I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Xuantian Sect, behind the main peak, Qingfeng Cliff.

The First Elder, Qin Cang, sat cross-legged on a protruding blue boulder, his spiritual energy flowing around him, faintly condensing into a majestic illusory image of a Dharma body behind him.

Suddenly, the void ahead distorted.

"Buzz—"

A blinding beam of blood-red light tore through space, carrying an extremely violent aura of spatial laws, and crashed straight into Qin Cang.

Qin Cang suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and grabbed, the blood light shattered in his palm, turning into a jade talisman covered with cracks.

The Ten Thousand Mile Sky-Piercing Talisman.

The highest level of communication method used by the Xuantian Sect's Listening Wind Tower.

Qin Cang frowned and probed the jade talisman with his divine sense.

In just three breaths.

The air pressure on Qingfeng Cliff suddenly dropped to freezing. The illusory image of Qin Cang behind him trembled violently, and an overwhelming pressure from the Nascent Soul stage erupted.

"Snap!"

The blue boulder beneath Qin Cang cracked inch by inch, and the surrounding sea of ​​clouds was instantly torn apart by the violent air currents, revealing the bottomless abyss below.

"Zheng! Yi! Fei!"

Qin Cang squeezed out these three words through gritted teeth. His voice wasn't loud, but it shook the cliff face, causing rocks to tumble down.

He raised his right hand, his fingers forming a sword shape, and drew a talisman in the air. With a flick of his finger, the talisman transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the main hall of the peak.

After half a cup of tea.

A dark figure braved the raging winds of Qingfeng Cliff and sped towards them. The newcomer was none other than Zeng Feng, the head of the Enforcement Hall.

"Elder."

Zeng Feng knelt on one knee, his expression respectful. He keenly sensed the lingering murderous intent in the air, and even his breathing became cautious.

Qin Cang didn't say anything, and simply threw the jade talisman, which was on the verge of shattering, at Zeng Feng's feet.

See for yourself.

Zeng Feng picked up the jade talisman and probed it with his divine sense.

His pupils contracted instantly, his expression shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to utter disbelief.

"The Xiaoyao Palace has opened... earning tens of millions of spirit stones a day?"

Zeng Feng abruptly raised his head, his voice trembling, "How is this possible! That little beast is merely a Foundation Establishment cultivator. How could those ruthless demonic cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Sect allow him to sit in such a high position?"

"The facts speak for themselves."

Qin Cang stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the rolling sea of ​​clouds, his voice as cold as ice: "What does the Heavenly Demon Sect lack? Resources. Zheng Yifei's Xiaoyao Palace makes tens of millions a day. In ten days, that's a hundred million."

With these spirit stones, the Heavenly Demon Sect can freely purchase high-grade pills and magic weapons, and support countless high-level cultivators.

Qin Cang turned around and stared intently at Zeng Feng: "In less than ten years, the overall strength of the Heavenly Demon Sect will double. At that time, what will the Xuantian Sect use to suppress them?"

Are we going to use human lives to fill the gap?

Zeng Feng broke out in a cold sweat. He knew very well that the reason why the Xuantian Sect could remain the leader of the righteous path in the Southern Wilderness was because of its absolute monopoly on resources.

Once the Heavenly Demon Sect surpasses the Demon Sect in financial resources, the balance between the righteous and the demonic will collapse instantly.

"Elder, the Free and Unfettered Palace must be destroyed immediately! Kill Zheng Yifei, and I will personally lead a team to infiltrate Heavenly Demon City and take that brat's head!"

Zeng Feng has already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and is full of confidence.

"madness."

Qin Cang coldly rebuked, "Tianmo City is Ye Tianqiong's lair, and Xiaoyao Palace is now the lifeblood of Tianmo Sect. If you, a Nascent Soul cultivator, dare to run wild in Tianmo City, Ye Tianqiong will definitely take action to extract your soul and refine your spirit. At that time, the two sects will go to war."

Zeng Feng gritted his teeth: "What should we do then? Just let that kid grow up?"

"Kill them, of course we must kill them, but we can't fight them head-on."

Qin Cang's eyes were sinister as he slowly paced back and forth: "Zheng Yifei is a smart man, but he has a fatal weakness: he is sentimental."

Zeng Feng was taken aback.

Qin Cang sneered: "Where are those hundred-plus members of the Zheng family now?"

"At the front line of Blood Soul Valley, in the logistics camp of the Qingyun Sect, Zeng Ming kept a close eye on things. Su Chenyuan didn't dare to give them any special treatment; they were all doing hard labor."

"If hard labor isn't enough, send an order to Zeng Ming to have the entire Qingyun Sect launch a desperate attack on the Blood Fiend Camp's position of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

Qin Cang's tone was chillingly vicious: "Tell Zeng Ming that the Zheng family's hundred-plus people must be at the very front of the charge. The Heavenly Demon Sect's position is filled with killing formations and demonic fire. If these low-level cultivators rush in, they will be instantly blasted into mincemeat."

Zeng Feng's eyes lit up, and he instantly understood Qin Cang's intention.

"Elder, you are brilliant! Since Zheng Yifei holds a high position in the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Blood Fiend Camp is his colleague. The Heavenly Demon Sect's army personally slaughtered the entire Zheng family. Even if Zheng Yifei knows that we forced him to do this, this blood debt will definitely create an irreparable rift between him and the Heavenly Demon Sect!"

