Cultivation of Immortality Begins with Being Deceived?

"Hello? Hello, is this Mr. Zhou? Your loan of 300,000 spirit coins from the Overdraft Ai platform is now overdue. Please promptly..." Toot toot… "Crazy!" Zhou Huaian hung up the phone directly. "What age are you in? Are you still making such fraudulent calls? Do you think I'm a three-year-old? Damn you!" Zhou Huaian is an in-depth enthusiast of Internet literature. Especially after someone invented the Spiritual Net three hundred years ago, the entire world of cultivation ushered in earth-shaking changes. In order to read free online articles, Zhou Huaian always used a ladder to climb over the spiritual network, and accurately found the button for the next page under a bunch of pictures of explicit beautiful monks on pirated websites. Zhou Huai'an regarded his salary as a creed, convinced that this was the precious gift that poverty had brought to him. Toot toot. "Who! Why are you calling again?" "Zhou Huaian, we are the staff of the Overdraft Love Platform. When will you pay back the 300,000 spirit coins you owe? If you insist on not paying back, don't blame us for violently coming to collect the money!" "How many times have I told you, I didn't borrow it!" "If you dare, come to my door in person. Why are you arguing on the phone all the time?" "That's what you said!" Zhou Huaian didn't expect that the other party would actually come to his door. "Didn't you say that we would come to collect debts?" "Sir, am I kidding?" "Are you kidding??"