I run a casino in the immortal realm.

After Zhao Wenyuan and Zhang Biao broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage, the core team structure of Mirage was fully formed.

Zheng Yifei took the lead in coordinating and controlling the overall strategy.

Su Wanqing was in charge of the finances and could calculate the flow of every spirit stone clearly.

Zhao Wenyuan took over the overall operation of Mirage, becoming the de facto manager.

Zhang Biao commands the security and law enforcement team, which has 500 members under his command.

Chen San and Lin Bao acted as shadows, working as liaisons with Tie Feng of Xuantian Market to secretly collect and transport spiritual materials and elixirs, ensuring the team's cultivation resources remained uninterrupted.

This enormous money-making machine is operating at full capacity.

Zhao Wenyuan's first day back at work.

He changed into a dark gold manager's robe and stood on the circular corridor on the third floor, looking down at the noisy hall below.

After breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, his perception underwent a qualitative leap. The originally noisy environment became clearly defined under his deliberately concentrated divine sense.

He quickly identified three gamblers behaving strangely.

Beside the roulette table in the southeast corner of the hall, a cultivator in a green robe appeared to be watching the excitement, but in reality, under the cover of his wide sleeves, he was holding a recording stone in his hand, recording the odds array on the gambling table and the dealer's operating techniques from all angles.

At the bar, a man in gray ordered the cheapest spiritual tea and sat there for two hours.

His gaze wasn't on the dance floor, but on the passageway where the maids and croupiers changed shifts. He held a jade slip in his hand, constantly recording the frequency and route of the shift changes.

The most eye-catching figure was a pale-faced scholar at the entrance to the VIP area.

He was pulling a rabbit-eared maid along, seemingly flirting, but in reality, every sentence he uttered was about the organizational structure of the mirage, and he even tried to use a few low-grade spirit stones to extract the distribution of the top-level formation.

Zhao Wenyuan calmly withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the top-floor study.

"Yifei, a rat has gotten into the yard."

Zhao Wenyuan pushed open the door and got straight to the point.

Zheng Yifei was checking last month's net profit with Su Wanqing when he heard this. He put down his vermilion pen and stood up: "Let's go to the monitoring room."

The three of them walked through a hidden corridor and entered a sealed stone chamber.

This is the central point of the mirage.

The "Floating Light Projection Array" personally set up by Elder Wan Tianxiang converges here.

Zheng Yifei cast a spell, and dozens of clear water mirrors lit up in the center of the stone chamber, displaying every corner of the mirage from every angle.

Zhao Wenyuan pointed to the three people in the water mirror: "These three guys came together. They are all at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. They are recording the layout, recording the odds, and extracting the personnel structure. Obviously, someone is envious of our business and wants to find out the details so that they can replicate a mirage when they go back."

Zhang Biao happened to push the door open and came in. Upon hearing this, the veins on his neck instantly bulged.

"Damn it! Daring to steal our techniques on our turf?"

Zhang Biao drew his heavy sword from his waist: "Boss, I'll take the enforcement team right now to arrest these three bastards, drag them out, and cripple their cultivation!"

"stop."

Zheng Yifei didn't turn his head, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

Zhang Biao paused, looking at Zheng Yifei with a puzzled expression.

Use your brain.

Zheng Yifei turned around and pointed at the bustling gamblers in the water mirror: "Mirage Casino opens its doors to do business and welcomes customers from all over the world. As long as people don't cheat or cause trouble in the casino, what right do you have to arrest them? Just because they're looking around and asking questions?"

"If you arrest them today, rumors will spread tomorrow that Mirage Inn is a rip-off, a place that treats its customers like dirt. The reputation we've worked so hard to build will collapse instantly. Then, who would dare bring spirit stones to our place?"

Zhang Biao scratched his head and sheathed his heavy sword: "So what do we do? Just watch them see right through us?"

"See through them? With their abilities?"

Su Wanqing sneered from the side, crossing her arms: "The core of a mirage is the flow of funds, probability control, and a huge management and service system. They can only learn the basics by looking at a few array diagrams and schedules."

"Wanqing is right, but we can't let them see it for nothing."

Zheng Yifei's lips curled into a sly smile: "Since they like to pry into the inside story and gamble so much, let's teach them a lesson using our rules."

Zheng Yifei turned to Zhao Wenyuan and said, "Wenyuan, that pale-faced scholar who likes to strike up conversations is yours. Activate the 'pig butchering scam' plan and have Hongxiu accompany him."

The other two data recorders led them to the high-level gambling game on the second floor, where "Ghost Hand" personally received them.

Zhao Wenyuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately accepted the order and withdrew.

That evening, at the entrance to the VIP area.

