I Am a Paper Tiger Immortal, and I Can Only Survive by Killing Customers.

Wearing only a pair of underpants, Sun Wuzhi traveled through the world of Xianxia, ​​and found a long staff and a 'profiteer' scale in his sea of ​​consciousness. There are only a few drops of spiritual energy left, and they are being consumed all the time. If you run out of them, you will die! When life entered the countdown, the 'profiteer balance' told him that if he wanted to survive, he should 'kill the customer'. The harder he killed, the more spiritual energy he had, the longer he lived, and the stronger he was. So, empty-handed, he started a business selling baked potatoes, blowing tattered leather armor into resurrection armor, and rubbing cat feces and dog urine into life-sustaining pills... Others rely on their cultivation to kill, but he mainly relies on deception, and he only kills people as a last resort. Everyone thought he was unfathomable, but little did they know that he would die if he didn't kill customers for one day! When he traded Yang Shou to let his enemies die suddenly on the spot, and when he ignored the law at the expense of burning Yang Shou, a terrifying legend began to spread: "There is an Immortal Lord in the East, with boundless magic power and boundless magical powers. He never robs, but only loves 'fair' transactions..." Sun Wuzhi looked at Lingyuan who had bottomed out again and cursed: "When will this bad life end? Where is the next victim...?!"