I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The busy farming season lasted for half a month.

After harvesting the rice, it's time to transplant the seedlings. You have to bend your back at a 90-degree angle and repeatedly insert and pull the seedlings in the mud and water. By the end of the day, your back aches so much that it feels like it's going to break.

When he got home that evening, Zheng Yifei didn't even bother to eat more than a few bites of food before going into his room to cultivate.

As soon as the Spirit Gathering Array Plate was activated, spiritual mist filled the air. He sat cross-legged in front of the array plate, holding a spirit stone in his hand, and simultaneously circulated the Five Elements Technique through his five meridians.

I can only cultivate for three hours a day, and I can only consume about eight spirit stones. Any more than that and I'll run out.

After half a month, his spirit stones were almost gone.

Zheng Yifei sat on the edge of the bed, took out the last twelve spirit stones from his inner bag, and weighed them in his palm.

Twelve pieces.

Keep ten dollars as principal, and use the remaining two dollars tonight.

Without hesitation, he refined the two spirit stones that very night, and the sea of ​​qi in his dantian expanded even further.

The next morning, after sending his younger siblings to school, Zheng Yifei, as usual, went around to his rented room in the east alley.

Close the door and bolt it.

Take out the mask and clothes from the hidden compartment.

Today, he was wearing a round-faced mask that made him look like he was in his thirties and had a slightly honest appearance. He was dressed in a gray-blue robe and had a hemp rope tied around his waist. He looked like a small merchant who was always on the go and didn't have much money.

He glanced at the water tank and nodded in satisfaction.

Go out.

On the second floor of Zhao's gambling den, there weren't many people; only seven or eight people were gathered around the gambling table where people guessed big or small.

Zheng Yifei squeezed in, stood on the side, and quietly placed five bets.

He won three rounds and lost two, earning twenty-six spirit stones. He got up and left.

On the second floor of the Wang Family Gambling House, the same rhythm played out: twenty-eight spirit stones.

On the second floor of Liu's gambling den, there are twenty-four spirit stones.

After visiting three gambling dens, I had seventy-eight low-grade spirit stones in my pocket.

Zheng Yifei didn't go back to his rented room. Instead, he turned into a quiet alley and leaned against the wall to count the spirit stones.

Seventy-eight pieces.

It's almost half less than before.

But this was a decision he made after careful consideration.

Previously, I would win more than a hundred spirit stones every time I went to the gambling den. Although I changed masks and gambling dens, I couldn't help but leave traces after doing it so many times.

Dealers have better memories than ordinary people. They may not remember your face, but they will remember the "frequency of winning money".

A stranger wins fifty spirit stones in half an hour; the dealer will silently make a mental note of it.

The next time this face appears, the dealer's attention will linger for a few more breaths.

Therefore, the profit per transaction must be reduced.

Each gambling den only wins about twenty spirit stones, which is insignificant and the dealers don't care at all.

However, the frequency of shots can be increased.

Previously, I could only enter the gambling den once every seven days, but now it has been changed to once every four days.

Zheng Yifei put the spirit stone into his pocket and turned to walk back to the rented room.

Back in his rented room, he didn't rush to practice. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and took out a piece of paper and a piece of charcoal pencil from his pocket.

The paper was the oil paper used for packaging when buying things from Wanbaolou, and the charcoal pencils were made by himself.

He drew three circles on the paper and labeled them "Zhao", "Wang", and "Liu" respectively.

Then write the number under each circle.

Zhao Family Gambling House: First bet, won 26 yuan.

Wang Family Gambling House: First bet, won 28 yuan.

Liu's Gambling House: First bet, won 24 yuan.

Four days later, they made another move, and the numbers continued to be recorded.

This is a rule he set for himself.

The time, place, and profit of each transaction, as well as the expressions of the dealer, croupier, and enforcers in the gambling den, were all recorded. The records were reviewed regularly to find patterns and weaknesses.

The gambling king of Blue Star did not survive by luck, but by data and self-discipline.

The same goes for the gambling kings of the cultivation world.

He folded the paper, stuffed it into the deepest part of the hidden compartment under the bed board, and covered it with bricks.

Then take out the Spirit Gathering Array Plate, place it in the center of the ground, and embed four spirit stones into the array eye.

"Buzz".

A spiritual mist rises.

Zheng Yifei sat down cross-legged, holding a spirit stone in one hand and closing his eyes.

The Five Elements Technique was activated, and spiritual energy surged into the five meridians like a tide.

Days passed by like this.

Every four days, Zheng Yifei would go to the gambling den on time.

