I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei's gaze lingered on the map for a long time before finally settling on the territory of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Breakthroughs are not permitted within the territory of the Xuantian Sect.

Not only Xuantian Market, but also tens of thousands of miles around are under the control of Xuantian Sect.

Once Zhao Ling triggers the Core Formation phenomenon, she will be discovered very quickly. Even if she finds a secluded place, there is no guarantee that no one will pass by for several months.

The demonic beasts are only a secondary threat; the real danger lies with the Xuan Tian Sect's Enforcement Hall.

"Go to the Heavenly Demon Sect."

Zheng Yifei put away the map.

Tie Feng looked up: "Now?"

"The sooner the better."

Zheng Yifei took out a black communication jade slip from his storage ring.

This jade slip was given to him by Ye Tianqiong. It can only be used for one-way communication and contains a wisp of Ye Tianqiong's divine consciousness imprint.

He briefly explained the current situation, without mentioning how much wealth the Qingyun Sect had brought, only saying that Zhao Ling needed a safe place to break through to the Golden Core stage, and that he himself was preparing to return to Tianmo City.

Less than half an incense stick's time after the news spread, the jade slip lit up.

"Are you still in Xuantian Market?"

Ye Tianqiong's voice carried a hint of surprise.

"exist."

"You have some nerve. Qin Cang just destroyed the Qingyun Sect, and the Enforcement Hall is out there looking for you. You still dare to stay under the nose of the Xuantian Sect."

"Sect Master, could you come and pick us up?"

"Can."

Ye Tianqiong answered decisively, then changed the subject: "However, I cannot go directly to Xuantian Market. Those old fogies from Xuantian Sect have been keeping a close eye on me lately. If I appear near their mountain gate, Qin Cang and the other Nascent Soul cultivators will definitely notice."

"Travel five thousand li to the southeast. There is a precipice outside Feiliu Town. I will be waiting for you there at midnight two days from now."

"it is good."

Zheng Yifei cut off the communication and took out another jade slip to contact Su Wanqing.

Where are you now?

After a moment, Su Wanqing's voice came: "He's still in the abandoned mine. Grandpa's injuries haven't worsened. Zhang Biao went out to scout twice, and the search outside has loosened considerably."

"Set off immediately for Feiliu Town. Meet at the cliff east of Feiliu Town at midnight two days from now."

"What are we going there for?"

"Night Sky will come to meet us."

Su Wanqing was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand."

After arranging the meeting place, Zheng Yifei looked at Tie Feng.

"You may remain at Jubaoge."

Tie Feng frowned: "Young Master Zheng, I'll go with you. Jubao Pavilion is just a shop; it's no big deal if we lose it."

"We can't all leave."

Zheng Yifei shook his head: "We just passed the search by the Enforcement Hall. If Jubaoge suddenly closes down, it will only arouse suspicion. You can stay here and continue doing business as usual, and you can also gather information about Xuantian Sect for us. We will come back after we break through to the Golden Core stage."

"Chen San and Lin Bao are coming with me. We'll tell everyone they're taking Zhao Ling and me to another place to buy spiritual materials. It's normal for them not to come back for ten days or half a month."

Tie Feng wanted to say more, but Zheng Yifei had already taken out a storage ring and placed it on the table.

"There are five million spirit stones in here. If the Enforcement Hall searches the premises, just give them the money. Don't get into a conflict with them over this small amount of money."

"Also, carry the shop's important spiritual materials and account books with you at all times. If things go wrong, immediately abandon the Treasure Pavilion and evacuate through the underground passage."

Tie Feng took the storage ring and nodded emphatically: "I understand. As long as Jubaoge is still here, we will have eyes and ears here in Xuantian Market."

The next morning, Tie Feng took Chen San to the general affairs hall of the market to report that he was going out to purchase spiritual materials.

Jubaoge's registered businesses already included elixirs and materials from demon beasts.

Chen San took out a pre-prepared purchase list, which listed more than a dozen third-tier spiritual herbs and a batch of demon beast inner cores, with no problems found in the paperwork.

The steward of the general affairs hall checked the ID card and asked a few more questions.

Where should we buy them?

"I heard that a batch of water-attribute demon cores have recently been sold in Feiliu Town and several nearby markets for independent cultivators. Our master wants us to go and take a look."

"How many people?"

"Four: two for purchasing and two for escorting."

The deacon stamped the document: "Return within fifteen days. If you exceed the deadline, your identity card will be temporarily frozen. You will need to re-register upon your return."

"Thank you, sir."

After receiving the travel documents to leave the city, Zheng Yifei and his three companions did not set off immediately, but waited until the afternoon to leave Jubaoge.

Zhao Ling continued to use the identity of Bai Xiaoshuang, Zheng Yifei was Zhou Dashan, and Chen San and Lin Bao both had official identities as guards of Jubaoge, so they did not need to disguise themselves.

The four people were traveling on an ordinary commercial airship, which was decorated with the flag of Jubaoge. The cabin contained more than a dozen empty wooden crates, making it look no different from a typical merchant caravan going out to purchase goods.

Disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall are still stationed at the city gate.

The gatekeeper monk took the documents, checked the identity tags of the four people one by one, and then boarded the flying boat to inspect the cabin.

"Recently, remnants of the Qingyun Sect have been fleeing in all directions. If you encounter any suspicious persons on the road, immediately report them to the Enforcement Hall."

"Yes."

With a forced smile, Chen San handed over a small bag containing two hundred spirit stones.

The gatekeeper cultivator weighed his options for a moment, then waved his hand to signal the activation of the city gate formation.

