I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei followed the Golden Core cultivator a few steps into the alley.

Just then, a low shout came from behind.

"stop!"

Zheng Yifei turned around and saw Su Wanqing coming out of the side door of the gambling den.

Four Foundation Establishment guards blocked her way, one of them extending his hand: "Miss Su, please wait here as well."

Su Wanqing's gaze passed over the four people and landed on Zheng Yifei at the alley entrance. The two exchanged a glance.

Zheng Yifei shook his head slightly.

But Su Wanqing ignored him and placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.

The four Foundation Establishment guards sensed the danger and took a step back, their magical artifacts glowing.

"take it easy."

The Golden Core cultivator who had led the way turned around, his tone still polite: "You two are just cooperating with the investigation, nothing more—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Zheng Yifei moved.

Without any warning, Zheng Yifei's figure vanished from the spot.

In the next instant, he appeared behind the two Foundation Establishment guards closest to Su Wanqing. He struck out with both palms simultaneously, and two streams of spiritual energy, one golden and one azure, cut into their hearts like knives.

Two muffled thuds. Two corpses fell to the ground.

There is an entire major realm between the late Foundation Establishment stage and the mid-Nascent Soul stage, just like an adult crushing two ants without any skill.

Su Wanqing made her move at the same time.

She didn't even draw her sword. A white sword aura condensed on the scabbard swept out, and the protective auras of the remaining two guards were as fragile as paper, shattering instantly upon being cut by the sword aura.

Two heads flew off, and blood spurted out three zhang (approximately 10 meters) away.

At the other end of the alley, the remaining six Foundation Establishment guards had just reacted and drawn their weapons.

Zheng Yifei didn't even look at them. He raised his right index finger and tapped it six times with his Lingxi Finger.

Six beams of five-colored spiritual light, as thin as hair, shot out and precisely pierced the foreheads of the six people.

The six corpses fell one after another, and the entire process, from start to finish, took no more than three breaths.

The guide, a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, stood frozen in place, his stiff smile still lingering on his face, but his pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints.

He stared blankly at the ten still-convulsing corpses on the ground.

A rogue cultivator-merchant in the late Golden Core stage?

What the hell is this late-stage Golden Core stage?!

run.

The Golden Core cultivator's body reacted faster than his brain; he turned and ran.

At the same time, he suddenly raised his right hand, and a bright red communication talisman shot from his fingertip into the night sky.

"Oh no!"

Zheng Yifei narrowed his eyes.

The talisman was extremely fast, transforming into a red streak of light that exploded in mid-air, forming a huge warning rune that could be clearly seen within a radius of ten miles.

Zheng Yifei didn't chase after them; the communication talisman had already exploded, so chasing would be pointless.

"Walk."

The two figures transformed into two streaks of light, sweeping across the rooftops and heading straight for the Jubaoge Inn.

But they had flown less than half a mile when two blinding beams of light suddenly appeared in the night sky ahead.

Two terrifying spiritual pressures belonging to the Nascent Soul stage descended like two mountains, crashing down upon them.

Two people emerged from the void.

On the left was a short, stout, kind-faced middle-aged monk dressed in a brocade robe, looking like a wealthy man, but the glint in his eyes was as cold as a knife.

Zhou Hong, mid-Nascent Soul stage.

On the right was a gaunt old man with snow-white hair, carrying a long black iron sword on his back. His murderous aura was so intense that it almost solidified. He was Li Chunsheng, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"You two are pretty fast."

Zhou Hong stood in front of him with a smile: "That good-for-nothing Liu Tiezhu can't even keep an eye on people."

Li Chunsheng didn't waste any words. His gaze was fixed on Zheng Yifei, and his withered hand had already gripped the hilt of the knife behind his back.

"Mid-stage Nascent Soul Realm"

Li Chunsheng's hoarse voice carried obvious surprise: "No wonder those Foundation Establishment cultivators couldn't even last a single breath."

Zheng Yifei released Su Wanqing's arm, and facing the two Nascent Soul cultivators, his expression relaxed.

"Elders, let's talk this out."

He spread his hands: "I gambled fairly in your gambling den. I did not cheat or tamper with anything. Every spirit stone I won was earned through my own ability. Your detection array can testify to that."

"fair?"

Zhou Hong's smile remained unchanged, but his tone turned several degrees colder: "Forty-five days, eight billion, and you call that fair?"

"You set the rules, and I haven't broken any of them."

Li Chunsheng didn't want to hear any nonsense. His knife was already three inches out of its sheath.

"Enough with the nonsense, take him back for further questioning."

His figure suddenly sprang up, his black iron longsword was unsheathed, and a three-zhang-long gray-black blade of light slashed through the night sky, heading straight for Zheng Yifei's throat.

A full-force attack from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Zheng Yifei's pupils contracted slightly. But his body moved faster than his mind; he raised his right index finger, and a golden beam of spiritual light shot out to meet the blade's gleam.

"bite--"

The finger beams and the blade beams collided in mid-air, creating a visible ripple of spiritual energy.

Li Chunsheng's blade light was forcibly held back for half a breath before it was shattered. But that half breath was enough time for Zheng Yifei to sidestep and dodge.

Li Chunsheng's eyes widened suddenly.

His sword, a sword fully activated by a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, was flicked away by a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator with his finger.

Zheng Yifei didn't give him time to be shocked. The five nascent souls operated simultaneously, and the spiritual power of the five attributes formed a crazy rotating five-element cycle in his body.

His speed nearly doubled at that moment, and he moved like a ghost to Li Chunsheng's flank.

A crimson flame of spiritual energy ignited in his left palm, and he struck Li Chunsheng's lower back with it.

Li Chunsheng reacted extremely quickly, sweeping his blade back to defend and blocking the palm strike.

But the fire elemental energy contained in his palm spread upwards along the blade like a living thing, directly approaching his wrist.

Li Chunsheng groaned and was forced to take three steps back. A black hole was burned into the sleeve at his wrist, and his skin turned red.

On the other side, Zhou Hong and Su Wanqing had already started fighting.

Su Wanqing's sword was as fast as lightning, and the frost sword intent gathered on the sword directly pulled the temperature of the surrounding air within ten feet to the freezing point.

Although Zhou Hong was only in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he cultivated an extremely strange spiritual energy clone technique, which allowed him to create three clones at the same time, attacking Su Wanqing from four directions.

Su Wanqing's face was cold as she wielded her longsword with impenetrable speed. Each strike carried the subtle sound of shattering the void.

Zhou Hong's three clones couldn't gain any advantage under her sword, but they couldn't be completely defeated either. The clones would shatter and then reassemble, endlessly.

The two sides fought fiercely.

The battle at the Nascent Soul level caused the spiritual energy shockwaves to shake the buildings within a hundred feet radius, making them tremble and causing the low-level cultivators on the street to flee in terror. All the spiritual lamps on the street shattered.

The fight was too loud.

Before an incense stick could burn, Li Jianfeng was the first to arrive. He leaped down from the rooftop on the east side, his long sword in hand, and joined Su Wanqing's attack on Zhou Hong.

The two sword cultivators joined forces, their sword intents intertwining like a net, instantly rendering Zhou Hong's clone technique ineffective.

"Chen San, Lin Bao!"

While fighting Li Chunsheng, Zheng Yifei used telepathy to call for help.

Two waves of spiritual energy responded from the south, indicating that the two were on their way.

"Don't come! A Golden Core cultivator getting involved in a Nascent Soul battle is suicide!"

Chen San and Lin Bao's spiritual energy fluctuations paused for a moment, then turned and disappeared into the night.