I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei took out a black token from his storage ring.

The token was small, only the size of a palm, and was pitch black. It had an ancient character for "demon" engraved on its surface, surrounded by extremely intricate patterns of laws, which emitted a faint, cold light in the night.

Qin Cang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized it.

"The Heavenly Demon Decree?"

Zheng Yifei held the token and gave Qin Cang a bright smile.

Then, he infused it with spiritual energy.

The character "Demon" on the token lit up instantly, and black light surged out as if it were a tangible substance, condensing, spreading, and taking shape in front of Zheng Yifei.

A phantom figure slowly emerged from the token.

The phantom was only seven-tenths the size of a real person, with a blurred face, but its gray robe and its aura as deep as the abyss sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Ouyang Tian's clone.

The aura of the Nascent Soul stage cultivator poured down like a bucket of ice water from the sky, soaking the entire battlefield.

That's a level that Nascent Soul cultivators can't comprehend; it's a power that transcends the limitations of the laws of this world, a power that truly stands above heaven and earth, looking down upon all living beings.

The realm of the God Transformation unfolds.

Without any warning, without any accumulation, as natural as breathing, an invisible ripple spread out in all directions from Ouyang Tian's illusory image as the center.

Wherever the ripples passed, the air froze, spiritual energy was frozen, and everything in motion seemed to be paused.

First were the five elders at the late Nascent Soul stage. Their bodies, which were maintaining an attack posture, were frozen in place. Their eyes could still move, but their limbs were as if filled with lead, and they couldn't move a single finger.

Then there are Zhou Hong, Li Chunsheng, and Zeng Feng. Their situation is even worse. They are closer to the illusory figure, and the suppression of the Nascent Soul realm on them is even more thorough.

The cold smile on Zeng Feng's lips was still there, but the muscles on his face had completely lost control.

Finally, there's Qin Cang.

He has reached the late stage of Nascent Soul cultivation and is only half a step away from becoming a Deity.

His body also froze.

Unlike others, he reacted the moment the domain descended, his spiritual power surging wildly within him, layering protective measures upon layer to resist the suppression of the Nascent Soul domain with all his might.

Useless.

It's like an ant trying to lift a mountain.

Qin Cang's face turned from ashen to deathly pale, and the veins on his forehead bulged out like earthworms.

He could feel the spiritual power within his body being frozen inch by inch under the suppression of the Nascent Soul realm, starting from the extremities and spreading towards his dantian.

The entire area within a radius of three hundred feet of the mirage fell into dead silence.

Ouyang Tian's illusory figure stood with his hands behind his back, his blurry eyes sweeping across the entire scene before finally landing on Qin Cang.

"Qin Cang".

The voice wasn't loud, even gentle, but every word that fell into Qin Cang's ears felt like a heavy hammer blow to his soul.

Qin Cang gritted his teeth and forced out the question: "Ouyang Tian... what do you want to do?"

"I'm not here to fight, I want to ask you something."

Qin Cang didn't speak, not because he didn't want to, but because the suppression of his Nascent Soul realm made it extremely difficult for him to even speak.

Ouyang Tian's illusory figure turned his head to look at Zheng Yifei, then turned back to look at Qin Cang.

"This kid, gambling in your mirage, did he cheat?"

Qin Cang was taken aback.

His gaze unconsciously swept towards Fang Ping, whose face was cold and stern, at the edge of the battlefield. Fang Ping was also frozen by the Nascent Soul Domain, but his eyes were rolling wildly, clearly wanting to say something.

Qin Cang was a smart man, and in that instant, he understood the whole situation.

Zheng Yifei won eight billion spirit stones gambling in a mirage. His men noticed something amiss and tried to stop him. Then Zheng Yifei pulled out the Heavenly Demon Token.

Ouyang Tian's question wasn't a genuine inquiry.

If Qin Cang can produce evidence that Zheng Yifei cheated, Ouyang Tian can hand him over. This is to give face to the righteous path and is also the rule for Nascent Soul cultivators.

But if no evidence can be produced...

Qin Cang's mind raced through Fang Ping's report. There were no signs of cheating, the detection array was normal, the dice hadn't been tampered with, and the spirit tablet hadn't been marked.

Those people had never even touched gambling equipment.

They just... won.

A kind of "win" that is inexplicable, but unassailable at the rule level.

"say."

Ouyang Tian's illusory figure urged him on faintly.

Qin Cang's Adam's apple bobbed. He was not facing an opponent he could bargain with, but a Nascent Soul cultivator who could extinguish his life force in the blink of an eye.

Even if it's just a clone, this level of power is something that a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of their cultivation level cannot contend with.

"no."

When Qin Cang uttered those two words, it was as if a piece of flesh had been ripped from his mouth.

"There is no evidence of cheating."

