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Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

That noon, Chen Yun hurriedly finished his lunch and then dragged Qin Le and Chu Xiaonan into his weapon-refining workshop.

The workshop was filled with all sorts of metal parts, semi-finished robotic arms, pipelines and energy cores. The air was filled with the unique smell of machine oil mixed with spirit iron. If it weren't for the few floating refining furnaces and flowing array patterns, this place would look more like a heavy industry workshop in the mortal era than a workshop of cultivators.

"So..." Qin Le casually grabbed a seemingly usable stool and sat down, looking at Chen Yun: "What exactly are you planning?"

Chu Xiaonan also cast a curious glance. At lunchtime, Chen Yun mysteriously said that he had an idea that needed Qin Le's help, but he refused to say it on the spot, insisting on revealing it when they arrived at the workshop.

"That's how it is." Chen Yun didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "I want to... ask you for some power of laws."

Chu Xiaonan was a little confused. Qin Le laughed, "The power of laws is enough?"

He could roughly guess Chen Yun's purpose—this guy had most likely encountered a bottleneck in materials.

Whether it's the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, spirit stones, or various refining materials that can be obtained in the mortal world, Chen Yun seems to have explored their effects to a certain limit.

His "truth bombs" are so effective that they can wipe out everything in one shot, leaving nothing behind, which shows that his utilization rate is almost 100%.

To break through this limit, he needs higher-grade materials—either higher-quality natural treasures or power at the level of laws and immortality.

The former is expensive and has limited access, so Chen Yun simply couldn't afford to burn it.

The latter... Qin Le happens to have it here, and it's a renewable and infinitely available resource.

"The laws will suffice." Chen Yun waved his hand, showing great self-awareness: "The level of immortality is too high for me to reach for now. We'll talk about it later."

Chen Yun knew his own limitations; he didn't possess Qin Le's unparalleled comprehension.

The power of laws alone is enough for him to study for a long time; in some ways, it is already beyond his scope.

"Alright then." Qin Le stood up and asked with a smile, "Where should I put it?"

"here."

Chen Yun took out a precision metal sphere resembling a ghost-crafted ball from his storage ring. Its surface was covered with intricate and complex spiritual patterns, clearly a container specially made to seal high-level energy.

"Here you go."

With a light tap of his fingertip, Qin Le sent two streams of light into the sphere—one imbued with the rhythm of time and space, the other with the breath of creation.

Looking at the two sealed laws of power, Chen Yun chuckled, his face instantly filled with focused concentration:

"That's all, you two go do what you need to do, I'm going to get started."

After saying that, he turned around and rushed to the worktable, picked up various tools and jade slips, and completely entered a state of research, leaving Qin Le and Chu Xiaonan to the side.

Seeing his appearance, Qin Le and Chu Xiaonan exchanged speechless glances.

Before leaving, Qin Le reminded him again, "Don't forget to give the sermon tonight."

"Don't worry, I won't forget." Chen Yun didn't even look up, just waved his hand.

After leaving the workshop, Chu Xiaonan went straight to the body tempering room. Qin Le, on the other hand, wandered around the academy casually to pass the time.

As night fell, the group gathered as agreed in a quiet room. After everyone was seated, Qin Le didn't say much and immediately began his sermon.

This time, he was reciting the Qingjing Jing (Classic of Purity and Tranquility) instead of the Tao Te Ching.

"The Great Dao is formless, yet it gives birth to heaven and earth; the Great Dao is without emotion, yet it governs the sun and moon..."

Each word uttered transformed into a clear, profound, and ethereal melody, flowing gently through the quiet room.

Although the crowd could not clearly hear the specific scriptures, the sound reached their spiritual level, cleansing their minds and spirits. The obscure and difficult parts of their previous cultivation became clear and transparent, like the clouds parting and the moon appearing.

Taking advantage of this state of clear mind and sharp perception, everyone immersed themselves in their own insights:

Lu Qingshuang focused her mind and introspected, carefully comprehending the ice and snow artistic conception she had initially grasped, attempting to touch its deeper rhythm and take another step closer to the threshold of the law.

Chen Yun took out the metal sphere that sealed the power of the laws and immersed his divine sense in it.

The many obstacles and questions encountered in the afternoon's research were relieved by the cleansing sound of the immortal, and new ideas emerged like a spring.

Chu Xiaonan, Wang Zhiheng, and Li Yanran had not yet grasped the essence of the matter, so they took advantage of this rare state to try to capture the subtle thread of their own essence.

Luo Qiuyue calmly reflected on her experiences as a mortal over the past few days—the exhaustion while doing laundry, the slowness of walking, and the firsthand perception of wind, rain, heat, and cold…

Various subtle human experiences, under the influence of the Daoist chant, gradually intertwine and coalesce, attempting to open the door called the spirit of humanity.

About an hour later, Qin Le's chanting gradually stopped, and the lingering Taoist aura in the room slowly dissipated.

One by one, everyone opened their eyes, their faces showing varying degrees of excitement.

"Haha! I get it!" Chen Yun was the first to jump up and burst into laughter.

"What did you realize?" Qin Le asked with a smile.

Chen Yun stretched out his hand, and a wisp of gray-black energy swirled and condensed in his palm, emanating a chilling aura that seemed capable of annihilating everything.

"The power of destruction." Chen Yun smiled brightly. "But that's not the point—I finally have an idea, I know how to utilize the power of those two laws!"

Seeing this, everyone smiled knowingly.

Chen Yun's comprehension of the concept of destruction seemed perfectly reasonable to them—this guy had been obsessed with all kinds of powerful weapons since childhood, and his understanding of the word "destruction" was probably much deeper than that of many others.

"My understanding of the essence of swordsmanship has deepened considerably," Wang Zhiheng said, his eyes shining. "I estimate that in a little more time, I'll be able to truly grasp the basics."

Everyone shared their takeaways in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. Afterwards, they left the quiet room together and returned to their respective dormitories.

The next morning, after Qin Le, Chen Yun, and Chu Xiaonan had breakfast, they met up with three hundred demon students at the academy gate.

Luo Qiuyue was already waiting there, with the largest suitcase standing next to her—unable to use storage magic artifacts, she could only rely on suitcases to carry her daily necessities, just like a real mortal.

This was something they had agreed upon beforehand: after the sermon, they would leave the school for a few days to go out and explore.

At the entrance of the college, seven spacious buses were already waiting quietly—this was a special arrangement by the alliance.

After all, it wouldn't be right to have Qin Le and Luo Qiuyue sitting in the car while three hundred demon classmates were flying in the sky.

After arranging for the demon students to board the vehicles in an orderly manner, the drivers started the engines, and the convoy slowly drove out of the academy and merged into the traffic on the street.

Sitting by the window, Luo Qiuyue turned to Qin Le beside her and asked curiously, "Where do you plan to go for our first stop?"

Qin Le gazed at the flowing city street scene outside the window, smiled, and uttered four words:

"Baiwei Plaza"

Luo Qiuyue was taken aback at first, then looked on with a mixture of amusement and exasperation: "You... are you a foodie?"

Baiwei Plaza is the largest food hub in Beijing.

Named "Hundred Flavors," it actually encompasses almost all the unique delicacies that can be found in various places and among various ethnic groups, making it a true paradise for foodies.

"Food is the most important thing for people, don't you understand?" Qin Le glanced at her with a smile, speaking with righteous indignation.

For him, eating is one of the greatest pleasures in life—no, in immortality—that should never be missed.