I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The clamor of the competition subsided like a gust of wind after it swept through the Qingyun Sect.

That terrifying final not only solidified Zheng Yifei's fearsome reputation among the Qi Refining disciples, making him "unapproachable," but also earned him further recognition from the sect's higher-ups.

However, for Zheng Yifei, the competition was merely a means to acquire resources and protect himself. His real focus remained on the cornerstone of the business empire he had built—the Information Division.

At dawn, in the council hall of Tingfeng Pavilion, Su Tong, sporting two enormous dark circles under his eyes, slammed three large baskets of jade slips and a mountain of letters onto Zheng Yifei's large mahogany desk with a loud bang, letting out a desperate wail.

"Director! Help! I can't live like this anymore!"

Su Tong, on the verge of tears, pointed to the mountain of manuscripts, his voice cracking: "These are over eight thousand submissions sent from news collection points across various districts this morning! And the number is increasing exponentially every day!"

Zheng Yifei paused slightly as he picked up his teacup, raising an eyebrow.

He casually picked up a few jade slips and quickly scanned them with his divine sense.

"Complaint! The Baicao Pavilion in the South District sold inferior Qi-restoring pills, which almost caused me to suffer a qi deviation!" - Li Tieniu, a rogue cultivator.

"Shocking! My Three Days and Three Nights with the Enchantress of the Joyous Union Sect" - Anonymous Cultivator

"Pet Lost Notice: A second-tier Snow Spirit Fox has gone missing. A reward of 500 spirit stones will be given to anyone who provides clues." — Inner Sect Female Cultivator Zhao.

"On the Micro-manipulation Techniques of Fireball in Alchemy and Fire-Starting" - Danfeng's Nominated Disciple

Looking at these diverse submissions, Zheng Yifei couldn't help but let a huge smile spread across his face.

The benefits of the Qingyun Daily finally exploded in this extremely information-isolated cultivation world!

Monks are human beings too; they have a desire to express themselves, a sense of rights, and a love of gossip.

The newspaper, as a medium, was like a fountain that burst open in a parched desert, giving the lower-level monks a channel to voice their opinions.

"This is a good thing. It shows that our newspaper has been thoroughly integrated into the lives of millions of cultivators throughout the Qingyun Sect's territory."

Zheng Yifei put down the jade slip and calmly took a sip of spiritual tea.

"It's good, but there's simply not enough space!"

Su Tong grabbed his hair, his face full of worry: "Our newspaper only has four pages at most. Apart from the news department's announcements and sect decrees on the front page, even if we shrink the font to the size of ants, we can only publish about a hundred pieces of information a day at most!"

The vast majority of these 8,000+ submissions are valuable business information and stories of grievances from ordinary people, but they are all piling up here, severely hindering information flow.

"There are already quite a few monks complaining that our Information Division is taking the letters but not doing anything about them!"

Su Tong paused for a moment, then continued to pour out his grievances: "What's even more troublesome is the printing factory. Jin Biao hasn't slept for three days and three nights. Those ten printing presses are practically smoking from exhaustion, and their production capacity has reached its limit."

Even if we increase the page size now, they still can't print it!

Zheng Yifei's smile gradually faded, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table. He knew very well that if information was blocked, the credibility and timeliness of a newspaper would be greatly compromised. This was a major taboo in journalism.

"It seems that upgrading the hardware facilities is now imperative."

Zheng Yifei suddenly stood up and strode towards the door. "Let's go to Weapon Peak!"

Half an hour later, Zheng Yifei and Su Tong arrived at Xu Jian's workshop.

Before even entering, one could hear the clanging of metal being struck and the humming of the array in operation.

Pushing open the heavy stone door, a wave of scorching heat rushed towards you.

Xu Jian, shirtless and his body glowing red from the furnace fire, was lying face down on a huge blueprint, holding a spirit pen and inscribing a miniature array on a complex metal gear.

"Old Xu, how's the progress?"

Zheng Yifei walked over and patted Xu Jian on the shoulder.

Xu Jian was startled. He turned around and saw Zheng Yifei. He quickly wiped the soot off his face and said with a wry smile, "Director, why did you come in person? You asked me to make a hundred printing presses in two months. The timeframe is far too short!"

Seeing the craftsmen busily making printing press parts, Zheng Yifei discovered the reason for their inefficiency.

"Old Xu, making them one by one is too slow. You should use an assembly line."

What is an assembly line?

"It means that professionals do what they are good at. For example, those who make bearings should focus on bearings, those who make movable type should focus on movable type, and those who assemble should focus on assembly. Although this requires more manpower, the efficiency can be increased several times over."

