I run a casino in the immortal realm.

There is an abandoned dye house behind Liushu Hutong.

The dyehouse floor was covered in dark brown stains, and several dye vats lay upside down against the wall. Beneath the innermost dye vat was a tunnel that could only accommodate one person at a time.

Tie Feng stood by the entrance, glancing at the communication jade slip in his hand from time to time.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, three long and two short knocking sounds came from the ground.

Tie Feng stepped on the mechanism.

The dye vat was moved away silently.

A woman wearing a black cloak emerged from the tunnel. She removed her hood, revealing her ordinary face after being disguised.

"Brother Tiefeng."

"Miss Zhao, we've finally gotten you out of here."

Tie Feng closed the entrance without asking any questions, and led Zhao Ling through the back door of the dye house into a narrow underground passage.

This passageway connects to Liushu Hutong.

When the two arrived at Jubaoge, there were already several groups of Xuantian Sect disciples on the streets outside, temporary checkpoints were set up at various intersections, and Law Enforcement Hall cultivators were patrolling back and forth in the sky above the market.

Inside the secret room, Zheng Yifei was examining a market map.

Zhao Ling pushed the door open and came in.

"Brother Yifei".

Zheng Yifei looked up at her.

"Are you injured?"

"no."

Zhao Ling took out the blue and white jade bottles and placed them on the table.

"I obtained both the Golden Core Pill and the Barrier Breaking Pill. As soon as I left the mountain gate, the Xuantian Sect rang the Mountain Sealing Bell, and the Enforcement Hall ordered the arrest of disciples from the Qingyun Sect. Even my identity token was marked with a tracking mark."

Zheng Yifei opened the jade bottle, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the pills, and then pushed it back in front of her.

"Keep it safe."

Zhao Ling did not reach out immediately.

"The Enforcement Hall has already sealed off the market. They know that Xu Zhenghai and I left the sect ahead of schedule, so they will definitely search every house. This place is too close to the Xuantian Sect. Could the Jubaoge Pavilion have already been exposed?"

"Won't."

Tie Feng closed the door to the secret room, took out two grayish-white jade tablets from his bosom, and placed them on the table.

Zhao Ling picked up one of them.

The front of the jade plaque is engraved with the seal of Xuantian Market, while the back contains the name, place of origin, and the shop to which the owner belongs.

Bai Xiaoshuang, early stage of Foundation Establishment, 26 years old, protector of Jubaoge.

The other inscription reads: Zhou Dashan, early stage of Foundation Establishment, 33 years old, head cook of Jubaoge.

Zhao Ling looked it over several times, then looked up and asked, "Really?"

"More real than real gold."

Tie Feng grinned.

"I registered these two identities at the market management office half a year ago. I have the identity register, spiritual energy mark, and entry record. I also pay a residence tax of three spirit stones to Jubaoge every month. I have several such identity cards."

Zhao Ling was somewhat surprised: "You knew this day would come six months ago?"

"I don't have that ability."

Tie Feng pulled over a chair and sat down.

"Young Master Zheng had already instructed that once the business grows, several sets of identities should be prepared in advance. Tens of thousands of people come and go in the market every day, so no one will care if there are two more low-level cultivators."

Zheng Yifei picked up the "Zhou Dashan" identity plaque and infused it with a wisp of spiritual power.

The jade tablet emitted a dim white light, consistent with the spiritual energy fluctuations of someone in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

"The Enforcement Hall not only checks identity tags, but also verifies appearance and spiritual aura."

"There are things to change into in the backyard."

Tie Feng pointed to the outside of the secret room.

Zheng Yifei put away his identity card.

"Let's begin."

In the backyard storage room, there were clothes, dyes, and several bottles of ointment to change skin color.

Zheng Yifei took off his gray robe and put on a short jacket stained with oil. He tightened his shoulders and back and activated the Bone-Changing Technique. His shoulder blades and spine made a series of soft cracking sounds, his figure shortened by half an inch, and his waist and back became more hunched.

He then applied the ointment to his cheeks and palms, and his skin quickly became rough and yellow. A short beard appeared around his chin, and a few lines appeared at the corners of his eyes.

A moment later, the person in the mirror was a middle-aged man in his early thirties.

Zhao Ling changed into a blue cloth dress, loosened her waist, and removed her original hair bun.

She took some dye and turned her black hair gray-white, leaving only a little black at the roots. Then she took a voice-changing pill, and when she spoke, her voice was a little hoarse.

"Boss, are you still taking things off the shelves?"

Tie Feng stared at her for a few moments.

"It looks like it, but the eyes are too bright; it doesn't look like someone who serves others."

Zhao Ling lowered her eyes, hunched her shoulders slightly, and placed her hands folded in front of her.

"How about this?"

"Yes, that's the taste."

Tie Feng nodded: "I've been suffering in the shop for ten years, and I only get twenty spirit stones a month."

Zheng Yifei looked at him.

"Does Jubao Pavilion pay its protectors such low wages?"

"If the identity is fake, how can the wages be real?"

Tie Feng spoke with conviction.

Zhao Ling almost couldn't help but laugh.

"This is an official matter for the Enforcement Hall!"

