Borrowing Life to Cultivate Immortality, My Wife Helps Me Live Forever

[Lifespan Cultivation + Multiple Heroines + Wry Street-Level Humor + Decisive Violence] Chen Du borrowed ten taels of silver and sold half a year of his life. The money was spent, the years were gone, and the Lifespan House told him, “Interest is extra. You still owe us another three years.” Can’t pay? Your coffin is already waiting. Fortunately, Chen Du is tough. The night he climbed into the coffin, a book appeared before his eyes: The Lifespan Ledger. Who stole his years, who altered his contract, it was all recorded, stroke by stroke. The bad news was, knowing the truth didn’t mean he could fight back. The good news was, the coffin shop’s proprietress had a soft heart and let him stay for a meal. It was just that her husband was looking at him in an increasingly strange way. … In this world, mortals sell years of their lives for rice, cultivators borrow lifespans to break through. Sects lend money, demonic cultivators take lives, and even the foxes deep in the mountains have debts they can never repay. Chen Du had only meant to get back the half year he’d lost, save some silver, and cultivate in peace. But the more accounts he investigated, the more immortal maidens he met. A destitute female cultivator, a fox spirit in trouble, and a proprietress who scolds him to his face but leaves the door open for him at night… They all say he’s too handsome to die young. Chen Du couldn’t agree more. “Ladies, the road to immortality is long.” “Let me have one more bowl.”