I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Jubao Pavilion, backyard.

Su Wanqing pressed the last healing spiritual light into Zheng Yifei's left shoulder, and the torn muscles slowly healed under the stimulation of spiritual power.

The three broken ribs have been set back, but the residual spiritual energy from the late-stage Nascent Soul stage still erodes between the bones, and it will take time to wear them down.

"Does it still hurt?"

"pain."

Zheng Yifei nodded honestly: "It would be strange if it didn't hurt when five late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators attacked at the same time."

Su Wanqing withdrew her hand and remained silent for a few moments.

Let's leave tomorrow.

"Walk?"

"Eight billion is enough for all the materials for the mother array. Ye Tianqiong said it can be completed in seven days, so there's no need for us to stay here and risk our lives."

Zheng Yifei leaned against the headboard, playing with the Heavenly Demon Token in his hand, the black token flipping between his fingers.

"I'm not leaving."

Su Wanqing's brow twitched slightly.

"We're still short two billion."

Zheng Yifei held up two fingers: "The sect leader needs money to build a teleportation sub-array in the Eastern Divine Continent, the start-up capital for relocating elites there needs to be money, and the driving force reserves consumed on the way need to be money."

Eight billion is barely enough to pass the minimum requirement; I need to raise ten billion to provide everyone with a sufficient safety margin.

"But Qin Cang—"

Zheng Yifei put the token into his storage ring and said confidently, "You heard what Ouyang Tian said. A Nascent Soul cultivator suppressing a Nascent Soul cultivator is like a god suppressing an ant. As long as I don't actively step on his sect's protective formation, Qin Cang will have to consider Ouyang Tian's feelings even before he farts."

He turned his head to look at Su Wanqing and grinned.

"And not only am I not leaving, I'm going to go in and gamble using my real name."

Su Wanqing stared at him for two breaths.

"You're crazy."

"I am perfectly sober."

Zheng Yifei raised his right hand, and his five fingers lit up with five different colored lights in turn: "Before, winning money secretly was too inefficient. Now that I have the Heavenly Demon Token as a safety net, I can openly go to the VIP building and increase my all-in bet limit tenfold. I can fill up the remaining two billion in half a month."

Su Wanqing didn't say anything more.

She knew Zheng Yifei well; once he made a decision, not even ten spirit beasts could pull him back.

"OK."

Su Wanqing stood up and placed the healing elixir on the bedside table: "Rest for three days until you are fully healed before moving again. Jianfeng and I will take turns keeping watch over you during these three days."

"Don't be so nervous, Qin Cang wouldn't dare to touch me—"

"I said, we'll take turns keeping watch."

Zheng Yifei watched Su Wanqing walk out of the room, shrank back, and said nothing more.

three days later.

Zheng Yifei's injuries have fully healed. The circulation of spiritual energy based on the five elements is also far more efficient than ordinary people in terms of healing. Three days is enough time for him to expel all the residual external force from his body.

He had just come out of his seclusion room when he saw a burly man in the courtyard.

Tie Feng knelt on one knee, covered in dust from his journey, but his eyes gleamed with a restrained light, and his entire body radiated the unique spiritual energy fluctuations of a Golden Core cultivator.

"Young Master, I have broken through."

Zheng Yifei walked over and patted him on the shoulder, scanned him with his divine sense, and nodded: "Not bad, your foundation is more solid than Chen San and Lin Bao's, and you have the hope of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage."

"Thank you for your guidance, young master. What's the next step?"

"You're leading Chen San and Lin Bao on a large-scale procurement of spiritual materials for reserves, at a standard of 200 million. We won't be able to stay here for long."

Tie Feng was a little confused: "Young Master, where did you get two hundred million spirit stones?"

Zheng Yifei gestured with his chin toward the mirage: "The Xuantian Sect will cover for us."

Tie Feng: "..."

During his seclusion, he was clearly unaware of what had happened.

Half an hour later.

Xuantian Market, the main entrance to the Mirage.

