I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Stepping out of the main hall, Zheng Yifei didn't pause for a moment. He immediately summoned his flying sword, transforming into a streak of light and heading straight for the Weapon Peak.

Inside Qifeng's workshop, the heat was still intense.

Xu Jian was directing dozens of weapon-refining apprentices to assemble the latest batch of printing presses. He was sweating profusely, but his eyes were shining with excitement.

Seeing Zheng Yifei walk in, Xu Jian quickly went to greet him, chuckling, "Director! You've come at the perfect time. The second batch of ten fully automatic printing presses is almost finished. The assembly line operation is simply a miracle..."

"Put the printing press aside for now, and allocate half of our staff to take on a huge, urgent job."

Zheng Yifei interrupted him, quickly walked to an empty, large drawing table, and picked up a spirit pen.

Xu Jian was stunned for a moment, then quickly moved closer.

Zheng Yifei quickly sketched a rectangular paper shape on the drawing, dividing it into upper and lower sections.

The top of the screen displays the logo of the Qingyun Sect and the words "Qingyun Sect Welfare Lottery" in large characters. Below is a rectangular area covered by shadows, with the words "Scratch to Discover Happiness" written next to it.

"What is this?"

Xu Jian looked puzzled.

"This is called a lottery."

Zheng Yifei pointed to the blueprints, his expression extremely serious. "Old Xu, I need you to make a special kind of ticket."

There are two core requirements: First, absolute anti-counterfeiting, which no one can imitate;

Secondly, this area, which is described as "scratching away to reveal joy," must be engraved with a miniature isolation array. Even the divine sense of a Foundation Establishment or Golden Core cultivator would be absolutely unable to penetrate the surface to see the contents. Only by scratching away the surface coating with a fingernail or a hard object can the writing inside be seen.

If anyone attempts to forcibly break through this area using powerful magic or divine sense, it must immediately self-destruct.

Upon hearing this, Xu Jian's brows instantly furrowed into a tight knot.

As a genius of the peak of equipment, he immediately realized the technical difficulties of this thing.

"Anti-counterfeiting isn't difficult. I'll add a unique invisible spirit pattern to it, and inject a trace of specific spiritual power to make it visible. But preventing divine sense penetration and self-destruct formations... that's troublesome."

Xu Jian grabbed his messy hair, staring at the blueprints and racking his brains. "Ordinary paper simply cannot withstand such a complex miniature array. Forcing it to be drawn will only cause the paper to spontaneously combust."

He paced back and forth in the workshop, muttering to himself.

A moment later, Xu Jian slapped his thigh: "I've got it! Mid-grade spirit wood talisman paper!"

"Mid-grade spirit wood talisman paper?"

Zheng Yifei raised an eyebrow.

"right!"

Xu Jian's eyes lit up as he quickly explained, "This talisman is made by mixing the core material of a hundred-year-old ironwood with crushed ice silkworm silk. It is extremely tough and can not only perfectly support micro-isolation arrays and self-destruct array patterns, but it also has the characteristic of hindering divine sense detection."

We apply a layer of special ink mixed with 'Spirit-Slaying Sand' to the surface. Once it dries, it forms a protective film that divine sense absolutely cannot penetrate! It's also very easy to scrape off!

"Okay! We'll use this one!"

Zheng Yifei nodded without hesitation.

"But Director..."

Xu Jian looked troubled and rubbed his hands together. "The cost of this mid-grade spirit wood talisman paper isn't low. Add the spirit-repelling sand and the labor for inscribing the array, and the cost of one lottery ticket is at least one spirit coin! This cost..."

"The quantity is very large."

Zheng Yifei stared into Xu Jian's eyes and held up one finger: "I want a billion."

"How much...how much?!"

Xu Jian's voice suddenly cracked, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "Ten billion?! Director, are you kidding me? Ten billion sheets! The cost alone is ten million low-grade spirit stones! Even if the Weapon Peak were to pawn their underwear, they couldn't afford that!"

