I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei's judgment was correct.

Because trouble is brewing.

Five beams of spiritual light streaked across the sky to the north of Xuantian Market, moving at incredible speed, and arrived above the battlefield in the blink of an eye.

Five terrifying spiritual pressures, far exceeding Zhou Hong's, were released simultaneously, like five mountains descending from the sky.

Five elders at the late Nascent Soul stage.

The elders of the Xuantian Sect.

"Li Chunsheng! What happened?!"

The leader was an elderly man in a gray robe with a stern face and a voice like thunder.

Li Chunsheng was forced back by Zheng Yifei's Spiritual Finger strike. Taking advantage of the distance, he shouted back, "This is the guy who cheated at the gambling den! Mid-Nascent Soul stage! His companion is also a Nascent Soul!"

All five elders' eyes fell on Zheng Yifei.

Without any hesitation, all five of them attacked simultaneously.

This was not a friendly sparring match, nor a test; it was five veteran cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage launching a full-scale attack on a cultivator in the mid Nascent Soul stage.

Five attacks of different attributes struck simultaneously from five directions. Blade light, sword energy, palm wind, talismans, and domain suppression completely sealed off the space where Zheng Yifei was located.

Su Wanqing's pupils constricted sharply: "Yi Fei!"

She wanted to rush over to help, but Zhou Hong held her and Li Jianfeng back tightly. Although she was in a sorry state under their combined attack, she had more than enough time to buy them some time.

Five attacks simultaneously struck Zheng Yifei.

No, it hit his spot.

"boom!"

The explosion of spiritual energy turned that space into chaos. Debris, fragments of spiritual energy, and distorted spatial cracks spread out from the center of the explosion.

But when the smoke and dust cleared, Zheng Yifei stood ten feet away, his whole body shrouded in a layer of ever-flowing five-colored light curtain.

The Five Elements protect the body.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating he was not unharmed, but his eyes shone like burning phosphorescence, showing no fear, but rather a kind of frenzied excitement that only emerges when one is driven to the brink of despair.

"Five late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators besieging one mid-stage cultivator."

Zheng Yifei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, grinning to reveal his gleaming white teeth: "The Xuantian Sect's reputation is as thin as paper."

The gray-robed old man snorted coldly, unmoved.

The five surrounded them again.

This time, Zheng Yifei did not dodge.

His five nascent souls were operating at full power simultaneously, and the spiritual energy of the five attributes circulated in his meridians at an incredible speed.

Metal generates water, water generates wood, wood generates fire, fire generates earth, and earth generates metal. The cycle of spiritual energy generated by the five elements is like a perpetual motion machine, providing him with spiritual energy output several times greater than that of cultivators of the same level.

The Spiritual Finger Technique!

Zheng Yifei pointed out with his right index finger in succession, and five different colored finger beams shot out in five directions to meet the attacks of the five people.

The golden fingertip clashed head-on with the blade's light, producing a deafening clang of metal striking metal.

A cyan fingertip wrapped around the sword energy, deflecting it three inches.

The blue finger beams transformed into a curtain of water, completely washing away the palm wind.

The crimson fingertip detonated the incoming talisman, causing it to explode into a fireball in mid-air.

The yellow finger beams condensed into a shield, forcefully withstanding the mental impact brought about by the domain suppression.

Five against one, and he actually caught it.

The expressions of the five Nascent Soul stage elders changed simultaneously.

They had seen geniuses before, but a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator holding his own against five late-stage cultivators was beyond the scope of "genius."

"Spiritual energy... why is it continuous?"

One of the elders' voices was filled with disbelief.

A normal mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator has a limited total spiritual energy. Faced with a gauntlet of five late-stage cultivators, even with the most exquisite techniques, their spiritual energy would be exhausted within a dozen or so rounds. However, Zheng Yifei fought for nearly thirty rounds, and his spiritual energy output not only did not decrease, but instead became stronger with each battle.

The five elements are mutually reinforcing.

Others only have one nascent soul in their dantian, and their spiritual energy has to slowly recover after it's used up. But Zheng Yifei has five, and the five attributes nourish and complement each other, forming a spiritual energy circulation system that is almost uninterrupted.

As long as the battle does not exceed half an hour, his spiritual power is almost inexhaustible.

The battle lasted for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

Zheng Yifei was covered in blood, and the five-colored protective light barrier shattered and solidified repeatedly, but he never fell.

The five late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators didn't fare much better. The Spirit Rhinoceros Finger was extremely penetrating, piercing through the protective aura of two elders. They were hit in the arms and shoulders, and although not fatally, they were in excruciating pain.

This time, everyone felt a suffocating pressure.

Qin Cang has arrived.

He wore a white robe, had a thin face, and three long strands of beard fluttered under his chin, giving him an air of otherworldly elegance.

Beside him was a burly, middle-aged cultivator with a fierce face—Zeng Feng, the head of the Enforcement Hall of the Xuantian Sect.

Qin Cang hovered in mid-air, his cold gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

When he saw Zheng Yifei's face clearly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which then turned into intense killing intent.

"Zheng Yifei".

Qin Cang's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"You actually dare to come to Xuantian Market."

Zheng Yifei wiped the blood from his face, looked up at Qin Cang in mid-air, and smiled.

"Elder Qin, I've finally met you."

Qin Cang did not respond. He slowly raised his right hand, and a gray-white vortex of spiritual energy condensed in his palm.

The spiritual pressure of a fully mature late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator poured down without reservation, making the entire sky feel heavy and leaden.

This spiritual pressure was greater than that of the previous five elders combined.

Zheng Yifei's five-colored protective light barrier trembled violently under this pressure, emitting a cracking sound. His knees bent slightly, and the bluestone pavement beneath his feet cracked with a "crackling" sound.

The battle between Su Wanqing and Li Jianfeng was abruptly interrupted at this moment. Zhou Hong took the opportunity to withdraw from the battle and retreat behind Qin Cang.

"After being wanted for so many years, you've finally shown up, and you've even become a Nascent Soul cultivator. You must have encountered some extraordinary opportunity."

Qin Cang looked down at Zheng Yifei, his tone as calm as if he were discussing a trivial matter: "But I'd like to see how you're going to escape today."

Seven late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, along with Qin Cang and Zeng Feng, a total of nine people, completely surrounded Zheng Yifei and his two companions.

Su Wanqing's hands gripped the sword hilt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She quickly calculated the possibility of breaking through, which was almost zero. She and Li Jianfeng were at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and they were already struggling against a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, let alone the nine on the other side, among whom Qin Cang's strength was close to the half-step Divine Transformation level.

Li Jianfeng's face was ashen, but the sword in his hand did not tremble in the slightest.

He quietly moved closer to Su Wanqing's flank, preparing to fight to the death to break through.

"One flight..."

Su Wanqing used telepathy, her voice tense.

Zheng Yifei did not respond to her.

With his current strength, if he were to fight Qin Cang one-on-one, he should be able to withstand about a hundred moves and escape unscathed.

However, the opponent has nine Nascent Soul cultivators. If they attack together, I won't last more than ten breaths.

He straightened up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth again, and then, under everyone's gaze, reached his right hand into his storage ring.

Qin Cang's eyes sharpened slightly.

The five elders were on high alert, their spiritual energy output pushed to its peak, ready to deal with any sudden attack.