The flying boat slowly sailed out of Xuantian Market.

Zheng Yifei stood in the cabin, not looking back. Only after the flying boat had left the market town by a hundred miles did Chen San gradually increase the speed and fly southeast.

To avoid being traced along their route, they did not head directly to Feiliu Town, but changed direction three times along the way.

On the evening of the first day, the flying boat lingered outside a market for scattered cultivators for half an hour. Chen San bought a batch of low-grade spiritual herbs and bargained with two stall owners, deliberately leaving traces of Jubao Pavilion coming to collect goods.

After leaving the market, Lin Bao steered the flying boat into a mountain range.

For the rest of the journey, the four did not approach any towns. They rested in the mountains during the day and continued their journey after nightfall. Occasionally, they would encounter patrol boats from the Xuantian Sect, in which case Chen San would lower his altitude in advance and use the terrain to avoid them.

Two days later, at dusk, Feiliu Town came into view.

This is a small town built beside a river valley, with a permanent population of less than 20,000. There is a waterfall outside the town that falls from the cliff, hence the name Feiliu Town.

Zheng Yifei did not allow the airship to enter the town.

The four landed 300 miles away from Feiliu Town, stored the flying boat in their storage bags, then affixed concealment talismans and walked to the agreed-upon cliff.

When we arrived at the cliff, it was still more than an hour before midnight.

Zheng Yifei checked the surroundings and found no trace of other cultivators. The group found a sheltered stone cave at the foot of the cliff and waited quietly.

Half an hour later, Lin Bao suddenly gripped the hilt of his knife.

Faint footsteps could be heard outside the cave.

"It's us."

Zhang Biao's voice came from outside.

Zheng Yifei walked out of the stone cave and saw three figures emerge from the forest. Su Wanqing was supporting Su Chenyuan, and Zhang Biao was walking in front, his clothes covered in mud.

In just a few days, Su Chenyuan seemed to have aged considerably. His face was still pale, and his breathing was somewhat disordered.

Su Wanqing's eyes were bloodshot, and she had more than a dozen ordinary-looking storage bags hanging from her waist.

The two met, but neither spoke for a moment.

Chen San and Lin Bao quickly stepped forward to help Su Chenyuan up.

"Fifth Elder."

Su Chenyuan nodded: "It's good that you're alive."

His gaze fell on Zheng Yifei, and his lips moved slightly.

"The sect leader..."

"I already know."

Zheng Yifei said.

Su Chenyuan lowered his head, his hands trembling slightly. Even now, he still couldn't accept the fact that Xu Zhengkun and the elders were dead.

"This is not the place to talk."

Zheng Yifei glanced at the sky: "Let's wait for Ye Tianqiong to arrive and leave the Xuantian Sect's territory first."

Su Wanqing nodded and helped Su Chenyuan into the stone cave.

Just as midnight arrived, a deep dragon's roar suddenly echoed from the distant clouds.

Zheng Yifei looked up.

A black dragon, nearly a hundred feet long, pierced through the clouds and rapidly approached the precipice.

The dragon was covered in black mist, and its aura was suppressed to an extremely low level by the formation. It was not until it came within ten miles that people noticed its presence.

Ye Tianqiong stood atop the dragon's head.

The dragon stopped outside the cliff, its massive body hovering in mid-air.

Ye Tianqiong released his divine sense and scanned the crowd behind Zheng Yifei, pausing slightly when he saw Su Chenyuan.

"The Fifth Elder of the Qingyun Sect, Su Chenyuan?"

Su Chenyuan cupped his hands in greeting: "Greetings, Sect Master Ye."

"Come on up. This place is still within the patrol area of ​​the Xuantian Sect, so we can't stay here any longer."

The group flew onto the back of the demonic dragon.

Ye Tianqiong raised his hand and cast a spell, and a black light curtain immediately enveloped everyone.

The dragon changed direction and disappeared into the clouds.

Its speed far surpasses that of ordinary flying boats, covering thousands of miles in an hour. By the time dawn broke, the group had already left the control area of ​​the Xuan Tian Sect and entered the territory of the Tian Mo Sect.

Su Chenyuan glanced back at what was behind him, remained silent for a long time, and finally slowly withdrew his gaze.

The dragon arrived at the Heavenly Demon City that afternoon.

The cultivators in the city saw the demonic dragon in the night sky and all gave way. The demonic dragon did not stop at the city gate, but crossed the outer city and landed on the square in front of the Xiaoyao Palace.

Zheng Yifei led everyone down from the dragon's back.

Upon receiving the message, Zhao Wenyuan was already waiting at the edge of the square.

Upon seeing Zhao Ling in the crowd, he was taken aback at first, then quickly ran over.

"Little sister!"

"elder brother!"

Zhao Ling rushed forward and hugged Zhao Wenyuan tightly. She had remained calm since escaping from the Xuantian Sect, but now, seeing her loved ones, she couldn't hold back her tears.

Zhao Wenyuan patted her back: "It's alright, we'll be safe once we reach Tianmo City."

Zhao Ling wiped away her tears and looked him over carefully a few more times.

"Why have you gained weight?"

Zhao Wenyuan's smile froze instantly: "Really?"

"I've gained weight since then."

"The food at Xiaoyao Palace is good."

Zhao Wenyuan coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject: "Since this is your first time in Tianmo City, I'll take you out for a look around. It's much more lively here than Qingyun Market."

Zhao Ling's eyes lit up slightly: "Really?"

"Of course, I'll take you to eat first, and then we'll go to dinner later..."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Zheng Yifei's voice came from behind.