The gray-robed steward took a deep breath, finally forcing a smile onto his face as his tone grew a little more courteous.
"Fellow Daoist, your innate bones are exceptional and your talent extraordinary. By our bank's rules, this Heaven-Piercing Loan can lend you three thousand gui of merit."
Three thousand gui.
The moment those words fell, the cultivators and demons queuing nearby all sucked in a sharp breath.
That much merit would count as an enormous fortune in any land!
The Demon King Qiankun was stunned as well.
But then his brows furrowed, and he abruptly slammed a palm onto the table.
"Only three thousand gui? For an unparalleled genius like This King, you're offering just three thousand gui? Are you fobbing off a beggar?"
The gray-robed steward's expression darkened slightly as he was about to explain.
But the Demon King Qiankun had already turned and seized Tiger Mountain God by the collar, glaring at him viciously.
"Not enough! This King needs more to break through!"
Tiger Mountain God staggered from the yank, terror written all over his face. "What are you doing?"
"You borrow too!"
The Demon King Qiankun roared, "Borrow yours and pool it with This King's!"
"I won't borrow! That's a Yama Loan! Borrow it and you'll lose your life!"
Tiger Mountain God struggled desperately, letting out miserable shrieks.
"Cut the crap! If you don't borrow, This King will kill you right now!"
The Demon King Qiankun pressed Tiger Mountain God's head down and smashed it against the long counter. "Measure him! Measure him too!"
The surrounding crowd stared, dumbfounded.
Even the gray-robed steward was left staring blankly.
He had manned a counter at Peace Bank for so many years; what sort of person had he not seen?
Those who cried poverty, those who defaulted, those who