I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Chapter 24 Tribulation Cultivator

The caravan had just dragged the three-headed monster's corpse to the roadside and hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath when Chief Escort Zhou's expression suddenly changed.

"Everyone on high alert!"

As soon as he finished speaking, rustling sounds came from the dense forest on both sides of the official road.

It's not a monster.

are people.

Twenty-seven or twenty-eight figures emerged from the woods and surrounded the caravan.

The leader was bald, with a scar running diagonally from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his mouth. He unabashedly exuded the aura of a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator, and carried a thick-backed machete in his hand, the blade still stained with blood that hadn't completely dried.

Tribulation cultivator.

Zheng Yifei stood in the middle of the group, his eyes quickly scanning the crowd.

There were twenty-seven or twenty-eight of them. The lowest cultivation level was Qi Refining Level 5, with most at Level 6 or 7. There were also three at Level 8 standing behind the bald man, clearly small leaders.

These were not ordinary lone wolves; they were an organized gang that robbed and plundered cultivators.

"Zhou Laohei, long time no see."

The bald man grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth: "This shipment is pretty good, three cartloads of spiritual materials, worth at least two thousand spirit stones, right?"

Zhou, the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), had a face as black as the bottom of a pot, his hand on the hilt of his sword: "Tyrannosaurus, have you eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard? You dare to rob a shipment from Zhenwei镖局 (Zhenwei Escort Agency)?"

"A security escort agency?"

Tyrannosaurus Rex laughed loudly, and the bandits behind him joined in the commotion: "We're robbing the goods from the escort agency, so what? If you, Zhou Laohei, know what's good for you, leave the goods behind and you can go. If you don't—"

He slammed the machete into the ground, the tip of which went three inches deep into the soil.

"Then leave them all."

Without another word, Chief Escort Zhou drew his sword.

"Form ranks!"

The eight bodyguards instantly changed formation, with four protecting the three trucks and the other four joining Chief Bodyguard Zhou to meet the robbers.

The rogue cultivators accompanying the caravan panicked. The older brother grabbed his younger brother and tried to hide behind the truck, while the middle-aged woman carrying a heavy sword was nimble; she drew her sword and charged forward.

Tyrannosaurus Rex waved his hand: "Go!"

Twenty-seven or eight cultivators rushed forward.

The light of the magic exploded on the official road.

Fireballs, wind blades, water arrows, and earth spikes—colorful bursts of spiritual energy intertwined in the air, their roars sending birds and beasts scattering in all directions.

A Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator rushed in front of Zheng Yifei, infusing his iron rod with spiritual power, and smashed it down on his head.

Zheng Yifei raised his right hand, and the Vajra Talisman on his chest was instantly activated.

A pale golden spiritual energy shield appeared on his body. The iron rod struck the shield, producing a crisp "clang". The cultivator's tiger's mouth trembled, and he took half a step back.

It's just this half step.

Zheng Yifei lunged forward, grabbing Jie Xiu's wrist with his left hand and slamming his right elbow into Jie Xiu's jaw.

"Click."

The sound of the jawbone shattering was clearly audible.

Jie Xiu screamed in agony as the iron rod slipped from his hand, and he fell backward.

Zheng Yifei didn't stop. He stepped on Jie Xiu's chest, channeling spiritual energy into the sole of his foot. With a "crack," Jie Xiu's sternum collapsed, and he twitched twice before going still.

Take a breath.

From the moment the cultivator made his move to his death, it was only a breath.

A Qi Refining Level 5 cultivator standing nearby was dumbfounded and stood frozen in place.

Zheng Yifei turned around and swept a whip kick towards Jie Xiu's knee.

"Click."

His knees snapped in the opposite direction, and Jie Xiu screamed as he collapsed to his knees.

Zheng Yifei then punched Jie Xiu in the temple, and Jie Xiu's head lolled to the side, and he fell silent.

Two breaths.

Two kalpas, two breaths.

The surrounding cultivators finally reacted, and three of them, all at the sixth level of Qi Refining, pounced on Zheng Yifei at the same time.

One swung his sword, another unleashed a gust of wind, and yet another launched a sneak attack from the side.

Zheng Yifei did not take the hit head-on; instead, he pushed off with his foot and retreated three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The wind blade grazed past his nose and struck the tree trunk behind him, tearing a gash in the bark.

Three cultivators caught up with them.

Zheng Yifei drew a golden sword talisman from his waist, infused it with spiritual power, and the talisman instantly burst into flames.

A crimson sword aura shot out from the talisman, moving so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The cultivator at the very front didn't even have time to dodge; the sword energy pierced through his chest and exploded a bloody hole the size of a bowl in his back.

Jie Xiu glanced down at the hole in his chest, then stiffly fell forward.

The remaining two cultivators were so frightened that they stopped in their tracks.

Zheng Yifei gave them no time to react, lunging forward, grabbing one of the cultivators by the throat with his left hand and catching the blade of another cultivator's blade with his right.

