No Money To Cultivate Immortality? Chapter 369: Crypto Trading - Novel Cool

Chapter 369: Crypto Trading

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"Rising! It’s rising again!" Yu Xinghan beamed, eyes gleaming with delight as the price of Qingqing Coin surged once more today.

While classmates gazed at Bai Zhenzhen with admiration, worshiping the Qingqing God and marveling at her fame, Yu Xinghan had already gone all-in on Qingqing Coin.

"Bai Zhenzhen is impressive, sure," he mused, "but among so many elite fighters in the Flying Sword Tournament—some wielding Military-Grade Techniques, others with Military-Grade Flying Swords, and even those who’ve established their Divine Spirit Root Foundation—why is she the one getting all the hype?"

"Someone’s definitely pumping it."

"Maybe it’s the Qingqing God himself orchestrating the hype."

The memory of Xinghuo Immortal’s teachings echoed in Yu Xinghan’s mind.

...

Xinghuo Immortal: "Xinghan, how does a true master showcase their strength? How do they make others aware of their power?"

Yu Xinghan pondered. "Defeating a formidable opponent?"

"Displaying overwhelming destructive force?"

"Completing the most difficult trial?"

Xinghuo Immortal shook his head gently. "All of those methods work... but for someone at the peak of cultivation, they’re inefficient."

"Combat carries risk. Every use of power drains energy. The stronger the technique, the greater the cost—and the higher the price."

"Meanwhile, getting others to praise you, creating hype, boosting your image... that’s the ultimate cost-efficiency."

"Especially now. A high-level cultivator’s strength, wealth, and reputation directly influence their company’s stock price, the value of the currency they create."

"Promoting your own power, assets, and abilities? That’s not just useful—it’s essential."

...

As the profit figures flickered across his Eye Armor, Yu Xinghan nodded in quiet satisfaction.

He wouldn’t have dared jump into crypto speculation for just any Divine Spirit Lord’s news—he didn’t understand those cases. But Bai Zhenzhen? He knew her.

"Bai Zhenzhen’s Divine Spirit Root was likely innate."

"Her rapid growth, her swift military appointment—yes, the Divine Spirit Lords helped, but her natural root was the real key."

"Still... even if she’s strong, I don’t think she’ll break into the top ten."

"If she loses, Qingqing Coin will crash. But when will she lose?"

"Does she have other hidden cards? A Military-Grade Flying Sword? A Military-Grade Technique?"

The thought gnawed at him. He wanted to cash out and secure his gains, yet feared missing out on more Lingbi. In the end, he reached out to Zhang Yu for intel.

Zhang Yu may not be as close to Bai Zhenzhen as before, he thought, but he still talks to her regularly. He must know something.

He remembered how, back when he first went all-in on Qingqing Coin, he’d urged his dormmates to join:

"Trading crypto is a crucial part of the immortal path—every cultivator should give it a try. An immortal opportunity not to be missed!"

Now, he thought: If Zhang Yu’s already profited, he’s definitely wondering when to sell.

Yu Xinghan: Zhang Yu, what do you think? How far can Bai Zhenzhen go this time?

...

Bai Zhenzhen: Hmm...

Feeling the soft tremble of Bai Zhenzhen in his arms, Zhang Yu glanced at the message flashing on his Eye Armor and asked, "A Zhen, what’s your goal this time?"

Bai Zhenzhen took a few deep breaths, her Divine Spirit Root pulsing faintly in her dantian. "I’m aiming for the top 20."

"The strongest competitors will be those who possess all three: Military-Grade Flying Sword, Military-Grade Technique, and Divine Spirit Root."

"Among them, the Divine Spirit Root is the rarest. Most require a Divine Spirit Lord’s intervention just to qualify at the first Foundation Establishment. Those with lesser backgrounds must first establish their foundation, then gain permission to use the root, before resetting their cultivation and re-establishing from scratch."

"But someone with all three? That’s incredibly rare. Only two such people exist in this tournament."

"Next are those with two of the three—still elite."

"Then the ones with just one."

"Based on my intel, there are roughly twenty or so competitors with at least one Military-Grade Power."

Zhang Yu reflected on the rising stars from various schools. "Military-Grade Power... I’ve only seen one person demonstrate it in all my time at university. Now, in one single tournament, I’m seeing so many?"

Fujie scoffed. "Of course. You don’t hang around Wanfa University’s top-tier students. Even if you passed one on the street, you wouldn’t know what techniques they wield or what spirit roots they possess."

"Like Mo Ejin—sure, you know he has the Tian Kunlun Shifting Mountain Divine Power, but do you know if he’s also equipped with Military-Grade Spirit Armor or a Spirit Artifact?"

