[Mortal's Journey] [Business and Commerce] [No System]
What can seven wen buy at a mine?
A human life. At least, that's how the bookkeeper calculated it.
On the day they were dismissed, Qi Mo's wages came up seven wen short. The manager pushed over a note that read, "Nothing remains unpaid." Sign it, and you can leave the mountain.
He stared at those seven wen and asked just one question.
The entire mine fell silent.
Born with an ordinary mortal body and no spiritual roots, was he destined to have no connection to immortality?
Then he would forge divine wonders with his mortal body.
While cultivators fought tooth and nail over a single batch of pills, a little bookkeeper had already carved the words "How much is it worth?" into the heart of the cultivation world.
He had no golden finger.
All he had was a ledger, kept properly.
