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

The next morning, after breakfast, the students gathered on the playground.

This gathering has two purposes: first, the Heavenly Soldiers Trial is about to begin, and final adjustments are needed; second, and more importantly, the commander will be changed to Luo Qiuyue.

If Qin Le were still in command, there would be no need for extra training—everyone was already familiar with his style and rhythm.

But the situation is different when it's Luo Qiuyue.

She needed time to familiarize herself with how to manage these thousand-plus people, and the students also needed to adapt to the commands and rhythm of a new commander.

After all, Luo Qiuyue had no real experience in commanding troops.

however--

Looking at the students below, whose movements were always a step slower than expected under the guidance of the five-colored military flag, Luo Qiuyue couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

This was completely different from when Qin Le was training troops.

When Qin Le issued his military order, everyone carried it out almost without hesitation, their unwavering trust seemingly instinctive.

But when it's her turn, the students' first reaction upon receiving an instruction is to consider whether the order is reasonable. It's this brief hesitation that causes them to always be a fraction of a second slower in their actions.

Never underestimate this seemingly small difference—on the real battlefield, life and death are often decided in the blink of an eye.

However, Luo Qiuyue was actually mentally prepared for this slow turn of events, and even felt that it was... better than she had expected.

Her worst-case scenario was that these proud and arrogant geniuses would simply not listen to her orders.

Qin Le, who had been standing quietly beside her, had obviously noticed the delay.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat curious, and then spoke, his voice carrying clearly throughout the room:

"Wait a minute. I'm a little curious... and I'd like to ask everyone."

The drill stopped abruptly, and all eyes turned to Qin Le.

"After receiving Luo Qiuyue's military orders," Qin Le said calmly, glancing around at everyone, "why didn't you carry them out immediately?"

A moment of silence fell over the room. Many students hesitated, as if considering how to begin.

In the end, Tang Chen was the first to step forward.

"Before explaining why," he turned to Luo Qiuyue, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and said earnestly, "I must first apologize to Junior Sister Luo Qiuyue—I'm sorry. Personally, I cannot yet fully trust your command."

"It's alright, Senior Tang Chen, I understand." Luo Qiuyue smiled and shook her head, her expression calm.

Tang Chen nodded in acknowledgment, then looked at Qin Le:

"Junior Qin Le, the reason is just as I said—I can't completely trust her, but I can completely trust you. That's why."

Qin Le was still somewhat puzzled: "I still don't quite understand... why do you trust me so much?"

Tang Chen smiled and explained, "Because you've accomplished so many things that seem 'impossible' to us. Moreover, more than half of the students here have received your guidance. This trust has naturally accumulated through countless instances of 'impossible' achievements and 'learning from you.'"

He wasn't exaggerating. Of the more than a thousand people present, at least half had consulted Qin Le about cultivation difficulties.

Even those who had never personally consulted Qin Le had an almost instinctive, temporary trust in him because of his many incredible past actions.

In this situation, Qin Le's military order was almost the optimal solution for them, so they acted immediately without hesitation.

At this moment, a senior student with a cool and aloof demeanor stepped forward, her voice clear:

"There's another reason—you've mastered the immortal arts of time and space. Even if there's a mistake in your command, you're capable of making up for it in time. But Junior Sister Luo Qiuyue... she hasn't."

These words, though direct and even somewhat sharp, reveal the fundamental mindset of those students who, despite not having been taught by Qin Le, chose to obey his orders—Qin Le's mastery of the immortal path was like an insurance policy.

He could choose not to use it, but he couldn't live without it. This sense of security brought him an indescribable sense of peace.

Luo Qiuyue, on the other hand, is in a vulnerable position, making it difficult for anyone to entrust their life to her judgment with complete peace of mind.

Upon hearing this, Qin Le finally understood.

Then, he sighed, somewhat amused and exasperated:

"Um...did you guys forget that I'll also be participating in the Heavenly Soldiers Trial? If anything goes wrong, I'll naturally step in to fix it."

The students were all taken aback upon hearing this.

Tang Chen instinctively asked, "You... you'll help?"

"Of course I will!" Qin Le looked puzzled. "Who said I wouldn't help?"

The senior student who had spoken earlier blushed slightly and said in a somewhat embarrassed voice, "We...we thought it was because your first performance was too outstanding that the Alliance or the Academy, in order to avoid over-reliance, prohibited you from taking direct action and changed the commander..."

Qin Le: "..."

He was speechless for a moment, completely unprepared for such a misunderstanding.

Rubbing his temples, Qin Le's tone was somewhat helpless, yet also earnest:

"I'm a student too. What reason is there not to let students take the lead? Besides, you might think I'm being long-winded, but I still have to say this—adapting to different commanders is an important part of the Heavenly Soldiers' Trials and even future Heavenly Conquests. After you ascend, will you always be led by the same person?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over them, sending a chill down the spines of many students, who fell into deep thought. Indeed, few of them had considered this issue in depth.

"I'm sorry, junior Luo Qiuyue." The senior student turned around first and bowed respectfully to Luo Qiuyue: "I was narrow-minded."

"Excuse me, Luo Qiuyue!"

"We misunderstood..."

Apologies rang out one after another. Only after Qin Le pointed it out did they realize how short-sighted and rude their hidden suspicions and criticisms of Luo Qiuyue had been.

"It's okay, it's really okay..."

Luo Qiuyue waved her hands repeatedly, a huge weight lifted from her heart, and gave Qin Le a grateful glance.

With the mental block resolved, the subsequent training went much more smoothly.

Perhaps it was Qin Le's words that served as a wake-up call, or perhaps it was because they knew he was still there to cover their retreat, but the students no longer hesitated and obeyed orders without question. Although they were a little awkward at first, they already showed some semblance of military discipline.

At noon, with Luo Qiuyue announcing the end of the gathering, everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon and rushed to the cafeteria.

Fortunately, the college teachers had anticipated this and notified the cafeteria in advance to prepare extra food; otherwise, the cooks would probably have collapsed from exhaustion at the stove again.

Afternoon classes proceeded as usual. With nothing to do, Qin Le strolled over to the designated area for defending the title.

As I approached, I saw a arena filled with the chilling aura of swords and the pervasive frost.

Lu Qingshuang, wielding a long sword, moved gracefully as she engaged in a fierce battle with a burly, vigorous young man.

Within the arena formation, fine snowflakes began to fall, and Lu Qingshuang's longsword was covered with a layer of crystal-clear azure ice, each strike carrying a bone-chilling cold.

Her opponent was no pushover either. His blood and qi surged like a furnace, forming a visible crimson field around his body that forcefully resisted the erosion of the icy and snowy atmosphere. Snowflakes evaporated and dissipated before they could even get close.

"The 'Qi and Blood Territory' of body cultivators..." Qin Le watched with interest, arms crossed.

This is what makes body cultivation so difficult—once you reach a certain level, your abundant blood and energy naturally form a domain, comparable to an artistic conception.

Even if the domain is broken, what they will face next is that powerful body that has been tempered and refined over thousands of years.

Qin Le stroked his chin and muttered to himself:

"I always feel that... the body cultivation path is a bit cheating."