I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Pingkangfang is located in the western part of Sujiafang City and is considered a mid-range neighborhood.

Zheng Yifei walked along the bluestone path for a while, then chose a clean storefront with a sign that read "Yunshui Inn" and went inside.

"Guests, would you like to stay at the inn? A dormitory room costs ten spirit coins per night, a lower-class room costs fifty spirit coins, a middle-class room costs one low-grade spirit stone, and a superior room with an independent spirit-gathering array costs three low-grade spirit stones."

The shopkeeper behind the counter didn't even lift his eyelids, and expertly quoted the price.

"Medium-sized room, stay for three days."

Zheng Yifei bid on three low-grade spirit stones.

The shopkeeper then raised his head and glanced at the young man dressed in coarse cloth and with a cultivation level of only "Qi Refining Level 2". A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he was quick to accept the spirit stones and hand over a wooden plaque engraved with "Earth Number 7".

Upon reaching the second floor and opening the door to room number seven, Zheng Yifei nodded in satisfaction.

The price of a spirit stone per day is astronomical for the low-level independent cultivators in Black Mountain Market, but it is definitely worth the price here.

The room was spacious and clean, with miniature soundproofing patterns engraved on the walls. There was also a small dust-removing array next to the bed. There was no musty smell in the air; instead, there was a faint sandalwood fragrance.

Close the door, embed the wooden plaque into the array eye, and a faint light screen immediately appears on the door frame, activating the soundproof array.

Zheng Yifei didn't rush to rest, nor did he immediately go looking for a gambling den.

He threw his bundle on the bed, poured a cup of spiritual tea from the table, walked to the window, pushed it open a crack, and quietly watched the bustling crowds on the street below.

In his previous life, as one of the top gambling kings on Earth, he had an ironclad rule: never rush to sit at a table in a new casino.

The first step is always to scout the location, understand the environment, security, rules, and escape routes.

The same applies to the cultivation world; in fact, it requires even greater caution.

For the next three days, Zheng Yifei, like a country bumpkin who had just arrived, went out early and returned late every day, taking a cursory look around the four districts of Sujiafang City, including dozens of main and secondary streets.

He changes his mask every day and uses a concealment talisman to keep his cultivation level between the third and fourth levels of Qi Refining, blending in seamlessly with the crowd of rogue cultivators.

After three days, the outline and details of the market had formed an extremely detailed three-dimensional map in his mind.

The prosperity of Sujiafang Market is undeniable, but the darkness and bloodshed hidden behind it are even greater than those of Heishan Market.

The following evening, Zheng Yifei witnessed a robbery outside a dark alley in the southern district.

Three gangsters at the fifth level of Qi Refining cornered a rogue cultivator who had just come from a pill shop in a dead end, beat him up, and robbed him of his money bag.

The rogue cultivator was beaten until he vomited blood and begged for mercy repeatedly.

Just then, a team of Su family law enforcement officers dressed in black uniforms passed by the alley entrance.

Zheng Yifei thought the enforcement team would intervene, but the leader of the three gangsters stepped forward, skillfully slipped two spirit stones into the enforcement team captain's hand, and whispered with a fawning smile.

The enforcement team captain weighed the spirit stone in his hand, glanced at the half-dead rogue cultivator on the ground, and coldly uttered, "Don't kill anyone. Wash the blood off the ground."

After saying that, he led his men away.

This scene gave Zheng Yifei a thorough understanding of the security situation in Sujiafang City.

The rules here are the "Su family rules".

The Su family only cared about two things: first, the market's tax revenue; second, preventing any major incidents such as public murders that could cause widespread riots.

As long as you don't cross these two lines, and instead engage in shady dealings and gang warfare in the shadows, the law enforcement team will simply turn a blind eye.

The Su family is like a high and mighty house. As long as you pay your table fee on time, the house doesn't care how cheating or fighting happens under the table.

As a result, a large number of gangs emerged in the market.

The four districts, located in the east, west, south, and north, are each controlled by a powerful and intertwined criminal gang: the "Blood Wolf Gang" in the east, the "Iron Fist Gang" in the west, the "Viper Gang" in the south, and the "Mad Blade Society" in the north.

The leaders of these four gangs are said to be ruthless characters at the ninth level of Qi Refining, with hundreds of thugs under their command, making a living by collecting protection money, lending money at exorbitant interest rates, and running gambling dens and brothels.

