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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 · Fantaisie
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Milking Information

This old man was a Nascent Soul expert known for his extremely cruel behavior.

"Manager, this man here is causing trouble inside the shop," a quick-witted waiter hurriedly explained the situation to earn points in the manager's good book.

The waiter's companions looked at this behavior and frowned, thinking in their heads, "Damn! I missed such a good opportunity."

However, what happened next left not only the waiter's but the whole audience dumbfounded.

Under the dumbfounded gases of the crowd Old Monk performed a complete one-hundred-eighty-degree bow, and apologized.

"Forgive us, esteemed customers. We were not able to fulfill your expectations."

This was more so the case for the golden-robed man; the situation changed so fast that he didn't know how to react.

He didn't expect a mighty Nascent Soul Realm expert to bow.

Before the golden-robed man could even react, the Old Monk pointed at one of the waiters standing beside him.