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

Around noon, Qin Le, Chen Yun, and their group had lunch and went straight to the dean's office, where they found Shen Qingyan reviewing documents.

"What's up?" Shen Qingyan looked up from the pile of documents, adjusted her glasses, and looked at Qin Le.

"Hmm." Qin Le nodded and sat down opposite her. "Today I heard the senior students talking about the 'Three Colleges Exchange' from before, so I wanted to ask... if it's possible to organize a similar event again?"

"An exchange program between the three colleges?" Shen Qingyan pondered for a moment, her tone somewhat helpless. "Now that the undergraduate departments have all merged, the distinction between the 'three colleges' is long gone. How can this activity continue?"

"Without the division into three academies, we can compete using discussion groups," Qin Le said with a smile, clearly having already come up with the idea.

Before coming to find Shen Qingyan, he had already envisioned a general framework in his mind.

Since the core of the three colleges' exchange is to allow students from different colleges to learn from each other, exchange ideas, and make progress together, it can be transformed into an exchange and competition between discussion groups.

Most students in the college have their own discussion groups, but these are mostly limited to communication within the group. If we could facilitate the interaction and discussion between different groups, it would undoubtedly spark more ideas.

After listening, Shen Qingyan glanced at Qin Le and gently put down her pen: "The idea is good. But what about the reward? The alliance can't allocate resources to the academy indefinitely."

As the dean, she had to consider reality. For any college activity, rewards are almost an indispensable incentive to motivate student participation.

This may sound mundane, but for cultivators—especially students still in the mortal realm—the importance of cultivation resources is self-evident.

This is why the college provides academic credits and resource rewards for all its activities and course assessments.

"This..." Qin Le was stumped by the question.

After Shen Qingyan pointed it out, he realized that he had been thinking too idealistically.

Many things cannot be done simply by wanting to; they require the support of real resources.

Given his current status and abilities, he is not yet able to influence the alliance's decisions, let alone single-handedly help everyone reach their ideal level.

Qin Le had already understood this principle.

He has mentored many people, and many of them have made breakthroughs with his help. But there are always some who, no matter how hard he tries, still find it difficult to overcome that hurdle.

All he could do was try his best to help, and if he couldn't, he could only apologize.

"Let's go back." Shen Qingyan looked at Qin Le, her tone serious. "I will seriously consider your suggestion. But... don't get your hopes up too high."

She did not criticize Qin Le's unrealistic idealism.

Having ideals is not a bad thing, but reality is often more complicated and harsh.

"Okay, I understand."

Qin Le nodded, stood up, smiled apologetically, and turned to leave the dean's office.

Stepping out of the office building, Qin Le sat down alone on a bench beside a quiet path in the college, gazing at the figures of classmates running and practicing on the playground in the distance, lost in thought.

"Little Lele~ How are you feeling right now?"

Nuwa's voice gently echoed in his mind, carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern.

"I'm a little depressed," Qin Le thought to himself.

"Just a little?" Nuwa seemed somewhat surprised.

"Otherwise what?" Qin Le chuckled: "It's not the first time anyway."

His idea failed to materialize, which did make him somewhat frustrated.

But that's about it.

He was no stranger to this feeling of trying his best but still feeling powerless—when guiding students in the past, there were often situations where no matter how he explained or demonstrated, the other party just couldn't understand or break through.

He did his best, and if the other party chooses to give up, he can only let go.

You can't just break off your own insights and give them to someone else—even if you wanted to, you couldn't.

"Tsk, what a pity." Nuwa's voice revealed obvious regret. "I thought you would be particularly frustrated and come to me crying for comfort."

It sounded like she really wanted to see Qin Le looking dejected and running to her to act cute.

Qin Le's lips twitched slightly: "That's impossible. I'm not that fragile."

"Sigh... It's not all good to have such an outstanding son..." Nuwa sighed softly, her tone complicated.

Qin Le's excellence makes her proud, but it is precisely because of this excellence that Qin Le does not need to rely on her, her mother, in many things, which makes her feel less of the joy of being needed.

Qin Le didn't reply, but just sat quietly, her gaze unfocused.

In her sea of ​​consciousness, Nuwa, who had transformed into a small clay figure, became increasingly displeased. With a flick of her eyeballs, she stretched out her small hand and guided it through the air—the two sealed imprints of the Great Dao of Time and Space and the Great Dao of Creation in Qin Le's sea of ​​consciousness lit up slightly, and wisps of Daoist charm flowed around, condensing in her hand into a small and exquisite hammer that exuded endless mystery.

She hefted the hammer, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, and gently tapped the illusory image of Qin Le sitting still.

hum-

Qin Le felt a very faint tremor deep in his consciousness, then everything went black and he lost consciousness.

To the demon students watching from afar in the academy, Qin Le was just sitting on the bench... when suddenly he leaned back and fell asleep.

"When did you become so violent?" Fuxi's gentle and peaceful voice rang in Qin Le's mind: "I've never seen you 'educate' the child like this before."

"What do you know?" the little clay figure Nuwa said matter-of-factly, shaking the small hammer in her hand. "I'm helping him cultivate!"

She firmly denied that this was hitting the child, but rather using a special method to assist in her spiritual practice.

"Knocking around is good too," Chi You's deep and bold voice joined in. "It'll help me get stronger faster. Then I'll have another opponent to fight with."

"Blacksmith!" Nuwa immediately turned her head and glared at a certain spot in the void: "I still remember how you abused Xiao Lele in the illusion! Once he can fight, let's see how we team up to beat you up!"

"Come on!" Chi You laughed heartily, completely unconcerned. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

He was naturally warlike, and the more opponents he faced, the stronger they were, the more excited he became.

"But...did you go a little too far?" another voice chimed in, its tone concerned. "Should we feed him some of my newly developed 'Spirit-Awakening and Soul-Replenishing Pills'? They're fresh out of the oven; they should be quite effective..."

"Have you tried this medicine yourself?" Fuxi asked gently.

"Uh..." The voice paused, sounding a little guilty, "Not yet..."

"Go away!" Nuwa waved her hand impatiently. "Try eating one yourself first!"

This guy who takes medicine indiscriminately has a creativity in alchemy that rivals that of Qin Le's mother, Lin Wanrou, but the things he concocts are often full of surprises—no one knows whether eating them will make you ascend to heaven on the spot or lie flat on your back.

"Let's give it a try! This time it'll definitely work!"

The voice was defiant, and then came a rustling sound, as if someone was searching for pills.

Then... there was silence.

After a long while, Nuwa couldn't contain her curiosity and asked, "How is that guy...?"

"It's nothing." Fuxi's voice remained calm, as if stating something perfectly ordinary: "He's just foaming at the mouth and twitching around."

"I knew it!" The little clay figure Nuwa sighed, looking utterly speechless.

Clearly, she was used to this kind of scene.