Eighteen This Year, Ready to Retire

He began cultivating at eight, spent ten years pursuing the Dao, racked up a mountain of debt along the way, and died in a heavenly tribulation at eighteen.

That was Mu Chi's original life plan.

Everything went smoothly, right up until the tribulation.

Why... hadn't he died?

"Little Mu Chi, do you remember your promise to Big Sister? If you don't want me to publish the contents of your suicide note... you know what to do, right?"

The big sister, an information broker in the black market, smiled at Mu Chi.

"Brother Mu Chi, do you remember the three favors you owe me?"

The Saintess of the Talisman Sect came calling late at night, too.

"Little Mu Chi, running off without a word is a bad habit, you know!"

Even the Goddess of Life had come to camp at his respawn point!

Mu Chi, still alive, was dumbfounded. He seemed to have racked up a bit too much debt. Even selling himself wouldn't be enough to pay it all back!

I'm out of here! I'm eighteen this year, and I'm ready to retire!