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

"Don't even mention you, you're almost as good as me."

Nezha's phantom floated to the side, his tone equally complex, carrying a hint of incredulous helplessness.

How long has it been since Qin Le was chosen by Nuwa and first comprehended the Dao of Immortality?

As a result, this guy actually jumped from a near-mortal state to a level close to his own in one go.

Although in a real fight, Qin Le's combat strength was still far inferior to his, and even less than Chen Yun and the others who were listening to his sermon.

But Qin Le has no worries about his lifespan. What's even more terrifying is that he is growing rapidly—at most, he'll live for a thousand years and then be able to rival him in combat power.

"The key lies in," the illusory figure of Chang'e spoke softly, her cool voice exceptionally clear in the divine sense transmission, "that he will not stand still."

These words made Yue Cijing and Nezha feel even worse.

Yes.

Qin Le has already reached this point, who knows if he will have an even more amazing leap forward in the future?

When he truly ascends to the heavens, his combat power might already surpass that of Nezha.

Although the cultivation system has many realms, these immortals all know in their hearts that—excluding saints—it can essentially be categorized into four major levels:

Refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, refining spirit into emptiness, and refining emptiness into the Dao are collectively known as the mortal realm. The core of these realms is to accumulate spiritual power and strengthen oneself.

Earth Immortals and Celestial Immortals, who have just embarked on the path of immortality, can be collectively referred to as the Law Realm. They need to comprehend the laws in order to break through.

Golden Immortal and Great Luo Golden Immortal are the realms of immortality, and one must reach the level of immortality to achieve them.

Quasi-Saints are at the Heavenly Dao Realm, having comprehended the Heavenly Dao and wielded a portion of its authority.

As for sages... they are beings who transcend the Heavenly Dao, and the three of them are not qualified to fathom their mysteries.

"This kid," Nezha's illusory figure sighed softly, his tone tinged with a mix of emotion and bitterness, "I'm afraid he might become a Quasi-Saint in the future."

With Qin Le's comprehension, when his physical body and soul are sufficient to bear the authority of the Heavenly Dao, he might actually be able to leap into it and reach the level of a Quasi-Saint.

"This is a good thing." Chang'e's voice was calm but filled with anticipation: "With one more Quasi-Saint, the pressure on the Heavenly Realm will be greatly reduced."

"That's true."

"really."

Upon hearing this, Nezha and Yue Cijing nodded in agreement.

The current situation in the Heavenly Realm is far from easy. Let alone adding another Quasi-Saint, even just one more Grand Luo Golden Immortal would significantly alleviate the pressure on the front lines.

If Qin Le can truly become a Quasi-Saint, many stalemates on the battlefield may be quelled in one fell swoop, and the extra combat power can be used to support other places. It will also allow many immortals who have been fighting for many years to finally have a chance to catch their breath.

About an hour later, Qin Le's chanting gradually stopped, and the echoing sounds of immortals in the quiet room gradually dissipated. Chen Yun and the others also gradually emerged from their meditative state and slowly opened their eyes.

"Dad—!! When is the next sermon?!"

Chen Yun, disregarding all pride, pounced on Qin Le and hugged his leg, looking up with undisguised anticipation in his eyes.

The other three, though not as exaggerated as him, also stared intently at Qin Le, their eyes burning with intensity—the effect of just one hour of cultivation was comparable to a month of their usual arduous training!

The benefits of listening to sermons are far more real than many so-called opportunities.

Before Qin Le could speak, Nezha's illusory figure spoke up irritably:

"Alright, do you think preaching is something you can just spout off? Given Qin Le's current condition, he'll need at least ten days to two weeks of rest before he can preach again."

This saved Qin Le the trouble of explaining. He smiled and looked at Chen Yun, who was still clinging to his lap:

"Did you hear that?"

"It's alright! I can wait a mere half a month!" Chen Yun deftly released his grip, his face showing an expression that said, "I'm perfectly fine."

Chu Xiaonan, Luo Qiuyue, and Lu Qingshuang all nodded in agreement. For cultivators, half a month is but a fleeting moment, and they have plenty of time to wait.

At this moment, Chu Xiaonan suddenly thought of something and spoke:

"Qin Le, in the future... will you be allowed to give public sermons at school so that other students can listen?"

These words surprised Qin Le and the others—they had never thought of it that way.

Upon hearing this, the illusory figure of Nezha chuckled softly: "A good idea, and a kind heart. But I must say—it's impossible."

"Huh? Why?" Chu Xiaonan looked at him in confusion.

"The more people listen to the teachings, the weaker the spiritual essence becomes, and the less effective it is," Nezha patiently explained. "Otherwise, why do you think even sages have a limit on the number of people allowed to preach?"

Chu Xiaonan suddenly realized, with a hint of regret: "So that's how it is... That's quite a pity."

After chatting for a few more minutes, they went their separate ways—some to return to their dormitories to rest, and others to continue their studies.

The following morning, Qin Le came to the dean's office again.

After sitting down, he told Shen Qingyan in detail about the five people's plan to form a discussion group and his original intention to apply for a teaching position and serve as a supervisor.

After listening, Shen Qingyan remained silent for two seconds, a rare look of utter bewilderment appearing on her face: "What are you doing now?"

"While the Alliance could certainly grant you these kinds of privileges given your circumstances... is it really necessary to go through all this trouble?"

Qin Le touched her nose, a little embarrassed: "Um, cousin... just tell me if it's okay?"

Shen Qingyan sighed softly and changed her approach:

"I have an even simpler suggestion, would you like to hear it?"

"Go ahead," Qin Le said, sitting up straight immediately.

"Just write my name in the 'Supervisor Teacher' section," Shen Qingyan said calmly. "Anyway, I don't have time to actually supervise you."

Although Qin Le enjoys special treatment, she hopes he will act within the framework of the rules as much as possible—and within the rules, she can naturally give him the maximum freedom.

"Sure!" Qin Le's eyes lit up, and he agreed without hesitation, "It's settled then!"

Actually, he did consider asking Shen Qingyan to be listed as a contributor yesterday, but he wasn't sure if his busy cousin would agree, so he didn't bring it up.

Now that she's taken the initiative to speak, I'm naturally more than happy to oblige.

Shen Qingyan took out a blank application form for the Dao Discussion Group from the drawer, signed her name in the supervising teacher column, and then handed it to Qin Le.

"Take it."

"Okay! I'll be going now!" Qin Le took the form, smiled, and stood up.

"Go ahead." Shen Qingyan had already looked down at the documents again and casually replied.

Leaving the dean's office, Qin Le took the form and headed straight to the library—where Chen Yun, Chu Xiaonan, Luo Qiuyue, and Lu Qingshuang were already waiting.

"How is it?" Chen Yun asked impatiently as soon as he saw Qin Le.

"It didn't work." Qin Le handed over the form and smiled, "But my cousin signed her name."

Upon hearing this, the four exchanged a smile, not taking it to heart. They all knew Shen Qingyan's identity and how busy she was usually; the so-called supervision was mostly just a formality.

With Qin Le around, it's almost impossible for this group to be disbanded due to a lack of progress.

The group took turns signing their names on the application form, and then went together to the teachers' office to find the teacher in charge of registering the discussion group.

The teacher was not surprised when she learned that they wanted to form their own groups.

Seeing Shen Qingyan's signature in the supervisor column, he simply nodded slightly and didn't ask any further questions—the relationship between Shen Qingyan and Qin Le was no secret among the academy's higher-ups.

The form was submitted successfully, and the process is complete.

As they walked out of the office, the group exchanged glances, and smiles appeared on their lips in unison.

Their discussion group was officially established at this moment.