"As long as he harbors resentment towards the Heavenly Demon Sect, internal strife will inevitably erupt within the sect, but that's not enough. Sowing discord is only the first step; only the dead can truly silence us."

Qin Cang looked at Zeng Feng: "Last time, the Foundation Establishment assassins we sent to kill Zheng Yifei were killed by Zheng Yifei. This time, we'll use Golden Core cultivators. Zheng Yifei must die."

In addition, arrange for a deacon at the late Golden Core stage to go to Blood Soul Valley to assist Zeng Ming in suppressing Su Chenyuan.

Zeng Feng's expression turned serious. His younger brother, Zeng Ming, was only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm. He usually relied on the background of the Xuan Tian Sect to boss Su Chenyuan around, and Su Chenyuan had repeatedly tolerated him for the sake of the overall situation.

However, if the Qingyun Sect is truly forced to their deaths, or even the Zheng family is pushed to the brink of destruction, Zeng Ming would be absolutely unable to maintain order if Su Chenyuan, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, were to turn against them, and his life would be in danger.

Zeng Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute: "The Enforcement Hall's deacon 'Blood Butcher' has been stuck at the late Golden Core stage for ten years. His methods are extremely cruel, and his combat strength is approaching the peak of the Golden Core stage. I will immediately send him to Blood Soul Valley."

"Let him take over command of the supervisory team."

Qin Cang issued his final orders: "First, keep a close eye on Su Chenyuan and force the Qingyun Sect to carry out the cannon fodder plan. Anyone who dares to disobey will be killed on the spot."

Second, Blood Butcher will lead the team to cross the Blood Soul River, infiltrate the Heavenly Demon Sect's territory, find Zheng Yifei, and assassinate him, bringing back his head.

"Yes, sir!"

Zeng Feng kowtowed heavily, then rose and transformed into a black shadow, disappearing into Qingfeng Cliff.

Qin Cang sat down cross-legged again, looking at the shattered stones on the ground, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

"Zheng Yifei, even if you escape to the devil's lair, you can't escape my grasp. I'll make you watch with your own eyes how everything you cherish will vanish before your very eyes."

Xuantian Sect, the underground palace of the Law Enforcement Hall.

The cold, damp stone chamber was filled with a strong smell of blood.

A gaunt old man, draped in a dark red robe, sat cross-legged in the center of a pool of blood. His body was surging with blood and qi, almost tangible.

"Blood Slaughter".

Zeng Feng strode into the stone chamber.

The old man opened his eyes; they were bloodshot and had no pupils. "Master."

Zeng Feng threw a jade slip engraved with top-secret instructions at Blood Butcher.

"Set off immediately to the front line of Blood Soul Valley, take over the command team, suppress Su Chenyuan, the fifth elder of Qingyun Sect, force the entire Qingyun Sect army to charge into battle, and the Zheng family must die at the hands of the Demon Sect."

Zeng Feng spoke very quickly: "In addition, find an opportunity to cross the border and assassinate Zheng Yifei. Bring back his head, and I'll guarantee you entry into the sect's spiritual pool for seclusion to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

Blood Butcher grabbed the jade slip, his scarlet eyes flashing with bloodlust.

"Rest assured, Master. My blade is already itching for a strike. If Su Chenyuan dares to stop me, I will kill him too."

Before he finished speaking, Blood Butcher transformed into a thick cloud of blood mist and rushed out of the underground palace, speeding towards Blood Soul Valley.

Zeng Feng stood still, took out a specially made communication talisman, and with spiritual energy flowing from his fingertips, quickly inscribed a secret message. Then, he flicked his finger into the air. The communication talisman transformed into a streak of fire and disappeared into the sky.

Late at night, Blood Soul Valley, Cloud Cliff Mine.

Xuantian Sect's supervisory team camp.

Zeng Ming was leaning against a large couch covered with monster hides, while two beautiful female cultivators massaged his legs from either side.

Inside the large tent, high-grade calming incense burned, a stark contrast to the pungent smell of blood from the front lines.

"Buzz".

A beam of fire pierced through the array of the large tent and hovered in front of Zeng Ming.

Zeng Ming waved his hand, and the two female cultivators immediately bowed their heads and retreated. He reached out and grasped the flame, and Zeng Feng's voice rang in his mind.

Upon hearing the message, Zeng Ming sat up abruptly, a look of astonishment flashing across his face before turning into uncontrollable elation and ferocity.

"Zheng Yifei isn't dead? And he's become a high-ranking member of the Demonic Sect?"

Zeng Ming crushed the communication talisman in his hand, a cruel smile spreading across his face: "No wonder that old bastard Su Chenyuan has been hiding in hiding for the past two years; he's been putting on a show with the Demonic Sect! Very well, very well indeed!"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the tent, trembling with excitement.

"Big Brother sent Blood Butcher to keep watch, that old bastard is doomed! Tomorrow at noon, the whole army will charge. Those hundred-odd useless members of the Zheng family will finally be put to good use."

Zeng Ming strode out of the tent and shouted sternly at the two Foundation Establishment stage subordinates guarding the door: "Pass on my order! Immediately assemble the supervisory team and come with me to the Qingyun Sect's camp! Tonight, bring out all those beasts from the Zheng family and lock them in black iron chains! Tomorrow at noon, I want to personally watch them be blasted to smithereens by the Demonic Sect's magic!"

"yes!"

The camp of the supervisory team was immediately brightly lit with torches, and filled with a murderous aura.