I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The moment Zheng Yifei stepped onto the main peak of the Heavenly Demon Sect with Ye Tianqiong, he stopped and looked up at the sky.

There were no mountains of corpses or seas of blood, no throne of white bones, and no lingering eerie atmosphere.

What appeared before him was a white jade fairy mountain, like a fairyland.

On the fairy mountain, waterfalls cascade and springs flow, and exotic flowers and rare herbs vie for attention.

Several brightly colored birds flitted through the clouds, emitting clear, melodious calls.

The rich spiritual energy, so intense it seemed to transform into a rain of spiritual energy, rushed towards you, and a single breath was enough to refresh your mind and body.

"Is this the main peak of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

Zheng Yifei turned his head to look at the night sky.

"What? You think the Demonic Cultivation Headquarters should be a smoky, gloomy, and terrifying place?"

Ye Tianqiong sneered: "Only incompetent evil cultivators live in caves that cannot see the light of day. True powerhouses naturally occupy the best spiritual veins and enjoy the best scenery."

Zheng Yifei wholeheartedly agreed; those words were very true.

The two stepped onto the white jade steps and entered the main hall.

The main hall was spacious and bright, and two figures were playing chess at a rosewood table.

The man on the left wore a moon-white Taoist robe, had white hair and a youthful face, and held a white jade whisk in his hand. He was surrounded by a faint aura of purity, like a celestial being descended from the heavens.

The person on the right was dressed in an elegant palace gown, with her black hair tied up high. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, and her brows exuded a compassionate and holy aura, like a bodhisattva who saves people from suffering.

"Old Ye is back."

The old man in the Taoist robe placed a white piece without raising his head.

"I brought back an interesting little guy."

Ye Tianqiong walked to the table, casually picked up a black piece and threw it into the chess basket: "Stop pretending, let's get down to business."

Zheng Yifei stood there, his eyes twitching.

Ye Tianqiong pointed to the old man in the Taoist robe: "This is 'Blood Hand' Li Hun, the vice sect master of the Heavenly Demon Sect, in charge of punishments and sect affairs."

He then pointed to the beautiful woman in palace attire: "This is the 'Thousand-Faced' Jade Rakshasa, in charge of finances and provisions, the sect's God of Wealth."

Zheng Yifei took a deep breath, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Junior Zheng Yifei greets the two seniors."

Li Hun raised his head, a barely concealed glint of bloodlust flashing in his seemingly kind eyes: "You're the Zheng Yifei who brought up the tax reform and turned the Qingyun Sect upside down? You're only at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, but you've got some nerve."

Yu Luosha put down the chess piece, his gaze falling on Zheng Yifei, his voice so gentle it could melt water: "Old Ye sent a message saying that you brought two hundred million spirit stones and a hundred sets of iron lumps that lay golden eggs."

"We've accepted the spirit stones, but how can this iron lump lay golden eggs? You need to give us an explanation. The Heavenly Demon Sect doesn't support useless people. If you dare to make fun of us..."

She covered her mouth and chuckled softly, and the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped.

Zheng Yifei remained expressionless, strode to the table, took out a sample copy of "Qingyun Immortal News" from his storage bag, and laid it flat on the table.

"Seniors, this is called a newspaper."

Zheng Yifei pointed at the page: "I know that the demonic path reveres martial power, but killing someone means destroying their spirit. Martial power can only destroy the body, but this thing can control people's hearts."

Li Hun glanced at the words on the newspaper and snorted disdainfully: "You think you can control people's hearts by printing a few scraps of paper and writing about the scandals of the Xuantian Sect?"

"These only sell for a few spirit coins each. Even if you sell 100,000 a day, how much profit would you make after deducting costs? Not even enough for me to buy a batch of pills."

"Senior has miscalculated."

Zheng Yifei held up one finger: "The profits of newspapers have never come from selling the newspaper itself, but from 'GG' (a term referring to advertising or promotional material) and 'the power of discourse'."

"GG?"

Jade Raksha became interested.

"The Heavenly Demon Sect has a vast territory and nearly a thousand affiliated sects."

How can a weapon-refining sect let people know that it has released a new flying sword?

It can only be spread by word of mouth. But if we dedicate a page in our newspaper to introducing this flying sword, cultivators throughout the entire Southern Wilderness will see it the next day.

Zheng Yifei placed his hands on the table, his eyes burning: "For this page, it's not too much for me to charge him 50,000 spirit stones, is it?"

Front page headline, starting bid 100,000 spirit stones, that's called the "GG fee."

Li Hun paused slightly, his hand stroking his beard freezing in mid-air.

