From the Start, I Owe 300 Million: How Am I Supposed to Cultivate Immortality?

Liu Mang was furious. He’d been playing a garbage game, grinding away day and night to raise his proficiency, only to find that the final breakthrough required money. As a free-to-play player, Liu Mang was enraged. He spent seven days and nights building a proficiency interface, then planned to get some sleep and keep fighting the game company once he woke up.

But when he opened his eyes, Liu Mang had gone from being a coder to a menial disciple of the Hehuan Sect. By day he had to farm the fields, and by night he had to “cultivate.” His cultivation didn’t improve, but he just kept getting thinner.

Liu Mang had thought he’d only gotten a one-day trial pass to the cultivation world, but then he discovered that the cheat he’d made had transmigrated with him.

A bottleneck? There’s no such thing.

A five-element spiritual root that can’t build a foundation? Nothing to worry about.

Sword cultivators must press forward without hesitation, keep women out of their hearts, and draw their swords like gods? What nonsense. Romance is the Great Dao.

After barely escaping the fate of becoming a human furnace for the Hehuan Sect, he was forcibly taken in as a direct disciple by an immortal maiden of the righteous path.

He thought his bad luck had finally turned, only to end up three hundred million in debt.

All for the sake of a beautiful, useless master.

From then on, Liu Mang walked the path of a cultivation-world wage slave, working to pay off his debt.

I may be a sword cultivator, but I command the stars to form my array and countless talismans to open the way. Who dares fight me?