I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Inside the main hall.

Zheng Yifei looked at Xu Tianyang.

"I have a way to gather one billion low-grade spirit stones in a month."

Zheng Yifei said calmly, "No tax increases, no loans, and we want to get the grassroots cultivators to willingly take out the spirit stones from their pockets."

Li Zhan frowned: "That's impossible! Unless you rob them!"

"Seventh Elder, robbery is the lowest form of money-making."

Zheng Yifei smiled and said, "The most sophisticated way to make money is to give them a dream."

"Dream?"

Xu Tianyang sat up straight.

"Yes, the dream of getting rich overnight and changing one's fate against all odds."

Zheng Yifei held up one finger, "I'm going to organize an instant lottery extravaganza that covers the entire Qingyun Sect territory."

"lottery?"

Su Chenyuan was puzzled.

Zheng Yifei said with a smile: I want to launch the Qingyun Sect welfare lottery.

"What is a lottery?"

The Grand Elder spoke up.

Simply put, it's a kind of certificate.

Zheng Yifei explained, "We will produce a special kind of ticket, with its surface sealed by an array. Cultivators can buy a ticket for two low-grade spirit stones, scratch off the array on the surface, and the winning information will be displayed inside."

"Two low-grade spirit stones?"

Li Zhan shook his head: "This little bit of money isn't even enough to fill a gap in our teeth, how are we going to scrape together a billion?"

Zheng Yifei did not refute, and began to explain the principles of lottery in detail.

"Special Prize: One Low-Grade Foundation Building Pill."

Upon hearing this, the four Golden Core cultivators in the hall were simultaneously stunned.

"First Prize: One high-grade magic weapon or ten bottles of high-grade spirit-gathering pills."

Second Prize: One mid-grade magic weapon or ten bottles of mid-grade Spirit Gathering Pills.

Third Prize: One low-grade magic artifact or one hundred low-level talismans.

Fourth Prize: Ten low-grade spirit stones.

Fifth Prize: Two low-grade spirit stones, one more try.

After listing the awards, Zheng Yifei turned to look at everyone.

Xu Tianyang gasped, "Are you crazy? Using Foundation Establishment Pills for a rogue cultivator's lottery? That's incredibly expensive!"

"Sect Master, don't be fooled by the high price of the prize; we need to consider the odds."

Zheng Yifei's eyes were sharp. "We set the prize pool ourselves. Ten million lottery tickets will form one prize pool. Ten million tickets means a turnover of twenty million low-grade spirit stones."

Zheng Yifei quickly listed the cost accounting in mid-air.

"In this prize pool, we'll put one low-grade Foundation Establishment Pill, costing 150,000 spirit stones. There will be 10 first prizes, 100 second prizes, 1,000 third prizes, 100,000 fourth prizes, and 500,000 fifth prizes."

"The total cost of all prizes combined does not exceed two million low-grade spirit stones."

"With a turnover of 20 million, after deducting 2 million in costs, the net profit is 18 million!"

We dispatched ten teams to various markets, each team issuing ten sets of lottery tickets, which is equivalent to earning 180 million, and ten sets would amount to 1.8 billion.

The main hall was deathly silent.

The four Golden Core elders stared intently at the numbers in mid-air.

Twenty million minus two million.

Eighteen million.

The accounts are settled clearly.

"this……"

Li Zhan swallowed hard: "If no one wins the grand prize, who will keep buying tickets?"

"Therefore, someone has to win the prize, and it has to be won in full view of everyone!"

Zheng Yifei stated decisively, "We'll send over a dozen teams to the largest markets and hamlets in our jurisdiction, set up platforms, and sell lottery tickets in front of tens of thousands of independent cultivators, complete with gongs and drums. Each team must have at least one low-grade Foundation Establishment Pill drawn from each prize pool on the spot!"

Zheng Yifei placed his hands on the long table and scanned the crowd with his eyes.

"Elders, think about this. A low-level rogue cultivator has to carefully budget even when buying Qi Gathering Pills."

Now, all he needs to do is take out two low-grade spirit stones for a chance to obtain a low-grade Foundation Establishment Pill worth 150,000!

"He scratched one card, but it didn't win. The person next to him scratched one and won ten spirit stones, making five times his initial investment. Won't he be envious?"

"The person next to him just unearthed a mid-grade magic artifact. Will he go crazy?"

"When someone snatches a low-grade Foundation Establishment Pill on the spot, holds it up, and laughs heartily, what will be the reaction of the tens of thousands of rogue cultivators below the stage?"

Zheng Yifei's voice was deep and seductive.

