Jia Fugui's Daily Life as a Cultivator

I, Jia Fugui, was a bank teller in my previous life, worked myself to death, and was reborn in this life as the only heir to the richest family in the cultivation world. I thought I could spend my days doing nothing and waiting to die, but then Heaven played a cruel joke on me: I had no spiritual root and couldn't cultivate. At best, I'd live five hundred years.

Five hundred years? What good is that! I didn't even make it past thirty in my previous life. In this life, I have to become immortal and lie flat until the end of time!

Can't cultivate? No problem. I've got money!

You want to compare swordsmanship talent with me? I'll hire the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords' Saintess as my personal bodyguard.

You want to compare mastery of alchemy? The Saintess of the Hundred Herbs Pill Sect brews longevity tonics for me every day, and can even turn discarded pills into health supplements.

You want to compare cultivation levels? I can burn money to summon the Ten Kings of Hell's avatars for show, and even Black and White Impermanence have to work as my personal debt collectors.

You say an ordinary mortal like me can't survive in the cultivation world?

Don't be ridiculous. I bankroll the Underworld, provide incense offerings to the Celestial Court, and hold the economic lifeline of all three realms in my hands. Who would dare lay a finger on me?

In the face of absolute money power, all talent and cultivation are nothing.