Chapter 419: Chapter 365: Only Money Brings Feelings
After Zhang Yu obtained Bai Zhenzhen’s divine spirit root, he spent a large amount of time circulating the Level 20 cultivation technique to nourish the divine spirit root in his dantian.
During the process of nourishing the divine spirit root, his body continually received the enhancements from it.
These enhancements stemmed from Bai Zhenzhen’s cultivation, as the divine spirit root had adapted within her body over a long period.
When such enhancements spread within Zhang Yu’s body, he felt his reaction speed, thinking speed, mana circulation speed, and gang qi mobilization speed… all improved.
Zhang Yu understood in his heart: “The time the divine spirit root has been in my body is far too short, this enhancement is too little and too small.”
“To truly achieve significant enhancement through the divine spirit root, I need to copy the Dao seed, so that I can continue to use this Green Lotus Sword Embryo long after Azhen leaves.”
Back in high school, although Zhang Yu knew of the power of the true spirit root, he never entertained any ideas about it.
Because Zhang Yu knew that this spirit root ultimately belonged to Bai Zhenzhen, and after Foundation Establishment, he had to focus on his own spirit root.
Especially after Bai Zhenzhen was taken as a disciple by the Seven Emotions Divine Monarch, Zhang Yu had even less thought about it.
Until now, on one hand, he activated the Dao Seed Spectrum and could copy Bai Zhenzhen’s Green Lotus Sword Embryo.
On the other hand, this divine spirit root indeed had endless wonderful uses; it could suppress his Qi Sea Spirit Root and then replace it.
Thus, Zhang Yu made up his mind.
“I must seize the time and successfully copy the Dao seed before Azhen leaves Wanfa University.”
“Otherwise, the next time I meet Azhen, who knows how long the wait will be.”
To successfully achieve this, besides Zhang Yu himself circulating the Level 20 cultivation technique and accumulating 300 hours to nourish the divine spirit root,
the most important thing is to safely and secretly return the divine spirit root to Bai Zhenzhen each time.
“No one must find out.”
Thinking of this, Zhang Yu intensified his actions, thoroughly placing the true spirit root into Bai Zhenzhen’s dantian.
“Hmm…” Bai Zhenzhen couldn’t help but close her eyes, with a lingering nasal sound escaping.
At this moment, she felt a tingling sensation from head to toe.
This was the enhancement the divine spirit root had made after adapting within Zhang Yu’s body, now gradually feeding back to her.
Her stamina, endurance, bone density, and various bodily resistances were slowly increasing at a very gradual pace.
However, the time the divine spirit root stayed within Zhang Yu was short after all and the stimulation it provided to Bai Zhenzhen was far less intense than when it was in Zhang Yu.
A moment later, Bai Zhenzhen exhaled, although still a bit uneasy, she felt it no longer affected her actions.
Zhang Yu said: “Hurry back, Azhen, don’t let anyone discover it.”
Bai Zhenzhen nodded: “Then I’m off.”
With a flash, Bai Zhenzhen’s figure had disappeared from Zhang Yu’s sight.
Zhang Yu thought to himself: “Azhen’s stealth ability under the divine spirit root’s blessing is becoming more terrifying.”
However, after gaining the divine spirit root, Zhang Yu was busy nourishing it and hadn’t delved into this concealment ability.
He thought: “The urgent matter is still to copy the Dao seed; as for the various abilities of the divine spirit root, there will be opportunities to study them slowly in the future.”
As Zhang Yu sneakily left the 66th floor, Fu Ji reminded: “Zhang Yu, find a time to perform a ritual for Bai Zhenzhen.”
“Enhance her potential and also install the new surveillance ritual and anti-surveillance ritual on her.”
Zhang Yu nodded and agreed.
…
Outside the guest rooms of the Sky Sword delegation.
A young man frowned, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: “Where did Bai Zhenzhen go?”
The young man’s name was Wen Wuya, a key member sent by Sky Sword University, existing from the Kunxu’s 10th floor.
He had just come to invite Bai Zhenzhen to the competition venue, but found she was not in the room at all.
Then he tried to contact her, but only received her response of “on my way”.
Wen Wuya tried to send a communication request to her, but it was repeatedly rejected.
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but sigh lightly to himself: “Does Bai Zhenzhen still not trust me?”
Wen Wuya thought back to a year and a half ago, the first time he met Bai Zhenzhen, with the divine spirit root in her body, and her identity as a disciple of the Divinity Transformation Divine Monarch, both deeply attracted him, also appealing to the divine spirit root within his dantian.
At that time, he wanted to lavishly spend money and dual cultivate with this girl who possessed the divine spirit root.
Just as Wen Wuya was planning to initially transfer 30 spirit coins, and then transfer another coin with each spoken sentence… the Seven Emotions Divine Monarch stopped him.
The Divine Monarch and Wen Wuya agreed on a condition: he must not rely on spending money and should cultivate a deep emotional bond with Bai Zhenzhen to earn the chance of dual cultivation.
“Cultivate a deep emotional bond?”
“But without spending money, how can there be emotion?”
