I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Outside the Tianyuan Hall, the sunlight was blinding.

The white jade steps stretch downwards.

Su Chenyuan walked slowly, his hands tucked into his sleeves, while Zheng Yifei lagged behind by a half step, maintaining the demeanor of a junior.

"Fifth Elder, I will remember how you saved the Great Hall today."

Zheng Yifei clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.

Su Chenyuan stopped and turned to look at Zheng Yifei. His wrinkled old face was expressionless, but his eyes were scrutinizing.

"Still called Fifth Elder?"

Su Chenyuan's voice was hoarse: "It's time to start calling him Great-Grandpa."

Zheng Yifei paused. He looked up and met Su Chenyuan's eyes; the other man wasn't joking.

"Fifth Elder is joking."

Zheng Yifei said calmly, "The situation in the main hall was urgent. You resorted to this tactic to protect me, and I know that perfectly well."

"My Su family never jokes about such things."

Su Chenyuan turned around and continued walking down. "Wanqing has high standards. All those young masters from noble families in the sect are lining up to pursue her, but she doesn't like any of them. Yet she looks at you differently."

My Su family doesn't lack spirit stones, what we lack are the minds to make spirit stones work for us. You understand what I mean?

Zheng Yifei understood. Su Chenyuan valued not only his personal potential, but also Xu Tianyang behind him, and the News Department, a behemoth that could shake up the sect's structure.

Marriage alliances are the most stable way to bind interests in the cultivation world.

"My cultivation is currently low, and I only wish to serve the sect. I am not attached to personal feelings..."

"Cultivation level can be improved, and the Su family will provide the resources."

Su Chenyuan interrupted him directly, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "The entire sect now recognizes you as the son-in-law of the Su family. If you encounter any trouble in the future, just mention the Su family's name and visit Wanqing more often."

Su Chenyuan walked away with his hands behind his back.

Zheng Yifei stood still and rubbed his temples.

He just wanted an angel investor, but the other party wanted to take control of the company.

Women would only slow him down when drawing his sword, and besides, his primary goal right now is to establish his foundation.

However, since we've already put on this tiger skin, we might as well make the most of it.

Back to the Listening Wind Pavilion in the backyard of the General Affairs Hall.

Zheng Yifei walked into the hall and slapped the 700,000 spirit notes from his sleeve directly onto the table.

Jin Biao was looking at a pile of bills with worry when he saw the spirit ticket and suddenly jumped up.

He grabbed the memorial ticket, turning it over and over in his mind's eye, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"You really went and robbed it?"

Jin Biao swallowed hard.

"Legitimate income".

Zheng Yifei sat down and poured himself a cup of tea: "Take this to buy materials. The factory construction is progressing quickly. What did Xu Jian say?"

"We've already produced 30,000 top-grade black iron letter molds, and the power array is being tested. The first prototype will be ready to go to the site early next month."

Jin Biao stuffed the spirit ticket into his storage bag, instantly feeling more confident.

After this incident, Zheng Yifei's trip to the Goldlion Casino was now completely legitimate.

Even the sect leader tacitly allowed him to "find a way to raise money," and the elders' council couldn't find anything wrong with it.

Purchasing goods from casinos became part of his daily work.

To ensure a steady and consistent winning streak, he strictly controlled the pace. He would go every two weeks, each time at a different table, and leave once he had won 100,000.

I will never touch the big picture of the game, nor will I get into conflicts with other gamblers.

Every time the head manager of Goldlion saw him, he would personally greet him at the door.

The head manager knew that this man was a man who knew the rules, and as long as he didn't cause trouble, the 100,000 spirit stones would be considered as protection money.

The security lineup has also received an epic upgrade.

Besides Gu Jianhua keeping a close watch on him, Su Chenyuan directly dispatched two late-stage Foundation Establishment Su family sword cultivators to stay by Zheng Yifei's side for twelve hours a day.

Under the guise of protecting the "son-in-law," it was actually a declaration of sovereignty to the entire sect.

A month later.

Qingyun Market, Tingfeng Teahouse.

The innermost private room on the second floor.

Zheng Yifei arranged to meet with Su Wanqing to discuss the future production capacity of the transfer array disk, but this was a private matter and not suitable for discussion in the office area.

Su Wanqing, dressed in a moon-white long dress, sat across from the table.

She poured Zheng Yifei a cup of tea, her movements slightly stiff, and she kept avoiding his gaze.

Don't take what Great-Grandpa said to heart.

Su Wanqing broke the silence in a low voice: "He values ​​your business acumen and wants to tie you to the Su family. I... I didn't mean that."

