Heaven sends an oracle and everyone can get a loan.
Loans for cultivation, spiritual elixirs, magic weapons, and even lives.
The interest rate is not high, just five thousandths per day. But those who haven't reached it will become puppets of heaven, ignorant and slaves forever.
Tan Bingchuan received this loan advertisement on the first day he came here.
He has been burdened with the word "loan" for half his life, and he is instinctively alert when he sees this thing. But other people in the world of cultivating immortals didn't care. They only saw "interest-free for the first month" and "30% off loan for Foundation Establishment Pills". They rushed to sign the contract. Their cultivation level increased rapidly and their debts rolled up even faster.
Tan Bing squatted on the tree and counted for a long time.
He discovered that there was a line hidden in all loan contracts: "The final right of interpretation belongs to Tiandao."
This is not right.
God said, something is wrong.
