I Run a Gambling House in the Immortal Realm

[Transmigration + Cultivation + No System + Decisive and ruthless]

I transmigrated into a beggar in the cultivation world.

No System, no cultivation manual, just a broken shrine and half a steamed bun.

The good news is that everyone here believes in fortune. The bad news is that the powerful have siphoned it all away.

It’s hard for low-level cultivators to advance, hard for ordinary people to get by, and even the gods are nearly starving to death.

They call it the collapse of the Heavenly Dao.

I took one look and thought:

Isn’t this just a pile of bad debt finally blowing up?

In my previous life, those people convicted me of financial fraud and sent me into the sea to feed the fish.

Fine. This time, I’ll be a “con artist” out in the open.

The grand path of fortune, the incense offerings to the gods: to me, they’re all just leeks waiting to be harvested.

Deposited fortune earns interest. Borrowed spiritual energy comes with low rates. You can pay for your ascension spot in installments.

Those lofty True Lords flew into a rage, claiming I was disrupting the order.

But the ordinary people who could barely make ends meet called me Master Zhuang.

Later, they asked me, “What are you really after?”

I thought about it.

What am I after?

Just a few more people getting a full meal in this broken shrine.

As for the Heavenly Dao…

That thing is a pile of bad debt too. Sooner or later, it’ll need restructuring.