"Jealousy, greed, resentment. They'll think, 'Two spirit stones are a bargain, I can't lose out. What if I'm the chosen one?'"

"With just two spirit stones, one can skip sixty years of arduous cultivation, transcend social classes, and become a superior being!"

"This is an open conspiracy."

Zheng Yifei straightened up: "The cultivation world has no shortage of gamblers. When they see someone else win the grand prize, they'll take out the last spirit stone in their pocket and buy our lottery ticket."

The only sound in the hall was heavy breathing.

Xu Tianyang's fingers trembled slightly.

Li Zhan's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Zheng Yifei.

Su Chenyuan's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He had been in charge of the sect's finances for a hundred years and had never heard of such a terrifying method of accumulating wealth.

"There are 1.5 billion low-level independent cultivators within the Qingyun Sect's territory."

Zheng Yifei stated a number: "We don't need everyone to buy, because the lowest-level rogue cultivators can't afford two spirit stones. We want the middle and upper-level rogue cultivators to participate. If there are 100 million people, and each person buys ten tickets, that's one billion lottery tickets."

"A flow of two billion low-grade spirit stones."

Zheng Yifei said calmly, "After deducting the cost of prizes and operating expenses, we will make a net profit of over 1.5 billion within a month."

The task of generating one billion was easily solved.

There might even be an extra 500 million in surplus.

The elder gasped, several strands of his beard snapping off.

"This...this really will work?"

Li Zhan's voice trembled.

"It can be done."

Zheng Yifei nodded: "The News Department's newspapers have already been put out to publicize this for three days in advance."

The logistics company's airships are responsible for transporting lottery tickets and prizes, and are constantly replenishing stock.

The disciples of the Enforcement Hall were responsible for maintaining order at the scene and preventing anyone from being tempted to steal.

Zheng Yifei looked at Xu Tianyang: "Sect Master, this is my solution to break the deadlock."

Xu Tianyang closed his eyes.

He mentally went through every detail of the plan.

perfect.

There was no coercion, no extortion.

The independent cultivators willingly paid money, and even felt grateful to the Qingyun Sect for giving them a chance to change their fate.

This isn't selling lottery tickets; it's clearly harvesting the desires of the entire cultivation world!

Xu Tianyang suddenly opened his eyes, and the pressure of the late-stage Golden Core realm overflowed uncontrollably.

"good!"

Xu Tianyang slammed his hand on the dragon throne, shattering the purple-gold armrests inch by inch.

"A dozen teams, a dozen markets. Just tell us what you need!"

"Absolute power is required."

Zheng Yifei bluntly stated, "Making lottery tickets requires Qi Feng to work day and night to create anti-counterfeiting arrays; there must be no counterfeiting."

The prizes require the full support of Danfeng and Baoku.

Security on site requires the deployment of the Enforcement Hall and the elite Swordsman's Guard.

"Granted!"

Xu Tianyang waved his hand, and a purple-gold token flew towards Zheng Yifei.

"This is the Sect Master's decree! Receiving this decree is as if I were present!"

Xu Tianyang stood up, his gaze sharp: "From this moment forward, you are appointed as the Chief Commander of the Qingyun Sect's lottery issuance! The entire sect, including the elders, is at your disposal! Anyone who dares to obstruct you will be killed without mercy!"

Zheng Yifei caught the token; it was icy cold to the touch.

"I want to see one billion spirit stones displayed on the main peak plaza within a month."

Xu Tianyang stared at him.

"Sect Master, rest assured." Zheng Yifei put the token into his pocket. "One month from now, the Qingyun Sect will receive every penny of the tribute from the Xuantian Sect."

"Go and do it."

Zheng Yifei turned around and strode out of the main hall.

The main hall doors closed.

Li Zhan slumped into a chair, wiping the cold sweat from his face.

"Sect Master, this Zheng Yifei... is too terrifying."

Li Zhan's voice was hoarse: "These methods of scheming against people are even more sinister than those of demonic cultivators. How on earth did he develop such a brain?"

Xu Tianyang sat down again, looking at the debris scattered all over the floor.

"It's better if it's scary."

Xu Tianyang's eyes were deep: "If he's not ruthless, how will Qingyun Sect survive this calamity? As long as he can get ten billion spirit stones, he will be the greatest contributor to Qingyun Sect."

"The Hu family's side..."

The Grand Elder spoke.

"Be careful."

Xu Tianyang sneered: "The lottery is a secret. We'll keep it confidential until the day before it's issued, then release it through the newspapers."

If Hu Lie dares to cause trouble at this critical juncture, I will risk a sect war to wipe out the Hu family!