I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The main peak of the back mountain of the Heavenly Demon Sect, which was originally precipitous, has had its top flattened by half under the erosion of the forty-nine-day lightning tribulation and the tide of spiritual energy, exposing the obsidian deposit with a metallic luster.

Ouyang Tian's sect master's dojo is located right next to the core of the spiritual vein.

There are no magnificent palaces outside, only a simple stone chamber carved deep inside the mountain.

The stone wall was covered with sword marks and finger strikes of varying depths. The air was filled with a chilling aura that had never been seen before, as well as a faint but powerful pressure of laws.

Two somewhat worn-out cushions, an old wooden table the size of a millstone, and two small, rough porcelain bowls.

Ouyang Tian changed into a gray robe, sat upright in the main seat, and personally carried a large iron kettle to pour the freshly boiled spiritual tea into a large porcelain bowl.

The tea was pushed in front of Zheng Yifei, steaming hot.

"I've been in seclusion for many years and haven't paid attention to sect affairs. Tell me about your background. Which sect or powerful family's heir are you?"

Ouyang Tian picked up his teacup and took a sip, his gaze sweeping over Zheng Yifei, who sat with a rugged posture and whose body was just beginning to develop new flesh.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yifei casually picked up the teacup, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp.

The tea, with its slightly cool, cutting sensation, went straight to his internal organs, suppressing the remaining burning sensation of the tribulation lightning within him.

"Sect Master, do I, with my shameless, money-grubbing roguishness, resemble a true disciple of some prestigious sect or a young master of some noble family?"

Zheng Yifei wiped the tea stains from the corner of his mouth and laughed loudly, "I'm just a peasant. More than ten years ago, I was farming spirit fields at the bottom of the market under the jurisdiction of Qingyun Sect. My biggest wish in life was to collect a few more small spirit stones so that I could pay less tribute and not be beaten to death by those bastard landlords."

Ouyang Tian's hand stopped moving for the first time, and a clear look of surprise flashed across his deep eyes, which seemed to see through life and death and cause and effect.

"Tenant farmers?"

"Yes, tenant farmers."

A hint of bitterness and cunning flashed across Zheng Yifei's eyes: "Honestly farming is a dead end. Those hypocrites in the righteous path are even more ruthless than you Heavenly Demon Sect fellow cultivators when it comes to sucking blood."

Seeing that I couldn't survive on hard labor, I decided to try my luck at gambling and eventually joined the declining Qingyun Sect.

Zheng Yifei then launched into a long explanation, recounting how he ran a newspaper and casino within the Qingyun Sect, how the sect made a fortune daily through casinos, newspapers, and logistics, and how, in a very short time, he used leverage and chips to absorb spirit stones from cultivators across the Southern Wilderness, ultimately arousing the suspicion of Qin Cang, the Grand Elder of the Xuantian Sect, who then launched a military campaign to massacre the Qingyun Sect.

She recounted in detail how Ye Tianqiong had taken her to the Heavenly Demon Sect, where she partnered with him to open the Carefree Palace and revitalize the economy of Heavenly Demon City.

The entire book contains no heroic sentiments of bloodshed and carnage; instead, it is all about human greed, the profiteering of speculators, the operation of resources, and how to use incentives to turn the pockets of heroes into one's own private coffers—the intricacies of the martial arts world.

Ouyang Tian listened quietly.

The fair, jade-like hand held the old porcelain cup without even a ripple on the surface of the water, yet his heart was already churning with turbulent emotions.

A demonic overlord who has lived for hundreds of years, whose only thought in his life was to cultivate the way of slaughter and killing, relying on his toughness, sharpness of his blade and his life to step over countless corpses to reach the half-step into the Divine Transformation realm.

When he first stopped Zheng Yifei, he thought nothing more than that this kid was as tough as a ghost, possessing a Five Elements Nascent Soul that defied the laws of heaven, and a physique comparable to a lightning tribulation. With a little trouble, he would become an unparalleled sharp knife in the Southern Wilderness.

He wanted Zheng Yifei to be a blood-red spear that could sever causality, clean up his leftover troubles, and bring down the Xuantian Sect.

But upon hearing this story of how he made his fortune, Ouyang Tian's entire plan was overturned in an instant.

Force, blades, and slaughter?

In the vast world of cultivation, there are plenty of madmen in the Eastern Divine Continent who can kill and fight! They don't lack top-notch ruthless people or killing talents who can break through levels. What they really lack is a business genius like the one in front of them who can create wealth out of thin air and play the abacus with a cunning more terrifying than the Immortal Sword.

