I transmigrated into a high-martial fantasy world as the lazy Third Prince, and I never wanted to inherit the throne.
Forced to earn my keep, I opened the Everything Pavilion. We sell everything from farm tools and tables to magical treasures and pills.
Other people rely on insight to cultivate. I use spiritual energy to manifest all kinds of goods: they cost me one unit of spiritual energy, are worth three times the market quality, and sell for only two-thirds of the market price. That's how you make a killing!
My eldest brother patted my shoulder with concern. “Third Brother, why is everything in your shop so cheap and useful? Have you been secretly working hard at cultivation and tempering everything with spiritual energy?”
Me: “...Actually, I just want to lie flat.”
My eldest brother was even more moved. “Third Brother is humble and hardworking. He's a role model for us all!”
When Father heard the news, he issued an order that very night: From this day onward, the Third Prince's shop is an exclusive supplier to the imperial family!
I only wanted to open a general store and coast through life. How did I end up turning the royal trade into a monopoly?
