Chen Yi, a warehouse manager earning five thousand yuan a month, had only eight hundred yuan for rent when he stumbled into a cultivation world where the strong preyed on the weak.
At death's door, he pulled out a crumpled red banknote and tried to “buy his life”...
Instead, three fierce-looking rogue cultivators trembled and fell to their knees, crying, “A Golden Edict of the Great Dao! Spare us, Senior!”
Only then did he realize that the most ordinary paper in his pocket was revered in this world as an ancient divine treasure imbued with supreme Daoist resonance.
One yuan could be exchanged for ten billion low-grade spirit stones.
The balance on his phone was enough to buy the entire Immortal Realm.
From then on, the cultivation world's style took a sharp turn:
At auctions, the ancestors fought tooth and nail over ancient treasures, while Chen Yi raised a hand. “I'll offer two.”
At immortal sect tournaments, prodigies brought out their natal flying swords, and Chen Yi smiled. “Fellow Daoist, want to hear about Huabei installments?”
When an empire's finances collapsed, its emperor knelt and begged for emergency funds. Chen Yi handed him a loan contract. “Interest is based on the LPR. As for collateral... how about the Imperial Seal?”
When gods and demons across the Myriad Worlds unleashed a tribulation, Chen Yi convened a creditors' meeting. “Whoever touches a world I've invested in, I'll short your incense offerings.”
He opened banks, founded merchant guilds, and issued credit cards, rebuilding the cultivation world's economy with modern financial logic.
While cultivators from other worlds were still risking their lives over a few spirit stones, Chen Yi was already seated at the head of the Central Bank of the Myriad Worlds, allocating quadrillions of resources from his phone.
“They say wealth can move the gods.”
“I bought the gods with money.”
Super beautiful. I recommend everyone to watch it.