I run a casino in the immortal realm.

"1.2 billion?"

Zheng Yifei's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

He's seen countless spirit stones, and in the past two years, he's handled tens of millions of them.

But a cash flow of 1.2 billion low-grade spirit stones is enough to buy out a small sect from top to bottom three times over.

Xu Zhengkun looked at Zheng Yifei's reaction and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"Isn't it shocking? My hands were shaking when I first saw the summary of the accounts."

Xu Zhengkun pulled out a chair and sat down, tapping his fingers on the table: "Before you left, you left me all the 100 million low-grade spirit stones that the sect rewarded you with. Adding the two Tianyuan gambling houses in Qingyun Market and Sujia Market, as well as the 400 million that the Lucky Machine made from its crazy profit-taking over the past four years, you've invested a total of 500 million here."

Xu Zhengkun paused for a moment: "The remaining 700 million yuan is half of the revenue from newspapers and logistics."

Zheng Yifei put down his teacup.

This isn't building a gambling den; it's clearly building a money printing factory.

"The plate is set; now it's up to you how you eat this meat."

Xu Zhengkun stared into Zheng Yifei's eyes: "I'm handing over absolute control of the Yingxian Lake Super Casino to you. I only care about the results, not the process."

"it is good."

Zheng Yifei did not refuse; he had been waiting for this day for four years.

"However, there is a critical problem."

Zhao Wenyuan interjected, his brows furrowed: "Yifei is still a wanted criminal by Qin Cang, the Grand Elder of the Xuantian Sect. Within the Qingyun Sect, the Hu family's spies have never stopped."

As long as Yifei shows his face at Yingxian Lake, even if he is wearing the Thousand Illusions Mask, it will easily arouse suspicion.

The Thousand Illusions Mask only alters the appearance; a Golden Core cultivator's divine sense can easily detect the bone age and spiritual energy fluctuations.

Zhao Wenyuan hit the nail on the head.

Once the super casino opens, it will inevitably attract all sorts of strange and powerful figures from the Southern Wilderness Region, and it's a foregone conclusion that Golden Core stage experts will come to join the fun.

If Zheng Yifei were to take charge of the overall situation under the guise of an unknown rogue cultivator, he would definitely be targeted.

"I was prepared for this problem."

Xu Zhengkun took out a scroll from his storage bag and slowly unrolled it on the table.

The painting depicts a young man dressed in the robes of an inner disciple of the Qingyun Sect. He has a handsome appearance, a hint of arrogance between his brows, and a physique that bears a slight resemblance to Zheng Yifei.

"Xu Zhengyun".

Xu Zhengkun pointed to the portrait: "My second uncle's only son, my cousin."

Zheng Yifei glanced at the portrait, then looked at Xu Zhengkun: "Where is he?"

"A year ago, while training on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains, he was attacked and injured by a third-tier demonic beast. He died after returning to his sect."

Xu Zhengkun's voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor sorrow: "I have kept the news of his death under wraps. Currently, everyone in the Qingyun Sect, including the Hu family's spies, believes that he is still in seclusion recuperating from his injuries."

Zheng Yifei instantly understood Xu Zhengkun's plan.

"You want me to take his place?"

"right."

Xu Zhengkun nodded: "Zhengyun had excellent spiritual root aptitude, but he was aloof and didn't have many friends in the sect. Apart from my father, my second uncle, and me, no one knew that he was dead."

Your involvement, using his identity, is perfectly legitimate. The Qingyun Sect Master's cousin is in charge of his own business; who would dare utter a single word of dissent?

"The Thousand Illusions Mask cannot fool a Golden Core cultivator."

Zheng Yifei pointed out the key point.

Xu Zhengkun flipped his wrist, and a jade slip appeared in his palm. He then pushed it in front of Zheng Yifei.

"This is the Thousand Illusions Technique, a high-grade Xuan-level secret technique."

Xu Zhengkun explained, "The Thousand Illusion Mask uses external objects to isolate divine consciousness, while this spell directly uses spiritual power to reshape bones, muscles, and meridian pathways."

Once you've mastered it, unless a Nascent Soul cultivator personally searches your soul, a Golden Core cultivator's divine sense will be absolutely unable to detect any flaws.

Zheng Yifei picked up the jade slip and probed it with his divine sense.

A long and complex formula for a martial arts technique flooded my mind.

