I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The enormous black dragon disappeared into the clouds.

Ye Tianqiong stood on the dragon's head and glanced down at Zheng Yifei below.

"I'm waiting for your message at the Heavenly Demon Sect."

Ye Tianqiong uttered a single sentence, then the demonic dragon swung its tail and disappeared into the night.

Zheng Yifei looked away.

We are still a hundred miles away from Qingyun Market. Ahead lies the territory of the Xuantian Sect. Flying any further would risk triggering the warning array patterns of the sect's protective formation.

He turned around and looked at the Golden Core cultivator behind him.

"Change clothes, split into four groups, break up into smaller groups, and enter the market," Zheng Yifei ordered.

Wang Changsheng was the first to step forward. He tore off his blue robe, put on a slightly worn gray cloth jacket, and then took out a human skin mask and stuck it on his face.

"Senior Brother Yifei, my Wang family has a general store on West Street in Qingyun Market. Hu Lie is purging the sects, and he's eyeing big fat meats like the Xu and Su families. He doesn't even look at a small family like our Wang family that doesn't even have a Golden Core stage. It's safe there."

Wang Changsheng lowered his voice.

"You lead the first group to get to the plate first, and leave a secret signal."

Zheng Yifei nodded.

Two hours later.

The backyard of Wang's Grocery Store on West Street of Qingyunfang Market.

Zheng Yifei and the others were all gathered inside, and no one made a sound.

Wang Changsheng came in from outside and closed the door behind him.

"It's been investigated."

Wang Changsheng walked up to Zheng Yifei and spoke very quickly: "After the Hu family took over the Qingyun Sect, in order to continue the Hu family bloodline, that grandson Hu Pengfei enclosed a large piece of land on the back mountain of the main peak and built a place called 'Paradise Garden'. Every day, he sent law enforcement teams to capture female cultivators with good aptitude outside and send them in."

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Su Wanqing's eyes.

"Does he usually leave the sect?"

Zheng Yifei asked.

"No doubt, this grandson is very afraid of his life. He knows that someone outside wants to kill him, so he never leaves the sect's protective formation. He also has two Golden Core stewards by his side, protecting him closely for twelve hours a day."

Wang Changsheng spat.

Hiding inside a turtle shell is indeed a difficult situation.

Su Wanqing gripped the sword hilt and took a step forward.

"I'm going to Paradise."

She looked at Zheng Yifei, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

There was a moment of silence in the cellar.

"I'll put myself in their shoes and wait for them to capture me. Once I get to the main peak and get close to him, I can kill him with a single sword strike."

"no."

Zheng Yifei refused outright.

Why?

"There are two Nascent Soul cultivators guarding the main peak. As soon as you draw your sword, the fluctuations of your spiritual energy will be instantly locked onto by the Nascent Soul cultivators. Even if you kill them, you won't be able to get out yourself."

"I have a top-grade Golden Core for marrow cleansing. My cultivation at the early stage of Golden Core can be perfectly concealed in the Foundation Establishment stage. I can also use the Thousand Illusions Technique to change my appearance, so they can't find out my background."

Su Wanqing did not back down.

"That won't do either, that's suicide."

The two stared at each other, neither willing to yield. Su Wanqing's eyes were filled with unyielding hatred; the blood debt of hundreds of thousands of her clansmen weighed on her, and she couldn't wait any longer.

Wang Changsheng coughed lightly, breaking the deadlock.

"Senior Brother Yifei, Senior Sister Su, I have a way."

He took a black wooden plaque from his storage bag and placed it on the wooden box in the middle.

"Although the Wang family is a small family, they have taken on the task of procuring spirit rice for the miscellaneous peaks of the Qingyun Sect. Every month on the fifteenth, the Wang family sends four workers up the mountain with storage bags full of spirit rice."

Wang Changsheng pointed to the wooden plaque: "The storage bag needs to be checked by the array, but the person doesn't. The disciples guarding the mountain gate only recognize the waist tag, not the person. We can take advantage of this opportunity to sneak two people in."

Zheng Yifei picked up the wooden plaque, which was engraved with the cloud pattern of the Qingyun Sect and the mark of the Wang family.

"Today is the thirteenth."

Su Wanqing quickly calculated the time: "Tomorrow I will go to the outskirts of the market and let the law enforcement team arrest me and bring me into the Paradise Garden. On the 15th, you will lead people to deliver spirit rice to the main peak."

She placed her hands on the wooden crate and leaned forward: "At noon on the 15th, I will find an opportunity to subdue Hu Pengfei, but not kill him. I will take him hostage, and you will launch an attack from both inside and outside the Zayi Peak."

Zheng Yifei frowned.

This plan is bold and crazy.

"There are too many variables if you're alone in the Paradise Garden. What if you're exposed prematurely, or what if someone close to Hu Pengfei makes a move beforehand..."

"There's no 'what if'."

Su Wanqing interrupted him: "No matter how many Qingyun Sect disciples we kill on the outskirts, Hu Lie won't feel any pain. The only one he truly cares about is Hu Pengfei, his only remaining heir. As long as we capture Hu Pengfei, Hu Lie will be hesitant to act rashly. This is the fastest way to break the deadlock."

Zheng Yifei looked at Su Wanqing's determined eyes.

He knew he couldn't persuade her; he had experienced Su Wanqing's resolute nature firsthand back in Blood Soul Valley.

"Okay, but remember, you absolutely cannot kill him directly. Hold him captive and lure Hu Lie out."