Ouyang Tian's illusory figure nodded, seemingly unsurprised by the answer.

"That's good."

The illusory figure's tone remained gentle: "Since there was no cheating, it's fair gambling. You're in business, you have to accept the consequences of your bets, don't I need to teach you that?"

Qin Cang's teeth were grinding together.

The illusory figure continued, "I'll say it again, this kid named Zheng Yifei is someone I, Ouyang Tian, ​​have taken a liking to. He gambles fairly in your gambling den, but your people not only can't afford to lose, they even dare to physically stop him."

Today I'm giving you and Sect Leader Murong face and will let bygones be bygones regarding your men's attack on him.

The phantom took a step forward.

It was just one step, but Qin Cang felt the frozen spiritual energy in his body retreat three inches deeper into his dantian.

"But I'm telling you this: from now on, Zheng Yifei can gamble freely in your mirage. Your people are not allowed to make things difficult for him, stop him, or investigate him. How much he wins is his skill, and if you can't keep him, it's your incompetence."

Ouyang Tian's illusory figure paused for a moment, and a hint of a smile seemed to appear on his blurry face.

"If you're not happy about it, you can shut down the gambling den and stop him from gambling; that's your prerogative. But if you dare to lay a finger on him outside the gambling den..."

The phantom's voice suddenly turned cold.

"I will annihilate your entire Xuantian Sect."

The sentence was said casually, as if it were saying "it might rain tomorrow," but when Qin Cang heard those six words, his back was instantly soaked with sweat.

He had no doubt that Ouyang Tian had this ability.

A Nascent Soul cultivator versus a Spirit Transformation cultivator is like a god versus an ant. Forget annihilating an entire sect; if Ouyang Tian were to actually make a move, the entire protective formation of the Xuan Tian Sect wouldn't last ten breaths against him.

Qin Cang closed his eyes, his chest tight with a painful tightness.

Zheng Yifei, a Qi Refining Realm tenant farmer who came from the most remote market of the Qingyun Sect and was considered an ant by himself, actually became a mid-Nascent Soul Realm big shot in just over ten years.

Moreover, they got in touch with a Nascent Soul cultivator and even stole eight billion spirit stones from their own territory.

And he, the number one righteous person in the Southern Wilderness, could only be forced to sit here and listen to a lecture.

"it is good."

Qin Cang opened his eyes, his voice hoarse and low.

"I agreed."

Ouyang Tian's illusory figure stared at him for two breaths, as if assessing the sincerity of his words. Then the illusory figure nodded slightly.

"happy."

The realm of the Nascent Soul cultivators receded like a receding tide.

Qin Cang's body suddenly relaxed, and he exhaled a breath of stale air, almost losing his balance. The surrounding elders also regained their mobility, their faces ashen, their robes soaked with cold sweat.

Zeng Feng rushed forward and grabbed Qin Cang's arm: "Elder!"

Qin Cang flung his hand away and stared intently at Zheng Yifei below.

Zheng Yifei stood still, put the Heavenly Demon Token back into his storage ring, and Ouyang Tian's phantom image turned into specks of spiritual light and dissipated the moment the token was taken back.

Without the suppression of the Nascent Soul Domain, the injuries left by the battle on Zheng Yifei surged back up. At least three of his ribs were broken, the flesh on his left shoulder was torn open and bleeding, and the five-colored protective light screen was shattered into dust.

But he didn't care at all.

He tilted his head back, grinned at Qin Cang, whose face was ashen in mid-air, revealing a set of white teeth stained with blood.

"Elder Qin."

Zheng Yifei clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, but his tone was as if he were saying goodbye to an old friend.

"Thank you for your kind offer. I'll come again tomorrow."

Qin Cang's chest heaved violently twice, but in the end he said nothing.

Zheng Yifei turned around and waved to Su Wanqing and Li Jianfeng: "Let's go."

Su Wanqing sheathed her sword, gave Zhou Hong a cold glance, and turned to follow Zheng Yifei.

Li Jianfeng also put away his fighting stance, but when retreating, he always kept his back to his own people, with his longsword half-drawn, until the three of them were out of everyone's attack range before he could completely relax.

Three streaks of light swept across the night sky above Xuantian Market and quickly disappeared into the distance.

The battlefield was littered with rubble and the corpses of ten Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Qin Cang hovered in mid-air, watching the three streaks of light disappear into the distance, standing motionless for a long time.

The elders around looked at each other, none of them daring to utter a sound.

Finally, Zeng Feng spoke up in a low voice: "Elder, should we send someone to chase after them...?"

"What are you chasing?"

Qin Cang's voice was forced out through clenched teeth, like crushed stone chips: "Are you deaf? Or do you want Ouyang Tianzhen to raze Qingfeng Cliff to the ground?"

Zeng Feng shrank back, not daring to speak again.