I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The elders looked at each other, none of them responding.

The air inside the stone chamber was as cold as a cellar.

Ye Tianqiong remained kneeling on the ground, and the two vice sect leaders moved their lips a few times, as if they wanted to say something but then stopped.

They have followed Ouyang Tian for two or three hundred years, fighting from a little brat to the late Nascent Soul stage. What kind of fierce battles haven't they fought?

As a result, not only is the sect leader not taking the lead in seeking revenge, but he is also entrusting such a core sect matter as revenge to an outsider?

What is this?

The atmosphere froze, and Zheng Yifei understood perfectly.

These old guys didn't disbelieve Ouyang Tian's judgment; they just couldn't swallow their anger. If someone desecrated their ancestral graves and you told them "you can't do it yourself," anyone would be furious.

"Several seniors."

Zheng Yifei took half a step forward, his tone casual as if he were chatting: "Right now, all you can think about is flattening Qingfeng Cliff and twisting Qin Cang's head off to hang at the city gate, right?"

The elder on the left, his face covered in scars, scoffed, "What's wrong with it?"

"Inappropriate. Very inappropriate."

Zheng Yifei held up a finger and shook it: "Think about it, everyone, why would Qin Cang dare to mobilize all his forces within these forty-nine days?"

Before anyone could answer, he continued, "Because he calculated one thing: after the Heavenly Tribulation ends, Sect Master Ouyang will either die or be restricted by karma after successfully completing his Nascent Soul stage. No matter the outcome, he's guaranteed to profit."

"Now the results are in: the sect leader has successfully transformed into a Nascent Soul cultivator, and Qin Cang has won the second half of the gamble. He is now hiding behind the Nine Dragons Sealing Heaven Formation, sharpening his sword, just waiting for us to get carried away and rush in to crash into the formation."

Zheng Yifei glanced at everyone present: "What's the current situation of the Heavenly Demon Sect? The spiritual veins in the back mountain were mostly drained by the lightning tribulation, and the surrounding properties were looted. How many circulating spirit stones can the sect's treasury use for fighting? Three hundred million? Five hundred million?"

Ye Tianqiong's expression changed, but he remained silent.

The answer is clearly not optimistic.

"Leading a group of newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivators who have just broken through and whose cultivation is not yet stable, to head-on crash into the Xuan Tian Sect's protective formation? That's not revenge, that's just feeding them to the enemy."

The scarred elder's face flushed red, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't refute it.

Zheng Yifei abruptly changed the subject, his voice suddenly rising a few decibels: "But what if I told you that within three years, you would not only be able to take revenge, but also completely escape the quagmire of the Southern Wilderness?"

The elders all looked up.

Ouyang Tian leaned against the stone wall without moving, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Zheng Yifei walked to the table, dipped his finger in tea, and drew a circle on the surface: "The teleportation array that the sect leader wants to build is not some wasteful vanity project. It is the lifeline for everyone in the Heavenly Demon Sect."

He pointed to the center of the circle: "The spiritual energy concentration in the Eastern Divine Continent is more than ten times that of the Southern Wilderness. The laws of heaven and earth are perfected, and the cultivation speed is incomparable."

In the Southern Wilderness, the late Nascent Soul stage is the ceiling; one can never even touch the threshold of the Deity Transformation stage in their entire life.

The sect leader's breakthrough was entirely due to chance and cannot be replicated. In other words, there is simply no possibility of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage in the Southern Wilderness Region.

Zheng Yifei looked at Ye Tianqiong: "Sect Master Ye, you are 340 years old this year, and you are at the late stage of Nascent Soul. Considering the concentration of spiritual energy and the perfection of the laws in the Southern Wilderness Region, do you think you can reach the Divine Transformation realm in this lifetime?"

Ye Tianqiong remained silent for three breaths, then slowly shook his head.

"But what if we go to the Eastern Divine Continent? The spiritual energy is abundant, the laws are perfect, and with the sect leader paving the way for you there, I can't say that you'll definitely reach the Nascent Soul stage, but there's at least a 30% chance."

%.

For them, becoming a deity is their lifelong dream, but also an insurmountable barrier.

Even a 30% chance is enough for any cultivator to risk their entire fortune.