Su Wanqing nodded.

Zheng Yifei turned to look at Li Jianfeng.

"Sword's Edge".

"exist."

Li Jianfeng stepped forward, sword in hand.

"You take the rest of the men and stay on the outskirts of the market."

Zheng Yifei drew a circle in the air with his finger, representing the outer territory of the Qingyun Sect: "Your only task is to muddy the waters."

Li Jianfeng's eyes lit up.

"At noon on the 15th, you will begin your operation. Intercept and kill all Qingyun Sect disciples who are going out, especially the Hu family members and the deacons sent by Xuantian Sect. Kill them one by one, and wipe out all their strongholds in the market."

"Make a huge commotion and draw out all the main forces of the Enforcement Hall."

Li Jianfeng grinned coldly, revealing a set of white teeth: "After eight months of holding back, my sword is thirsty. Don't worry, senior brother, I guarantee I'll make them feel like the sky has fallen."

Zheng Yifei's gaze swept over the crowd.

"You are bait. Xu Tianyang is a Nascent Soul cultivator. He must be unwilling to accept the destruction of the Qingyun Sect and will definitely be hiding in the shadows looking for an opportunity. The more you make a fuss, the more restless the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Xuantian Sect on the main peak will become."

"As long as the Nascent Soul cultivator descends the mountain to suppress you, Xu Tianyang will inevitably intervene to restrain you."

"Nan Ying against Nan Ying, and leave the rest of Hu Lie to me and Wan Qing."

Zheng Yifei tapped the wooden box.

"At 3:45 noon on the 15th, take action precisely on time. Disperse."

The atmosphere instantly tensed up, and the nineteen Golden Core cultivators received their orders and each checked their magical artifacts and talismans.

The next morning.

Qingyunfang East Street.

A group of Qingyun Sect law enforcement disciples dressed in black eagle-banner uniforms were rampaging through the streets. The leader was a member of a collateral branch of the Hu family who was in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

"Hurry up! The young master ordered that we must gather ten more cauldrons and send them to the Paradise Garden today!"

The leading disciple brandished his whip, driving away the wandering cultivators along the roadside.

At the street corner.

Su Wanqing changed into a coarse linen dress and smeared some dirt on her face to cover her stunning beauty, but you could still see the basic features of her face. She suppressed her cultivation level to the seventh level of Qi Refining.

She lowered her head, carrying a tattered bamboo basket, and walked quickly into the alley.

"stop!"

The lead disciple, with his sharp eyes, caught a glimpse of Su Wanqing's profile.

Two law enforcement disciples rushed forward quickly, blocking Su Wanqing's path from the left and right.

"Raise your head."

The lead disciple stepped forward and used his whip to lift Su Wanqing's chin.

Upon seeing that face clearly, a lewd glint flashed in the eyes of the leading disciple.

"Seventh level of Qi Refining, water elemental root, top-grade! Take it! Young Master will definitely like it."

Su Wanqing feigned a terrified expression and struggled violently.

"What are you doing! Let me go!"

"Snapped!"

The leader of the disciples slapped Su Wanqing across the face, leaving a red mark.

"Behave yourself! Being able to serve the young master in the Blissful Garden is a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes!"

Two disciples grabbed Su Wanqing and forcibly put her onto the black flying boat beside them.

On the flying boat, there were already seven or eight female cultivators with equally desperate expressions imprisoned.

Su Wanqing was pushed into the cabin. She huddled in a corner, her lowered eyes swirling with murderous intent.

Hu Pengfei.

Wash your neck clean and wait.

Early morning of the 15th.

Wang Changsheng, along with Zheng Yifei, Chen San, and Lin Bao, changed into the clothes of the shop assistants at the Wang family's general store. Each of the four carried a storage bag and headed towards the Qingyun Sect's mountain gate.

Before the mountain gate, the array of light flickered.

A dozen or so disciples guarding the mountain leaned lazily against the stone pillars.

"Stop right there, what are you doing?"

A disciple stepped forward to question him.

Wang Changsheng, all smiles, handed over the wooden plaque and casually slipped over a cloth bag containing dozens of low-grade spirit stones.

"Senior brother, you've worked hard. The Wang family is sending this month's spirit rice to the Miscellaneous Service Peak."

The disciple guarding the mountain tossed the cloth bag, checked the markings on the wooden plaque, and waved his hand.

"Go inside. Don't wander around, and get out of here as soon as you've unloaded the goods."

"Yes, yes, we understand the rules."

The four successfully passed through the array's light barrier and entered the territory of the Qingyun Sect.

At the same time, on the outskirts of Qingyun Market, in Luoxia Valley.

A patrol boat of the Qingyun Sect, bearing a black eagle flag, was flying slowly in the air. On board were twenty Foundation Establishment stage law enforcement disciples who had just finished collecting offerings from a market for rogue cultivators.

"Whoosh!"

Without warning, an incomparably sharp sword aura shot into the sky from the forest below.

The sword energy stretched for tens of feet, carrying an overwhelming momentum, and directly split the flying boat in two.

"boom!"

The airship exploded, flames shooting into the sky.

Twenty law enforcement disciples screamed as they fell from mid-air.

Before they even landed, more than a dozen figures leaped out of the forest, their auras of early-stage Golden Core cultivators erupting instantly.

"kill!"

No nonsense, no interrogation.

The longsword pierced through the chest of a Hu family disciple.

The massacre unfolded across the outskirts of the Qingyun Sect.