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

After Chen Yun, the others also sparred with Qin Le one by one.

The results were similar – they all struggled to dodge and find openings in Qin Le's unpredictable and endless spacetime attacks, while simultaneously looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

However, without exception, their attacks all passed right through Qin Le's body, achieving nothing.

After the practice session, the group, though tired, returned to their dormitory in relaxed spirits, chatting and laughing.

After Nezha and Chang'e pointed out the true nature of fighting a Golden Immortal beyond one's level, the lingering anxiety and self-doubt they had felt due to their inability to defeat the Golden Immortal for so long dissipated.

Instead, there was a peculiar, slightly proud sense of relief.

Just as Chen Yun later muttered: They actually fought a Golden Immortal to a draw, even though they were at a higher level!

Although no one would actually boast about it, this experience and insight is itself a valuable asset.

For the next nine days, Qin Le went to the arena area to clock in without fail every day—the rules required him to defend the arena for ten consecutive days in order to earn credits, so he had no choice but to go.

If a person sits quietly in the ring for two hours each day without being challenged, they are automatically declared the winner.

After successfully obtaining the credits, Qin Le transferred them to Chen Yun and Chu Xiaonan as agreed. For him, these credits were indeed of little use.

That evening, in the cafeteria.

Several people sat around a table. Halfway through dinner, Li Yanran suddenly remembered something, put down her chopsticks, looked around at everyone, and asked:

"By the way, the holidays are coming up soon... What are your plans for the break?"

The first semester is more than halfway over, and there is less than a month left until the two-month long holiday.

After spending these past few months together, cultivating side by side, she felt a slight reluctance to part with her companions and didn't want to be separated from them for too long.

"Cultivation," Chu Xiaonan answered first, her tone matter-of-fact: "Even on vacation, I can't relax."

In his view, a holiday at the academy does not equate to a holiday in spiritual practice. The path of physical cultivation is like rowing against the current; one cannot slacken even for a day.

"I should... also be cultivating." Wang Zhiheng followed closely behind, his voice steady, yet carrying an invisible sense of urgency.

Li Wuyou's ten-year promise was like a sword hanging over his head, making him dare not relax in the slightest. Even on holidays, he had little desire to have fun.

Upon hearing this, Li Yanran couldn't help but secretly roll her eyes at Wang Zhiheng, but ultimately said nothing.

She knew that Wang Zhiheng was working so hard largely so that he could gain her mother's approval as soon as possible.

How could she complain about such a thoughtful gesture?

"I... I guess I'm also a cultivator."

Luo Qiuyue poked at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks, looking uninterested, her tone even carrying a hint of barely perceptible resistance.

Going home for vacation?

For her, it was nothing to look forward to. It was more like returning to a cold, calculating, ornate cage called home.

"Cultivation." Lu Qingshuang's answer was as simple as ever.

With unwavering resolve, holidays became a time for her to focus more intently and undisturbed on her spiritual practice.

Hearing these people's identical answers, devoid of any holiday spirit, Li Yanran's lips twitched slightly, speechless.

She cast her last hopeful gaze upon the two most unconventional people on the table—Qin Le and Chen Yun.

"What about you two? You wouldn't... tell me you're going to start cultivating too, would you?"

She could roughly guess Chen Yun's situation; he was probably staying at home tinkering with his strange and unusual scientific research, and cultivating his skills in the process.

Qin Le had absolutely no idea what to do—this guy had an unlimited lifespan, no pressure, and could do anything.

"I haven't decided yet," Qin Le smiled and answered honestly.

For him, the holiday seemed to be just a matter of changing his time spent wandering around the college to lying at home or going out for a stroll; there was not much difference.

The cultivation method created by Fuxi was already operating on its own, and he was constantly cultivating, so he really didn't need to deliberately arrange his cultivation time.

"Is that even a question? Of course, it's scientific research!" Chen Yun answered decisively.

It was as if not engaging in research during holidays was an unforgivable sin. Aside from cultivation, this was the passion he was willing to dedicate his life to.

"Fine..." Li Yanran slumped her shoulders and sighed resignedly, "Then I'll cultivate too."

With all her friends so diligent, if she slacks off on her own, she'll probably be left far behind in no time.

Her competitive spirit and unwillingness to fall behind made her abandon the idea of ​​relaxing occasionally.

"There's still more than half a month left," Qin Le said with a laugh, looking at Li Yanran's forced and anxious expression. "What's the rush?"

The holiday is approaching, but there's no need to worry about it now.

Time flies, and another ten days have passed. There are less than ten days left until the end of the semester and the start of the long holiday.

That morning, at Chen Yun's weapon-refining workshop.

Just as Qin Le finished replenishing the Law Power needed for his new round of research, a golden light flashed, and a palm-sized phantom of Nezha appeared in mid-air.

Nezha's gaze swept between Qin Le and Chen Yun, and he asked in an unusually formal tone:

"You two... you're on vacation now, why don't you go to the Celestial Realm to cultivate for a while?"

Both of them were taken aback upon hearing this.

Chen Yun was the first to react, his eyes lighting up with surprise, and his voice rose slightly: "Really?! Boss!"

Heading to the Celestial Realm for cultivation!

This is probably an opportunity that the vast majority of mortal cultivators dream of.

The spiritual energy there is purer and richer, the Daoist principles are clearer and more perceptible, and the cultivation environment is far superior to that of the mortal world.

Ordinary students, without special opportunities or the guidance of their teachers, have no chance to set foot there, unless they ascend to the heavens in advance.

However, those who ascend early need to accumulate contribution points to enjoy the superior cultivation realm, which is vastly different from ordinary environments.

"Of course," Nezha nodded, his tone certain. "If you're willing, I'll make the arrangements immediately."

He was very optimistic about Chen Yun's potential and research ideas. Even without a formal master-disciple relationship, he was willing to pay out of his own pocket to secure an opportunity for Chen Yun to cultivate diligently in the Heavenly Realm and also to come into contact with a higher level of weapon-refining environment.

At this moment, Qin Le also came to his senses, looked at Nezha, and asked very seriously, "Can you bring a few more people? I'll pay for their contribution points."

He thought of his companions almost without hesitation. He certainly wouldn't keep such an opportunity to accelerate everyone's cultivation and broaden their horizons to himself.

As for contribution points, he still had a sum lying dormant in his account, which he had originally planned to exchange for a weapon, but he would use it up first.

If that's really not enough... he can just ask his mother, Lin Wanrou, for some. In terms of contribution points reserves, his mother is probably second only to a few other deities who descended to the mortal realm, like the Jade Emperor.

"Sure." Nezha agreed with unusual ease, even waving his hand: "No need for contribution points, I have plenty here, and I don't usually have a chance to use them."

Qin Le would bring his usual dining buddies, which was exactly what Nezha expected.

He would find it strange if Qin Le really forgot about them.

Noon, canteen.

Qin Le and the others had just sat down and hadn't even started eating when Lu Qingshuang, who had been eating quietly, suddenly looked up and spoke softly:

"There's something I... want to tell everyone."

"What is it?" Qin Le looked at her with some curiosity.

Lu Qingshuang rarely initiates conversations.

The others also cast inquiring glances at them.

Lu Qingshuang pursed her lips slightly, seemingly organizing her thoughts, before clearly saying:

"My master said that I should go to the Heavenly Realm to cultivate for a while during the holidays. I... I asked my master to help me arrange for you all to go as well."

After speaking, her cool eyes swept over the crowd, and a rare, almost imperceptible, expression of embarrassment appeared on her face.

After all, she made the arrangements without consulting anyone.