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

Late at night, Qin Le returned to his dormitory and immediately immersed himself in his thoughts.

Upon seeing Nuwa, who had transformed into a small clay figure, he asked bluntly, "Mother Nuwa, do you... know how to lead troops into battle?"

During the day, the students received confirmation from their teachers that the academy's secret realm would take another five days to complete its setup before it would officially open.

This means they have five days left for pre-battle training and drills.

After discussion in the group, it was unanimously decided that training would begin tomorrow.

So Qin Le went to Nuwa for help.

Admittedly, he had absolutely no experience in command. Even though the military strategies passed down by the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden included many battle simulations, watching videos and personally commanding are two completely different things.

He urgently needed to accumulate some practical experience in commanding battles.

The only one they could turn to for help was Nuwa in their sea of ​​consciousness.

"I know a little." The little clay figure Nuwa tilted her head. "But I'm not an expert. If you really want to learn... I'll find someone else to teach you."

"Others?" Qin Le asked, puzzled.

"Hmm, among the people I know, the one most skilled at this should be a blacksmith. I'll call him over," Nuwa said after thinking for a moment.

Immediately, the little clay figure dissipated, transforming back into a quietly floating mass of yellow clay.

"..."

In the past, upon hearing the term "blacksmith," Qin Le would have had to guess who it referred to.

But now, he doesn't need to guess at all—Chi You, the God of War, is also the universally acknowledged god of war.

Soon, the yellow clay was molded back into a small clay figure. Nuwa raised her hand and pointed in the air, and a palm-sized, pitch-black vortex quietly appeared.

"Put a wisp of divine consciousness inside," Nuwa said.

Qin Le did as instructed, sending a wisp of her divine sense into the vortex—

The scene before my eyes suddenly changed!

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a vast plain. He was surrounded by layers of military formations, with banners standing tall and armor gleaming—clearly the location of the central command tent.

Almost simultaneously, he also spotted the enemy.

On the other side of the plain, an army of significantly smaller size stood solemnly. At a glance, the enemy's forces numbered only about one-tenth of their own.

"No way..." Qin Le stared at the imposing figure in front of the opposing army and was speechless for a moment.

The opposing general was clad in dark armor and wore a ferocious bull-horn helmet. His physique was as imposing as a mountain, and just by standing there, he exuded a fierce and tragic aura of battlefield conquest.

Who else could it be but Chi You, the God of War?

"A real battle right off the bat!?" Qin Le lamented inwardly.

At this moment, Chi You grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his smile even carrying a hint of...amusement?

He raised his hand and waved it, and a large blue banner soared into the sky. Immediately afterwards, command flags fluttered, and military orders were relayed down like flowing water.

The opposing army began to move, and although their numbers were small, they exuded a solemn and disciplined aura of killing intent.

Qin Le dared not delay and quickly raised the military flag representing his side, and began to issue orders.

Although he lacked practical command experience, he still possessed basic common sense—troop deployment, advance probing, and flank cover...

"We have ten times the manpower, so we should be able to put up a fight..." Qin Le thought to himself, harboring a sliver of hope.

however--

Just half a day later.

"No way..."

Qin Le stared blankly at his own soldiers who were fleeing in disarray.

In the past half day, Chi You's much smaller army, like a red-hot dagger cutting into butter, tore his seemingly solid lines to shreds.

No matter what commands he issued, Chi You could always anticipate them and deliver a fatal blow precisely to his weakest point.

The scariest thing is that this was completely an open command.

All the flags and instructions of both sides were clearly visible to each other.

Even so, Qin Le was still beaten without any chance to fight back, as if all his responses were within the opponent's expectations.

When their own forces suffered losses exceeding 30%, morale finally collapsed completely. The soldiers began to scatter and flee in all directions, ignoring orders, while Chi You's army, like a pack of wolves hunting, easily reaped the spoils.

In the end, Qin Le was left with no troops, surrounded by enemy soldiers.

Chi You strode over, looking down at him with undisguised disdain on his face:

"Kid, you're really bad."

Qin Le's cheeks burned, but she had nothing to say.

With ten times the troops and open warfare, they suffered a crushing defeat in half a day... At this point, anything said is futile.

The food itself is the original sin.

"Again!" He raised his head, his eyes defiant.

"Okay."

Chi You grinned, his smile revealing a hint of "this kid is teachable."

He raised his hand and waved it—the world turned upside down, and time reversed.

The battlefield returned to normal, and the two armies faced each other again.

This time, Qin Le seized the initiative and took the lead in mobilizing resources.

However, Chi You remained calm and unhurried, and instead engaged in guerrilla warfare with him—when Qin Yue advanced, he retreated; when Qin Yue surrounded him, he broke through; when Qin Yue became exhausted, he attacked.

Despite the vast disparity in troop strength, Qin Le felt as if he were trying to catch a ghostly shadow, constantly restrained and unable to exert his full strength.

After more than half a day, their own losses exceeded 30% again, and the entire army collapsed.

Qin Le stood there, watching the enemy troops surround him again, with only one thought in his mind: This is too torturous.

Chi You walked up to him again, this time with a gentler tone:

"There's been some progress, but not much."

Qin Le: "..."

"Shall we continue?" Chi You asked.

"continue!"

Qin Le had lost count of how many times he had lost, and he didn't know how much time had passed. He only knew that he had been defeated time and time again, and then started over again and again.

Our troop strength is always ten times greater, and our opponent is always that imposing figure.

In this unpretentious, almost brutal bloodshed, he absorbed knowledge at an astonishing speed—troop deployment, adaptability, prediction, morale maintenance, logistical coordination…

After yet another defeat, Chi You walked up to him and suddenly smiled:

"Let's stop here for now. It's getting light where you are..."

Qin Le paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

He then remembered that he had noticed the abnormal flow of time ever since he entered this space. Clearly, this was an accelerated training session that Nuwa and Chiyou had prepared for him.

Consciousness returns to the sea of ​​consciousness.

"How is it?" The little clay figure Nuwa floated over and asked, blinking her eyes.

Qin Le smiled wryly and rubbed his head: "I was utterly humiliated."

"It's alright." Nuwa reached out her little hand and patted his head, her tone relaxed: "I'll go with you and beat him up to vent our anger."

Qin Le: "..." remained silent for a moment.

Beat up Chi You himself?

Are you serious?

In mythological accounts, Chi You's personal martial prowess was even more terrifying than his military skills. Qin Le simply couldn't imagine that he would one day be able to beat up this warlord.

Early in the morning, Qin Le got up, washed up, and went downstairs to wait at the dormitory entrance.

Soon, Chen Yun and Chu Xiaonan also came down. Seeing Qin Le looking tired and listless, the two curiously came over.

"What did you do last night? Did you steal a cow?" Chen Yun looked him up and down.

Qin Le rubbed his face and mumbled, "It's nothing... Let's go have breakfast."

"Alright then." Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, the two did not press him further.

Qin Le, of course, wouldn't tell them that he had been repeatedly and brutally defeated by Chi You on the simulated battlefield countless times.

He still has a sense of shame.