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

After lunch, Qin Le went straight to the defending champion's arena. Accompanying him were several of his regular lunch buddies, followed by a large group of students who had come after hearing the news.

There was no way around it; Qin Le's first public battle was simply too captivating.

By lunchtime, news of his upcoming challenge had already spread among various university student groups, with many students even skipping class just to see for themselves what Qin Le's actual combat skills were like.

Upon arriving at the arena plaza, Qin Le didn't linger. He quickly scanned the area and locked onto the nearest arena.

He took a step forward, his figure slightly blurred in place, and in the next instant, he landed steadily on the arena.

On the arena, a cool and aloof senior student with a high ponytail stood with her sword already in hand, clearly having waited for some time. Upon seeing Qin Le appear, a hint of barely perceptible helplessness appeared on her face.

Qin Le clasped his hands in a fist salute to her, his smile gentle: "I'm Qin Le, a freshman. Please guide me, senior."

The senior student returned the greeting, her tone tinged with a resigned frustration: "Sophomore, Zhou Ruoning. Junior Qin Le... May I ask why you chose me?"

She had received the news, of course, and Qin Le was one of the opponents she least wanted to face.

There was no other reason than that Qin Le's immortal techniques of time and space were simply too troublesome, and she had no sure chance of winning.

"Because it's close by."

Qin Le pointed to the ground, his smile so honest it left everyone speechless.

The arena that Zhou Ruoning was guarding was indeed the first one that Qin Le saw after entering the arena.

"Alright... let's begin then." Zhou Ruoning was completely speechless.

Are they close by?

The reason is so simple that it's impossible to refute.

She shook her head and summoned a long sword with a cold, gleaming light from her storage ring.

Qin Le smiled and didn't say anything more.

The next second—

Zhou Ruoning felt the surrounding scenery ripple and distort slightly without warning, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm water surface. Before she could even react, her feet slipped and the familiar arena floor disappeared.

When I looked again, she was already standing steadily in the safe area outside the arena, still holding her sword in her starting stance.

On the stage, Qin Le clasped his hands in a fist salute to her again, a hint of apology on his face, and smiled, "Sorry, senior. I won."

Zhou Ruoning: "..."

She blinked, stunned for a full two seconds, before she could process everything that had happened in the blink of an eye.

She then shook her head with a wry smile, quite decisively: "It's alright. A loss is a loss. Perfect... I can still try to take on other arenas."

For her, this was perhaps the best outcome—ending the battle with zero energy expenditure, retaining all her strength, and fully capable of competing for other arenas.

Below the arena, the students watching fell into a brief silence upon witnessing this scene that ended as soon as it began.

"No wonder he said...it wouldn't be very exciting." Lu Qingshuang sighed, her tone speechless.

She now fully understood the meaning behind Qin Le's words at lunch.

This isn't a question of whether it's exciting or not; it's that Qin Le doesn't even need to lift a finger. He simply needs to escort the challengers off the stage one by one, and he probably won't even have to worry about his clothes getting messed up.

"Although it's not exciting," Luo Qiuyue said thoughtfully, looking at Qin Le on the stage who seemed relaxed. "But if we really faced him... we probably wouldn't have an easy time either."

"Indeed." Wang Zhiheng nodded. As the first person to experience Qin Le's methods, he was the most qualified to speak on the matter: "Avoiding his spatial displacement might not be difficult, but our attacks... can hardly touch him either."

Qin Le has empowered himself with the Immortal Dao of Time and Space, so in a sense, his true form is already in another spacetime rift.

Without breaking through that barrier of time and space, one can never touch him in the slightest.

"I feel like..." Chu Xiaonan scratched his head and muttered softly, "He's even more 'cheap' than us body cultivators..."

He recalled Qin Le's complaints about body cultivators being shameless, but now it seemed that the one who truly took shamelessness to the extreme was this guy who had comprehended the immortal path of time and space.

Chen Yun stroked his chin and began to deduce with a serious expression: "Unless I use 'Truth' to perish together with him, I probably won't be able to defeat him. But if he really faces me, he will definitely be wary of this move."

He mentally simulated a life-or-death struggle with Qin Le.

With his strength and divine sense, it wouldn't be difficult for him to sense and dodge spatial displacement in advance.

The problem is, even if you dodge it, it's all for nothing if you can't hit Qin Le.

His truth might be able to blast through a layer of spacetime barrier when Qin Le is unprepared, but if Qin Le is prepared, he could stack thousands of layers of spatial barriers like during a test explosion...

Unless it is a truth at the Golden Immortal level, it would be difficult to shake.

"Using 'truth' to attack Qin Le? How could you say such a thing?"

Li Yanran listened with wide eyes, finding the thought processes of her friends quite peculiar.

Qin Le is not their enemy.

Is it necessary to use such an extreme scenario of life and death to conduct the simulation?

"Yanran," Wang Zhiheng explained with a smile, "We're not treating Qin Le as an enemy, but rather thinking... about how we should deal with enemies who possess similar spacetime abilities in the future."

Li Yanran was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

Yes, with Qin Le's continued preaching and assistance, their future ascension to the Heavenly Realm is almost a certainty.

On the battlefield of the celestial realm, there may be enemies among those who have comprehended the laws of time or space, or even those who have attained immortality.

To avoid being caught off guard when they encounter Qin Le in the future, they can only use Qin Le as a hypothetical enemy and deduce various coping strategies in advance.

Currently, only Qin Le in the mortal realm possesses both of these troublesome abilities.

If we don't study him, who should we study?

Having figured this out, Li Yanran put away her joking attitude and began to seriously consider how she would break the deadlock if she faced Qin Le's elusive spatial displacement and inaccessible time-space isolation.

While Chen Yun and his group were engrossed in tactical simulations, the students below the arena who had not yet received the defending champion's reward were already groaning and discussing in hushed tones.

"His spatial immortality technique... is like a dimensional attack on us!"

"It's impossible to fight, absolutely impossible! We'd get sent back as soon as we went up, are you kidding me?"

"Could we apply to the academy to... ban his cultivation path? That's not fair!"

"Are you dreaming? He figured it out himself, why can't he use it?"

"I...I'm just daydreaming, okay?"

With just one move, Qin Le's seemingly effortless spatial reversal had already filled the vast majority of students who had not yet received their rewards with despair.

They knew very well that the highest level among them was only at the perfected stage of Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation. With such a level of spiritual awareness, they could neither perceive the subtle spatial fluctuations in advance nor move fast enough to escape the area before the position change was completed.

It can't be defended against, and it can't be avoided.

Facing Qin Le, there seems to be only one outcome—enter the stage, leave the stage, and the game is over.

Not far away, Tang Chen, Zhao Yaya, Qian Shuning, and a dozen other top students who had reached the peak of the Refining Void and Integrating Dao stage were also watching quietly. Their expressions were much more solemn than those of the lower-grade students.

"What do you guys think?" Tang Chen asked his companion in a low voice.

Qian Shuning, clutching his terrifying giant hammer, frowned deeply and slowly uttered three words: "Can't take it down."

Zhao Yaya crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on Qin Le on the ring, and shook her head just as decisively: "He can't fight."

Even though their cultivation was higher and they possessed higher levels of understanding, faced with Qin Le's almost cheating spatial isolation, their conclusions were no different from those deduced by Chen Yun and the others.

If you can't reach it, it's all just empty talk.