though the effect was not as pronounced as when they were close.

Finally, Qin Le's assigned positions were not fixed, but rotated periodically—each demon had a chance to get close to him.

This arrangement was barely acceptable to the proud and arrogant demon race.

After the positions were assigned, Qin Le looked at them again, his expression serious:

"I have one more question."

"What is it?" the tiger demon asked. The other demons also turned to look.

"Did Senior Ye Li mention to you that there was another purpose for bringing you here this time—to allow humans and demons to familiarize themselves with each other's fighting styles beforehand?"

Qin Le voiced the issue: while borrowing Daoist essence was the main reason, promoting communication between the two races and refining their tactics were also important goals.

"Yes." The golden eagle nodded.

The other demons echoed this sentiment—Ye Li had indeed mentioned it. However, their attention had been entirely focused on Qin Le these past two days, and they hadn't thought of it at the moment.

"I see..." Qin Le rubbed his temples. "Then I'll take care of the rest."

He wanted to suggest that they interact more with other human students, but seeing how these guys seemed to be unable to leave Qin Le, he figured it would be pointless to say anything.

I'll have to figure out a solution myself.

With the matter temporarily concluded, Qin Le got up and left. The demon students also dispersed, maintaining a polite distance from Qin Le that was neither too close nor too far.

This was something Ye Li had instructed them to do beforehand—not to disturb Qin Le's normal life. Even before the seating arrangements were finalized, they had always adhered to this rule.

After leaving the playground, Qin Le headed towards the teaching building.

Unlike high school, university courses are largely chosen freely. Chen Yun, for example, spent all his time in the weapon-refining workshop, while Chu Xiaonan plunged into the body-tempering room—this guy was about to start body tempering.

After all, his idol, Erlang Shen, achieved sainthood in the physical body, so Chu Xiaonan naturally had to follow in his idol's footsteps.

The reason I waited until university to practice body cultivation was because everyone practiced the same basic techniques during middle school, so there was no way to practice them even if you wanted to.

Students who are able to enter university are considered promising talents worthy of special attention by the alliance, and various cultivation techniques and systems are subsequently made available to them.

As for Qin Le, he entered a Confucian classroom. He wasn't particularly interested in Confucian doctrines, but he was quite curious about Confucian practices.

Unlike other schools of thought that focus on meditation and breath control, Confucianism's method of cultivation is quite unique.

Copying books.

write.

These four words encapsulate the essence of Confucian cultivation. They refine spiritual energy and cultivate their literary mind by copying classics and writing, a unique approach among the various cultivation systems in the Three Realms.

However, due to this unique method of practice, it is extremely difficult to enter the Confucian school. In the past, many students in the university departments of Confucian academies never truly grasped the essence of Confucianism from enrollment to graduation.

When Qin Le walked into the classroom, many students looked surprised. Wang Zhiheng and Li Yanran, who were sitting in the front row, also looked over curiously.

"Qin Le, are you also interested in Confucianism?" Wang Zhiheng asked with a smile.

"I'm a little curious," Qin Le smiled.

"Then you'll have to give us some pointers when the time comes," Wang Zhiheng said without any politeness.

"Okay."

Qin Le readily agreed and went to the back row to find an empty seat—the front row was already full.

Before long, a Confucian teacher entered the classroom. He looked middle-aged, with a gentle demeanor that exuded a dignified and upright air; his mere presence inspired awe.

Upon seeing Qin Le sitting in the back row, a hint of surprise flashed across the teacher's eyes, but she did not say anything more.

He waved his hand—and on each desk, a book formed from golden light, a pen and ink, and a blank booklet simultaneously appeared.

"Before get out of class ends, copy down the contents of the book." The teacher's tone was calm, without any further explanation, and he directly assigned the task.

This abrupt and decisive opening left the students somewhat bewildered. Even Qin Le was slightly surprised—the Confucian teaching method was indeed unique.

However, since the teacher had spoken, the students had no choice but to obey, even though they didn't understand why.

After all... class has already started, and it's too late to slip away now.

Qin Le wasn't in a hurry to start writing. He first picked up the book with its shimmering gold cover and began to read quietly. The content wasn't obscure; it contained common Confucian principles.

The other students had already begun copying. They copied very quickly, finishing a page in less than half a minute.

But when they tried to turn the page, they were surprised to find that the golden book didn't move at all and they couldn't turn the page at all.

"Teacher, this book... I can't turn the pages," a student raised their hand and said.

"If you can't flip it, then figure it out yourself." The teacher glanced at him, then pointed to Wang Zhiheng and Li Yanran at the front: "Those two, didn't they flip it over?"

Everyone looked over and saw that Wang Zhiheng and Li Yanran were indeed copying the second page.

The teacher's words left the students who couldn't turn the page even more confused, and many secretly regretted it—if they had known this would happen, they would have chosen a different course.

"Qin, Qin Le! How did you do that?!"

Suddenly, someone looked at Qin Le and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. This shout drew everyone's attention to the back row.

Qin Le wasn't copying the book at all—he was flipping through the pages of the golden book one after another at a leisurely pace, and in just a short while, he had already read nearly half of the book.

Hearing someone ask, Qin Le looked up and smiled:

"Well... I can only summarize it in four words. Going into details wouldn't be of any use to you."

"Which four words?" Many students asked expectantly.

Even Wang Zhiheng and Li Yanran stopped writing and turned to look.

Qin Le put down the book and said, word by word:

"Unity of knowledge and action."

The moment those four words were uttered, the entire room fell silent.

Most students still looked blank – of course they had heard of those four words, but what did they have to do with turning the pages of a book?

Only the Confucian teacher on the podium showed a clear look of surprise in his eyes.

He never expected that Qin Le would be able to grasp one of the core principles of Confucian cultivation in such a short time.