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Upon hearing Qin Le's question, Chu Xiaonan was taken aback for a moment, then scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Well... actually, it has something to do with my parents."

"Is it related to your uncle and aunt?" Qin Le asked curiously.

"Hmm." Chu Xiaonan nodded, her expression becoming serious: "When my parents were young, they were very daring and went to the battlefield of the Myriad Treasures Secret Realm in search of opportunities. As a result, they accidentally triggered the residual killing intent of Erlang Shen. At that time... my mother didn't know she was already pregnant with me."

He paused, then continued, "That time, my mother and I almost died together. Fortunately... Erlang Shen sensed something in the celestial realm and descended to earth in time, bringing with him celestial healing elixirs, which pulled us back from the brink of death."

After finishing speaking in one breath, Chu Xiaonan let out a soft breath.

In fact, entering the Myriad Treasures Secret Realm in search of opportunities is a matter of life and death, especially on the battlefield where the danger is highest.

Under normal circumstances, the gods will not interfere—that is the choice of the trainee.

But Erlang Shen himself descended to earth to save them. Chu Xiaonan didn't know the specific reason, nor did his parents. But regardless, Erlang Shen saved them.

Their family will always remember this kindness.

"So that's how it is..." Qin Le finally understood.

A life-saving grace is as heavy as Mount Tai. Moreover, Erlang Shen saved not only Chu Xiaonan, but also his mother.

This kindness, if not for the heartless and treacherous, is something one should remember for a lifetime.

Those who are heartless and cruel are destined not to go far on the path of cultivation—in the mortal realm, in addition to accumulating spiritual power, it is even more important to cultivate the mind and virtue.

If one's character is flawed, one's path will be obstructed.

"Actually, I wasn't this 'admiring' at first." Chu Xiaonan smiled, a little embarrassed. "I was just very grateful. But later, after reading more myths and hearing more about the celestial realm... I gradually felt that Erlang Shen was truly strong, righteous, and responsible. Before I knew it, I became like this."

He was telling the truth.

As a child, I didn't understand anything about worship; I just vaguely knew that a powerful deity had saved me and my mother.

As I grew older and gained a deeper understanding, that gratitude gradually transformed into heartfelt admiration and longing.

"That's quite normal." Qin Le nodded, then seemed thoughtful: "But now that you mention it... I think I understand why Erlang Shen only taught you the method back then, but didn't use a divided soul to inhabit the body or personally guide you."

"Huh? Why?" Chu Xiaonan was taken aback.

He always took it for granted that Erlang Shen didn't choose him—those great gods were already too busy to personally teach each one of them.

But Qin Le's words seemed to have a deeper meaning.

"Have you ever heard the saying?" Qin Le looked at him and slowly said, "Those who learn from me will live, those who imitate me will die."

Chu Xiaonan was stunned, pondering these eight words. After a moment, a look of realization gradually appeared in her eyes.

He was simply straightforward, not stupid. Qin Le's words had already pinpointed the crux of his problem that he had been unaware of all along.

He idolizes Erlang Shen so much that he unconsciously imitates him.

Whether it's choosing the double-edged trident as a weapon or embarking on the path of physical cultivation to achieve sainthood, both are intentionally or unintentionally referencing the path of Erlang Shen.

However, if he merely imitates clumsily, his potential will likely be limited from the very beginning.

Erlang Shen realized this, which is why he only imparted the magic and did not provide personal guidance—he did not want Chu Xiaonan to become a smaller version of Erlang Shen, but rather hoped that he could forge his own unique path.

Scratching his head, Chu Xiaonan looked troubled. "Then... what should I do now?"

Discovering the problem was a good thing, but he had no idea how to solve it.

"Same as before," Qin Le laughed, her tone relaxed.

"Huh? It's the same as before?" Chu Xiaonan was even more confused.

What's the point of discovering a problem if you don't try to change it?

"You are Chu Xiaonan, and Erlang Shen is Erlang Shen." Qin Le looked at him, her gaze clear. "Now, don't you understand the difference?"

Chu Xiaonan was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly realized.

Qin Le meant that he could continue to learn from and draw on Erlang Shen's strengths and advantages, but he didn't need to, and shouldn't, force himself to become the second Erlang Shen.

Learn what you can learn diligently; don't force yourself to learn what you can't.

These two seem similar, but in reality they are worlds apart—the former uses others as a mirror to understand one's own gains and losses, while the latter is like forcing oneself to fit into a mold, losing one's true self.

Just like Qin Le himself, he has many admirers.

But who can learn from him?

Who can imitate him?

That unparalleled comprehension and effortless guidance are unique and cannot be replicated.

Forcibly imitating others will only cause more trouble and lead to your own demise.

"So that's how it is..."

Chu Xiaonan breathed a long sigh of relief; the fog that had been lingering in her heart finally dissipated.

"Alright, let's continue cultivating." Qin Le patted his shoulder and stood up. "What attribute do you want this time?"

"It's lightning-attribute, I guess."

Chu Xiaonan also stood up from the ground, put a pill to aid in body tempering into her mouth, walked back to her previous position, and got into a fighting stance.

Qin Le smiled as he operated the controller. In an instant, countless bullets and shells formed from blinding lightning roared out again, engulfing Chu Xiaonan's figure.

Chu Xiaonan gritted her teeth and endured it without uttering a sound.

Although he understood that he should not imitate poorly, he would never give up on the path of physical cultivation—because it was not simply out of imitation, but because this path was indeed suitable for him.

The practice continued until nearly noon.

When the two finished work, Chu Xiaonan was surrounded by a faint white smoke, and there were faint electric sparks flowing under her skin, but her eyes were clearer and more determined than in the morning.

On their way back to the dormitory, Chu Xiaonan suddenly thought of something and asked, "Qin Le, do you think... if we equipped the academy's body tempering room with a few of these magical artifacts, wouldn't the effect be even better?"

The effects of this morning's training far surpassed those of a whole day's arduous practice in the academy's body tempering room. If such a divine artifact were widely available, it would undoubtedly be a tremendous aid to body cultivation students.

"Of course," Qin Le said with a smile, "but... it depends on whether the academy is willing to part with those spirit stones."

This magical artifact has amazing effects, but its consumption is equally astonishing. In just one morning, nearly half of the 500,000 spirit stones it contained had already been used up.

Qin Le even started to wonder if she should ask her mother to provide a few hundred million spirit stones to cover the shortfall. After all, she had more spirit stones than she could spend, and Chu Xiaonan could pay her back slowly in the future.

"That's true..."

Chu Xiaonan also smiled, a smile that revealed a profound understanding of the concept of "burning money," unique to body cultivators.

The exorbitant cost of physical cultivation was on full display at this moment.