Zhang Yu nodded. He thought of the Civil Engineering Competition.

Besides the current top-tier Mo Ejin, there was also a senior from the tenth year who wielded the same power. Both would represent their department.

If the other nine top schools each sent two students with Military-Grade Techniques, that would mean twenty such students in the inter-school competition alone.

"And that’s just the Civil Engineering Department—the poor kids’ department," Zhang Yu mused. "The Flying Sword Division? They’re flush with talent. Twenty-some people with Military-Grade Powers might sound like a lot, but compared to the sheer number of students? They’re still the rarest of the rare."

"Kunxu produces so many geniuses. Even after rigorous screening, there are still dozens left."

He felt a flicker of relief. Good thing Wang Yin never got his hands on Military-Grade power.

Fujie added: "Back in the First Layer’s conflict, two factions were already at odds. Both wanted to control the war’s intensity. If Wang Yin had possessed such strength, he might never have descended."

"Besides, he didn’t secure his Divine Spirit Root before the first Foundation Establishment. He planned to reset after obtaining it—then take the Military License, then train in the Military-Grade Technique. A smooth, natural progression."

...

Bai Zhenzhen continued: "Right now, I only have the Divine Spirit Root. Among the twenty-odd competitors with Military-Grade Powers, I’m near the bottom. Making the top 20 would be a good result."

"If you bought Qingqing Coin, you should sell by the latest tomorrow."

...

On the street, Wen Wuya thought to himself: Vanished below the hundredth layer. Is Zhenzhen deliberately hiding?

Just then, a student from the Civil Engineering Department’s Foundation Establishment Class passed by.

Wen Wuya raised his hand and stopped him. "Hey, have you seen this person?"

Zhang Yu glanced at the photo projected from the student’s device—Bai Zhenzhen—and shook his head. "No. Never seen her."

Wen Wuya didn’t doubt him. He let Zhang Yu go.

Why would a Civil Engineering student even know Bai Zhenzhen?

Moments later, Wen Wuya stood face-to-face with Bai Zhenzhen. "Zhenzhen, where have you been? The match is about to start."

Bai Zhenzhen waved dismissively. "Alright, let’s go."

They headed toward the exit of University City, preparing to ride their swords to the battlefield.

Soon, they were surrounded by students eager for a glimpse of Bai Zhenzhen.

A beast-blooded student offered to sell meat for her to eat.

A student from Jinguang University tried to sell her a relic.

A junior college student even offered to sell himself into servitude.

The beast-blooded student mocked: "You’re a junior college student? You want to be a slave? Who’d take you?"

Others joined in, shooing the young man away.

But days later, when Bai Zhenzhen reappeared, the crowd had vanished. Instead, online forums erupted with fury.

"18th place—eliminated! Who said she’d make top 10?"

"She lost already? I just borrowed money to buy Qingqing Coin!"

"The Qingqing God was wrong. This Bai Zhenzhen is useless. I’d rather train myself!"

Wen Wuya scanned the Ling界 Network. The tide had turned. No longer was Bai Zhenzhen universally praised. Now, many blamed her for their losses.

Wen Wuya turned to Bai Zhenzhen. "Don’t pay attention to the noise. Wait a few days, then we’ll stir up some hype. Get a Soul Cultivator student to promote you. Your reputation will bounce back."

Bai Zhenzhen stretched lazily. "Enough. Let’s go to the banquet. I’m starving."

At the post-tournament banquet, Wen Wuya noticed teams from various schools already present, along with many students from Wanfa University’s other departments.

He and Bai Zhenzhen immediately drew attention.

He’d barely exchanged a few words with someone when he turned—and saw Bai Zhenzhen already diving into the food area, devouring everything in sight.

Then, Wen Wuya’s gaze snapped to a familiar face at the buffet.

His mind clicked. That’s the Civil Engineering student I asked about her the last time.

He dismissed it. He turned back to his conversation.

Moments later, his Eye Armor flashed.

A message from the Qingqing God.

In fact, he’d sent the message days ago. For a Divine Spirit Lord, silence was normal.

He’d been asking about Bai Zhenzhen—because he knew money alone wouldn’t cut it. Especially after coming to Wanfa University, he felt more distant from her than ever.

He wanted to know if the agreement could be changed.

But as he read the reply, he froze.

Qingqing God: Wanfa University has one student who’s very close to Bai Zhenzhen—no money spent, and actually received 5 Lingbi from her.

Qingqing God: His name is Zhang Yu. You should learn from him.

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