Chapter 520

The Nascent Soul disciple who had achieved sword-body unity soared through the sky, tearing the atmosphere apart, and crushed all of Bai Zhenzhen's attacks with his physical body.

But the more she faced adversity, the stronger Bai Zhenzhen's resilience became.

Wen Wuyai watched Bai Zhenzhen, whose sword momentum was growing stronger, and thought to himself: "Zhenzhen's divine spiritual root is very suitable for flying swords. Not only can she conceal herself, but she can also hide her sword. When encountering an opponent weaker than her, she can cut them down in one or two exchanges."

"And when facing an opponent of equal skill, the more intense the fight, the stronger her battle intent. The Seven Emotions Sword Dao is brought to perfect play, often allowing her to perform beyond her usual level and ultimately defeat the opponent."

"When encountering an opponent stronger than herself..."

Watching this Nascent Soul disciple from White Bone University on the arena, Wen Wuyai knew that this was exactly that situation.

"If she can't win, negative emotions begin to accumulate, and the power of the Extreme Emotion Sword Dao rises linearly."

"If she then recalls Zhang Yu and remembers their agreement, the power of the Extreme Emotion Sword Dao surges even more."

"So the stronger the opponent she faces, the greater Zhenzhen's combat boost becomes."

Thinking this, Wen Wuyai increasingly felt how cheap this tactic was—or rather, how cheap the Extreme Emotion Sword Dao was.

It made her prefer fighting a stronger opponent rather than fighting Bai Zhenzhen.

After all, if an opponent was a bit stronger, one could still estimate their strength.

But Bai Zhenzhen's tactical approach made her unpredictable.

Wen Wuyai thought to herself: "If she called a timeout halfway through and went to talk to Zhang Yu, who knows how much her combat power would increase."

Just as Wen Wuyai was lost in thought, the situation on the arena suddenly reversed. That Nascent Soul disciple's body erupted with patches of blood mist—Bai Zhenzhen had forcefully broken through his protective sword aura.

"She won." Wen Wuyai thought: "At this rate, Zhenzhen should be able to make the top ten in this tournament, right?"

But just as victory was decided and the match was declared over, an unexpected change occurred on the arena.

Multiple crimson sword lights pierced through the Nascent Soul disciple's body, ruthlessly slicing his physical form to death.

Seeing this, Wen Wuyai was slightly stunned and murmured to herself: "Zhenzhen was too excited and lost control?"

But regardless, Wen Wuyai knew things had become troublesome.

With the death of that disciple's physical body, a dispute over compensation began between Heavenly Sword University and White Bone University.

Not long after, multicolored sword lights and white bone divine radiance exploded across ten thousand miles of empty sky.

Wen Wuyai exclaimed in surprise: "Divine Lord Seven Emotions and Divine Lord White Lotus have both arrived?"

She knew that Divine Lord White Lotus was the master of that White Bone University Nascent Soul disciple whose physical body had died.

The conflict between Divine Lord Seven Emotions and Divine Lord White Lotus was like a fuse.

A few days later, Joy Union University accused Ten Thousand Methods University of cheating in the treasure competition, triggering a conflict between Divine Lord Ten Thousand Transformations and Divine Lord Nectar.

As the Top Ten League matches progressed, one Divine Lord after another emerged, and each of their brief clashes caused a huge uproar.

Over the next month or so, stock price fluctuations, currency crashes, skyrocketing prices, company bankruptcies, waves of unemployment... all emerged in turn.

It was at this moment that countless cultivators suddenly realized that a financial crisis, a great calamity, had already begun silently.

Outside the arena, inside a temporary cave dwelling built by Ten Thousand Methods University.

Ye Xingli was filming her own legs.

Previously, she hadn't been this diligent about making videos.

But as one Nascent Soul cultivator after another engaged in combat, the stock market plunged heavily amid violent fluctuations, which also caused Ye Xingli's assets to shrink continuously, severely affecting her combat power and arena performance.

She had to take advantage of the breaks between the Top Ten League matches to shoot more videos to subsidize her cultivation and the competition.

Zhang Yu: Senior Sister, how is it? Are you okay?

Ye Xingli was about to reply, but then remembered she hadn't turned on the Poor Simulation Device, so she opened it.

Poor Simulation Device: The user is once again asking how to respond to Zhang Yu's question. Hmm... it seems she is still immersed in the joy of playing the role of a poor person and is thinking of continuing to raise his affection toward her.

Poor Simulation Device: Considering that under the current financial crisis background, if the user simulates being a poor person, when faced with the other's concern, she should express useless worry, mindless comfort, and worthless mutual encouragement, demonstrating the incompetence and foolishness of the poor.

Poor Simulation Device: Junior Brother, I'm fine.

Poor Man Simulator: How are you doing?

Ye Xingli: This financial crisis probably won't end quickly—you must be careful.

Ye Xingli: If you have any problems, come to me anytime.

Zhang Yu: Got it, senior sister. You take care too.

Watching Ye Xingli's concern for him, Zhang Yu couldn't help feeling a warmth inside. Compared to Lord Magnetic Pole, his senior sister seemed far more human.

"Too bad... it seems senior sister doesn't know much about the conflict among those Nascent Souls, and she knows even less about what's happening with A Zhen."

"Nascent Soul..."

Just a minor clash between a few Nascent Souls, and Zhang Yu already felt terrifying destructive power—stock prices shaking, currency plummeting, commodity prices soaring... it no longer seemed as simple as a mere financial storm.

In particular, he himself was deeply affected. First, his company couldn't get project payments or new projects.

Next, Wen Wuyai's monthly subscription of 10 spirit coins and his sister Zhang Pianpian's monthly repayment were also suspended.

Wen Wuyai: Sorry, I can't tell if this storm is big or small, long or short. Let's put the monthly subscription on hold for a while.

Zhang Pianpian: Repayment is suspended. I need spirit coins to get through this time. You be careful too—keep your spirit coins in hand and don't spend them recklessly.

Then, Lord Magnetic Pole and Director Gao's monthly company reimbursement of 30 spirit coins was also suspended.

With the impact of one thing after another, Zhang Yu's main income suddenly shrank to only the monthly 40 spirit coins from the Nascent Soul Lab.

"As expected of a project involving Nascent Soul remains—it doesn't seem to have been hit too hard."

Zhang Yu couldn't help feeling fortunate that he had joined this project.

Zhang Yu sighed: "But how long will this financial storm last? Do we have to wait until the Top Ten Tournament ends? That's two months away, isn't it?"