Chapter 81: Sherpa Adaptability

【Task completed, received random reward: Sherpa Adaptability +1】

【Sherpa Adaptability LV1: Naturally gifted high-altitude traveler】

The Sherpas are a race that has lived for generations in high-altitude environments, adapted to the extreme climate of Mount Zhufeng, and historically renowned for serving as guides and porters for mountaineering teams from various countries.

In 1953, Hillary and the Sherpa Tenzing Norgay accomplished the first ascent of Mount Zhufeng. They have their own language, use Tibetan script for writing, and preserve unique folk culture—a people who have coexisted with Mount Zhufeng for millennia.

Sherpas are born with exceptional high-altitude adaptability, able to effortlessly endure extreme hypoxic environments like those on Mount Zhufeng.

Qin Yun never imagined his task reward would be the ability of such a race—and calling it an "ability" was inaccurate; it was more precisely a genetic transformation.

No matter how much a normal person trains, they can never achieve the innate genetic advantage of Sherpas: their bodies possess mutated mitochondrial genes that reduce oxygen consumption while enhancing the blood's ability to release oxygen, allowing the body to utilize limited oxygen with extreme efficiency.

Moreover, Sherpas' kidneys have a special regulatory capacity, precisely adjusting the excretion and reabsorption of hydrogen ions and bicarbonate ions in the blood under high-altitude hypoxic conditions to maintain acid-base balance.

Because Sherpas have lived for generations in the Himalayas above 4,000 meters, their bodies have long been in low-oxygen environments, gradually adapting their heart-lung function and endurance, achieving physiological tolerance far beyond ordinary humans.

And now, this unimaginable genetic mutation has occurred in Qin Yun himself.

In just a few minutes, the transformation within his body was suddenly and quietly complete—his breathing instantly stabilized, and his tolerance to cold increased dramatically; he felt that even if he stripped naked, he would not suffer hypothermia for some time.

"Awesome!"

Feeling the changes in his body, Qin Yun was deeply moved.

This skill is perfectly suited for Dengshan—truly a divine gift.

At this moment, the livestream chat was still boiling; staff around the ski field clapped continuously and cheered endlessly; Zhao Yajun and Li Xintian hugged each other tightly, overwhelmed with excitement.

No one knew that at this very moment, Qin Yun's body had been quietly transformed, activating the high-altitude adaptability unique to Sherpas.

"Qin Ye 666."

"Damn, Qin Ye actually pulled it off—awesome."

"Too 6."

"Follow, follow, Qin Ye is mighty."

Ordinary netizens could only watch the spectacle, but the professionals were utterly stunned into silence.

Singleboard extreme maneuvers were one thing, but now he's doing doubleboard too? Being amazing in one field is enough, but you? You've swept them all up. An amateur is pinning us professionals to the ground and then stomping on us.

Yet after the disappointment came an indescribable surge of passion.

Competitive sports, especially extreme sports like this, have no room for jealousy—it's a "no second place" kind of sport.

If you can do it and I can't, then you're the one who's awesome.

Qin Yun first high-fived Zhao Yajun and Li Xintian, then smiled at the livestream camera: "Brothers, I delivered as promised—it's done. But it was hard, really hard. If you don't have confidence, always make sure to take proper precautions."

"Haha, look, he's teaching us how to do things again."

"Laughed to death—how exactly are we supposed to do it?"

"Qin Ye has zero self-awareness—he thinks just because he can do it, everyone else can too?"

"Not human."

At this moment, the livestream gifts were flooding so fast they were forming a patina; Qin Yun himself didn't know how much he'd earned, but the like count in the top-left corner had already surpassed thirty million—absurd.

He stepped off his snowboard and continued: "This challenge has been successfully completed—both singleboard and doubleboard were accomplished. Though spontaneous, the outcome is delightful. It's time to say goodbye to everyone now…"

"Qin Ye, don't leave, chat a bit longer!"

"Don't go, it's been less than two hours—not even lunchtime yet."

"Streamer, you're too short."

"Short and fast!"

Qin Yun saw these comments and laughed helplessly: "That's too much—anyone who knows Qin Mou would dare say I'm short… Damn, you've thrown me off track."

He shook his head: "Mainly because I've expended too much energy—I must rest properly. Two consecutive extreme challenges have imposed enormous psychological pressure and physical strain. It's not that I don't want to continue—I'm just exhausted."

"Then Qin Ye, sign off. Thinking about it, the fact that you held through such extreme maneuvers makes you invincible."

"Streamer, awesome—looking forward to your next livestream."

"666!"

"Thank you all for your understanding, thanks to everyone for the gifts—thank you. I'm Qin Yun, a temporary enthusiast of extreme skiing. Today, at the Jinhua Pan'an Ski Resort, I completed the extreme singleboard back-to-back 1980 and doubleboard 2160 maneuvers. If you want to know when my next livestream is, please hit follow."

"Alright, today's livestream ends here, friends. See you next time."

Saying this, he unhesitatingly clicked "End Livestream."

Afterwards, after changing clothes with Zhao Yajun and Li Xintian, Qin Yun let out a long breath. Though his body wasn't especially tired, the psychological pressure had left him drained.

He opened the backend to check today's livestream data: peak concurrent viewership was 220,000; after platform commission, earnings reached 1.3 million yuan; with sponsorship, total was 1.9 million yuan.

Plus, the commission from window display orders: sales reached over two million yuan, and he took ten thousand yuan.

