I run a casino in the immortal realm.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Zhao Wenyuan and Zhang Biao hurriedly arrived at the top-floor study.

Both of them were currently stuck at the ninth level of Qi Refining, their spiritual power was at its peak, but they were still unable to break through that invisible barrier, and there was a trace of anxiety between their brows.

"Yifei, you were looking for us?"

Zhao Wenyuan asked respectfully.

Without wasting any words, Zheng Yifei threw the sandalwood box in front of the two of them.

"Open it and take a look."

Zhao Wenyuan opened the wooden box with a puzzled look. When the rich aroma of medicine wafted out and he saw the two pills with cinnabar patterns inside, his and Zhang Biao's eyes widened instantly, and their breaths stopped.

"An extremely...top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill?!"

Zhang Biao stammered out the words, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"This was specially made for you by Ling'er."

Zheng Yifei stood up, hands behind his back, staring intently at the two men: "You two have followed me through thick and thin, struggling at the bottom for so long, and your cultivation is stuck at the Qi Refining stage. Not only are you frustrated, but I also feel ashamed!"

"Now, Mirage has become the target of everyone's attacks, and the undercurrents within the Xuantian Sect are surging. What I need are generals who can stand alone, not two Qi Refining stage lackeys who can't even fly on swords!"

Zheng Yifei pointed to two top-tier spirit-gathering chambers deep within the study: "These two chambers are brimming with spiritual energy. With these two top-grade Foundation Establishment Pills, if you still can't break through, you two can jump off the top of this mirage, and don't even mention being my brothers!"

Zhao Wenyuan's eyes were red-rimmed as he gripped the top-grade Foundation Establishment Pill tightly.

He knew how much effort his sister had put into refining those two pills;

He knew even better that Zheng Yifei's unwavering investment of such precious resources in them demonstrated the extent of his trust.

"Don't worry! If I can't reach the Foundation Establishment stage, I, Zhao Wenyuan, will kill myself on the spot!"

"Fuck him! I'm going to fight him to the death today!"

Zhang Biao's eyes were also bloodshot, like a raging tiger.

The two bowed deeply, turned around and strode into the Spirit Gathering Chamber. With a loud "boom," the heavy stone door slammed down, completely sealing off the formation.

Over the next ten days, the spiritual energy at the top of the mirage fluctuated violently.

The terrifying aspect of the Supreme Foundation Establishment Pill lies in the fact that it not only provides a massive amount of spiritual energy to break through bottlenecks, but also transforms into the gentlest yet most domineering power, reshaping the cultivator's meridians and bones inch by inch, and thoroughly cleansing the impurities in their body.

The morning of the tenth day.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two muffled thuds came from the depths of the secret chamber. Immediately afterwards, two powerful Foundation Establishment stage auras soared into the sky like awakened dragons, stirring up a gust of wind in the room.

The stone gate slowly opened.

Zhao Wenyuan and Zhang Biao walked out side by side. At this moment, the two of them had been completely transformed.

His face, which had been somewhat weathered by years of hard work, was now as flawless as white jade, and his eyes shone brightly with every blink.

The spiritual energy fluctuations within their bodies were as steady as mountains, not at all like someone who had just broken through; rather, they seemed like veterans who had been immersed in the early stages of Foundation Establishment for several years!

This is the perfect foundation created by the Supreme Foundation Building Pill!

"Yifei! Miss Su!"

The two men walked up to Zheng Yifei and knelt down with a thud, trembling with emotion. "Your kindness is unforgettable! Our lives are yours from now on, Yifei!"

"stand up!"

Zheng Yifei stepped forward and forcefully pulled the two men up. Feeling the surging power within them, he couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Hahaha! Good! Good! Good! You truly are worthy brothers of my name, Zheng Yifei!"

That night, Zheng Yifei ordered that all visitors be refused entry to the top floor of the mirage and that the highest level of isolation array be activated.

Inside the study, a sumptuous spiritual feast was laid out.

Zheng Yifei, Su Wanqing, Zhao Wenyuan, Zhang Biao, Chen San, and Lin Bao sat together.

Several jars of treasured century-old spirit wine were placed on the table, their aroma filling the air.

This was the first time their core team had truly possessed such formidable strength.

Two Foundation Establishment mid-stage experts, two Foundation Establishment early-stage experts, plus Chen San and Lin Bao, two Foundation Establishment peak elites, and Zhao Ling and Tie Feng, alchemy prodigies far away in the Xuan Tian Sect.

This power, placed within the Qingyun Sect, is already comparable to that of a medium-sized elder family!

Zheng Yifei picked up a full bowl of spirit wine and slowly stood up.

The once noisy table fell silent instantly, and everyone stared fervently at the leader who had changed the fate of them all.

"Brothers."

Zheng Yifei's gaze swept across everyone's faces, his voice low yet carrying a soul-piercing power, "What were we a few years ago?"

I am a tenant farmer at the very bottom of the Black Mountain Market, a collateral descendant of Wen Yuan and Ling'er's small family. Zhang Biao works a dangerous business deep in the mountains, not even knowing if he'll see the sun tomorrow. Chen San, Lin Bao, and Tie Feng are Xu family's henchmen.

"Those high and mighty sects and families treat us like ants, like consumables, like stepping stones on their path to immortality!"

Zheng Yifei suddenly waved his hand, pointing towards the Xuantian Sect outside the window, his eyes burning with the flames of ambition: "Now, Qin Cang, the Grand Elder of the Xuantian Sect, is trying to use the same old tricks again, trying to swallow up all the hard work we've put in and trample us underfoot once more!"

"I'm asking you, do you agree?!"

"No way! I'll fuck those sons of bitches to death!"

Zhang Biao slammed his hand on the table, veins bulging on his forehead.

"We cannot sit idly by and wait to die."

Zhao Wenyuan and the others roared in unison, their voices shaking the roof tiles.

Zheng Yifei nodded in satisfaction, a cold, arrogant smile playing on his lips: "The cultivation world values ​​spiritual roots and birth? Bullshit! I, Zheng Yifei, refuse to believe in such nonsense! They have a thousand years of accumulated knowledge, we have countless spirit stones! They have rare and precious materials, we'll eat top-grade pills like candy!"

He raised his wine bowl high, his voice booming like thunder in everyone's ears:

"Today, Wen Yuan and Zhang Biao have completed their foundation building; this is just the beginning!"

I, Zheng Yifei, hereby make a grand vow: as long as my brothers and I are of one mind, within five years, I will use spirit stones and elixirs to forge a path to the heavens!

"I want everyone here to not only form a Golden Core, but also, in the future, shatter that core to form an Infant, and embark on the path to the Nascent Soul Realm!"

"I will make the heavens of this Southern Wilderness cultivation world revolve according to our rules!"

"I will make all those high-level cultivators who once looked down on us kneel before the gates of the mirage, begging us to give them a bite to eat!"

These words struck everyone's hearts like a thunderbolt.

Golden Core? Nascent Soul?

These realms, which I never dared to even dream of before, now seem so tangible under Zheng Yifei's description.

Su Wanqing looked at the radiant and arrogant man beside her, her eyes filled with infatuation and pride.

This is the man she has her eye on, a ruthless hero who dares to manipulate all cultivators in the world and defy fate!

"Dry!"

"Dry!"

The six wine bowls collided heavily in mid-air, the crisp sound of shattering accompanied by the spilled spiritual wine, as if sounding a clarion call to defy fate to the entire cultivation world.