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

Putting away the spirit branches and leaves generously given by the giant tree elder, Qin Le strode towards the seemingly inconspicuous stone house.

The moment you step through the stone gate, your vision suddenly opens up—the interior space is several times more spacious than it appears from the outside, clearly due to a spatial expansion spell.

As his gaze swept over the scene, Qin Le was once again speechless.

The stone house was extremely simply furnished, with only two piles of things inside.

On the left is a pile of strangely shaped stones with obvious marks of hammering and burning on their surfaces, while on the right is a stack of strange ingots covered with branding marks and shimmering with different metallic lusters.

Of these two piles of treasures, Qin Le could only name one piece of metal the size of a human head, with a chaotic luster—Chaotic Refined Gold.

He didn't recognize any of the other stones and metals that looked equally extraordinary.

"Looks like I'll have to read more books when I get back," Qin Le muttered to himself, rubbing his temples with a hint of helplessness.

He really didn't want to experience that feeling of having a treasure right in front of him but not being able to name it a second time.

He stopped being polite and, with the spirit of "since I'm already here," began cleaning up the scene.

With a thought, he collected all the top-grade refining scraps that Chi You had looked down upon, as well as a few scattered materials casually placed on the central worktable, into his storage ring.

In the blink of an eye, the weapon-refining workshop, which originally had some assets, was almost completely emptied, leaving only the heavy stone workbench and a few simple-looking weapon-refining tools on it.

Just as Qin Le was satisfied and about to turn and leave, he suddenly felt a weight on his head.

The little clay figure Nuwa sat down again, reached out her tiny hand and poked his head, her tone carrying a helpless "Are you stupid?" tone:

"Little Lele, how could you forget the best things?"

"Huh? The best thing?" Qin Le was taken aback, looking around blankly. "Where is it?"

He moved almost everything that could be moved from the workshop.

The little clay figure of Nuwa raised her tiny finger and pointed to the empty workbench, or more precisely, to the dark, dull, square iron hammer on the table:

"That hammer is the most valuable treasure here. All the stuff you took combined isn't worth as much as its handle."

"This... taking this too, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Qin Le glanced at the unassuming iron hammer, then at the surroundings where he had looted everything, and felt a little embarrassed.

He knew, of course, that any tool that Chi You placed on his workbench for daily use could not possibly be an ordinary item.

Taking all the materials was already excessive, but taking away their tools of the trade... isn't that a bit too much?

"What's wrong with that?" The little clay figure Nuwa waved her hand dismissively. "That blacksmith has been using something much better for a long time now. Besides, the fact that you can walk in without any hindrance means that you can take whatever you want from here."

Upon hearing this, Qin Le paused for a moment, then suddenly realized and smiled, "I understand."

Nuwa's meaning was clear: his entry was only possible with Chi You's tacit approval.

Otherwise, with the abilities of the sages in the Heavenly Realm, how could they not find this place?

It's simply that they can't come in or touch anything here without the owner's permission.

Having figured this out, Qin Le felt no more guilty and happily walked to the workbench, putting the hammer and the entire workbench into his storage ring.

At this moment, the little clay figure Nuwa floated in front of him, tilted her little face up, and revealed a mischievous smile:

"Besides, when he was teaching you how to lead troops, he really humiliated you. Now that we've emptied his base, consider it... collecting some interest. Sounds reasonable, right?"

Qin Le: "..."

He stumbled, almost unable to resist taking the worktable out and putting it back.

However, seeing Nuwa's mother's mischievous smile that said, "I did it on purpose, what can you do about it?", he ultimately didn't do it.

"Mother Nuwa," Qin Le sighed, both amused and exasperated, "collecting interest... isn't this a bit much?"

"I think it's acceptable," the little clay figure Nuwa said, chin raised, her voice confident and radiant. "And it's perfectly, perfectly reasonable!"

"...You're right." Qin Le readily agreed and nodded immediately.

Although he felt the interest rate was a bit too harsh, the person speaking was Nuwa, his strongest and most reliable backer at the moment.

What the big boss says goes!

Even if it's wrong, it has to be right!

Leaving Chi You's weapon-forging workshop, they returned to the celestial cloud sea.

Qin Le asked with great interest, "Mother Nuwa, where is the next place?"

