I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Bang!"

The heavy nanmu wood door of the public housing was kicked open without warning.

The force was so great that even the soundproofing array on the door frame flickered twice, almost causing it to collapse.

Zheng Yifei frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

This is Tingfeng Pavilion. Gu Jianhua is guarding outside. Who would dare to be so arrogant as to force their way in?

He looked up, but froze.

Standing at the door was not an assassin, but a charming young girl wearing a light blue flowing dress and with her hair styled in two buns.

The girl was in her early twenties, with skin as white as snow, bright eyes and white teeth. Her brows held a hint of willfulness and anxiety, and her whole body radiated the spiritual energy fluctuations of the early Foundation Establishment stage.

Gu Jianhua appeared outside the door like a ghost: "This is the sect leader's youngest daughter, Xu Muyao."

Then he glanced at Xu Muyao, then at Zheng Yifei, and spread his hands expressionlessly, as if to say: I dare not stop this lady, you can do as you please.

Afterwards, Gu Jianhua tactfully withdrew and closed the door behind him.

"Senior Sister Xu..."

Zheng Yifei put down his pen, stood up, and cupped his hands in greeting. Although the other party was the sect leader's daughter, according to the sect's seniority, addressing her as "senior sister" was the most appropriate.

Xu Muyao completely ignored Zheng Yifei's polite words. She stormed to the desk, slammed her hands on the table with a "bang," and stared intently at Zheng Yifei with her big eyes, like a little tiger guarding its food.

"Zheng Yifei! You still have the mind to write here?!"

Xu Muyao's voice was clear and crisp, carrying three parts annoyance and seven parts urgency.

Zheng Yifei was completely bewildered. He glanced at his half-finished business plan and asked, "What does this mean, senior sister? Did the Information Department offend you in any way?"

"Don't play dumb with me!"

Xu Muyao grabbed Zheng Yifei's sleeve, stamping her feet anxiously, "I'm asking you, what happened to Han Li?!"

"what?"

Zheng Yifei was stunned and didn't react.

"The novel 'A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality' that was serialized in yesterday's newspaper!"

Xu Muyao's eyes were almost red, and she said through gritted teeth, "That Doctor Mo is actually a possessing evil cultivator! He tricked Han Li into the secret room and was even going to use some kind of 'Seven Ghosts Devouring Soul Technique'!"

And then? That's it! Below it even reads, "To find out what happens next, please read tomorrow's Ching Wan Daily!"

Do you know I didn't sleep well at all last night? My mind was filled with images of that poor, poor boy Han Li being possessed!

Zheng Yifei looked at the daughter of the dignified Golden Core cultivator and the lofty Foundation Establishment stage fairy in front of him, who was now acting like a web novel reader driven mad by a poorly written novel. He almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

A dimensional reduction attack, an absolute dimensional reduction attack.

The cultivators in the immortal realm, who only know how to meditate and practice breathing exercises and live a life of purity and detachment, how could they possibly withstand the dramatic ups and downs and suspenseful plot of this kind of exciting novel?

"Cough cough..."

Zheng Yifei coughed twice, suppressing his laughter, and said seriously, "Senior sister, this story was originally written by a few down-on-their-luck scholars in the editorial department. I was only responsible for reviewing it. As for the subsequent plot, we'll naturally have to wait until the newspaper is printed tomorrow to find out..."

"You're lying!"

Xu Muyao interrupted him abruptly, leaning closer to Zheng Yifei, where he could even smell the faint fragrance of orchids emanating from her: "My father told me that you were the one who provided the outline for this story! Those scholars were just ghostwriters! You must know the plot!"

"Tell me quickly, is Han Li dead? If he's dead, I... I'll tear your Listening Wind Pavilion down!"

Xu Muyao waved her small, white fists, her threats utterly ineffective.

Zheng Yifei's mind was racing.

This is the sect leader's most beloved daughter, and the young sect leader's own sister. If we can hold onto this powerful figure, we can do whatever we want in the Qingyun Sect.

"Senior sister, please calm down. If you demolish Tingfeng Pavilion, there will be no one to write stories for you in the future."

Zheng Yifei smiled slightly, took out a jade slip from his storage bag, and tossed it in his hand: "As for the rest of the story, I do know. I not only know what happened to Doctor Mo, but also how Han Li established his foundation and how he joined Huangfeng Valley."

Xu Muyao's eyes instantly lit up like two stars, her gaze fixed on the jade slip, and she couldn't help but swallow a little.

"Let me see! Let me see right now!"

Xu Muyao reached out to snatch it.

Zheng Yifei deftly avoided her attempt to snatch the item with a flick of his wrist, and said slowly and deliberately, "Senior sister, this is the highest trade secret of the Information Department."

If it leaks out in advance, tomorrow's newspapers won't sell.

"Fine, I'll pay with spirit stones!"

Xu Muyao panicked and immediately unfastened the storage pouch at her waist: "One thousand low-grade spirit stones for this jade slip!"

"This is not a problem with spirit stones."

Zheng Yifei shook his head and looked at Xu Muyao sincerely: "If you really want to see it, Senior Sister, it's fine to give it to you. However, I've recently encountered a little trouble and I'm so worried that I really don't have the mind to recall the outline of the story."

Although Xu Muyao was spoiled, she wasn't stupid. She immediately understood the hidden meaning in Zheng Yifei's words.

"A minor problem?"

Xu Muyao crossed her arms, raised her chin slightly, revealing a section of her slender, snow-white neck, and said arrogantly, "In this Qingyun Sect, what trouble can't my father and brother handle?"

Tell me, who bullied you? I'll stand up for you!

Zheng Yifei was waiting for these words.

"It's not a big deal."

Zheng Yifei sighed and said with feigned helplessness, "The sect competition is on the first day of next month. I heard that Hu Jinpeng, the great-grandson of the Fourth Elder, bribed the deacon of the Enforcement Hall to rig the lottery."

My first opponent was Zhao Kuang, the top-ranked cultivator in the outer sect, a madman of physical cultivation.

"Zhao Kuang?"

Xu Muyao frowned. "That beast who has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refining and can tear people apart on the arena?"

You're only at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and you have five spiritual roots. Facing him would be certain death or serious injury! Hu Jinpeng is utterly shameless!

"Yes, that's why I'm barely surviving right now, so I don't have the time or inclination to care about Han Li's life or death."

Zheng Yifei shrugged.

"This is outrageous!"

Xu Muyao flew into a rage, slamming her hand on the table: "The Enforcement Hall dared to openly cheat in the sect competition! I'm going to find my brother right now and have him arrest that corrupt Steward Wang and have the draw repeated!"

"No, no, no, senior sister, please wait!"

Zheng Yifei quickly called out to her.

"Senior sister, this matter must not alarm the young sect leader."

Zheng Yifei lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Since the Hu family wants to play dirty tricks, let's play along. I don't need to change the lottery tickets; I just need my senior sister to do me a small favor..."

"A small favor? What do you need?"

Xu Muyao looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Zheng Yifei smiled slightly, a sly glint in his eyes: "I want my senior sister to set up a betting pool on the day of the sect competition, betting on whether I win or lose against Zhao Kuang. I only need to share half of the spirit stones she wins."

Xu Muyao was a little confused: "What does 'opening a betting market' mean? How do you do it?"

"Setting up a betting platform is setting up a gambling game, betting on whether I or Zhao Kuang will win or lose."