I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Green Snake's eyelids twitched suddenly.

"Late stage of Foundation Establishment?"

She blurted it out, her voice filled with undisguised horror.

Three days, just three days.

Even the most outstanding geniuses of the Heavenly Demon Sect with single spiritual roots could never achieve such a terrifying leap from the mid-stage to the late-stage Foundation Establishment realm, even while immersed in the Marrow Cleansing Pool.

What kind of monster is this kid?

"You two protectors, we've kept you waiting."

Zheng Yifei stretched his neck, his bones cracking like popping beans. The medicinal power of the Earth Spirit Essence was still circulating throughout his body. The explosive power of his body now was astonishing even to himself.

"Congratulations, Minister Zheng, on your great progress in your studies."

Bai Lu quickly composed herself and gave a slight bow.

The demonic path only recognizes strength. Before, Zheng Yifei made money with his brains, and they respected him as a god of wealth; now that he has shown his talent, they respect him as a strong person.

"Let's go, there's no time to waste."

Zheng Yifei strode down the mountain: "The newspapers and logistics are on track; it's time to focus on the super casino."

Half an hour later.

On the west side of Tianmo City, there is a closed training ground.

Ye Tianqiong was extremely efficient; the three hundred carefully selected inner disciples had already lined up.

These people were all at least at the Qi Refining Perfection stage, with most at the Foundation Establishment stage. The men were handsome, the women were alluring, and they were all proficient in mathematics.

Zheng Yifei stood on the reviewing stand and waved his hand.

Three hundred replicated jade slips were precisely distributed to each person.

"From today onwards, you are no longer disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, but trainee dealers and security supervisors of 'Mirage'."

Zheng Yifei braced his hands on the wooden railing, his voice echoing throughout the hall: "There are three courses in the jade slip: 'Fundamentals of Probability,' 'Identification of Cheating Techniques and Anti-Cheating Techniques,' and 'Gambler Psychology.'"

The crowd below probed the jade slip with their divine senses and immediately erupted in uproar.

This content completely overturned their understanding of cultivation.

There were no cultivation techniques or sword manuals, only dense numerical deductions, probability calculations, and instructions on how to use words and expressions to incite others' greed.

"I don't care what kind of killing techniques you used to practice."

Zheng Yifei coldly surveyed the entire room. "Here, you will learn how to empty other people's storage bags without shedding a drop of blood. Of these three hundred people, I will only keep two hundred."

There's an exam every two weeks, and the bottom performers are eliminated. Those who are eliminated go back to where they came from.

Two months later, I will select ten of my top-performing disciples to serve as the core management team of the casino. Among these ten, there will be a general manager, a financial director, an operations director, and a security director.

"Minister Zheng."

A voluptuous female disciple stepped forward, her eyes provocatively asking, "We're supposed to be the elite of the inner sect. Isn't it a waste of our talents to learn these mundane merchant tricks?"

Zheng Yifei looked at her expressionlessly: "What's your name?"

"Red Sleeves".

"Hongxiu, what do you think power is?"

Zheng Yifei countered with a question.

Hongxiu was taken aback: "Naturally, it's cultivation level, magic weapons, and killing techniques."

"wrong."

Zheng Yifei pointed to his head, "Rules are power. Once the super gambling den is built, half of the cultivators under the Heavenly Demon Sect will bring spirit stones and go in."

"On our turf, playing by our rules, the odds always favor the house. You don't need to kill anyone; you just need to deal the cards, and they'll willingly risk their lives for you."

Zheng Yifei paused for a moment, then revealed his trump card: "Those who pass the final assessment and stay will each receive a base salary of one thousand low-grade spirit stones per month, plus a commission of one-thousandth of the gambling table's turnover."

The training ground fell into a deathly silence.

A base salary of 1,000 spirit stones? Plus commission based on turnover?

Even an inner disciple, working themselves to the bone for a month doing sect tasks, can't earn more than three hundred spirit stones.

Hongxiu swallowed hard, immediately retreated to the queue, and shouted loudly, "Don't worry, Minister! I will definitely memorize this jade slip perfectly!"

Zheng Yifei nodded in satisfaction. The money was enough; demonic cultivators were much easier to manage than righteous disciples.

In a secluded inn called "Blackwater" outside the city of Tianmo.

The room was equipped with three layers of soundproofing.

Three men wearing straw hats and gray robes sat around a square table with a portrait on it. The portrait depicted Zheng Yifei.

"It's confirmed; the target has been hiding in the inner city's core area."

The man with a scar on his left cheek had a deep voice and was codenamed Shadow One.

He was a silver-ranked assassin in the Shadow Hall of the Xuantian Sect, with a Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivation level.

The Shadow Hall is a private force established by Elder Qin Cang, specializing in shady dealings. Their mission is to eliminate dissidents and suppress their peers. Assassins are ranked into gold, silver, and bronze, each carrying out different missions.

Bronze-ranked assassins are mainly Qi Refining Perfection cultivators, silver-ranked assassins are all Foundation Establishment cultivators, and gold-ranked assassins are Golden Core cultivators.

The reason why no Golden Core assassins were sent this time is that Golden Core cultivators are few in number and would be easily discovered if they entered the enemy's territory.

"This kid is cautious."

The second shadow on the right sneered, toying with the poisoned dagger in his hand: "The Grand Elder is really making a mountain out of a molehill. He sent the three of us to the Foundation Establishment stage to infiltrate the heart of the Heavenly Demon Sect, just to kill a Qi Refining stage piece of trash."

According to the intelligence network of the Xuantian Sect's higher-ups, Zheng Yifei had always displayed a Qi Refining Perfection cultivation level in the Qingyun Sect.

Despite its groundbreaking tax reforms and newspapers, its own fighting strength was not particularly strong.

"Don't be careless."

Sitting in the main seat, Shadow Three was the most composed: "This is Heavenly Demon City. Once we make a move, we only have ten breaths to retreat. If we exceed ten breaths, the Heavenly Demon Sect's enforcement team will chop us into mincemeat."

"Zheng Yifei has been hiding in the core area of ​​the Heavenly Demon Sect. We can't get in, so how can we kill him?"

Ying frowned.

Shadow Three pulled a piece of parchment from his sleeve and spread it on the table: "This is the defense map of the super gambling den construction site 300 miles outside the city. As the person in charge, Target will definitely visit the construction site frequently."

Shadow Two's eyes lit up: "There are many people and eyes on the construction site, and the formation is not fully closed yet. It is an excellent time to make a move."

"We disguised ourselves as strongmen carrying star iron."

Shadow Three pointed to a red circle on the blueprint. "When the target inspects the main building, he will definitely pass through this corridor. When he gets within ten steps, launch a sudden attack. Do not use magic, as it will cause fluctuations in spiritual energy. Use a poisoned magic weapon to behead him directly."

"Killing a Qi Refining Realm cultivator is a piece of cake, isn't it?"

Yingyi scoffed, "I could crush him with a single finger."

"Don't be too careless, he must have a skilled protector around him."

Shadow Three's eyes were icy cold. "The Grand Elder has given the order: we must see him alive or dead. Kill him, and immediately crush the Thousand Mile Escape Talisman to retreat back to the Ten Thousand Mountains."

The three men bumped fists, and a murderous aura quietly filled the dimly lit room.