I run a casino in the immortal realm.

"stop!"

As Zhao Kuang's pounding on the ground grew weaker and weaker, his eyes began to roll back, and he even foamed at the mouth, Deacon Wang, standing on the high platform, finally panicked.

If Zhao Kuang is strangled to death like this, how will he explain himself to the Fourth Elder Hu family?

With a sudden wave of his hand, Deacon Wang forcibly removed the array light barrier surrounding the arena, transforming into a streak of light as he rushed onto the arena.

The immense spiritual power of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator erupted, transforming into an invisible spiritual hand that forcefully pulled Zheng Yifei away from Zhao Kuang and slammed him heavily towards the edge of the arena.

"The competition is over! Zheng Yifei wins!"

Deacon Wang stepped in front of Zhao Kuang, who was rolling his eyes, and pointed at Zheng Yifei, shouting sternly, "In a duel between fellow disciples, it's best to stop when the point is reached! How dare you use such a vicious method, attempting to murder a fellow disciple! What is your punishment?!"

Adjust the angle of the frame.

This is an extremely shameless act of bias.

Just now, when Zhao Kuang deliberately created an opening to strangle Zheng Yifei, he said that rules are rules and the formation cannot be opened.

Now Zheng Yifei is retaliating to eliminate Zhao Kuang, so he directly intervened and interrupted the match.

Zheng Yifei skillfully adjusted his body in mid-air, and after his feet landed, he slid backward for several meters before finally regaining his balance.

He didn't get angry; he simply reached out and calmly brushed the dust off his clothes.

"What you said, Steward Wang, is quite interesting."

Zheng Yifei raised his head, looked directly into Deacon Wang's eyes, and curled a mocking sneer at the corner of his mouth: "He tried to kill me just now. You said the rules are the rules, and the formation cannot be removed."

"Now I'm going to kill him, so you just say 'stop when you've made your move.'"

Zheng Yifei took a step forward. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried throughout the entire square thanks to the power of his spiritual energy.

"I'd like to ask Deacon Wang, are these rules the rules of the Qingyun Sect, or your rules, Deacon Wang? Or... are they rules that someone bribed you with spirit stones?"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Tens of thousands of outer disciples whispered amongst themselves, their eyes filled with disdain as they looked at Deacon Wang. No one was blind; Deacon Wang had coldly observed Zhao Kuang's murderous intent earlier.

Deacon Wang's face flushed red, and a barely concealed murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

But he knew he absolutely could not argue with Zheng Yifei now, otherwise, if the fact that the Hu family had bribed him to rig the lottery was exposed, he would be completely finished in the Qingyun Sect.

"How dare you! It's not your place, an outer disciple, to interfere in what I, the steward, am doing!"

Deacon Wang, with his thick skin, completely ignored Zheng Yifei's words. With a sudden wave of his sleeve, a gentle yet irresistible spiritual force swept Zheng Yifei off the stage.

"Enforcement team, take Zhao Kuang away for treatment! The next match is about to begin!"

Deacon Wang announced loudly, attempting to mask his guilty conscience by going through the motions.

Facing a cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, Zheng Yifei's current cultivation level was indeed insufficient to confront him head-on. He could only give Deacon Wang a cold look and silently keep this matter in mind.

Turning around, Zheng Yifei walked straight to the large "Odds" banner fluttering in the wind on the east side of the square.

The atmosphere at the betting booth was extremely eerie. A deathly silence reigned.

Tens of thousands of disciples who had just been clamoring to see Zheng Yifei beaten into a pulp were now staring in disbelief at Zheng Yifei as he walked over.

Who would have thought that Zhao Kuang, the beast hailed as the number one body cultivator in the outer sect, would be strangled unconscious in an extremely bizarre manner by a "civilian" director with five spiritual roots?

"We...we won? We really won!"

Xu Muyao stood on the rosewood table, stunned for a full ten seconds, before suddenly bursting into a sharp cheer and jumping up excitedly.

"I won! Hahaha! A clean sweep! A clean sweep of the entire arena!"

Xu Muyao's face flushed with excitement. With a wave of her hand, she roared with boundless pride, "Someone! Give the spirit stones to those who bet correctly!"

Su Tong, Jin Biao, and Xu Jian were still in a dreamlike state when Xu Muyao's maid stuffed their arms full of spirit stones, which jolted them awake.

