I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The frenzy at Qingyun Square is just a microcosm.

Zheng Yifei sat in the armchair of Tingfeng Pavilion, looking at the compiled account books in his hand, his eyelids twitching wildly.

The original plan was to release the product over twenty days, with each of the ten markets selling five million copies per day.

However, he underestimated the desire of the lowly cultivators in the cultivation world to "defy fate".

Just the first day.

Ten sales outlets and 100 million lottery tickets were snapped up.

With a turnover of 200 million low-grade spirit stones, after deducting the cost of prizes of over 10 million, the net profit for the day is 180 million!

This sum of money is equivalent to the total tax revenue of the Qingyun Sect over the past year.

Inside the main hall of the main peak, Xu Tianyang looked at the mountain of spirit stones that shimmered with a captivating luster and couldn't stop smiling.

The First Elder, Fifth Elder, and Seventh Elder were all radiant, as if they had become ten years younger.

"Sect Master, we're out of stock!"

Zheng Yifei strode into the main hall, breaking the high-ranking officials' reverie: "The people below are going crazy. The rogue cultivators who didn't get lottery tickets are blocking the ticket counter and refusing to leave, threatening to cause trouble."

Xu Tianyang turned his head sharply, his eyes gleaming: "Print! Print it like crazy!"

"Qifeng's production capacity has reached its limit."

Zheng Yifei spread his hands: "Xu Jian and all the craftsmen didn't sleep for three days and three nights. Three of them even vomited blood."

Xu Tianyang waved his hand, and the pressure of his Golden Core made the hall vibrate: "Issue my decree! All disciples of the Weapon Peak, including the elders, shall go down and inscribe array patterns! Produce them at a rate of one hundred million per day!"

Anyone who dares to complain of being tired, I'll personally go and beat them up!

In addition, three top-quality flying boats will be allocated to shuttle daily between major markets, transporting lottery tickets and spirit stones!

The entire Qingyun Sect has completely transformed into a high-speed money-printing machine.

Flying boats shuttle back and forth, and spirit stones fall like rain.

The next day, nearly 100 million tickets were sold out again.

On the third day, the momentum showed no signs of abating.

However, enormous profits inevitably come with deadly envy.

In this frenzy of wealth sweeping the entire district, the undercurrents finally broke through the surface.

Late at night on the third day.

The sky above Sujiafang City.

A high-quality flying boat bearing the logo "Shunfeng Logistics" is speeding towards the main peak of Qingyun.

Inside the cabin, two early-stage Foundation Establishment disciples, responsible for escorting the group, sat cross-legged.

Among them were ten specially made storage iron boxes, containing ten million low-grade spirit stones obtained from lottery sales in Sujiafang City today.

"This job is inhuman. Staring at so many spirit stones every day, seeing them but not being able to touch them, it's so tempting."

The round-faced disciple on the left smacked his lips.

"Stop complaining. After this trip, we'll each get a 2,000 yuan commission, which is equivalent to several years' worth of tasks."

The tall, thin disciple on the right touched the flying sword at his waist: "Cheer up, we'll be entering the main peak area soon."

Before he could finish speaking...

"boom!"

The airship shook violently, and the defensive formation erupted with a blinding red light.

"Enemy attack!"

The tall, thin disciple suddenly drew his sword and scanned the outside of the cabin with his divine sense.

In the night sky, three figures shrouded in black robes appeared out of thin air.

Without any words or announcements, three demonic weapons, exuding a strong stench of blood, slammed directly into the airship's shield.

"Three late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators!"

The tall, thin disciple's face turned deathly pale. He immediately crushed the communication jade slip at his waist: "Request reinforcements! Quickly..."

"Click."

A withered hand pierced through the cabin wall of the airship and grabbed the thin, tall disciple by the neck.

"These greenhorns of the Qingyun Sect dare to escort so many spirit stones?"

A hoarse, unpleasant voice echoed inside the cabin.

"puff!"

Blood splattered.

The tall, thin disciple's head flew skyward.

"Senior brother!"

The round-faced disciple's eyes widened in fury. Just as he was about to unleash his magic weapon, a black short blade pierced through his back, shattering his heart.

Three men in black robes fell into the cabin.

The leader, a man in black robes, kicked the corpse aside and his gaze fell on the ten iron boxes.

He formed a hand seal with one hand and forcibly erased the seal on the iron box.

The white spirit stones poured out.

"Old Hu wasn't lying to us, he's fucking fat!"

The man in black robes let out a strange laugh, and with a wave of his sleeve, he put all ten million spirit stones into his storage bag.

"Let's go! The Qingyun Sect's reinforcements are on their way!"

The three of them transformed into three wisps of black smoke and vanished instantly into the vast night.

Half an incense stick later, the flying boat, which had lost the control of the formation, plummeted into the dense forest below, emitting black smoke and causing a raging fire.

The main peak of Qingyun Mountain, the council hall.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Xu Tianyang sat on the dragon throne, his face ashen, his chest heaving violently.

In the center of the hall lay two cold corpses and several charred pieces of the airship wreckage.

"Ten million! A full ten million low-grade spirit stones!"

