I run a casino in the immortal realm.

"Flow is flow, and profit is profit."

Fang Ping explained with a bitter face, "The gambling den's daily net profit is only around 100 million, and you're taking 150 million a day..."

He didn't continue, because there was no need to.

They're losing tens of millions every day. No matter how thick the mirage's capital pool is, at this rate, it'll be empty in two months.

Zheng Yifei leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers twice on the armrest.

"So what do you want to do?"

Fang Ping grasped at a straw: "Young Master, could you... set a limit? We can leave once we've won enough each day?"

"One hundred and fifty million."

Zheng Yifei held up one finger: "150 million a day. I'll leave once I've won enough. I won't take a single penny more."

Fang Ping's expression relaxed for a moment, but then turned bitter again. Losing more than 100 million every day, that's more than 4 billion a month. Although the gambling den won't go bankrupt immediately, this hole is enough to make Qin Cang furious.

But what could he do?

"Thank you for your kindness, young master."

Fang Ping forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and left the private room.

Zheng Yifei watched Fang Ping's departing figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

150 million multiplied by 30 days equals 4.5 billion. Adding that to the previous 8 billion, the total is 12.5 billion, far exceeding the 10 billion target.

Of course, there will definitely be changes along the way, but changes are always two-way.

Qingfeng Cliff.

Zeng Feng knelt before Qin Cang, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"What?"

Qin Cang sat in the armchair, and the lid of his teacup clicked onto the rim of the cup. The sound was not loud, but Zeng Feng's back straightened instantly.

"Zheng Yifei entered the Mirage VIP Building today under his real name and won 150 million spirit stones in half an hour. Fang Ping negotiated with him, and the other party agreed to a daily limit of 150 million."

Qin Cang stared at Zeng Feng expressionlessly for a full ten breaths.

Then he laughed.

That smile was even more chilling than when he wasn't smiling.

"Ouyang Tian".

Qin Cang uttered the name with a tone as if he were chewing on a piece of raw iron: "What a deity, a Nascent Soul cultivator, raising a mad dog to bite people, and even putting an iron armor on it."

"Elder, how about we shut down the mirage?"

"close?"

Qin Cang's eyes turned cold. "The Mirage Tower generates over a billion in daily revenue, controlling a large portion of the Xuantian Market's economic lifeline. Closing the Mirage Tower will halve the market's traffic, resulting in losses far exceeding a billion. What will those dependent families who rely on the market for their livelihood think?"

Zeng Feng didn't dare to reply.

"Moreover, closing the gambling den is tantamount to admitting defeat. If word gets out, the entire Southern Wilderness will say that the Xuantian Sect was forced to close its own business by a junior."

Qin Cang slammed his teacup down on the table: "I can't afford to lose face like this."

"That……"

"One hundred and fifty million it is."

Qin Cang closed his eyes and slowed his speech: "The other businesses of Mirage are still profitable. Let Fang Ping keep an eye on them for now. He only wins 150 million a day and doesn't touch other gambling tables, so let him be."

Qin Cang opened his eyes and said quietly, "At the same time, have Fang Ping figure out how to win it back at the gambling table. Isn't he known as having unparalleled gambling skills? Let him lose once within the rules."

Zeng Feng accepted the order and left.

In the days that followed, a spectacle unprecedented in the cultivation world of the Southern Wilderness unfolded at the VIP building of the Mirage.

Every day at noon, Zheng Yifei would appear on time in the first private room on the sixth floor. Su Wanqing and Li Jianfeng would stand on either side of him, never sitting at the table, only serving as human backdrops.

He gambled with composure and won decisively.

He won 150 million in half an hour, got up, exchanged the spirit stones, and left without saying a word, lingering, or getting into any conflicts with anyone.

It's as regular as clocking in for work.

On the third day, Fang Ping invited a veteran gambler known as the "Dice Immortal" to be the dealer in the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

This "Dice Master" is said to be able to use spiritual power to fine-tune the angle of the dice's flip, changing the probability of the numbers without triggering the detection array.

Zheng Yifei faced this dice master and won seven out of eight rounds.

On the fifth day, Zheng Yifei played baccarat. The dealer was a card-counting expert trained by the Xuantian Sect's secret service, who was said to be able to remember the order in which two hundred spirit cards came in and out.

