Jia Fuguier's Daily Life of Cultivating Immortality

I, Jia Fuguier, was a bank teller who died from overwork in my previous life. In this life, I was reincarnated as the richest man in the world of cultivating immortals. I thought I could live my whole life just to eat and wait for death, but God played a big joke on me - I have no spiritual roots, I can't cultivate to immortality, and I can live up to five hundred years. Five hundred years? That's enough for what! In my previous life, I died when I was thirty. In this life, I must live forever and lie flat until the end of the world! Can't become an immortal? It's okay, I have money! Are you comparing my swordsmanship talent with me? I directly hired the Saint of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords as a personal bodyguard. Do you want to compare with me in Dan Dao attainments? The Holy Maiden of the Baicao Dan Sect makes longevity soup for me every day, and even waste elixirs can be turned into health supplements for me. Are you comparing my cultivation level with me? I can spend money to call the clones of the Tenth Palace Yama to come out to support the scene, and Black and White will have to be my exclusive debt collection specialist. Are you saying that I, a mere mortal, cannot survive in the world of immortality? Stop making trouble, I've taken care of the finances of the underworld, I've paid for the incense of heaven, and the economic lifeblood of the three realms is in my hands, who doesn't have the foresight to dare to touch me? In the face of absolute abilities, all talents and cultivation are in vain.