Zheng Yifei picked up his teacup and blew on it to cool it down. "Don't worry, Miss Su. I'm a very sensible person. We're partners, so we'll only talk about spirit stones, not romance."

"Once I've established my foundation, or the Information Department is on the right track, these rumors will naturally dissipate."

Su Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up, about to speak.

"Bang!"

The door to the private room was kicked open. Wood chips flew everywhere.

A young man dressed in a magnificent robe strode in.

His eyes were sinister, and the spiritual energy fluctuations of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator spread out unrestrainedly, causing the teaware in the private room to creak and rattle.

Hu Jinpeng is the great-grandson of the Fourth Elder.

"Wanqing, is this your reason for rejecting me?"

Hu Jinpeng pointed at Zheng Yifei, his face full of hostility, "A piece of trash with five spiritual roots, a peasant in the Qi Refining stage, does he even deserve to be the Su family's son-in-law?"

Su Wanqing stood up abruptly, her face icy: "Hu Jinpeng, don't you know the rules? Who let you in!"

"Rules? In the Qingyun Sect, the Hu family is the rule!"

Hu Jinpeng didn't even look at Su Wanqing, staring intently at Zheng Yifei as he strode closer: "Zheng, don't think that just because you're a director or chief inspector, you can act like you own the Qingyun Sect."

You're nothing but Xu Tianyang's dog!

Zheng Yifei sat in his chair, not even lifting his eyelids, and continued drinking his tea.

"I'm talking to you!"

Seeing that Zheng Yifei ignored him, Hu Jinpeng was furious. He raised his right hand, and a sharp gust of wind swept straight towards Zheng Yifei's face.

Clang!

The sword flashed.

The two sword energies, both at the late Foundation Establishment stage, crossed to form a cross, directly shattering Hu Jinpeng's powerful wind. The remaining force forced him to retreat three steps and crash into the door frame.

"Young Master Hu, please have some self-respect."

A swordsman from the Su family suddenly appeared, his sword tip pointing diagonally at the ground: "If you dare to be disrespectful to the young master again, don't blame us for being merciless with our swords."

Hu Jinpeng's face turned ashen. He glanced at the two sword cultivators whose cultivation surpassed his own, then at Zheng Yifei, who remained as steady as a mountain, and laughed in exasperation.

"Great! Excellent!"

Hu Jinpeng gritted his teeth, "You good-for-nothing who can only live off women! Let's fight one-on-one!"

Zheng Yifei put down his teacup. He stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked to Hu Jinpeng, the two of them no more than half a foot apart.

"Young Master Hu, is that right?"

Zheng Yifei spoke in a flat tone.

"Scared?"

Hu Jinpeng sneered.

"The Fourth Elder is in charge of the sect's spirit mine allocation."

Zheng Yifei looked into his eyes, his voice low but clear, "I heard that several shops under the Hu family's name have recently been illegally trading cold iron ore in the market, and their accounts are not very clean."

Hu Jinpeng's pupils contracted, and he shouted sternly, "What nonsense are you spouting!"

"Whether it's nonsense or not, we'll find out by checking."

Zheng Yifei raised his hand and patted Hu Jinpeng on the shoulder: "I am not only a partner of the Su family, but also the Chief Inspector of the Tax Bureau and the Director of the Information Bureau. Before you mess with me, you'd better think twice about whether your Hu family's underwear is clean."

Hu Jinpeng's breath hitched.

"The Information Department's newspaper is about to be published, and I'm worried that I don't have any material for the front page headline."

Zheng Yifei withdrew his hand, turned around and walked to his seat: "If you want to ruin the Fourth Elder's reputation, you can continue to cause trouble."

The private room was deathly silent.

Cold sweat broke out on Hu Jinpeng's forehead. He dared not gamble the life of his family on Zheng Yifei's ruthlessness; this kid dared to go head-to-head with even the Seventh Elder, he was definitely a madman.

"see a visitor out."

Zheng Yifei sat down and picked up his teacup.

Two Su family sword cultivators immediately stepped forward, one on each side, and "invited" Hu Jinpeng out of the teahouse.

Outside the teahouse, the street was bustling.

Hu Jinpeng stood by the roadside, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

"Young Master, are we just going to let it go like this?"

The lackey next to him leaned in and whispered.

"Nonsense!"

Hu Jinpeng gritted his teeth, "We can't do anything openly, but we'll kill him secretly! The sect competition is in a few days, and he, a mere Qi Refining Level 9 cultivator, has to participate."

"Go and send 100,000 spirit stones to Deacon Wang of the Enforcement Hall to change Zheng Yifei's match against Zhao Kuang, the top outer sect disciple! I want him beaten to death in the arena!"