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

"Tang Chen, a senior. Junior, please."

On the arena, the senior student holding the long sword finally stood up, drew his sword from its sheath, and made a simple gesture of invitation.

Wang Zhiheng said no more, his hands quickly forming a seal, and a sharp aura, like a drawn blade, burst forth from his body—this was the reward he received after passing Chen Anning's test in the Land of Inheritance.

Supernatural power and blood.

This technique can greatly enhance combat power in a short period of time, but it also consumes a great deal of resources. At Wang Zhiheng's current level, he can only maintain it for a maximum of half an hour.

"Not bad." Tang Chen nodded, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

Without further hesitation, Wang Zhiheng summoned his sword from his storage ring, took a step forward, and his figure flashed like lightning to Tang Chen's front, his long sword slashing down from the air!

Ding!

Tang Chen calmly raised his sword and steadily parried the attack. Having missed his first strike, Wang Zhiheng's swordplay instantly changed, unleashing a barrage of attacks like a sudden storm.

However, Tang Chen merely shifted his feet slightly and turned his sword lightly, defusing all the attacks one by one, his posture as relaxed as if he were strolling in a garden.

A murmur of amazement rippled through the students watching from below the stage.

"Wow! This guy's strength... he could probably be in the top 100 of the academy, right?"

"Did you include the three hundred demon students in your 'top one hundred' list?"

"Uh...not counted."

"Wang Zhiheng is still so fierce..."

"Among the freshmen, he should be able to rank in the top five."

"So strong, and only in the top five?"

"It's hard to say about third, fourth, and fifth place, but the top two are definitely out of the question."

The crowd buzzed with discussion. Many had witnessed Wang Zhiheng's skills during their middle school years and were familiar with his abilities.

Those who were surprised were mostly his students who were not familiar with him before—but the name Wang Zhiheng was no secret in the circle of geniuses.

After several minutes of fierce fighting, Wang Zhiheng suddenly took a step back, sheathed his sword, and stood still.

"Senior Tang Chen, there's no need to hold back any longer."

In just a few minutes of fighting, he clearly realized the gap between them—he had used all his skills, but his opponent had neutralized them all with just one sword strike.

The gap was so large that he couldn't even see the boundary, but it also made his fighting spirit burn even more fiercely.

"Okay." Tang Chen smiled slightly.

The next instant, he raised his sword and casually swung it.

In Wang Zhiheng's perception, in that instant, it was as if the entire world had disappeared, leaving only that clear, water-like sword light.

The sword light struck his body, followed by a resilient yet irresistible force. Wang Zhiheng was sent flying backward, crashing into the protective light barrier at the edge of the arena before staggering to the ground.

There wasn't a single scratch on his body.

"This is the essence of swordsmanship," Tang Chen said, sheathing his sword and speaking gently, "Junior brother, you can ponder it carefully after you return."

Wang Zhiheng steadied himself and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

He stepped out of the protective array and returned to Qin Le and Li Yanran's side.

"Are you alright?" Li Yanran quickly stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern.

"It's nothing." Wang Zhiheng shook his head and smiled, "Senior went easy on me."

"That's good, that's good." Li Yanran breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, Wang Zhiheng suddenly looked at Qin Le, his tone somewhat helpless:

"I always feel... that you've led me astray."

"What do you mean?" Qin Le asked, puzzled.

"Because you directly comprehended the Dao of Immortality," Wang Zhiheng said quietly.

Qin Le: "...How can you blame me for this?"

He instantly understood what Wang Zhiheng meant—his own comprehension of the immortal path gave others the illusion that the immortal path was not difficult, causing them to forget that before touching the immortal path, there were still two hurdles to overcome: the realm of intent and the laws.

But Qin Le is not going to take the blame for this.

Two days later, at dawn.

All students were summoned to the academy's playground. The Jade Emperor stood in mid-air, a smile on his face, his voice clearly resonating throughout every corner:

"I have gathered you all here today to announce one thing: the academy will be opening a trial realm, in which a Chaos Beast of Earth Immortal level will be placed. You are all welcome to enter and challenge it. Those who successfully slay it will receive generous rewards from the academy."