Masks are changed, clothes are worn in rotation, positions are adjusted, and betting rhythms are varied.

Each time, he won more than twenty spirit stones from three gambling dens, totaling seventy or eighty stones, no more and no less.

The dealers didn't give him a second glance from beginning to end.

The gamblers wouldn't notice either; there were too many independent cultivators coming and going on the second floor. Who would remember a random passerby who won twenty-odd spirit stones and left?

Three months have passed.

The barrier to the fourth level of Qi Refining is right in front of me.

It was late at night.

Inside the rented room, the white light from the spirit-gathering array plate illuminated the room as if it were daytime.

Zheng Yifei sat cross-legged in front of the array plate, the last two spirit stones in his palm had turned into powder.

Deep within his dantian, his qi sea had reached its limit, and a barrier loomed before him, like an invisible wall, blocking his path.

He took out a barrier-breaking pill from his pocket.

swallow.

The medicinal power entered the abdomen and rushed straight to the dantian, where a warm force precisely struck the barrier.

The barrier trembled violently, but did not break.

Zheng Yifei remained calm and activated all five of his meridians simultaneously.

Golden Pulse!

Wood pulse!

Water pulse!

Fire pulse!

Earth Pulse!

Five streams of spiritual energy simultaneously slammed into the barrier, which finally gave way and emitted a muffled thud.

"Buzz—"

Broken.

The spiritual power within his body increased more than fivefold.

The five meridians hummed simultaneously, their walls burning hot from the abundant spiritual energy. The five elements of spiritual power converged, rotated, and merged in the dantian, forming a palm-sized vortex of spiritual power.

Fourth level of Qi Refining.

Zheng Yifei opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

The turbid air condensed in the air and did not dissipate. It took a full five breaths to completely dissipate, which was three breaths longer than when I broke through to the third level of Qi Refining.

He stood up and clenched his fist.

The sense of power is completely different now.

The spiritual power at the third level of Qi Refining is as thick as a finger, while at the fourth level it becomes as thick as a wrist.

When throwing a punch, spiritual energy is poured into the fist, combined with the power-generating techniques of Taizu Long Fist, and a single punch can create a crater the size of a washbasin in a mud wall.

He is now confident that he can directly confront an ordinary cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Zheng Yifei walked to the water vat and looked down at the reflection.

The face reflected on the water was still that of a sixteen-year-old boy, but his eyes were much more composed than they had been three months ago.

He took out a concealing talisman from his pocket and stuck it on the inside of his left chest.

A cool sensation spread throughout his body, and the cultivation fluctuations of the fourth level of Qi Refining were suppressed back to the level of the first level of Qi Refining.

It was still dark outside the window, and a few roosters crowed in the distance.

Zheng Yifei pushed open the door, walked into the courtyard, stood in the center of the courtyard, and slowly raised his hands.

Taizu Changquan, starting stance.

Lunge and punch.

"hiss--"

The fist shattered the air, and the explosion reverberated in the silent courtyard, more than twice as loud as before.

The fallen leaves in the yard were whipped up by the force of the punch, flying more than five meters away, and hitting the yard wall with a "thud".

Zheng Yifei withdrew his fist, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Fourth level of Qi Refining.

There are three more levels to go before reaching the seventh level of Qi Refining.

There are still one year and three months until the Qingyun Sect.

It should be enough time

He turned and went back into the room, took out the oiled paper recording the number of times he had made a move from a hidden compartment under the bed, and glanced at it.

In two months, he made fifteen trades, earning a total of 1,190 spirit stones.

No dealer in any casino paid any attention to him.

No gambler remembered his face.

perfect.

Zheng Yifei folded the paper and put it away, then lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

But his mind was racing with calculations.

To progress from the fourth to the fifth level of Qi Refining, based on the previous rate of consumption, at least four thousand low-grade spirit stones would be needed.

Four thousand yuan.

In Black Mountain Market, a market primarily used by Qi Refining families where spirit coins are the main currency, four thousand spirit stones are not a small sum. The disappearance of four thousand spirit stones in three months would inevitably attract the attention of the three families.

We can't take advantage of this place anymore; we need to find another spot.

The young woman selling goods once said that there was a Su Family Market three days' journey to the south.

There are also some in the north, such as Tiefeng City and Chenjiafang Market.

The markets of the two Foundation Establishment families are much larger than those of Black Mountain Market, and they must also have gambling dens.

Zheng Yifei opened his eyes and stared at the thatched roof.

It's time to go out and see the world.