Honghuang: I Open a Trading House, and the Saints Queue Up to Go Bankrupt

On the third day after transmigrating to the Primordial World, Chen Heng was so hungry he couldn't even manage to abstain from food.

Identity: a little innate demon. Cultivation: none. Assets: three spirit stones.

Fortunately, three things had appeared in his mind: a market stele that showed the rise and fall of fortune, a ledger that could never be filled, and an ironclad rule: the house must not enter the game.

He put up a sign in the western market of Chaoge: Fortune Exchange.

In the Primordial World, might makes right.

His shop had only three rules: no credit without capital, contracts over people, and all payouts must be made on time.

The Saints could calculate the secrets of heaven, but not the human heart. They could see calamities coming, but not the stampede.

He could make the fortune of Tongtian's Jie Sect collapse whenever he wanted.

The Saints lined up to open accounts. Tongtian's account was wiped out overnight, and the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords nearly ended up pawned at his counter.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.