I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei took out a storage bag and pushed it onto the counter: "Exchange for chips."

The female cultivator behind the counter glanced at the quality of the spirit stones in the storage bag, her fingers flying, and pushed out ten blue jade tokens engraved with a mirage mark.

"Good luck to our guest."

Zheng Yifei tucked the chips into his sleeve and glanced across the entire hall.

The building has three floors, and the layout of each floor is almost identical to that of Xiaoyao Palace.

The first floor is a small-stakes gambling area, with dice, animal chess, spirit tablets, and all sorts of other games available.

The second to fifth floors are various private rooms, and 10,000 chips are the minimum entry fee.

The area above the sixth floor is for high-spending VIPs; you need a million chips to enter.

He went straight to the dice table on the second floor.

A dozen or so people were gathered around the dice table. The dealer was a young cultivator who had reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage. He was skilled and efficient, throwing three spirit jade dice into the black iron cup, covering it, and shaking it twice.

"Place your order now!"

The surrounding gamblers placed their bets.

Zheng Yifei didn't rush to make a move, and watched three rounds from the outside.

His ears twitched slightly, displaying his full range of auditory perception skills.

As the jade dice tumbled inside the black iron cup, the distribution of the center of gravity with different facets produced extremely subtle differences in sound. Even ordinary cultivators might not be able to discern these differences using their divine sense.

But Zheng Yifei is not an ordinary cultivator.

One of the additional talents brought by cultivating the five elements simultaneously is that his five senses far surpass those of his peers. Especially after experiencing the baptism of the Nascent Soul Tribulation, his auditory sensitivity reached an absurd level.

The fourth game.

After the dealer finished shaking the pot, Zheng Yifei pushed out 5,000 chips and placed them on "small".

Open the cup, three, two, one. Six o'clock. Small.

The dealer, expressionless, pushed over chips worth 4,950 spirit stones, with the gambling den taking a 1% cut.

In the fifth round, he bet 10,000 and won.

In the sixth round, I bet 20,000 and won.

He controlled the pace, not winning every hand, occasionally betting on a small hand or two, and pretending to hesitate and slap his thigh in the middle, acting like an ordinary gambler with good luck.

An hour later, he made a net profit of 500,000.

He stretched, put the chips into his sleeve, and walked towards the counter. The female cultivator exchanging spirit stones mechanically counted them, and 1.5 million spirit stones went into his storage bag.

From beginning to end, no one gave him a second glance.

After leaving the counter, Zheng Yifei went to another gambling table where Su Wanqing and Li Jianfeng were playing. The two were betting small amounts, with little to no winning or losing. Zheng Yifei stood opposite them, extended his left hand from his sleeve, and seemingly unintentionally made two gestures with his fingers at his side.

Su Wanqing and Li Jianfeng understood each other implicitly and began to place bets according to his instructions.

Half an hour later, Zheng Yifei changed to another gambling table, where Chen San and Lin Bao were.

The same method was used to instruct the two people to place their bets.

The five people were scattered in different parts of the gambling den, and they did not know each other or communicate with each other.

At three quarters past 5 PM, the five men left the gambling den one after another.

Jubaoge Inn, third floor.

With the doors and windows tightly shut, Su Wanqing placed the storage bag on the table: "Four hundred thousand."

Li Jianfeng followed up: "Six hundred thousand."

Chen San grinned: "Seven hundred thousand."

Lin Bao silently put down the storage bag and held up one finger.

Zheng Yifei helped him state the amount, adding his own: "Add my 500,000, today's daytime show, that's exactly 3 million."

At the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), the five people changed their appearances and identities and re-entered the venue.

Same playing style, same rhythm control.

Appearing at the end of Hai hour (9-11 PM), another three million.

That night, Zheng Yifei left the inn alone and wandered into a dead-end alley in the southwest corner of the market.

At the end of the alley, there was a loose blue brick on the wall. He used his spiritual power to tap it three times at a specific frequency.

A moment later, the blue bricks slid open silently, revealing a pale hand.

"Dark One".

The other party only provided a code name.

Zheng Yifei handed over two storage bags filled with spirit stones: "Six million. Send them back the same way as before. Come and collect them every three days from now on."

The hand took the storage bag, and the blue bricks closed without leaving a trace.

For the next ten days, it was like flowing water.

Zheng Yifei increased the daily winnings limit from three million to ten million.

The five people worked in two shifts. During the day, the 10 million yuan quota was distributed among ten different identities. Each identity won no more than 1 million yuan per day, which was less than one-fifth of the risk control threshold.

On the night of the eleventh day, Zheng Yifei sat in the inn looking through the account books.

Ten days, one hundred million.

The operation of the mirage went smoothly without any major setbacks.

The supervisors who patrolled the area happily watched the turnover figures every day, completely unaware that the water in their own pool was leaking out little by little.

"The daily turnover is over a billion, and we win ten million, which is less than 0.1% of the total."

Zheng Yifei drew a line on the paper with his fingertip: "When a mosquito bites an elephant, the elephant doesn't even feel an itch."

He closed the ledger, and his expression changed.

"If you don't think so, then add more."

Starting on the twelfth day, Zheng Yifei adjusted his strategy, arranging for three of Tie Feng's trusted associates to enter the site in batches.

The daily winnings limit has been increased to 50 million.

Eight people were scattered across more than twenty gambling tables on the three floors.

On the fifteenth day, the total winnings amounted to 350 million.

On the twentieth day, fifty million multiplied by ten days, plus one hundred million from the previous ten days.

Total: 600 million.

Six hundred million spirit stones, transported through the spy network, flowed into the Heavenly Demon Sect's underground vault in batches every three days, like a trickle of water.

Day 21.

Zheng Yifei stood by the window of the inn, looking at the brightly lit mirage across the way, and a slow smile appeared on his lips.

Six hundred million, in twenty days.

The speed is still too slow.

The basic materials for the teleportation array require 5 billion, and the array source driving force requires 2 billion. These are the publicly stated figures.

However, Ouyang Tian crossed the Endless Sea to reach the Eastern Divine Continent, where he also needed to build a sub-array. All the materials, manpower, and spirit stone reserves had to be brought from the Southern Wilderness Region.

Conservatively estimated, the total demand is not seven billion, but ten billion.

At the current rate, it will take more than half a year.

Half a year is too long. The Xuantian Sect isn't blind; the longer it drags on, the greater the risk of exposure.

"We need to change our playing style."

Zheng Yifei turned around and looked at Su Wanqing, who was sitting at the table wiping her sword: "Starting tomorrow, I'll be in the VIP area."

Su Wanqing paused for a moment.

The VIP area on the third floor has a minimum bet of one million per game. Those seated there are not ordinary rogue cultivators, but key figures from various factions, each shrewd and suspicious.

"The risk is doubled in the VIP area; everyone's identity can be checked. Won't that arouse suspicion?"

"The returns will double, so I'll use my identity as the owner of Jubaoge to get in, and I'm not afraid of being investigated."

Zheng Yifei pulled out a chair and sat down. He took out a new identity jade token from his storage ring and flipped it under the lamp: "One game on the third floor is worth a whole day on the first floor. It takes me half a day to grind for ten million down there, but if I win a single game of all-in up there, it's tens of millions."

He carefully put away the jade pendant, his gaze falling on the myriad lights of Xuantian Market outside the window, his voice low.

"Ten billion? I'll get it done within three months."