The Tang Dynasty Convenience Store: I Sell the World in Chang'an

When the golden patterns in his palm lit up, Lin Zhiyuan hung a sign outside his shop in Chang'an's Western Market: Rare Goods, Worth Their Weight in Gold.

The Reversal Talisman sold here could turn a crown prince's certain death into survival.

The Ironclad Command Token could counter an army of thousands.

The price: ten years of life, ripped from the heart and gnawed from the bones.

On the night a female assassin held her blade to his throat, he smiled and offered her the Mirror of Mortal Life, which could peer into memories:

"Your life hangs by a thread, esteemed customer.

Why not borrow twenty years of life in exchange for a chance to live?"

Li Shimin gazed at the lights of the Western Market from the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

A Jianghu assassin held out bloodstained copper coins in exchange for life-prolonging pills.

Deep in the shelves, an aged map of the empire slowly unfurled.

Behind the orders that changed the fate of the Great Tang, the ledger in a hidden compartment was bleeding ink:

On the left, three thousand years of imperial fortune, lent out on credit.

On the right, the words: twenty-seven days of life remaining.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or people is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.