Xu Jian was stunned. This assembly line concept was unheard of in the cultivation world, but upon closer examination, it was like a sudden enlightenment that made him see the light.

"But Director, increasing manpower will also increase costs."

Xu Jian was somewhat embarrassed.

"Spirit stones aren't a problem?"

"Here are 30,000 low-grade spirit stones!"

Zheng Yifei tossed him a storage bag and said magnanimously, "Go to the outer sect now and hire all the disciples who know basic weapon crafting, blacksmithing, and how to inscribe low-level array patterns!"

A generous reward will surely attract brave men! Send them those simple gear and pipe drawings and let them manufacture them on an assembly line.

As the chief engineer, you are only responsible for the final design of the core array and the assembly of the entire machine!

Seeing the spirit stone shimmering with an alluring luster, Xu Jian's eyes instantly lit up like two lanterns, and his breathing became rapid: "Don't worry, Director! With this money, I'll throw all those poor, wretched weapon-refining apprentices from the outer sect over here tonight."

Three days! Three days at most, I guarantee I can get you ten fully automatic printing presses!

"I need twenty units! If you don't have enough money, just ask me for approval! The target of one hundred units every two months remains unchanged."

Zheng Yifei made the final decision and swiftly resolved the hardware crisis.

Having resolved the printing plant's capacity issue, Zheng Yifei immediately went to the headquarters of "Shunfeng Logistics" located at the foot of the main peak.

This place was originally a deserted square, but now Xu Zhengkun has transformed it into a huge logistics distribution center.

On the square, ten enormous high-grade flying boats were lined up in a row, with the four characters "Shunfeng Logistics" painted in striking vermilion array patterns on their hulls.

Hundreds of logistics workers in uniform were pushing carts loaded with goods, shuttling between the flying boats and warehouses like worker ants. The shouts and the screech of the wooden wheels mingled together, creating a bustling scene.

Xu Zhengkun, dressed in the fine robes of a young sect leader, was personally directing and coordinating operations on-site, a thick ledger in his hand, with even a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Brother Kun, well done! This is even more spectacular than I imagined."

Zheng Yifei stepped forward and joked with a smile.

Xu Zhengkun's eyes lit up when he saw Zheng Yifei. He immediately pulled him aside, his voice brimming with barely concealed excitement: "Yifei, what's wrong with your brain?! This logistics system has only been in trial operation for half a month, and the results are frighteningly good!"

Xu Zhengkun pointed to a flying boat that was being loaded with cargo and excitedly introduced, "We have set up 'Shunfeng Stations' in the markets of the seven major districts by utilizing the flying boat routes that the Information Division uses to deliver newspapers to the major districts every day."

Previously, the flying boats would return empty after delivering newspapers; now, they return laden with special supplies from various jurisdictions!

"Look at that ship,"

Xu Zhengkun pointed to the leftmost flying boat, "That came back from the far north ice region, and it's full of century-old cold iron and ice flowers."

Previously, these items had to be transported by monsters pulled by caravans, taking two months to reach the main market. Along the way, there was also the risk of being robbed, and the transportation costs were outrageously high.

And now? The goods are loaded in the morning and arrive in the afternoon!

Zheng Yifei nodded in satisfaction. The core of logistics is time and efficiency. The flying boats in the cultivation world were originally only used for war or high-level travel, but now they are being used to transport goods, which is simply a game-changer.

In just half a month, the terrifying effects of logistics have become fully apparent in Qingyunfang City.

The situation of scarcity of supplies and exorbitant prices caused by the long distance has been completely broken.

The fire-type spiritual herbs abundant in the southern jurisdiction, the cold iron ore unique to the northern jurisdiction, and the monster materials from the sea in the eastern jurisdiction, all converge rapidly towards the main peak market of Qingyun through the Shunfeng Logistics flying boat network, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea.

The shop owners in the market were both horrified and overjoyed to discover that their procurement cycle had been shortened from several months to just a few days, and the shipping cost was only one-third of what it used to be.

The business principle of low profit margins and high sales volume demonstrated its astonishing power for the first time in the world of cultivation.

Not only the shops, but also the independent cultivators at the bottom of the social ladder have gone completely mad.

They discovered that they could purchase and ship desired religious artifacts or elixirs directly from their homes, simply by visiting the local "Shunfeng Station" if they saw an advertisement in the newspaper for sale in other jurisdictions.

With abundant supplies and frequent personnel exchanges, the flow of funds throughout the Qingyun Sect's territory increased several times over in an instant.

With the surge in transaction volume, the transaction taxes and tolls collected by the tax authorities every day have also increased dramatically, like a snowball rolling downhill.