Zheng Yifei watched two rounds of his game, and then started betting on the third round.

Five rounds, 150 million. Time to call it a day and leave.

On the eighth day, Fang Ping went all out and spent 20 million to invite a cheating expert who called himself "Thousand-Faced Ghost Hand" from the most remote corner of the Southern Wilderness.

This veteran's technique was indeed exquisite; even Zheng Yifei, who could discern shapes by sound, failed to notice it immediately.

But he only managed to score in the first game.

In the second round, Zheng Yifei's lips curled into a slight smile. He didn't expose his opponent, but instead, when the opponent made his next move, he used his spiritual power to subtly adjust the trajectory of the dice inside the cup.

"Thousand-Faced Ghost Hand" changed his expression drastically and immediately stopped.

Because he discovered that the man opposite him had a whole order of magnitude higher precision in controlling his spiritual power.

tenth day.

As usual, Zheng Yifei won 150 million and was about to get up when he saw Fang Ping standing at the door again.

But this time, Fang Ping had two more people with him.

The two unfamiliar late-stage Golden Core cultivators exuded an undisguised killing intent.

Zheng Yifei sat back down in his chair and glanced at Fang Ping.

"Manager Fang, have you changed your approach?"

Fang Ping forced an awkward smile: "Young Master Zheng, you've misunderstood. These two are—"

No explanation needed.

Zheng Yifei raised his right hand and gently tapped the table with his index finger. A faint five-colored spiritual light shot out from his fingertip, scorching a small black dot on the table.

The two late-stage Golden Core cultivators simultaneously took a step back.

Zheng Yifei's gaze passed over them and landed on Fang Ping.

Fang Ping.

He didn't use the polite title "Manager Fang".

"I'll give you face by only taking 150 million a day, gambling it out and then leaving, and never causing trouble. This is my sincerity."

Fang Ping's smile froze.

"But if you continue with these underhanded tactics—"

Zheng Yifei stood up, looking down at Fang Ping: "My promise is null and void starting tomorrow. The winnings won't just be 150 million; it could be 500 million, 1 billion. Guess how much I can take from you in a day?"

Fang Ping's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He had no doubt that Zheng Yifei had the ability. Over the past ten days, he had come to a complete realization: no one could beat Zheng Yifei at the gambling table.

It's not a technical issue; it's a matter of overwhelming superiority.

"I understand, I understand!"

Fang Ping nodded repeatedly, then quickly winked at the two people behind him: "It's a misunderstanding, purely a misunderstanding! These two are new waiters—"

"roll."

Fang Ping led the two men out of the private room in a scramble.

That night, Zeng Feng came to Qingfeng Cliff for the third time to report.

After listening, Qin Cang remained silent for a long time.

One of the spirit lamps in the study shattered with a "crack," and the fluctuation of spiritual energy blew all the documents and scrolls on the table to the floor.

Zeng Feng knelt on the ground, not daring to lift his head.

"Let Fang Ping talk to him."

Qin Cang's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against an iron plate.

"What are you talking about?"

"He doesn't need to come."

Qin Cang closed his eyes: "One hundred and fifty million every day, have it delivered directly to the inn. The condition is that he is not allowed to set foot in the mirage again."

Zeng Feng was taken aback: "Elder, this..."

"Every time he appeared at the VIP building, a group of gamblers would follow his cards and place bets."

Qin Cang opened his eyes: "Do you know how much extra money Mirage lost in the past ten days because of these bandwagon gamblers?"

Zeng Feng shook his head.

Qin Cang uttered the number, his voice carrying a weary anger: "It's nothing that he won 150 million, but the 'bandwagon effect' he set off is costing an extra 60 million every day."

It's not that I can't afford to support him, it's that I can't afford to support the bunch of tagalongs he brings along.

Zeng Feng understood.

Zheng Yifei not only wins himself, but his very existence is like a flag, making all gamblers feel that "following him will lead to victory".

This kind of confidence is more terrifying than any form of cheating.

"in addition."

Qin Cang suddenly spoke up: "Tell Fang Ping to ask him what he really wants when they're talking. How long does he plan to take 150 million a day? Is there any termination condition?"

If he has any conditions that would make him stop early, as long as they aren't too outrageous, we can discuss it.

Zeng Feng accepted the order once again and left.