I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Xuantian Sect, Qingfeng Cliff.

The main hall was deathly silent, save for the strong wind blowing in from above, which made the curtains rustle with a dull, tearing sound.

The First Elder, Qin Cang, sat upright in a large rosewood chair, with two items laid out on the wide table in front of him.

On the left is the latest issue of the "Heavenly Demon Daily," reeking of cheap ink.

The front page headline used extremely glaring blood-red characters: "Shameless! Grand Elder Qin Cang secretly sent assassins to infiltrate Tianmo City to assassinate the Minister of Our Sect's News Department, but the attempt failed and they were captured on the spot!"

Below the text was an extremely realistic portrait. The person in the painting had twisted limbs and a dislocated jaw, lying limp on the ground like a lump of mud. It was Shadow One, the silver-ranked assassin of the Shadow Hall that he had sent out.

On the right is a secret jade slip that has just been sent back from the spies of the Heavenly Demon City.

Qin Cang pressed his withered fingers on the jade slip, his fingertips turning slightly white from the excessive force.

He closed his eyes, and the top-secret information from the jade slip, trembling with emotion, echoed in his mind once more.

"The goal was not to reach the Qi Refining Perfection stage. Shadow Three and Shadow Two were instantly killed by the Golden Core Guardians."

The target personally took action, displaying his late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation. He unleashed a top-grade third-tier Vajra Talisman and, in just a breath, dismembered Ying Yi, who was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, with his bare hands, capturing him alive.

The target possesses extremely profound spiritual power and is ruthless in close combat; he is by no means an ordinary cultivator.

"Bang!"

Qin Cang suddenly opened his eyes and slammed his palm on the table. The hard, ancient sandalwood instantly turned into a pile of fine powder, and the newspaper and jade slip fell to the ground.

Late foundation building!

These four words were like four sharp knives, piercing Qin Cang's nerves.

He knew Zheng Yifei's background all too well.

The dossier sent by the Qingyun Sect clearly stated that a useless person with five spiritual roots had barely managed to reach the Qi Refining Perfection stage thanks to the Qingyun Sect's resource allocation.

How long does it take for someone with five spiritual roots to progress from the Qi Refining Perfection stage to the late Foundation Establishment stage?

Even for the most exceptional geniuses in the Xuantian Sect with a single-attribute heavenly spiritual root, it would still take them more than a decade to complete this journey, even with the sect's abundant elixirs and top-tier spiritual veins.

But this Zheng Yifei, all things considered, has only been away from the Qingyun Sect for a few years.

It seems like it's been more than five years.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible."

Qin Cang stood up and paced back and forth in the main hall, his originally cloudy eyes now gleaming with a terrifying light.

Either Zheng Yifei possesses a heaven-defying treasure that could overturn the norms of the cultivation world.

Or perhaps those three old demons from the Heavenly Demon Sect have gone mad and poured all the sect's top-tier marrow-cleansing spiritual items and rare treasures into a single person with five spiritual roots!

Regardless of the possibility, they all point to a fact that chills Qin Cang to the bone.

This once brilliant merchant, who only knew how to manipulate spirit stones and scheme against people on paper, now not only has the immense power of the Heavenly Demon Sect as his backing, but is also growing at a speed that defies the laws of nature.

"We can't keep them."

Qin Cang stopped in his tracks, his gaze piercing through the main hall, looking towards the direction of the Ten Thousand Mountains to the south.

I didn't take Zheng Yifei seriously before because I thought he was just good at making money because he was clever, and no matter how much trouble he caused, he couldn't escape his grasp.

But now, Qin Cang is feeling a pure existential crisis.

Once this young man, with his almost demonic wisdom and bizarre talent, forms his Golden Core or even enters the Nascent Soul stage, he will surely seek revenge on Qin Cang.

"Someone come here!"

Qin Cang gave a cold shout.

The space outside the hall distorted for a moment, and Zeng Feng strode into the hall, kneeling on one knee: "Master."

"Take the elites of the Enforcement Hall and go to the Qingyun Sect."

Qin Cang's tone was icy, devoid of any compassion befitting a grand elder of a prestigious sect: "Take Zheng Yifei's entire clan, along with his dogs, back to the Xuantian Sect's dungeon."

