I'm Quite Wealthy in the Cultivation World

In my previous life, I worked myself nearly to death at the company. On the way home, I was so tired I collapsed in the middle of the road, and a truck ran me over.

When I opened my eyes again, a chime rang: I had been reborn.

This is a world of immortal cultivation? After a lifetime spent as a corporate workhorse, now I'm rich, so it's finally time to enjoy myself. Let the music play, let the dancing begin.

While others toil in bitter cultivation in pursuit of immortality, with only a few decades to live, I'm ready to take it easy.

With no modern entertainment, I'll just find new ways to treat myself each day, admire the scenery, and tinker with this and that.

Watching cultivators fight, with special effects filling the sky, is even more exciting than binge-watching a TV series.

You ask how I can live so carefree? Sorry, money really can do whatever it wants.

You say I'm mediocre and can't win a fight? No problem, I've still got the power of money.

I stockpile talismans by the crate, buy flying swords wholesale, eat pills like candy, and pile spirit treasures into mountains. My starting point is your finish line.

Whenever I have nothing to do, I visit the pleasure houses to listen to music and improve my taste, then drop by the “job market” to redeem a few unfortunate people and indulge my vanity. Life couldn't be sweeter.

But somehow, the women and cultivators I've helped keep flocking to my side, insisting they owe me a debt of gratitude.

Then one day, years later, I woke up to find a yellow robe inexplicably draped over me.

A group of powerful bigwigs who ruled their own domains knelt before me, as if possessed, and shouted in unison: “The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise!”

Ye Kai said helplessly, “You're really making things hard for me.”