The little clay figure Nuwa pointed again with her tiny hand: "Over there. At your current speed... it will probably take you five or six days to fly there."

"Five or six days..." Qin Le calculated the time, then smiled and said, "Then let's go back to the Heavenly Court first. The day for the sermon is approaching, and while we're at it, let Laozi take a look at these things we have on hand."

"what ever."

The little clay figure Nuwa shrugged indifferently and returned to her sea of ​​consciousness.

Qin Le stretched his limbs, determined his direction, and began to leap through the continuous space towards the location of the Heavenly Court.

There were two reasons why he did not immediately go to the next treasure: first, his half-month sermon appointment with Chen Yun and the others was approaching;

Secondly, he could only tell that the treasures in his possession were valuable, but he had no idea exactly how valuable they were or how they could be used. He urgently needed to find a professional like Lao Tzu to appraise them.

Nuwa, the goddess of the moon, clearly had no interest in being his appraiser—in her eyes, this pile of things was probably no different from broken stones, scrap iron, withered branches, and rotten leaves.

They wouldn't even bother to look at it if it were left on the side of the road.

After three whole days, Qin Le finally returned to the Heavenly Court area and went straight to the entrance of the Time Secret Realm.

He took out the Divine Jade and contacted Chen Yun. The secret cabin had a powerful isolation and protection array; no one could open it from the inside, so he couldn't get in.

A short while later, the wooden door opened, and Chen Yun poked his head out, looking curious: "Where have you been these past few days...?"

The others in the room also cast curious glances. They had been diligently cultivating these past few days, and were naturally quite concerned about the whereabouts of Qin Le, this idle man.

"Off on a treasure hunt."

Qin Le walked into the house with a smile, closed the door behind him, and answered decisively.

"Treasure hunting?!" Chen Yun was taken aback, and the others also looked surprised.

Are there still treasures to be found in the war-torn heavens?

"Hmm." Qin Le nodded, sat down in an empty space, and smiled, "I took a stroll around the old weapon-refining workshop of the great Chi You."

"Chi You's weapon-forging workshop?!" Chen Yun's eyes widened instantly. "Did you find... anything good?"

Qin Le smiled, and with a thought, took out the metal, about the size of a human head and flowing with a chaotic luster, from his storage ring and held it in his palm.

"They're mostly scraps from this level," he said casually, as if he were talking about a pile of ordinary ore. "You... don't need them for now."

The room fell silent instantly.

Several pairs of eyes were fixed on the piece of metal in Qin Le's hand, feeling the heavy Daoist aura and destructive power contained within it, which made their breath catch slightly.

Chaos Refined Gold!

It's still this big!

A legendary top-tier weapon-refining treasure!

"Fine..." Chen Yun opened his mouth, but finally let out a bitter laugh, his shoulders slumping: "Never mind, I didn't ask."

He was very self-aware. With his current cultivation level and weapon-refining skills, let alone refining weapons with Chaos Refined Gold, he couldn't even scrape off a speck of powder from it.

Giving it to him would be a complete waste.

The others stared at the legendary piece of Chaos Essence Gold, speechless for a long time.

Treasures of this caliber, which seemed more like things from myths to them, were now appearing so realistically before their eyes.

Qin Le smiled and put the Chaos Essence Gold back: "Alright, don't be so ambitious. Right now, focusing on improving your own cultivation is the most important thing."

As he spoke, he walked to the open space inside the house and casually sat down cross-legged.

Chen Yun and the others exchanged glances, then immediately composed themselves, found their seats, and formed a circle around Qin Le, holding their breath and concentrating.

"Let's begin." Chen Yun took a deep breath, his eyes regaining focus.

Qin Le said no more, her eyes slightly closed, then opened again, clear as water.

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet each word clear, carrying a strange rhythm that reached the very core of his being, echoing throughout the small wooden house.

The sermon begins.

In an instant, a profound Daoist melody spread out from Qin music.

Chen Yun, Chu Xiaonan, Wang Zhiheng, Luo Qiuyue, Lu Qingshuang, and Li Yanran were all shaken to their core. Their eyes quickly became clear and focused, and they all entered a state of cultivation where they forgot themselves and the world around them, almost to the point of enlightenment.

The speed at which the spiritual energy circulated around his body subtly increased by several degrees.