The pale-faced scholar was pestering the rabbit-eared maid with all sorts of questions when suddenly, an extremely alluring fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

"Young master, Xiaomei is new here and doesn't know any better. If she has been negligent, Hongxiu apologizes to you."

The pale-faced scholar turned his head, his eyes widening instantly.

Standing before him was a fox-spirit half-demon dressed in a fiery red brocade robe with slits.

Her figure was alluring, and her eyes seemed capable of stealing one's soul with their every glance. A fluffy red fox tail was faintly visible beneath her skirt.

This is Hongxiu, the top-tier public relations agent secretly cultivated by Mirage.

"Young master, you are a man of exceptional talent and profound cultivation. It would be beneath your status to stand in this main hall. Why don't we go to the VIP room, where Hongxiu will keep you company for a few drinks?"

Hongxiu's voice was soft and sweet, and she leaned closer to him, intentionally or unintentionally.

The pale-faced scholar had never seen anything like this before, and his bones instantly turned to jelly.

He was there to gather information, and being able to get in touch with such a high-ranking maid was exactly what he wanted.

"Alright! Lead the way!"

Once inside the top-tier suite costing 10,000 low-grade spirit stones per night, Hongxiu fully unleashed her skills.

They showered him with emotional value, calling him "senior" and "prodigy" at every turn, making the pale-faced scholar feel completely overwhelmed.

"Young master, this 'Drunken Immortal Brew' costs 30,000 spirit stones per pot. Hongxiu usually doesn't even have the right to smell it. Today, she's only getting a taste because of you."

To impress the beautiful woman and to extract information, the pale-faced scholar gritted his teeth and paid the bill with spirit stones.

After a few rounds of drinks, the pale-faced scholar began to subtly probe the operating model of the mirage.

Hongxiu, feigning drunkenness, mysteriously produced a jade slip: "Young master, this contains our head manager's secret schedule and the distribution of the array nodes in the spirit stone warehouse. Please don't tell anyone I gave it to you..."

The pale-faced scholar was overjoyed and immediately used his divine sense to make a copy.

He had no idea that this so-called secret document was an "information cocoon" personally written by Zheng Yifei.

It is full of self-contradictory logic and impossible array loops. If anyone tries to build a casino based on this, not only will it fail, but it will also cause a spiritual energy conflict that will directly cause the furnace to explode.

For the next three days, the pale-faced scholar was completely immersed in the gentle embrace of the beautiful woman.

He enjoyed a variety of high-priced spirit wines, magical artifact blind boxes, and spiritual dishes made from top-grade monster meat.

On the morning of the fourth day, when he was about to pay the bill, he found that his storage bag was empty, and even his second-grade high-quality flying sword had been pawned to the mirage.

He was pale, but when he touched the "top secret intelligence" in his pocket, he felt that it was all worth it.

Bringing the intelligence back to the sect will be a great achievement!

Meanwhile, on the second floor, a high-level gambling game takes place.

The other two monks who were in charge of recording also sat down at the gambling table to avoid attracting attention, since it would be too obvious if you were just hanging around the gambling den all day without actually gambling.

Across the gambling table sat an old man with a withered face and large, bony knuckles; he was none other than "Ghost Hand," the chief dark lamp master of Mirage.

At first, the two had excellent luck. Ghost Hand deliberately let them win, allowing them to win a full 30,000 low-grade spirit stones in half an hour.

The two men, their eyes bloodshot, completely forgot about their intelligence-gathering mission, believing they had found a loophole in the mirage and were ready to make a fortune.

But starting from the second hour, the wind direction changed.

Casino probability theory, combined with the cunning psychological tactics of the "ghost hand," began to demonstrate a terrifying ability to reap huge profits.

The two started losing. First, they lost the 30,000 spirit stones they had won, and then they started losing their initial investment.

"Impossible! Again! I'm betting big!"

The green-robed cultivator, his eyes bloodshot, pushed a pile of spirit stones to the center of the table.

The cards are revealed; the score is low.

"This is weird! I'm betting on this Tier 3 Heart-Protecting Mirror!"

The gray-clad man ripped off a magical artifact from his chest: "Fifty thousand spirit stones!"

The cards were revealed, and they still lost.

A day and a night later.

The two Foundation Establishment cultivators slumped in their chairs, their eyes lifeless.

Their storage bags were emptier than their faces; their magical treasures, talismans, and even their flying devices had all been lost at the gambling table.

Outside the gate.

The pale-faced scholar met up with his two companions. The three of them looked at each other's disheveled appearance, and a gust of wind blew by, making them all feel cold.

They came in full of vigor, but left with nothing but their underwear.

"The intelligence... the intelligence is in hand."

The pale-faced scholar patted his chest, forcing a smile, and said, "Hurry back and report!"

The three of them had lost even their magical artifacts for flying on swords, so they had to rely on their own two legs to slink out of the territory of Yingxian Lake.