The gray-robed steward drew a deep breath. At last, he squeezed out a smile, and his tone became a little more courteous.
"Fellow Daoist, your innate foundation is exceptional, your talent extraordinary. By the rules of our money house, this Heaven-Piercing Loan can lend you three thousand gui of Merit."
Three thousand gui.
The moment those words fell, the cultivators and demons waiting in line around them all sucked in a cold breath.
That amount of Merit would count as a colossal fortune anywhere.
The Cosmic Demon King was taken aback as well.
But then his brows furrowed, and he suddenly slammed his palm onto the table.
"Only three thousand gui? For an unparalleled genius like me, that's all you're offering? Are you trying to fob off a beggar?"
The gray-robed steward's expression darkened slightly as he was about to explain.
Yet the Cosmic Demon King had already turned around, seized the Tiger Mountain God by the collar, and glared at him viciously.
"Not enough! I need more to break through!"
The Tiger Mountain God staggered from the yank, his face full of terror. "What are you doing?"
"You borrow too!"
The Cosmic Demon King roared, "Borrow yours and pool it with mine for me!"
"I won't borrow! That's a King-of-Hell Loan! If you borrow it, you'll lose your life!"
The Tiger Mountain God struggled desperately and let out a shrill scream.
"Cut the nonsense! If you don't borrow, I'll kill you right now!"
The Cosmic Demon King pressed the Tiger Mountain God's head down and smashed it against the long counter. "Measure him! Measure him too!"
Everyone around them was dumbfounded.
The gray-robed steward stared blankly too.
He had been sitting behind the counter at Peaceful Money House for so many years. What sort of people had he not