It may seem insignificant compared to gift revenue, but this was sales from just two hours—if he truly livestreamed for product sales, it would be explosive. But Qin Yun would never livestream to sell goods—not in this lifetime.

Having earned two million yuan from one livestream, Qin Yun stood up calmly.

"You two worked hard today. Lunch is on me—do you have time?"

Zhao Yajun's eyes lit up, nodding vigorously: "Yes, yes—even if I didn't, I'd make time."

Li Xintian, though less shy than at first, was naturally quiet and spoke in a soft, gentle tone.

"Hahaha." Qin Yun loved Zhao Yajun's personality—direct, unpretentious. "Then let's go. Did you drive here or take a taxi? My car's parked in the lot."

"Qin Ye, we took a taxi."

Qin Yun nodded and gestured: "Come on, let's go eat something great."

The three of them picked up their bags, walked to the parking lot, and had barely sat down when a call notification appeared on his phone—his phone was mounted on a stand, clearly visible to Zhao Yajun and Li Xintian.

The two exchanged glances.

"Hello, Ying-jie."

Zhao Liying's excited voice came through the phone: "Qin Ye, you're incredible! How did you even do it? Rock climbing was one thing, but now skiing too? Comments say only top professional athletes could pull off these moves—you…"

Not only Zhao Liying couldn't understand, even Su Huan, who had known Qin Yun for so long, was now awestruck.

She still remembered skiing in college, Qin Yun's clumsy, stumbling, three-steps-and-falls routine—now compared to his current extreme moves, it was impossible to believe they were the same person.

She even doubted whether this Qin Yun was the same Qin Yun as before—had he been possessed?

With Su Huan like this, Song Ya, his ex-wife, was even more so.

She sat at home, staring blankly at her phone, her mind a blur, with only one thought: Had I really held Qin Yun back?

After chatting with Zhao Liying and Xiao Zhan, Qin Yun replied to some messages from friends on WeChat, then glanced at the two in the rearview mirror and said, "Let's go!"

As the car started moving, Zhao Yajun asked cautiously, "Master Qin, are you really acquainted with Yingbao and Xiao Feixia?"

Qin Yun nodded. "I met them a few days ago when I worked as an extra in Hengdian."

"Oh."

Qin Yun smiled and asked, "Are you fans of Zhao Liying and Xiao Zhan?"

Both nodded. Li Xintian said, "I'm Yingbao's fan, and Yajun is Xiao Zhan's fan. We came to Hengdian because we knew they were filming The Legend of Tianyun Mountain."

"Well, didn't expect you two are stan culture. You're still students, right?"

"Yes, both Li Xintian and I are in our final year—we took this trip before our internships."

After leaving the ski resort, Qin Yun followed the navigation's recommendation and found a nearby restaurant—Juyouzhuang Farmhouse Restaurant.

Though he'd promised to treat them to a big meal, with two girls of such figures, the food they ate was predictable—eighty percent of it ended up in Qin Yun's stomach. Whether due to a genetic mutation or the sheer energy drain of extreme sports, he was eating far more than usual today.

"Master Qin, is self-media easy these days?"

Li Xintian set down her teacup, hesitated, then asked.

Qin Yun thought for a moment and shook his head. "I'm not a good reference—my self-media growth can't be replicated unless you're exactly like me."

Zhao Yajun said, "Master Qin, you've only posted a few videos and done three livestreams, yet your followers already exceed fifteen million. We all know it's utterly unreplicable."

Qin Yun smiled. "So you two want to get into self-media too?"

Li Xintian nodded. "Both Yajun and I studied environmental art. Our career paths are limited to interior design, but as you know, the construction industry is in terrible shape now, so we're wondering if we can find direction online."

"Exactly! We've had the worst luck in eight lifetimes," Zhao Yajun said bitterly. "When I was in senior high, real estate was booming—now, four years later, it's a dying industry. It's unbelievable."

"What are your strengths?"

"I can sing—I sing really well," Zhao Yajun said first, full of confidence.

Li Xintian hesitated slightly. "Master Qin, does stock trading count?"

"Stock trading?" Qin Yun's face showed surprise. "Li Xintian, you trade stocks?"

Before Li Xintian could answer, Zhao Yajun chuckled. "Master Qin, you didn't notice? Xintian's a stock trading expert—I entrusted all my money to her. Since college, my wealth has more than doubled tenfold."

Li Xintian blushed slightly and waved her hand. "It's nothing compared to real experts."

Qin Yun was astonished. "Impressive—your annualized return must be over 115%?"

Even though Qin Yun didn't trade stocks, he knew this return rate was top-tier. There's a saying in the stock market: earning 0% already puts you ahead of 80% of traders. That's how insane Li Xintian's returns were.

Hearing Qin Yun blurt out the exact return rate, Zhao Yajun froze. "Master Qin, how did you calculate that? Even when Xintian told me the number, I still didn't understand it."

Qin Yun gave her a look of disbelief. "You were right to give your money to Li Xintian."

He told Li Xintian, "You can absolutely make a living in self-media. If you want to, you can even use self-media to grow the capital you control."

"Do you have any suggestions on direction?"

Qin Yun thought carefully. "Focus on investment logic—asset allocation, industry cycle analysis, financial statement interpretation—or do general financial education. Either path works, but the key is monetization. If you have a precise investment logic, you can go the knowledge-payment route, or private services—one-on-one, or one-to-many."

Li Xintian thought for a moment and nodded. Qin Yun continued, "Don't rush. If you really want to do self-media, first clarify your entire strategy—don't just start filming videos blindly."

"Thank you, Master Qin!"