I run a casino in the immortal realm.

High in the sky, a black warship, like an enraged beast, tore through the clouds and sped toward the Xuan Tian Sect.

On the deck of the warship, Zeng Feng's face was terribly gloomy, and the surrounding air became viscous because of the spiritual pressure he was releasing.

"Master, are we just going to slink back like this?"

Hu Jingpeng, unwilling to accept this, added fuel to the fire: "The Xu family is now completely disrespectful to their elders, they don't even respect the Grand Elder!"

And that Xu Zhengyun, no matter how I look at him, something just doesn't seem right. I feel like he's Zheng Yifei. Although his appearance has changed, his mannerisms and movements are very similar!

"Shut up!"

Zeng Feng roared in frustration, "I personally investigated with my divine sense. Xu Zhengyun's bone age, cultivation level, and meridians are all original. It's not some kind of illusion or disguise! Do you think your laughable intuition is more accurate than my Golden Core divine sense?"

Hu Jingpeng shrank back after being scolded and dared not utter another word.

Zeng Feng was extremely frustrated. This trip to Qingyun Sect had not only cost him all his spirit stones, but he also failed to complete the task assigned by the Grand Elder and didn't even get a blueprint. He was going back empty-handed, and Qin Cang would definitely not let him off easily.

The warships weaved through the clouds, passing right below a medium-sized market town called "Fallen Leaves Town".

This is a small market town on the edge of the Qingyun Sect's territory, with only tens of thousands of people.

Zeng Feng's gaze casually swept across the area below. Suddenly, he saw the building in the center of the market with the sign "Fallen Leaves Gambling House" hanging on it, and the long queue of independent cultivators outside the building.

"Transfer aircraft!"

Zeng Feng's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline.

The Grand Elder not only wanted the printing press, but also specifically asked to see that money-making machine! Since he didn't dare to make a move at Yingxian Lake, what was there for him, a dignified Golden Core cultivator, to fear in this remote and impoverished market town?

"Stop the ship!"

Zeng Feng shouted, and the warship instantly hovered above Luoyefang.

The next second, Zeng Feng transformed into a black streak of light, carrying terrifying Golden Core pressure, and crashed down in front of the Fallen Leaf Gambling House like a meteorite.

"boom!"

The violent surge of spiritual energy instantly sent the rogue cultivators in line flying. The defensive array at the gambling house's entrance shattered like paper before the Golden Core cultivators.

"Who dares to cause trouble at the gambling den!"

A steward in the early stages of Foundation Establishment rushed out in shock and anger, but before he could finish speaking, Zeng Feng glared at him so fiercely that he coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed limply to the ground.

Zeng Feng didn't even glance at the manager before striding into the gambling den.

In the center of the hall, there were ten transfer machines that shimmered with colorful lights.

"Hmph, I'll use you to get by!"

Zeng Feng sneered, and spiritual power surged in his large hand, transforming into a giant true essence palm that uprooted two of the transfer machines.

With a piercing metallic snapping sound, he forcibly stuffed the two transfer machines into his storage ring.

"The Xuantian Sect's Enforcement Hall is requisitioning this item for a case!"

Zeng Feng left behind an extremely arrogant statement before soaring into the sky and returning to the warship: "Full speed back to the sect!"

All that remained was a scene of devastation in Luoyefang, and Qingyun Sect disciples who dared not speak out in anger.

Three days later.

Xuantian Sect, Qingfeng Cliff.

Inside the misty hall, Elder Qin Cang sat cross-legged on a white jade lotus platform, his Nascent Soul stage aura as deep and unfathomable as a still abyss.

Zeng Feng knelt below, his forehead pressed against the cold jade ground, and respectfully presented a recording stone and the stolen transport machine in front of him.

"Elder, I am incompetent and have failed to bring Zheng Yifei back."

Zeng Feng, sweating profusely, reported: "I have repeatedly investigated with my divine sense, and the manager of that mirage is indeed Xu Zhengyun, Xu Zhengkun's cousin. He is twenty-two years old and in the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. He is definitely not Zheng Yifei, who has five spiritual roots, in disguise."

My subordinate suspects that Zheng Yifei may indeed be dead in the back mountain, and these ideas were probably secretly acquired by the Xu family from other experts.

Qin Cang didn't speak, but simply raised his hand and drew the recording stone into his palm.

When he probed into it with his divine sense, and saw the shocking scene of hundreds of printing presses spitting out massive amounts of newspapers day and night, two terrifying beams of light suddenly shot out from his turbid eyes.

"Excellent! Excellent Qingyun Sect! Excellent printing press!"

Qin Cang's voice echoed in the empty hall, revealing undisguised greed and rage: "Such a terrifying tool for accumulating wealth is actually in the hands of a subordinate sect; it's an absolute waste!"

He then turned his attention to a transfer plane that Zeng Feng had snatched back.

The massive Nascent Soul divine sense instantly enveloped the machine, but unexpectedly, as soon as the divine sense touched the array inside, a soft sound was heard, and the transfer machine started smoking and burned.

The transporter is equipped with a self-destruct array; without the original creator's blueprints, it is impossible for anyone else to replicate it.

"hateful."

Enraged, the elder unleashed a palm strike, reducing the transfer machine to rubble.

"If we know who designed this machine, could we get the blueprints?"

"Grand Elder, you are wise."

Zeng Feng cautiously raised his head: "Xu Zhengkun's attitude was extremely tough. He used the 'Code of Laws' to pressure his subordinates and refused to hand over the blueprints."

These machines were all engraved with self-destruct formations, and my subordinates, fearing they would alert Wan Tianxiang who was there, dared not forcibly seize them.

"Hmph, you've grown wings and dare to use the law to intimidate me now!"

Qin Cang slammed his hand on the armrest, an invisible wave of energy sending Zeng Feng staggering back several feet: "Does Xu Tianyang really think that by going into seclusion to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, he can escape my control? Dream on!"

Qin Cang stood up and looked down at Zeng Feng, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Send the remaining transfer machine and the recording stone to the Artifact Pavilion immediately!"

"By my decree, the Pavilion Master of the Weaponry Pavilion is to set aside all his affairs, gather all weapon refiners and array masters, and within one month, they must replicate this transfer machine and printing press for me!"

Qin Cang waved his sleeve, and his domineering voice resounded throughout Qingfeng Cliff: "Whatever Qingyun Sect can eat, my Xuantian Sect will take it all! Once the Weapon Pavilion successfully replicates it, I will make sure all the newspapers in the entire Southern Wilderness are under the Qin family name!"

"We must deploy these transport machines throughout the entire Xuantian Sect. If the Artifact Pavilion can't replicate them, then the Pavilion Master will have to come and offer his head!"

"Yes, sir!"

Zeng Feng felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he scrambled out of the main hall carrying the transfer machine.

The hall fell silent again. Qin Cang stared at the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the hall, his withered hands slowly clenching, producing a sickening cracking sound.

"Xu family... since you're courting death, don't blame me for being ruthless."