Are You Crazy? You Opened a Shop Selling Systems in Honghuang!

My name is Ning Fan, and my daily routine is watching immortals fight.

On the first day, a red-haired giant (Zhurong) charged at me, full of fury.

I sold him a mystery box.

The result: He went back and summoned all twelve of his brothers, emptied the clan’s entire treasury, and insisted on taking me as his “Daoist Master”!

Me: “No! I’m not! I just sell things!”

On the second day, a stern middle-aged Daoist (Yuanshi) descended, claiming he was there to uphold justice on Heaven’s behalf.

I explained my “VIP custom service” to him.

The result: He went all in on the spot and bought the “999 package” for the entire Chan Sect. From then on, the disciples turned into pretzels trying to outdo one another!

Me: “Where’s your sage-like dignity? What happened to your prestige?”

On the third day, two weeping old men (Jieyin and Zhunti) came to my door, saying they were so poor they couldn’t afford to eat.

My heart softened, and I set them up with an installment plan.

The result: They turned around and swore a blood oath to the Heavenly Dao, putting their freedom for countless kalpas up as collateral to borrow a “Primordial Purple Qi”!

Me: (eyes wide with shock) “Holy crap! Even loan sharks aren’t as ruthless as you two!”

Now the entire Primordial World says I’m the mastermind behind everything, and even Hongjun is questioning his own existence.

I really am just a businessman who wants to lie flat!