I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei didn't linger in the alley. He quickly circled two streets and entered Wang's gambling den from another direction.

After what just happened, his vigilance was at its highest.

Before entering the gambling den, I made sure to look around the entrance to make sure no one was following me before I lowered my head and went inside.

The layout of Wang's gambling den was similar to that of Zhao's gambling den, with three tables on the first floor, bustling with people and noisy.

Zheng Yifei squeezed straight into the gambling table where people guessed big or small, and found the most inconspicuous corner to squat down.

He was being extra cautious today.

Each bet is kept between five and eight spirit coins. If you win two hands, you will lose one small one. And when you lose, you have to match the expression - frowning, sighing, slapping your thigh, acting more like a gambler than a real gambler.

The gambling table was crowded with people and eyes. The dealer only cared about the gamblers with large winnings and losses, and the gamblers next to him were only focused on their own chips. No one would pay attention to a thin boy who only bet a few spirit coins each time.

An hour later, Zheng Yifei quietly left the gambling table.

He counted his winnings in the corner; he had won eight hundred spirit coins at the Wang Family Gambling House that day.

Adding what was left in my pocket, I had a total of over 1,300 spirit coins.

After leaving the gambling den, he first went to Wang's Money Shop, deposited a thousand spirit coins, put the spirit notes away, and then rushed to Liu's Gambling Den.

The Liu family gambling den was located in the southeast corner of the market, about half a market away from the Wang family gambling den, a 15-minute walk away.

This is also why Zheng Yifei deliberately chose to visit three gambling dens in rotation: they were far apart, information was not shared, and it was not easy to be exposed.

Liu's gambling den was slightly larger than the other two, and had more gamblers.

Same strategy, same disguise.

He was like a loach lurking in shallow water, silently siphoning away spirit coins from the gambling table.

Around noon, Zheng Yifei emerged from Liu's gambling den.

One thousand spirit coins.

This morning, the three gambling dens combined won nearly 2,300 spirit coins.

This number both excited and alarmed him.

What's exciting is that at this rate, he will be able to save enough money to buy a Spirit Gathering Array Plate in less than ten days, which will greatly increase his cultivation speed.

What alerted him was that the incident with the rat taught him a lesson: when winning money at a gambling den, the thing he feared most was not the dealer, but the eyes watching him.

He can no longer go to the Zhao family's gambling den. Although the Wang and Liu families are safe for now, someone will eventually notice him.

This is the tragedy of low-level monks.

There are only a few gambling dens, and the number of people is limited. No matter how much he tries to disguise himself, a young man who goes in and out of gambling dens every day will eventually be remembered.

We must find a way.

Zheng Yifei ate a bowl of Lingmi noodles at a noodle stall on the side of the market street, thinking as he ate.

He needs to solve three problems.

First, changing one's appearance, such as a different face or clothes, and entering and exiting the gambling den under a different identity, can greatly reduce the risk of being targeted.

Secondly, he needed to find a safe place to stay. His home in the shantytown was too far away, and there were too many people in his family. He couldn't possibly put on makeup and change clothes in front of his mother and younger siblings.

Third, improve the efficiency of winning money. The betting limit at the gambling tables on the first floor is too low. No matter how much he wins, he can only earn two or three thousand spirit coins a day.

If you can play on the second floor, you can settle accounts with spirit stones there, and one game there is equivalent to more than ten games on the first floor, more than doubling the efficiency.

After finishing his noodles, Zheng Yifei wiped his mouth and headed straight for Wanbaolou.

"Hey buddy, you're here again."

The young woman at the counter recognized him immediately and greeted him with a smile.

"Senior sister, I need to buy a few things today."

Zheng Yifei lowered his voice.

"you say."

"Talismans: two Vajra Talismans and two Swift Travel Talismans."

The young woman took out four yellow talismans that glowed with a faint spiritual light from a hidden compartment under the counter. Each talisman was decorated with intricate patterns drawn with cinnabar and emitted a faint but real spiritual energy fluctuation.