Xu Tianyang slammed his hand down on the long table in front of him, shattering it into pieces. Splinters flew everywhere: "On my turf, they hijacked my flying boat and killed my men! What are the Enforcement Hall good for?!"

The head of the Enforcement Hall knelt on one knee, sweat beading on his forehead: "Sect Master, the on-site investigation has been completed. There are three of them, all at the late Foundation Establishment stage. Their methods are ruthless and clean, and they use demonic techniques. They are very likely the 'Three Blood Demons' who roam the border."

"The Three Blood Demons? A few rogue cultivators dare to touch my Qingyun Sect's superior-grade flying boat?"

The Grand Elder snorted coldly.

"Sect Master, this matter is suspicious."

Seventh Elder Li Zhan frowned: "The flying boat's route is secretive. How did they time it so accurately? And they attacked with three late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators in one go. This is definitely not an ordinary robbery."

Xu Tianyang took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He knew, of course, that this was no ordinary robbery.

Someone is flipping the table.

The deadlock of paying a billion in tribute was about to be broken, and some people couldn't sit still any longer.

"Hu Lie..."

Xu Tianyang gritted his teeth and spat out two words.

The crowd in the main hall fell silent, trembling with fear. Without any evidence, they directly pointed the finger at the Fourth Elder, which meant that the sect was on the verge of internal war.

"Sect Master, now is not the time to investigate who is behind this."

Zheng Yifei, who had been silent all along, stepped out from the corner.

He glanced at the corpse on the ground, his expression eerily calm.

"Ten million spirit stones is a small matter, but once the news of the hijacking of the flying boat spreads, the rogue cultivators will panic. They will feel that the Qingyun Sect cannot even protect its own money, and the credibility of the lottery will collapse instantly."

Zheng Yifei cut to the chase: "If credibility collapses, the game is over."

Xu Tianyang looked at him: "In your opinion, what should be done?"

"Stopping flights is impossible; the spirit stones must be transported back every day."

Zheng Yifei said with certainty, "It's no longer safe to escort ordinary Foundation Establishment disciples. Since the other side dared to send three late-stage Foundation Establishment disciples, they must have calculated that our outpost forces would be scattered."

Zheng Yifei turned around and glanced at the Golden Core elders present.

"I suggest that, starting tomorrow, the transport airships for the ten major markets be personally escorted by the Golden Core Elders!"

These words caused an uproar in the hall.

"Nonsense!"

Fifth Elder Su Chenyuan glared, "We old bones going to personally escort the carriage? If word gets out, where will the face of the Golden Core elders of the Qingyun Sect be?!"

"How much is face worth?"

Zheng Yifei retorted without any politeness, "Elder Su, ten million was robbed from the Su Family Market today, including ten percent of your Su family's profits, which is one million. If you don't care about your reputation, you'll lose that one million."

Su Chenyuan was speechless. Xu Tianyang distributed 10% of the lottery profits to the three elders; otherwise, the lottery program wouldn't have been able to be implemented.

"Not only should a Golden Core elder escort them, but the escort should be carried out with great fanfare!"

Zheng Yifei looked at Xu Tianyang: "Sect Master, this is a good opportunity to establish our authority. Since someone wants to extend their claws, let's chop them off!"

Xu Tianyang narrowed his eyes: "How do you chop it?"

"Use their plan against them."

Zheng Yifei walked to the center of the hall and lowered his voice: "The other party has tasted the sweetness and will never stop. They know we were robbed once, and they will definitely strengthen their defenses tomorrow, but they can't guess that we will directly send out Golden Core cultivators."

Zheng Yifei pointed to several intersections of flight routes on the map.

"Tomorrow, spread the word that to make up for today's losses, the spirit stones from the three markets in the eastern district will be collected and transported back on a single flying boat—a total of thirty million low-grade spirit stones!"

The elders gasped. Thirty million! The bait was too tempting, even a Golden Core cultivator would be tempted.

"People die for wealth, birds die for food. Since the mastermind behind this has hired the Blood Demons, seeing such a large piece of meat, they will definitely make them take action again."

Zheng Yifei's lips curled into a cold smile: "At that time, I would like to trouble the Grand Elder to personally hide in the secret compartment of the airship's lower deck."

The elder paused in stroking his beard, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Three late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators wouldn't even have a chance to self-destruct in the face of the Grand Elder's Golden Core realm."

Zheng Yifei's voice was icy: "Capture them alive. As long as we get them to talk and obtain evidence of their employment..."

Zheng Yifei didn't finish his sentence, but everyone in the hall understood what he meant.

With the evidence, Xu Tianyang will have a legitimate reason to attack the Hu family!

Xu Tianyang suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"Alright! We'll do as you say!"

Xu Tianyang looked at the Grand Elder: "Grand Elder, I'll have to trouble you to make that trip tomorrow."

The Grand Elder nodded slightly, his tone chilling: "I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time, and I'm just curious to see who has the audacity to do this."

Zheng Yifei returned to his original position, his lowered eyes showing no emotion.

In my past life, if I was caught cheating in a casino, my hand would be chopped off.

Since Hu Lie dared to overturn his gambling table, he should be prepared to lose everything.