Zeng Feng suddenly looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Master, the rules of the cultivation world dictate that one should not harm one's family. Our Xuantian Sect is the leader of the righteous path. If we openly arrest the families of low-level rogue cultivators, it will likely cause controversy and make other affiliated sects feel disheartened."

"Rules are made for living people."

Qin Cang sneered: "The Heavenly Demon Sect's newspapers have already torn my face apart, so what's there to worry about in terms of reputation? Just announce to the outside world that the Zheng family colluded with the demonic path and sold out the secrets of the Southern Wilderness Region."

Qin Cang bent down, staring intently at Zeng Feng: "Once you've arrested him, immediately announce it to the world through the Xuantian Sect's channels, ordering Zheng Yifei to return to the Xuantian Sect to confess his crimes. If he doesn't return, I will exterminate his entire clan in front of the entire Southern Wilderness!"

"Your disciple obeys!"

Zeng Feng felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed his master's undisguised killing intent. He immediately stood up to accept the order.

Zhengjia Village, Heishanfang Market.

The midday sun was blocked by thick clouds. The once bustling market streets were now deathly silent.

In the sky, three heavy flying boats bearing the sword seal flags of the Xuantian Sect broke through the air, casting huge shadows over the entire market.

Hundreds of Xuan Tian Sect law enforcement team members, dressed in white robes and with grim faces, leaped off the flying boat like heavenly soldiers descending to earth, instantly surrounding Zhengjia Village.

Zeng Feng, dressed in a brocade Taoist robe, stood on a flying sword, hovering in mid-air.

"Surround it off, don't let a single fly escape!"

Zeng Feng gave the order in a cold voice.

"boom!"

The heavy vermilion gate of the Zheng family's old residence was kicked to pieces by two Foundation Establishment stage disciples.

Amidst flying sawdust, dozens of law enforcement disciples rushed into the courtyard like wolves and tigers.

"What are you doing! This is Qingyun Sect territory!"

"How dare you! Our Zheng family is an upright and honorable family!"

A chorus of exclamations and angry curses erupted in the courtyard.

The old patriarch of the Zheng family, leaning on a cane, walked out of the main hall with the help of several clansmen.

Seeing the Xuan Tian Sect disciples drawing their swords and pointing them at each other throughout the courtyard, the old man's face turned ashen. Suppressing his anger, he cupped his hands and said, "Esteemed esteemed sect masters, what crime has my Zheng family committed that warrants such a large-scale operation by the enforcement team?"

Zeng Feng slowly descended from mid-air, stepping onto the shattered door panel, and glanced contemptuously at the people in the courtyard.

"What crime did you commit?"

Zeng Feng sneered, "Your good grandson Zheng Yifei faked his death to escape, joined the Heavenly Demon Sect, and is now a high-ranking official in the demonic path. Your Zheng family's collusion with demonic cultivators is unforgivable!"

These words struck the Zheng family like a thunderbolt.

Zheng Yifei didn't die? And he even went to the Heavenly Demon Sect?

Old Master Zheng swayed and nearly fell.

Although he was unaware of the details, he knew that the Xuantian Sect acted tyrannically, and once this label was attached to them, the Zheng family was finished.

"Take them all down! Put the Soul-Locking Shackles on them!"

Zeng Feng waved his hand.

The enforcement disciples immediately stepped forward and roughly pinned the Zheng family members, young and old, to the ground, placing cold, spirit-locking shackles around their necks and wrists. Cries and curses echoed throughout the entire Black Mountain Market.

Zeng Feng listened to his disciples' report with his hands behind his back, his brows gradually furrowing.

"Master, all 173 members of the Zheng family are here."

A deacon stepped forward and reported: "However, Zheng Yifei's parents, as well as his younger brother and sister, went to the Qingyun Sect with Zheng Yifei in their early years."

Arresting these collateral relatives ultimately poses a limited threat to Zheng Yifei.

Only by controlling his parents and younger siblings can the God of Wealth be truly forced to submit.

"Xu Zhengkun..."

Zeng Feng snorted coldly, turning his head towards the direction of the main peak of the Qingyun Sect. "You Qingyun Sect, how dare you harbor the families of remnants of the demonic path! Leave ten men to escort these criminals back to the sect. The rest of you, come with me to the Qingyun Sect to demand their release!"