"Buy internal energy with money?" Hearing Bai Ye describe the future, Kingpin's breathing quickened. He felt this had potential.
Through Bai Ye's description, he finally realized the greatest value of the Purple Mist Divine Skill: the more people practiced it, the more internal energy could flow around the world almost like money.
Assuming there was no upper limit to internal energy storage, if all six billion people on Earth cultivated the Purple Mist Divine Skill, they could produce an average of sixteen million years' worth of internal energy every day. And because of the nature of transferring cultivation, internal energy could be traded as freely as money.
If every transaction incurred a 20% loss, it would only ensure that internal energy became scarcer the more it was used, imposing an equal tax on every transfer of cultivation and preserving its scarcity forever.
Moreover, no one could live forever, yet there would always be people seeking longevity. As long as one's internal energy was abundant, one could remain free of illness and prolong one's life. To humanity, internal energy was practically a hard currency like gold.
With such immense demand and scarcity, the internal energy people painstakingly cultivated would never depreciate over time. This was a hundred times more profitable than selling oil.
Kingpin even foresaw that, with the portability and scarcity of internal energy, secret gang transactions could someday be exchanged directly through internal energy on the spot. Without anyone noticing, massive amounts of internal energy could be taken away and converted into cash later.
Looking at the immense fortune on his phone, Kingpin began to worry whether he could really handle it. After all, this was a secret manual that anyone could cultivate—even mutants and vampires.
"Hey, don't tell me you're scared." Bai Ye noticed Kingpin's hesitation and mocked