After ten years of grueling cultivation atop Kunlun Mountain, Lu Chen had learned everything his nine masters could teach him.
On the day he left the mountain, his masters saw him off in tears, though they had secretly slipped something into his wine.
When he woke up, Lu Chen found himself being auctioned on the dark web under the listing: “Humanoid, Self-Propelled Karma Weapon.”
The daughter of the richest man in the country, who had bought him, smirked. “From now on, you’re my personal debt collector.”
Nine love-debt contracts activated at once, leaving Lu Chen to shoulder every romantic debt his masters had racked up in their younger days.
The granddaughter of a warlord, saved by his master the Medical Immortal, was being forced into marriage by her family. The descendant of the Miao frontier saintess, spurned by his master the Poison Sage, had been cursed with a Gu poison.
And the girl with spirit eyes, promised protection by his master, the Celestial Master of the Mystic Sect, was being hunted by demonic cultivators...
Rubbing his aching temples, Lu Chen sighed. “You old men, I’ll remember this debt!”
Then he turned and flashed a wicked smile at the icy female CEO. “You want to hire me as your bodyguard? Call me ‘hubby’ first and let me hear how it sounds.”