Upon hearing this, the students in the audience did not show much excitement—a terrestrial immortal level?

That is simply not something they can contend with at this stage.

"Your Majesty," a student raised his hand, it was Tang Chen, who had fought Wang Zhiheng in the arena two days ago: "Aren't there any weaker Chaos Beasts in the secret realm?"

The Jade Emperor smiled and shook his head: "No, the weakest is at the Earth Immortal level. I know you all have doubts, and the academy will issue an announcement later to explain the reason."

The students had different thoughts, and most of them did not believe they were capable of winning the award—the demon students were no exception.

The difference between mortal and immortal is only one word, yet it is an insurmountable chasm.

Shortly after the group disbanded, everyone's phones vibrated simultaneously, receiving a text message from the college with a link to the official website announcement.

After clicking the link and reading it carefully, everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

The purpose of this secret realm is to allow them to experience the combat mode of the celestial realm in advance—they will be organized into an army with demon students, modeled after the celestial soldiers, to jointly challenge high-level chaotic beasts.

The two most striking points in the announcement surprised many students:

Firstly, Qin Le and Luo Qiuyue have already received personal instruction in military strategy from the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden;

Secondly, as long as they fight in formation under Qin Le or Luo Qiuyue, they have a chance to achieve a challenge against opponents of higher ranks.

The students weren't surprised by Qin Le's military strategy—they weren't too surprised by what he did.

What truly surprised them was that Luo Qiuyue had also won the favor of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden.

However, this surprise was quickly replaced by a more practical excitement—the rewards were real resources, and that was the key point.

The demon students were summoned separately and the situation explained. After listening, they readily agreed to cooperate—after all, Qin Le was among them, so they naturally wouldn't refuse.

Qin Le found Luo Qiuyue and asked directly, "Have you grasped the basics of military strategy?"

Luo Qiuyue shook her head with a wry smile: "We're still just one step away."

Over the past two days, she has traveled to various sites from the mortal era, gaining a deeper understanding of the spirit of humanity. However, she remains separated from truly understanding the art of war by a thin veil.

"Fine, I guess I'll have to step in first." Qin Le sighed.

He never imagined that one day he would be given the job of a commander.

Chen Yun couldn't help but interject, "Can't we use the same tactics we used in the actual college entrance exam? The announcement didn't prohibit it."

In his view, since there is no explicit prohibition, using proven and efficient tactics is the optimal solution.

"Believe it or not..." Qin Le glanced at him, "If we use it just once, the academy will immediately add a clause prohibiting the use of trickery tactics?"

The fundamental purpose of this activity is twofold: first, to promote integration between the two races, and second, to allow them to adapt to the Heavenly Realm's combat tactics in advance.

If we use the same approach as the actual college entrance exam, we won't achieve either of the two objectives, so it's no wonder the college will impose additional restrictions.

"Alright..." Chen Yun said dejectedly, "Looks like I'll just have to stick to team fights from the start."

At this moment, Tang Chen led seven or eight senior students over.

Qin Le was still puzzled when Tang Chen took out his phone and spoke succinctly:

"Qin Le, create a large group chat and add everyone to it. It will be easier to coordinate and convene meetings in the future."

"OK."

Qin Le smiled, took out his phone, swiped his fingers, and quickly created a large group that could hold two thousand people. He then added everyone present to the group and gave several senior students administrator privileges.

It must be said that the senior students were very thoughtful, and they immediately thought of using a group to coordinate everything.

As soon as the group was created, Qin Le's phone started vibrating incessantly, with a barrage of notifications—the senior students had already begun inviting others.

"Haha, I'm here!"

"Damn it! I was too slow!"

"First!"

"It's late upstairs!"

"..."

Seeing the group chat flooded with messages, Qin Le silently put his phone on silent.

Tang Chen reacted quickly, immediately muting everyone.

"Quiet." He posted an announcement in the group: "This group is for combat training and communication purposes only, not for casual chatting. Specific arrangements will be announced later."

The screen finally became quiet.

Qin Le put away her phone, looked at the majestic teaching building under the distant sunlight, and let out a soft breath.