Zheng Yifei strode up the steps, with Su Wanqing on his left and Li Jianfeng on his right, the three walking side by side.

Without disguise or a fake identity, I walked up to the counter with my head held high.

"Exchange chips."

The female cultivator behind the counter looked up, her gaze falling on the newcomer's face, and her fingers paused.

The sound in the entire first-floor lobby decreased by a third at that moment.

Zheng Yifei's face has become the hottest topic on the street after the sensational battle that shook Xuantian Market three days ago.

The news of Qin Cang being publicly reprimanded by his divine avatar that night spread throughout the entire Southern Wilderness the very next day.

"What? Not changing it?"

The female cultivator snapped out of her daze, mechanically took the storage bag, and counted out fifty purple-gold level chips with slightly trembling fingers.

A spirit ticket worth fifty million spirit stones.

Zheng Yifei tucked the chips into his sleeve and glanced at the faces in the lobby on the first floor, some shocked, some in awe, and some watching the show with amusement.

He didn't linger and went straight up to the VIP building.

The first private room on the sixth floor.

The private room was decorated exactly the same as when I entered as "Qian Donglai": an obsidian gambling table, jade dice, and a designated dealer. The only difference was that the dealer's hands were trembling.

This old bookmaker has been working in the gambling den for over ten years. What kind of big shots haven't he seen?

But the man before us had single-handedly withstood the attack of five Nascent Soul stage elders three days ago, and had even attracted the avatar of a Nascent Soul stage expert.

It's no wonder his hands tremble when someone like that sits across from him at the gambling table.

Su Wanqing and Li Jianfeng did not sit at the table. Instead, they stood on either side of Zheng Yifei behind him, their hands on their sword hilts, their cold gazes sweeping over every corner of the private room.

"Let's begin."

The dealer took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as he picked up the black iron cup, threw in three spirit jade dice, and shook it twice.

Zheng Yifei's ears twitched slightly, and he placed a larger bet of ten million.

"open."

Eleven o'clock, big.

The dealer's face paled slightly.

Zheng Yifei gathered the chips he had won and, without any hesitation, immediately pushed out 20 million.

"Continue, single."

Opening the cup. Seven o'clock. Single.

In the third round, the score was 30 million, a small win.

Fourth round, 50 million, double. Win.

He won four games in a row, and he didn't intentionally lose any of them.

There's no need to act anymore.

When he used a fake identity before, he had to control the pace and pretend to be an ordinary gambler with good luck. Now? Qin Cang has been forced to admit his mistake, so what is there for him to pretend for?

In less than half an hour.

The stakes in front of Zheng Yifei have increased from 50 million to 200 million.

I only lost two hands, and those two losses were because the dealer was too nervous and the dice rolled abnormally in the cup. It wasn't cheating; it was just random deviation caused by shaky hands.

Zheng Yifei stood up and pushed the chips toward the counter window.

"One hundred million, exchange for spirit stones. Keep the remaining fifty million for tomorrow."

He had barely finished speaking when the door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.

Fang Ping stood at the door, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

The head accountant of Mirage had been secretly relieved that Zheng Yifei hadn't come over for the past three days. But now, looking at Zheng Yifei sitting in the VIP room with his real name and face, his expression was so dramatic it could be the subject of a whole play.

"Young Master Zheng..."

"Manager Fang."

Zheng Yifei smiled and said, "We didn't have a chance to get to know each other properly last time. My name is Zheng Yifei, and I was the one who met Qian Donglai before."

Fang Ping's lips twitched twice. Of course he knew; there was no need to investigate.

He took two steps forward and lowered his voice: "Young Master Zheng, could you... speak to me in private?"

"You can say it here, there's nothing you can't let others hear."

Fang Ping gritted his teeth and laid his cards on the table: "Young Master Zheng, I beg you, your methods are superb, and I admire you to the core. But if you keep winning like this... the mirage won't last."

"Can't hold on?"

Zheng Yifei raised an eyebrow. "You guys have a daily turnover of over a billion, and I can't even keep going after winning 150 million?"