"This is only the surface."

Zheng Yifei continued, "The Heavenly Demon Sect has always been smeared by the Profound Heaven Sect as a heretical sect. Why? Because the Profound Heaven Sect controls the pen in the Southern Wilderness."

Now that we have newspapers, we can serialize novels, portraying demonic cultivators as heroes who vent their anger and seek revenge, and righteous cultivators as hypocritical and sanctimonious figures.

Over time, the hearts of the lesser-known cultivators will lean towards us.

"More importantly, newspapers need a massive amount of news. We established branches in various places and recruited independent practitioners to provide leads."

This is actually a legitimate and comprehensive intelligence network covering the entire Southern Wilderness! Even if the Xuan Tian Sect mobilizes a single soldier, we can immediately publish it in the newspapers!

The main hall was deathly silent.

Ye Tianqiong leaned against the pillar with a smile on his lips. He had already witnessed this kid's silver tongue before.

Li Hun and Yu Luo Sha exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Using a tattered piece of paper to amass wealth, brainwash, and gather intelligence.

This bloodless tactic completely overturned their centuries-old understanding.

"What a vicious plan."

Li Hun let out a long breath, and his gaze towards Zheng Yifei completely changed: "Your brain is even more useful than my soul-searching technique."

"The Heavenly Demon Sect will take this deal."

Yu Luosha's smile grew even brighter, looking at Zheng Yifei as if he were a moving, top-grade spiritual vein: "What do you need?"

"people."

Zheng Yifei stated decisively: "I need fifty absolutely loyal and quick-witted disciples as the backbone, whom I will personally train in typesetting, editing, and operation. Subsequently, tens of thousands of people will be needed to participate in editing, typesetting, printing, packaging, transportation, and distribution."

Furthermore, in the initial stages of newspaper distribution, the military force of the Heavenly Demon Sect is needed to ensure smooth distribution.

"Granted."

Ye Tianqiong made the decision: "Tomorrow I will select fifty promising talents from the inner sect for you."

Yu Luosha continued, "I have two personal disciples who are at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, Qing She and Bai Lu. From today onwards, they will be your personal protectors. With them around, no one in Tianmo City will dare to touch a hair on your head."

"Thank you, senior."

Zheng Yifei cupped his hands in greeting. He knew perfectly well that the protection was genuine, but so was the surveillance.

But that's the rule of the demonic path: provide resources, look at the results, and control the lifeline.

After finalizing the newspaper business, Ye Tianqiong didn't let Zheng Yifei rest. He immediately picked him up and transformed into a streak of light, flying out of the main hall.

"Let me show you your future money tree."

The beam of light stopped above a huge basin three hundred miles outside the Heavenly Demon City.

Zheng Yifei looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Below is an extremely wide inland lake, five times larger than Yingxian Lake.

The lake water has a deep, dark blue color, and a visible white mist rises from its surface.

"At the bottom of this lake, there is a complete third-grade high-quality spiritual vein, just one step away from the fourth grade."

Night Sky pointed downwards.

What impressed Zheng Yifei even more was the scene by the lake.

Thirty thousand cultivators at the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining stages were riding various magical artifacts, shuttling along the lakeside.

Huge stones were neatly cut by magic; heavy star iron was lifted by strongmen and precisely embedded into the foundation; hundreds of array masters floated in mid-air, waving array flags in their hands, engraving intricate array patterns into the building's framework.

The sounds of roaring engines and shouts mingled together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

A massive building complex covering thousands of acres is already taking shape.

The main building's framework soared into the clouds, three times more magnificent than the mirage of Xuantian Market.

"Six months ago, I mobilized 30,000 outer disciples and cultivators from affiliated sects to work day and night to redesign the site according to your blueprints and the terrain here."

Ye Tianqiong's tone was arrogant: "The Heavenly Demon Sect never drags its feet when it comes to doing things. As long as the benefits are enough, they can do it even if it means moving mountains."

Zheng Yifei sighed inwardly. This was the power of the system.

The Qingyun Sect had to consider all aspects before constructing the mirage, and it took them four years in total.

The higher-ups of the Heavenly Demon Sect made the decision, and immediately deployed 30,000 cultivators.

"At this rate, the main buildings and defensive formations will be completed in another six months, and I want to see it open to the public a year from now."

"That's enough."

Zheng Yifei suppressed the shock in his heart and his brain worked quickly.

Due to the limited space and the size of the Qingyun Sect, many functions of the mirage at Yingxian Lake cannot be fully utilized.

But here, he can unleash his full potential and create a truly super commercial complex.