The shield of the Vajra Talisman was still intact, and sparks flew as the blade struck it.

Zheng Yifei twisted his wrist, the blade slipped from his hand, and with a backhand stab, he plunged the blade into the abdomen of the calamity cultivator. Then he pulled it out and, with a swift horizontal slash, cut open the throat of another calamity cultivator.

The two bodies fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

Five.

In less than ten breaths, the five cultivators perished.

The fighting on the official road came to a brief halt.

Everyone saw this.

The镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) saw it, the劫修 (robbers/thieves) saw it, and the rogue cultivators accompanying the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) also saw it.

A lowly cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining killed five cultivators at the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining through close combat.

This is not reasonable.

That's completely unreasonable.

Battles in the cultivation world rely on spells, magical artifacts, and talismans, as well as the strength of spiritual power and the level of cultivation.

Close-quarters combat? That's how mortals fight.

But Zheng Yifei used this "mortal fighting" method to turn the five cultivators into corpses.

Scarface's expression changed.

He stared at Zheng Yifei, a hint of apprehension flashing in his triangular eyes.

"Second level of Qi Refining?"

He didn't believe it.

He had seen concealment talismans before; some cultivators liked to hide their cultivation and pretend to be weak while actually being strong.

"Third brother, go give him a try!"

A Qi Refining Stage 7 cultivator stepped out from the crowd, carrying an iron hammer with a head the size of a washbasin, which glowed with a bluish-black light when infused with spiritual energy.

"Boy, prepare to die!"

As Jie Xiu slammed his hammer down, spiritual energy condensed into a tangible form on the hammerhead, causing the air to hum.

Zheng Yifei did not back down.

He stepped forward with his right foot, twisted his waist, and punched his right fist upwards.

There were no fancy spiritual energy fluctuations on his fist, only pure spiritual energy infused at the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Taizu Long Fist, Sky-Piercing Cannon.

"boom!"

The fist and the hammer collided in mid-air.

An explosion rang out, and the iron hammer in Jie Xiu's hand cracked open with a "crack," forcing him to take three steps back.

Zheng Yifei remained completely still.

Jie Xiu looked down at the cracked iron hammer in his hand, then looked up at Zheng Yifei, his expression changing from shock to fear.

"Qi Refining Level 4... no, your power—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zheng Yifei had already closed in on him.

With his left hand gripping Jie Xiu's wrist, he delivered a powerful elbow strike to Jie Xiu's ribs.

"Click-clack".

With three ribs broken in succession, Jie Xiu screamed in agony as the iron hammer slipped from his hand.

Zheng Yifei seized the iron hammer and swung it backhand, smashing it onto Jie Xiu's head.

Brain matter splattered.

Six.

The surrounding cultivators were completely panicked.

A minor leader at the seventh level of Qi Refining couldn't even withstand three breaths from this young man.

"Attack him together! Kill him!"

With a roar, the Tyrannosaurus Rex charged at Zheng Yifei with seven or eight cultivators.

Fireballs, wind blades, water arrows—all sorts of spells rained down from the sky.

Zheng Yifei pulled out the second Vajra Talisman from his chest and activated it.

The new shield is superimposed on the old shield, providing double-layered defense.

The spell struck the shield, causing it to tremble violently, but it did not shatter.

Zheng Yifei rushed into the crowd.

Left hand grips throat, right hand breaks bone; elbow strikes, knee strikes, whip kicks, throws—every move is precise, ruthless, and leaves no room for error.

In his past life, the King of Gambling on Blue Star was not only a gambler, but also a killer.

Casino underground boxing rings, gang shootouts, mercenary training camps—what kind of scenes hasn't he seen?

The cultivators in the cultivation world rely on their spiritual power to protect them, and their close combat skills are as crude as those of a three-year-old child.

In Zheng Yifei's eyes, these people were just a bunch of rookies who held guns but didn't know how to aim.

A Qi Refining Level 6 cultivator swung his sword at Zheng Yifei's neck.

Zheng Yifei dodged to the side, grabbed Jie Xiu's wrist with his left hand, grabbed Jie Xiu's shoulder with his right hand, and twisted his waist.

Over-the-shoulder throw.

Jie Xiu was slammed to the ground, his head hitting a rock, and he immediately lost consciousness.

Zheng Yifei drew the short knife from the waist of the robber cultivator, stabbed it into the abdomen of another robber cultivator, pulled it out, and then stabbed it into the chest of a third robber cultivator.

Blood splattered.

Seven.

Eight.

nine.

ten.

Eleven.

Twelve.

In less than a quarter of an hour, twelve Tribulation cultivators fell at Zheng Yifei's feet.

The official road was deathly silent.

Tyrannosaurus Rex's face turned completely white.

Of the twenty-seven or twenty-eight men he brought, only fifteen remain, twelve of whom were taken down by the young man in front of him alone.

The situation isn't much better for Chief Escort Zhou, but at least they're holding on.