"Everyone stay where you are and show your identification tags!"

Tie Feng's smile vanished, and he reached out and pushed Zhao Ling to the shelf.

"They're here."

More than a dozen Xuantian Sect disciples stood outside the Jubao Pavilion.

The leader wore a black-trimmed robe and had an enforcement warrant hanging from his waist; his cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

There were other teams on both sides of the street. After searching each shop, they would put a verification tag on the door.

Tie Feng came out from behind the counter, bowing and smiling apologetically.

"Gentlemen, you have worked hard. May I ask what wrong our shop has done?"

The Golden Core Deacon glanced at him.

"Search for traitors from the Qingyun Sect. You dare disobey orders?"

"How dare I? How dare I?"

Tie Feng immediately stepped aside.

"Everyone in Jubaoge will follow your instructions, sir."

Several disciples from the Enforcement Hall dispersed, kicking open the doors to the storeroom and backyard. Two others, carrying spirit-detecting mirrors, inspected the layers of the array room by room.

The Golden Core Deacon extended his hand.

"register."

Tie Feng retrieved the shop's business brochure and presented it with both hands.

The deacon flipped through a few pages, his gaze first landing on Zhao Ling.

"Bai Xiaoshuang?"

Zhao Ling bowed her head and stepped forward, handing over her identity token.

The steward pressed the jade tablet onto the array pattern on the document.

The two beams of light slowly merged.

"look up."

Zhao Ling raised her face.

He had gray hair, dark skin, and a faint scar at the corner of his eye.

The deacon scanned her entire body with his divine sense.

Zhao Ling's internal energy concealment technique was already in operation. The spiritual power of the late Foundation Establishment stage sank into her dantian, only revealing the early Foundation Establishment stage.

"Why is your hair white?"

"Your Excellency, I suffered from fire poisoning after my furnace exploded while I was refining elixirs in my younger days."

Zhao Ling rolled up her sleeves.

There were several dark red marks on my arm that had been applied in advance.

The deacon glanced at it and then tossed the identity token back to her.

"Zhou Dashan".

A response came from the kitchen.

"They're here."

Zheng Yifei walked out of the backyard carrying a kitchen knife, his clothes reeking of cooking oil. When he saw the steward, he seemed startled, quickly put the knife down, and wiped his hands on his apron.

The deacon took his identification token.

Their spiritual powers are in harmony.

Their places of origin match.

There are no problems with the entry records.

When Qin Cang scanned the area with his divine sense, Zheng Yifei's internal energy and blood flowed smoothly, leaving only the spiritual power of someone in the early Foundation Establishment stage. His concealment technique came from the Heavenly Demon Sect's secret vault; unless Qin Cang himself was present, even a Nascent Soul cultivator would find it difficult to detect anything amiss.

The Golden Core Deacon frowned.

"How could a Foundation Establishment cultivator be content to work as a cook here?"

Zheng Yifei bent over and replied, "There's fighting and killing outside the market, nothing beats the stability of the kitchen. The employer provides food and lodging, and even gives fifty spirit stones every month."

Tie Feng's face darkened.

"When did I give you fifty dollars?"

"Boss, you said last month that you wanted to raise wages."

"I said I'll think about it!"

The Golden Core steward glanced at the two of them, found nothing wrong, and threw the identity tokens back.

At this moment, a disciple of the law enforcement came out from the backyard.

"Sir, a batch of unregistered Tier 3 spiritual materials has been discovered in the storeroom."

Tie Feng knew what was going on, so he quickly stepped forward.

"They were all received today, and we haven't had time to complete the paperwork yet."

"Without documentation, it's stolen goods."

The Golden Core Steward closed the register.

"According to the rules of the market, all goods were confiscated, and the person was taken back to the enforcement hall for questioning."

Tie Feng sighed.

It's time to come.

Their real intention was to capture the remnants of the Qingyun Sect, but their real intention was also to take the opportunity to make some money. If these people go back empty-handed, they probably won't be able to sleep soundly at night.

He took out a low-level storage bag from his sleeve and, under the guise of taking back the document, slipped it into the deacon's hand.

"It was the shop's oversight. We would appreciate it if you could help us obtain a replacement registration form."

The deacon weighed the storage bag in his hand and scanned it with his divine sense.

One thousand low-grade spirit stones.

His expression softened.

"You do know the rules."

"It's all thanks to the guidance of adults."

The butler tucked the storage bag into his sleeve and patted Tie Feng on the shoulder.

"The remnants of the Qingyun Sect are extremely vicious. We have been keeping a close watch on their gates lately. If we spot any unfamiliar faces, we will immediately report them to the Enforcement Hall."

"Definitely, definitely."

The Golden Core steward turned and walked out.

The disciple who discovered the spiritual material caught up and asked in a low voice, "Steward, there are still two rooms in the backyard that haven't been searched."

"The identity, the aura, and the documents all match, what's the point of searching?"

The deacon glanced at him.

"Next one."

More than a dozen disciples from the Enforcement Hall left the Treasure Pavilion, affixed inspection talismans to the door, and turned to the shops across the street.

Tie Feng stood at the door and saw them out of the alley before closing the shop door.

Zhao Ling let out a breath.