"Five thousand! It really is five thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

Su Tong held the heavy storage bag, tears welling up in his eyes.

He bet 500, with odds of 1 to 10, and instantly became rich! Jin Biao and Xu Jian were so excited they were speechless; they had never received so many spirit stones at once in their entire lives.

The crowd parted, and Su Wanqing, dressed in white, walked calmly to the table.

The maidservant respectfully handed over a high-grade storage bag filled with spirit stones: "Young Miss, this is the two thousand spirit stones you bet. Including the principal and interest, it's a total of twenty-two thousand."

Su Wanqing took the storage bag, her gaze falling on Zheng Yifei who had just walked over. A strange light, which she herself did not notice, flashed in her cold eyes before she turned and left.

Meanwhile, the tens of thousands of disciples who had bet Zhao Kuang watched as the mountain of spirit stones was divided up, their eyes bloodshot with rage, pounding their chests in fury. Several rogue cultivators who had staked their entire fortunes even coughed up blood and fainted on the spot.

"My flying sword! My savings for my wife!"

The cries of pain rose and fell, but no one dared to step forward and cause trouble.

What a joke! This is the betting platform opened by the sect leader's most beloved young lady. A bet is a bet, who would dare to steal her spirit stones?

Zheng Yifei walked to the table, and Xu Muyao immediately crowded around him like she was showing off a treasure, excitedly whispering, "Zheng Yifei! You're amazing! After deducting the compensation we gave to Su Wanqing and the others, we made a net profit of 3.26 million low-grade spirit stones! We're rich!"

"Senior sister, we agreed to split the profits 50/50."

Zheng Yifei smiled slightly.

"Of course! I keep my word!" Xu Muyao didn't mince words, directly taking out a storage bag, transferring 1.5 million low-grade spirit stones into it, and handing it to Zheng Yifei. "Here, this is your 1.5 million. Consider the change a small token of my appreciation!"

Zheng Yifei took the storage bag, scanned it with his divine sense, and felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

One and a half million low-grade spirit stones! With this huge sum of money, his next plan could be launched perfectly.

Just then, two dusty figures squeezed into the crowd.

It was Zhao Wenyuan and Zhang Biao who, after receiving the message, rushed day and night to the main peak of Qingyun.

"You've come at the perfect time."

Without wasting any words, Zheng Yifei directly tossed the storage bag containing 1.5 million spirit stones to Li Wenyuan.

"This is the seed money."

Zheng Yifei said calmly, "I've already made arrangements with the General Affairs Department. Take this money and go to Qingyun Market to secure the largest and best-located shop. Within three months, I want to see the most luxurious gambling den with the most comprehensive range of games open for business in the Qingyun Sect's territory."

"clear!"

Li Zhaowen took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, his eyes flashing with the fervor of a businessman.

Zhang Biao, also eager to get started, grinned and said, "We brothers will do our best to make the job the boss assigns us look our best, even if it means risking our lives!"

After sending the two away, Zheng Yifei intended to go back to rest, but less than half an hour after the competition ended, the summons from the main peak was issued.

Sect Master Xu Tianyang wanted to summon him alone in the main hall of the main peak.

Inside the main hall of the Qingyun Sect's main peak, Xu Tianyang, dressed in a purple-gold Daoist robe, sat high on a cloud bed, his aura as deep as the sea.

"Disciple Zheng Yifei greets Sect Master."

No need for formalities.

Xu Tianyang's voice carried a kind of imposing authority: "You performed well on the arena today. With your Qi Refining Level 9 cultivation, you defeated a Body Cultivator who was half a step into Foundation Establishment. This has truly impressed me."

However, the final move you used to lock down Zhao Kuang was fluid and deadly; it wasn't just a random act.

Xu Tianyang leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Zheng Yifei: "Where did you learn your close-combat skills? If you could compile them into a book and share them so that all the disciples of the sect could practice them, it would definitely greatly improve the close-combat survivability of my Qingyun Sect disciples."

"If you are willing to offer it up, I will reward you handsomely."

Zheng Yifei felt a chill run down his spine. Sure enough, this old fox had his eye on his fighting skills.

However, in the world of cultivation, he, with only five spiritual roots, was able to fight beyond his level by relying on his unexpected modern unrestricted fighting techniques and grappling locks.

This is his only trump card for survival. If he really gives it up, and everyone in the sect learns how to defend against a naked choke and how to break an armbar, how will he survive in the future?