"Two Vajra Talismans, once activated, can form a spiritual energy shield on the body's surface, which can withstand a full-force attack from a cultivator below the fourth level of Qi Refining, lasting for about ten breaths."

Two Swiftness Talismans, which triple movement speed upon activation and last for one quarter of an hour; four talismans in total, and four low-grade spirit stones.

Zheng Yifei nodded and took out four hundred spirit coins from his pocket to pay.

The young woman took the spirit coins, counted them carefully, and then wrapped the four talismans in oiled paper and handed them to him.

"Young man, keep the talisman close to your body. When you need it, just infuse it with a trace of spiritual power to activate it. Remember, it's a one-time use item; it will break after you finish using it."

"Okay, thank you, senior sister."

Zheng Yifei carefully attached the talismans to the inside of his underwear, placing them on his chest and waist to ensure he could reach them immediately in an emergency.

With these four life-saving charms, your confidence will immediately be different.

With the Vajra Talisman for self-defense and the Swift Travel Talisman for escaping, as long as you don't encounter a master above the fourth level of Qi Refining, you can basically save your life.

As for offensive talismans, he thought about it and decided not to buy them.

The reason is simple: he is still a Qi Refining Level 1 youth living in the lowest-level shantytown of the market. If he hurts or even kills someone by using an attack talisman, his family background would not be able to withstand the other party's retaliation.

Moreover, the market is managed by three families: the Zhao family, the Wang family, and the Liu family. Fighting and injuring people in private fights will be investigated.

Just staying alive is enough, at least for now.

"Senior sister, do you have any human skin masks here?"

Zheng Yifei asked again.

The young woman paused slightly, looked him up and down, a meaningful smile playing on her lips: "Young man, you want a replica human skin mask? What for?"

"I'm having some trouble at home, and I'm afraid my enemies will come knocking on my door. It's safer to go out with a different face."

Zheng Yifei casually made up an excuse.

The young woman didn't press the matter. In the world of cultivation, it's perfectly normal for cultivators to have enemies. It's a world of survival of the fittest, and everyone has people who want to kill them.

"Yes, there are two types of imitation human skin masks. One type is a mortal item made of demon beast leather. It fits well and can fool the naked eye, but it cannot fool divine sense. It costs fifty spirit coins."

Another type is a first-tier magic artifact, with simple illusion array patterns embedded within. Once worn, it's not only invisible to the naked eye, but it can even fool the basic perception of a Qi Refining cultivator. However, it costs two hundred spirit coins per piece.

"Give me three of the magical artifact level, and two of the ordinary artifact level."

Zheng Yifei didn't hesitate. Magical artifacts are expensive, but they're worth the price.

Although there were no Foundation Establishment cultivators in the gambling den, there were quite a few gamblers at the Qi Refining level. If someone looked at him a few more times because he was unfamiliar with him, his mortal mask might be exposed.

The ordinary masks were kept as spares, to be worn when strolling around the market, since ordinary people couldn't tell the difference anyway.

The young woman took out three magic-grade masks and two ordinary masks from the shelf behind her.

The magical artifact-grade masks are as thin as cicada wings, warm to the touch, and almost weightless when placed on the face. Each one is a different face: a square-faced middle-aged man in his thirties, a young man in his early twenties with a scar, and a gaunt old man around fifty years old.

The ordinary masks are slightly thicker, and the faces are more common.

The five masks cost a total of 800 spirit coins, which Zheng Yifei paid with spirit tickets.

"Give me three more sets of clothes in different styles, just ordinary ones, cotton or linen."

The young woman pointed to the fabric shop next to Wanbaolou: "They sell clothes there, and they have more styles than we do here."

Zheng Yifei thanked him and went to the fabric shop next door to pick out three sets of clothes.

One set was a dark blue, short-sleeved jacket commonly worn by market vendors; another set was a gray robe worn by itinerant monks; and the third set was a black outfit paired with leather boots.

The three sets of clothes only cost sixty spirit coins in total; clothes for ordinary people are indeed cheap.