[Cyberpunk Xuanhuan Cultivation]
Before midnight, I have to come up with 3,200 spirit coins.
Otherwise, the diligence contract on my chest will take three years off my life.
The people from the Ten Thousand Contracts Bureau are already downstairs.
“Master Lu, this is your reminder. One hour remains before the payment deadline.”
I tipped out every spirit coin on the table and counted them.
Two hundred and seventy-four.
I was still short of 3,200 by a very respectable amount.
In the end, I didn’t repay the debt.
Because I discovered that the cheapest discarded talisman board in Xuanjing could ward off evil spirits in a ruined temple on the other side.
And the wild grass growing in the corner there could be exchanged for years of life back home.
Three days later, the Ten Thousand Contracts Bureau’s Contract-Reading Mirror couldn’t detect my cultivation.
Because they didn’t know that from then on, for every ten parts of spiritual energy I cultivated, I hid nine in my hidden aperture.
They could take the one part that remained.
Call it tuition.
They thought I couldn’t pay.
But three days later, they would receive a new bill.
The debtor’s name would be: the Ten Thousand Contracts Bureau.