Of course, they had to pay a very hefty "peace tax" to the Su family every month.

After obtaining this information, Zheng Yifei focused his attention on the gambling den.

There are a total of five large-scale gambling dens in the entire Sujiafang market.

The largest one, called "Chang Sheng Gambling House," is located in the most bustling central area of ​​the market and was personally opened by the direct descendants of the Su family.

Zheng Yifei went to the entrance and took a look around. The scene was like a palace. There were four guards at the eighth level of Qi Refining standing at the entrance. You needed to check your assets to enter. If you didn't have more than one hundred low-grade spirit stones, you wouldn't even be allowed to enter the gate.

It includes not only the usual dice games and beast battles, but also "blind box opening" and "spiritual vein gambling" for high-level cultivators.

Without a doubt, Changsheng Casino has the highest level of security.

Zheng Yifei even sensed a faint fluctuation of divine sense above the gambling den's gate—it was a second-tier array called the "Spirit Detection Array," specifically designed to detect whether cultivators possessed forbidden magical artifacts or concealment talismans.

Zheng Yifei decisively abandoned the idea of ​​going to Changsheng Casino immediately.

The concealment talisman is useless there; it's easy to be targeted.

His target was four other companies.

These are gambling dens run by the four major gangs in their respective territories.

These four gambling dens were not small in scale, but because they had a triad background, they were a mixed bag with low barriers to entry, attracting all sorts of people from all walks of life.

More importantly, gangsters glorify violence, and their technological defenses and formations are nowhere near as sophisticated as those of the Su family.

On the third night, Zheng Yifei returned to Yunshui Inn.

He lit the oil lamp, took out a piece of oiled paper and a piece of charcoal pencil from his bundle, and spread them out on the table.

The charcoal pencil moved quickly across the paper, and soon a simple map of Sujiafang Market appeared. He marked the locations of the five gambling dens with circles, and then put a huge X over the "Chang Sheng Gambling Den" in the central area.

Then, his pen stopped at the "Grand Casino" in the East District.

This is a property of the Blood Wolf Gang. This afternoon, he spent an hour "observing" it in the lobby on the first floor of the Grand Casino.

The gambling den at Datong was extremely popular, but it was also a chaotic place filled with smoke and shouts.

The gambling games are much more varied than those in Heishan Market. In addition to the most basic "guess the size", there are also "Pai Gow" and "Spirit Beast Fighting".

Zheng Yifei didn't place a bet; he kept observing.

He observed the range of muscle tremors in the croupier's wrist as he shook the dice;

Observe the degree to which the material of the gambling table shields one's spiritual sense;

Observe the positions of the thugs around the hall and the points where their lines of sight intersect;

They even observed the blind spots of the dilapidated "image-recording array" on the ceiling.

"The image-recording formation is outdated, with two blind spots in the northwest and southeast corners."

"The dice cup used by the dealer to roll the dice is made of first-grade low-level divine wood, which can shield the divine sense of a Foundation Establishment cultivator. However, the dice themselves are just ordinary spiritual bone that has been polished, and their weight has a slight deviation."

"The thugs change shifts every half hour, and there is a three-breath gap in attention during the handover."

As Zheng Yifei recalled the events, he wrote down these fatal flaws on paper with a charcoal pencil.

In the eyes of cultivators, the Datong Gambling Game was impregnable, with a master at the late stage of Qi Refining guarding the place and magical artifacts that could isolate divine sense.

But in the eyes of a top conman who had won countless casinos in Las Vegas in his previous life, this gambling den was like a leaky sieve.

The arrogance of cultivators lies in their excessive reliance on spiritual power and divine sense.

They believed that as long as the divine sense was shielded by the sacred wood, no one would be able to know the number on the dice;

They believed that as long as there were no fluctuations in spiritual energy, no one could cheat in full view of others.

They simply don't understand what "micro-management skills" or "identifying shapes by sound" means.

"A Foundation Establishment Pill that costs 50,000 spirit stones."

This is a despairing number.

But Zheng Yifei's lips curled into a cold smile.

His blood was slightly hot, and that long-lost gambler's excitement was rising up his spine.

Fifty thousand spirit stones, relying on farming, would take five thousand years.

Making a living by escorting goods requires risking your life for hundreds of lifetimes.

But at the gambling table, as long as the odds are right and the principal can grow, it might only take a few nights.