My novel is also known as The Sword Cultivator Who Suppresses the Heavens with Blade Credit, The Blade-Credit Sword Immortal, and The Blade-Credit Merchant of the Cultivation World. All my debtors are future powerhouses!
I transmigrated to the cultivation world and inherited my family’s ancestral trade as a blade-credit merchant.
Other people offer credit for rice, salt, and daily necessities. I offer credit for immortal-slaying flying blades and world-destroying weapons.
I ask for no payment upfront. I only say, “When you reach the pinnacle, come back and pay for the blade.”
Looking at the down-and-out young man before me, his spiritual roots completely destroyed, I smile and offer him a chipped, rust-covered blade.
A hundred years later, on the battlefield between immortals and demons, the young man has become the supreme ruler of both. He strides through a sea of blood and mountains of corpses, then points his blade at my throat. “Sir, I’ve come to settle my debt today, with your life.”
It's pretty cool, why is there no one there?