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Transmigrated as Investment Banker in Cultivation world

David thought he would live a normal life when he awakened the banking system at the age of 18. However, fate seemed to have something else in store for him as his life turned upside down when following the death of one of his loyal client, a shiny window popped up in front of him. [Regretfully! You lost one of your clients today. However, the Bank of Eternal Origin can never suffer a loss. Even if he died, the client will have to pay back somehow, therefore his soul was captured. You now have the following options, keep in mind that you can only choose one. 1 - Extract Client's Crystallion of Life (Money Talks, Grade - Uncommon) 2 - Extract Bryan's memories from his birth till his death. 3 - Any item that client owned in his lifetime. 4- Do Nothing, let the compound interest do its thing and decide again when the Client dies in his next life. Please note as capturing the soul and imprisoning it requires a large amount of mana because of which you only have two hours left to make a choice.] ------------------++ castle = one extra chapters for a week.

tjjfche · Fantasie
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Void Refining Realm

This was terrible news, but anyway, he was still far away from the Saint realm. From the information he had gathered, Saint wasn't actually real, but it was a state where cultivators became one with the world using the world core.

Once the cultivator merged with the world core, the world was them and they were the world; they became an almost invincible existence in that world.

But cultivators who became saints were highly ambitious individuals. After enjoying a period of unprecedented fame and glory, they would leave the world, giving the chance to younger generations to achieve the same feat.

However, there were always exceptions like this little fucker Green Heaven who took the world core with him, thereby cutting the path of future generations.

Cultivators like him deserved to die a thousand times.

David's eyes flashed with righteous anger; of course, he was just pretending. He didn't give a shit about all of this.