This spell is indeed exquisite, but the process of cultivating it is extremely brutal. It requires breaking every bone in the body inch by inch and then using spiritual power to reassemble and reshape it.

"Three days."

Zheng Yifei put away the jade slip: "Give me three days to go into seclusion. After three days, there will be no more Zheng Yifei in the world, only Xu Zhengyun."

A hint of admiration flashed in Xu Zhengkun's eyes.

What he admired most about Zheng Yifei was his ruthless nature in pursuing his goals, even at the cost of his own life.

"Wen Yuan, Zhang Biao, you two go to Yingxian Lake to oversee the finishing touches. For the next three days, no one is allowed to approach this courtyard."

Xu Zhengkun issued the order.

The two men accepted the order and withdrew.

Deep within the courtyard, in a secret room.

Zheng Yifei sat cross-legged on a futon and hung Xu Zhengyun's portrait on the stone wall directly in front of him.

He closed his eyes, his mind replaying the operating route of the "Thousand Illusions Technique".

Half an hour later, Zheng Yifei suddenly opened his eyes, formed hand seals, and the liquid five elements spiritual power in his body instantly went berserk.

"Click!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding sound echoed through the sealed room.

Zheng Yifei's left arm bone was broken by his spiritual power. Intense pain instantly overwhelmed his nerves, and large beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Without pausing, his spiritual power transformed into an invisible carving knife, enveloping the broken bones and forcibly stretching and reshaping them according to Xu Zhengyun's skeletal proportions.

"Click click click..."

The sounds of bones cracking and grinding echoed continuously from the sealed room.

Zheng Yifei clenched his teeth tightly, letting out a low growl like a wild beast.

He saw himself as a rough iron ingot, and used spiritual power to forge him in the most brutal way.

Ribs, leg bones, spine, skull.

The reshaping of every inch of bone was accompanied by excruciating pain. The vast spiritual energy reserves of the five spiritual roots played a crucial role at this moment. For an ordinary mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, this level of spiritual energy consumption would have been enough to cause them to die from exhaustion.

A day later, Zheng Yifei's skeleton had completely transformed into the shape of Xu Zhengyun.

The next day, he began to adjust the muscle texture and meridian pathways.

He crushed the Thousand Illusions Mask in one swift motion and discarded it.

He directly used his spiritual power to pull on the facial muscles, changing the height of the cheekbones and adjusting the curvature of the corners of the eyes and the jaw.

On the third day, we refined the details.

He looked at Xu Zhengyun's portrait again and again, even imprinting the aloofness and arrogance in the other man's eyes into his mind.

three days later.

The stone door to the secret chamber slowly opened.

Xu Zhengkun was standing in the courtyard when he heard the noise and immediately turned around to look.

A young man dressed in a blue robe emerged from the shadows.

With a handsome face, a slightly thin figure, and a slightly raised chin, his eyes revealed three parts indifference and seven parts arrogance.

Xu Zhengkun was stunned.

He stared intently at the person in front of him, his divine sense sweeping over them without reservation.

Bone age: 22 years old.

Cultivation level: Mid-Foundation Establishment.

Although the spiritual energy fluctuations appeared extremely strong due to the five spiritual roots, they were deliberately suppressed, giving off a fake sense of emptiness.

There was no trace of a mask, no trace of illusion.

This is a living, breathing human being.

"Zhengyun..."

Xu Zhengkun blurted it out.

"Brother Kun." Zheng Yifei spoke, his voice no longer clear and bright, but carrying a hint of Xu Zhengyun's unique hoarseness and deepness.

Xu Zhengkun took a deep breath to suppress the pounding in his heart.

It's so similar, not only in appearance, but also in that aloof and unapproachable demeanor, it's all perfectly imitated.

"Excellent! What a brilliant 'Thousand Illusions Technique'!"

Xu Zhengkun burst into laughter, stepped forward, and patted Zheng Yifei heavily on the shoulder: "From today onwards, you are Xu Zhengyun, the younger brother of the Qingyun Sect Master! And the general manager of the Yingxian Lake Super Casino!"

Zheng Yifei stretched his newly revamped body.

Although the process of reshaping his bones was excruciating, his current body was highly compatible with his soul, and he felt none of the alienation he had when using the Thousand Illusion Mask.

"Let's go."

Zheng Yifei looked towards Yingxian Lake: "It's time to open the door to customers for this 1.2 billion yuan project."

The two walked out of the courtyard side by side, summoned their flying swords, and headed straight for Yingxian Lake.