The Nascent Soul stage is merely the starting point for escaping the shackles of the mortal world. To settle down in the vast and boundless Eastern Divine Continent, to progress from the early to the middle and late stages of the Nascent Soul stage, or even to explore the unattainable Void Refinement, Body Integration, Mahayana, or even Tribulation Transcending and Ascension, the resources required would be a bottomless pit that even the Southern Wilderness Region could not afford by squandering its entire fortune.

Murder and looting are just small fry; if you mess with a behemoth, you might die without even knowing why.

But with a master gambler like Zheng Yifei who understands human nature, knows leverage, and dares to gamble with the world as his table, it is indeed possible to build an immortal foundation in the vast and endless Eastern Divine Continent!

That was no longer the gaze of a senior appreciating a junior, but rather the gaze of a pioneer on a long journey who had found the most precious leader and head manager of his life.

"No wonder Ye Tianqiong didn't even protect his own flesh and blood this much, but insisted on playing along with you in this brutal disaster that was almost a death sentence in the back mountain. It seems that my vision was too narrow."

Ouyang Tian finished the cold tea in his bowl in one go and sighed deeply, "Yifei, the biggest loss of those fools in the Xuantian Sect who are full of benevolence and righteousness is not losing a thousand trade routes, but driving you, who was able to support a holy land for ten thousand years, to the gates of my Demon Sect."

"Don't flatter me, Sect Master."

Zheng Yifei leaned against the stone wall, rubbing his chest, which was still throbbing slightly. "Let's talk business. Didn't you just say you had a big job? The price is high enough, I'll risk my life for you."

Ouyang Tian straightened his expression, and the air in the simple stone chamber immediately became heavy, sweeping away any lingering joking tone.

"Since you understand the importance of spirit stones and resources, I'll get straight to the point."

Ouyang Tian pointed to the cold, heavy dome above the stone chamber: "I have now crossed this hurdle and am invincible in this Southern Wilderness, but everything has its counter-examples. The laws of this world are incomplete and cannot nurture a Nascent Soul cultivator."

"With each day I live here, the oppression of heaven and earth intensifies. If I wish to seek a more enduring path, I must journey to the Eastern Divine Continent."

"Go ahead, I want to go too, but I don't know how to get there. I heard you have to cross some endless sea."

Zheng Yifei raised an eyebrow.

Ouyang Tian gently shook his head: "Do you think the Endless Sea is some black ditch that you can just hop on a spirit boat and sail across?"

He extended a finger and gently traced a long, deep line on the table with tea: "From the Southern Wilderness to the east, there is an endless sea that is millions of miles away. That is not a place that you can fly across with your early Nascent Soul stage combat power."

The fifth-tier ferocious beasts swimming in the sea are comparable to the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm in humans, and there are even sixth-tier majestic beasts in the depths. A single slap of their tails can shatter a cloud, and their devastating Void Magnetic Storms can instantly sink any flying boat or magical artifact.

Ouyang Tian stared at Zheng Yifei: "The most deadly thing is the extremely cold and dangerous path and the spatial storm in the middle section. Without the protection of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator's understanding of the power of laws, he would definitely turn into a piece of ice corpse and sink into the eternal seabed with his physical body and magic power."

"Only those at the Nascent Soul stage can cross the sea."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Yifei's carefree face instantly turned cold.

He lowered his head to examine the five colorful golden figures sitting peacefully in his dantian, their eyes closed as they absorbed the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

Yes, he is very strong. He cultivates all five elements simultaneously, and after surviving the tribulation of lightning, he is now powerful enough to pierce through the forehead of an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with a single sword strike.

Faced with Zhou Hong's ferocity at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, Zheng Yifei even felt that the opponent was no match for the combined might of his five Nascent Soul cultivators.

But in the end, it was only a Nascent Soul.

The cultivator who cultivates all five elements is a ruthless and terrifyingly voracious man. To advance from the Golden Core stage to the Nascent Soul stage, he absorbed all the abundant and cloud-like laws left behind by the back mountain and borrowed the remaining fire from the tribulation of the God Transformation stage, barely managing to build up this foundation.

Want to advance from the Nascent Soul stage to the Divine Transformation stage? In a barren region like the Southern Wilderness, even if you work day and night and consume all the profits of the Carefree Palace for ten years, it would still take at least one or two hundred years of hard work to slowly accumulate that level.

One or two hundred years?

Qin Cang, the Grand Elder of the Xuantian Sect, would never give him such a long time to live a peaceful life as a recluse.