Money is not a problem.

Zheng Yifei pulled out the sect leader's token that shimmered with purple-gold light from his pocket and slammed it on the table with a "bang." "Here is the sect leader's token. Take it and go directly to the sect's treasury to withdraw ten million low-grade spirit stones for materials and processing fees."

This is a direct order from the sect leader himself. Anyone who dares to obstruct you will be sent directly to the main hall on the main peak to report!

Looking at the purple-gold token that represented the highest power of the Qingyun Sect, Xu Jian gasped, his legs going weak.

He finally realized that Zheng Yifei was up to something truly outrageous this time.

"Old Xu, time is of the essence."

Zheng Yifei pressed down on Xu Jian's shoulder, his tone cold and unyielding, "I don't care what method you use, whether you recruit people from the outer sect or hire freelance cultivators in the market, just run the assembly line to its maximum!"

I want to see the first batch of 100 million lottery tickets delivered within five days!

"One billion lottery tickets must be produced within twenty days. If even one is missing, I'll hold you responsible!"

Xu Jian gritted his teeth, staring at the Sect Master's Token, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes: "I'll risk it! Don't worry, Director, a new batch of printing presses just came out and we can use them. As long as we have enough spirit stones, I'll go and gather all the outer sect disciples who can draw talismans, and we'll work day and night! One hundred million sheets in five days, I guarantee the mission will be completed!"

Having secured the source of lottery production, Zheng Yifei left Qifeng without stopping and headed straight for the General Affairs Hall, which was responsible for personnel scheduling within the sect.

Inside the General Affairs Hall, Master Jin was sitting in a grand chair, leisurely sipping tea and reviewing the material reports from each peak.

"Master Jin, I apologize for disturbing you."

Zheng Yifei strode into the lobby.

When Master Jin looked up and saw Zheng Yifei, who had recently become incredibly popular in the outer sect, he immediately put on a smiling face.

He knew very well that Director Zheng was now a favorite of the sect leader.

"Oh my, Director Zheng, what a rare guest! Please have a seat."

Master Jin greeted them warmly.

Zheng Yifei did not sit down, but went directly to the desk of Hall Master Jin, took out the Purple Gold Sect Master's Token from his pocket, and said in a deep voice: "Hall Master Jin, time is of the essence, so let's skip the pleasantries."

"By order of the sect leader, I need to immediately allocate one hundred Foundation Establishment stage inner disciples to my full command."

The smile on Master Jin's face froze instantly, his gaze fixed on the purple-gold token, and a storm raged in his heart.

One hundred Foundation Establishment stage inner disciples!

These are not the cannon fodder of the outer sect's Qi Refining stage. Foundation Establishment stage disciples are the backbone of the Qingyun Sect. They are usually high and mighty, either in seclusion or carrying out high-level missions for the sect.

Deploying one hundred people at once is almost equivalent to mobilizing half of the elite combat force of the Enforcement Hall!

Normally, Master Jin would definitely ask a lot of questions and even report to the elders' council.

But at this moment, looking at the genuine sect leader's token and Zheng Yifei's cold and stern eyes, Master Jin wisely swallowed all his questions.

Don't ask what you shouldn't ask; this is the ironclad rule for longevity in a sect.

"Since it is the sect leader's decree, this old man will naturally obey."

Master Jin immediately stood up, respectfully cupped his hands towards the Sect Master's token, then took out a communication jade slip and decisively ordered: "Pass down the order! Immediately select one hundred early and mid-stage Foundation Establishment disciples from each of the inner sect's peaks who are not in seclusion for intensive training, and have them assemble at the training ground behind Listening Wind Pavilion within half an hour! Those who disobey will be punished according to sect rules!"

"Thank you for your cooperation, Master Jin."

Zheng Yifei put away the token, bowed his thanks, and turned to leave.