The scarred elder's expression softened.

"After the teleportation array is completed, the core forces of the Heavenly Demon Sect will be relocated to the Eastern Divine Continent."

Zheng Yifei quickened his pace: "As for the resources that Xuantian Sect stole, the sect doesn't need to send a single soldier. I'll personally retrieve them. Didn't Qin Cang open a gambling den called Mirage in Xuantian Sect's market?"

Zheng Yifei revealed a chilling smile: "I will use the methods I am best at to make him spit out everything he has ingested, with interest."

The stone chamber was quiet for a moment.

Ye Tianqiong was the first to stand up, took a deep breath, turned to Ouyang Tian, ​​and knelt on one knee: "Your subordinate obeys the order. The Heavenly Demon Sect will mobilize the entire sect's strength to cooperate with the former sect leader in constructing the teleportation array!"

The two elders exchanged a glance and then knelt down as well.

"Done."

Ouyang Tian nodded, a hint of satisfaction in his gaze as he looked at Zheng Yifei.

This kid is not only good at business, but also at dealing with people. With just a few words, he calmed down a group of furious old guys and got them to willingly put all the resources of their clan on the gambling table.

It works much better than forcing it down with a brace.

That night.

Heavenly Demon City, Leisure Palace.

The secret room on the third floor was brightly lit.

Zheng Yifei sat in the main seat, with Su Wanqing, Zhao Ling, Li Jianfeng, Wang Changsheng, Zhao Wenyuan, Zhang Biao, and several core Golden Core stage managers from Xiaoyao Palace sitting on either side of the long table in front of him.

Everyone's aura was much stronger than it had been a month ago.

The aura emanating from Su Wanqing and the other three, which belonged to the early Nascent Soul stage, had become calm, restrained, and completely stabilized.

That's the situation.

Zheng Yifei briefly explained Ouyang Tian's plan, his gaze sweeping over everyone, "Leave the teleportation array to the sect. There's only one thing we need to do—get spirit stones."

Zhao Wenyuan smiled wryly, "Yifei, after the opening of the Mirage of the Xuantian Sect, the business of the Xiaoyao Palace has declined significantly. In addition, with the Xuantian Sect's large-scale surprise attack, the entire Tianmo Sect's economy is declining. The number of people coming to gamble has plummeted. Now, the monthly turnover is stable at around 80 million. After deducting operating costs and profit sharing, the net profit is 20 million. Even if we invest it all and don't eat or drink, we can only make up the 4 billion shortfall..."

He counted on his fingers, his face grim: "Twenty years."

"Too slow."

Zheng Yifei shook his head: "We must find another way."

"The mirage of the Xuantian Sect."

Su Wanqing spoke calmly.

Zheng Yifei gave her a thumbs up: "Wanqing understands me. To me, that mirage is just an unlocked ATM."

Zhao Wenyuan hesitated and said, "But that's Xuantian Sect's territory..."

"Precisely because it's his territory, he wouldn't expect anyone to dare to overturn the gambling table at his house, but there's no rush."

He held up five fingers: "Before we go to the Xuantian Sect, we need to further improve our strength."

Li Jianfeng interjected, "How can we pull it out? The Spirit Wind Eye has already dissipated; where in the Southern Wilderness can we find an opportunity of that level?"

Zheng Yifei did not answer, but instead took something out of his storage ring and placed it on the table.

A jade bottle the size of a palm.

The bottle's surface was smooth and warm like jade, with a faint golden light flowing inside. The light was as thick as honey, slowly swirling on the bottle's walls, emitting a strange fluctuation that stirred the nascent souls within everyone's dantian.

"What is this?"

Zhao Ling's nose twitched; her alchemist instincts made her instantly realize that this thing was extraordinary.

"Dragon Marrow".

Zheng Yifei gently turned the jade bottle on the table: "Xu Tianyang gave it to me last time. He said it can only be used after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage. One drop can directly raise a Nascent Soul cultivator by one small realm."

The room fell silent instantly.

All eyes were fixed on that small jade bottle.

One drop elevates you to a new level?

If this thing were to leak out, the entire cultivation world of the Southern Wilderness would go crazy for it.