Wen Wuya found it difficult to understand the condition set by the Seven Emotions Divine Monarch.
In his view, money brings emotion; the more money spent, the better the emotion.
“Isn’t the Extreme Emotion Sword Dao all about using money to hammer out feelings?”
“Feelings without money? Are you suggesting I retract a transfer? Take back a gift?”
“Isn’t this fraud?”
In Wen Wuya’s understanding, a master who won’t spend money on their disciples is not a good master, and disciples who won’t earn money for their master are not good disciples either.
As for the family, it goes without saying that deep bonds tie a family group together; from the moment each descendant is born, debt relationships forge profound emotional connections that affect their entire lives.
“Feelings are money, aren’t they? Asking me not to spend money…”
Wen Wuya couldn’t understand, so under the Seven Emotions Divine Monarch’s guidance, he perused ancient texts and materials about poor people, only then understanding many relevant aspects.
“In the past, Kunxu’s Immortal Path technology was not developed, the economy was not prosperous, and currency circulation was insufficient, so many people used less costly methods to deepen their emotional ties.”
“And even now, many poor people still use these outdated methods to maintain ties due to lack of funds.”
Wen Wuya sighed internally: “Kunxu was once uncivilized and backward, lacking financial means, lacking trust among people, so there were always people wanting to get things done without spending money, leading to rampant fraud.”
“The poor nowadays are not thinking about making money seriously and are still using such fraudulent tactics.”
Though he didn’t understand why the Seven Emotions Divine Monarch asked him to do this, Wen Wuya still followed the materials in the ancient texts, attempting to improve his bond with Bai Zhenzhen without spending money.
For instance, greeting each other daily, asking about meals.
Or often spending the same period of time within a fixed spatial range.
Praising the various talents of the other, and Wen Wuya’s summary of Bai Zhenzhen’s talents was having a well-developed Spirit Root, a wealthy teacher, valuable hair, and high loan limits…
And many phrases, tactics, and tricks learned from materials…
But after a year and a half of sustained effort, Wen Wuya found himself unsuccessful.
After all, Bai Zhenzhen’s replies were usually less than five words, never transferred money to him, never spent money on him, never came closer than two meters to him… No matter how you look at it, no feelings brewed between them.
“As expected, how could these outdated, poor people’s methods succeed on a Divinity Transformation disciple like Bai Zhenzhen?”
Just as Wen Wuya sighed internally, a familiar figure appeared in front of him; it was Bai Zhenzhen.
“Zhenzhen, you’re back?”
Wen Wuya shook off his miscellaneous thoughts and greeted Bai Zhenzhen with the perfect smile, as usual: “Where did you go? Couldn’t find you anywhere, I was worried sick.”
Bai Zhenzhen looked at Wen Wuya in front of her, only feeling a sense of creepiness in her heart.
She felt an eerily similar feeling from him to that of President Wang Yin, a non-human feeling.
Even the non-human sensation from him was stronger than the one Wang Yin brought her.
And every time he showed goodwill towards her, Bai Zhenzhen just felt uncomfortable all over.
But there was one difference between him and Wang Yin…
“This fellow hasn’t transferred even 1 spirit coin so far.”
“Trash.”
Upon hearing Wen Wuya’s concerned question, Bai Zhenzhen casually replied: “Just wandering about, warming up.”
Suddenly, Bai Zhenzhen furrowed her brows and couldn’t help but cover her lower abdomen with her right hand.
The sudden discomforting twitch of the Spirit Root just pulled her Dantian and meridians, causing her sharp pain.
Seeing Bai Zhenzhen’s action, Wen Wuya asked concernedly: “Zhenzhen, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?”
Bai Zhenzhen, clutching her stomach, said: “It’s nothing, just accidentally bumped during the warm-up.”
Wen Wuya asked: “Do you want me to get you some painkillers?”
Bai Zhenzhen waved her hand: “No need, it’ll be fine in a moment.”
“Let’s go, the competition is about to start.”
…
At the construction site on the 667th floor.
Yu Xinghan noticed Zhang Yu had returned again unconsciously.
Seeing Zhang Yu looking refreshed after returning the Spirit Root, Yu Xinghan felt familiarity.
In the next moment, a slight smile appeared on his lips: “So that’s it, went for some relaxation, huh?”
And just then, the first race of the Flying Sword competition officially began, immediately attracting attention from countless, including Yu Xinghan.
Yu Xinghan, Ying Xin, and Zhang Yu kept working overtime at the construction site while watching the broadcast in the Magic Remains.
The location of the first match was not within Wanfa University City but arranged thousands of meters above ground.
Contestants from various representative teams stood on cloud platforms floating amidst fierce wind, needing to hit targets 80 kilometers away by sword control.
Ying Xin remarked with emotion: “Hitting targets 80 kilometers away with a Flying Sword, not a single poor person competes in this contest.”
Zhang Yu knew that the Heavenly Sword Sect deployed 84,000 Heavenly Patrol Flying Swords on the second floor, establishing a Spirit Realm Network covering the entire Kunxu Second Floor, allowing remote sword control for ultra-range attacks.
“But how do other sects do it?”