I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Ouyang Tian sat to the side, not saying a word the whole time, but just looking at Zheng Yifei and nodding slightly.

"Let's go."

Ouyang Tian stood up, took a step forward, and appeared directly in front of Zheng Yifei and the others.

With a wave of his sleeve, a gentle spiritual energy enveloped Zheng Yifei, Su Wanqing, Zhao Ling, and the others.

"Old ghost Murong, I'll come find you in a month."

As soon as Ouyang Tian left those words, the space around him distorted.

The next moment, Zheng Yifei and the others felt a blur before their eyes, and the surrounding scenery instantly became indistinct.

Space travel.

When their vision cleared again, they were already standing in front of the main hall of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Ye Tianqiong was already waiting at the entrance of the main hall. When he saw Ouyang Tian and Zheng Yifei appear, he immediately went to greet them.

"Elder Sect Master, Young Master Zheng."

Ye Tianqiong clasped his hands in a salute.

Ouyang Tian waved his hand: "Tianqiong, ask Yifei about the situation of Xuantian Sect. I still need to go to the forbidden area in the back mountain to continue to improve the array diagram of the teleportation array. Do not let anyone disturb me within this month."

"You and Zheng Yifei should discuss and handle matters outside."

After saying that, Ouyang Tian didn't linger. His figure transformed into a streak of gray light and sped towards the back mountain.

Ye Tianqiong watched Ouyang Tian's departing figure, then turned around and looked at Zheng Yifei, a hint of undisguised shock flashing in his eyes.

He could clearly sense that Zheng Yifei's aura had undergone a tremendous change.

Although Zheng Yifei's cultivation level appeared to be the same as his, both at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, the hidden spiritual energy fluctuations within Zheng Yifei's body gave him, the current sect leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, an instinctive sense of danger.

What alarmed him even more was that Su Wanqing, Zhao Ling, Li Jianfeng, and Wang Changsheng behind Zheng Yifei were all at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

This group of people went to the Xuantian Sect and were completely transformed.

"Young Master Zheng, everyone, please follow me."

Ye Tianqiong put aside his thoughts and politely welcomed everyone into the main hall.

Zheng Yifei instructed Su Wanqing to take Zhao Ling and the others to the guest rooms arranged by the Heavenly Demon Sect to rest and consolidate their newly broken-through realm.

Xu Muyao was also pulled away by Zhao Ling to familiarize herself with the environment of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Inside the main hall, only Zheng Yifei and Ye Tianqiong remained.

"Want to go to the back hill for a cup of tea?"

Night Sky made the suggestion.

"it is good."

Zheng Yifei nodded.

Behind the Heavenly Demon Sect's mountain stands a pavilion perched on the edge of a cliff. Below the cliff churns black demonic energy, yet the pavilion's interior is decorated with remarkable elegance.

Ye Tianqiong personally boiled water and brewed tea.

Ye Tianqiong pushed a cup of pitch-black tea in front of Zheng Yifei.

Zheng Yifei picked up his teacup and took a sip. The cool sensation of the tea rushed into his mind, clearing his head.

"Good tea."

Zheng Yifei put down his teacup and looked at Ye Tianqiong: "Sect Leader Ye, you didn't just call me for tea, did you?"

Ye Tianqiong smiled but did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked Zheng Yifei up and down.

"Brother Zheng, I heard from the old sect master that you withstood the final tribulation lightning strike in the Spirit Wind's Eye?"

Ye Tianqiong's tone carried a hint of probing.

"I was lucky, and because of my special physical condition, I managed to pull through."

Zheng Yifei answered casually.

"I think it's more than just luck."

Ye Tianqiong stood up, walked to the edge of the pavilion, and looked at the churning demonic energy below: "Your aura is now so strong that even I can't see through it. To be honest, I'm very curious about just how strong you are at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

Zheng Yifei also stood up and walked to Ye Tianqiong's side: "Sect Leader Ye, would you like to give it a try?"

That's exactly what I was thinking.

Ye Tianqiong turned his head, a hint of fighting spirit igniting in his eyes: "Let's stop here. I want to see just how strong someone is who can help a Nascent Soul cultivator share the burden of tribulation lightning."

"Can."

Zheng Yifei did not refuse. He also needed a suitable opponent to test his true combat strength after his breakthrough.

The two did not leave the pavilion, but simply kept a distance of three zhang between them.

Without further ado, Ye Tianqiong made the first move.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and an extremely pure black demonic energy surged from his palm, transforming into a huge black ghost claw that, with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, headed straight for Zheng Yifei's face.

This is the ultimate technique of the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Heavenly Demon Cloud-Piercing Hand.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of his cultivation, Ye Tianqiong's attack, though not using his full strength, was enough to instantly and severely injure an ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Zheng Yifei stood still, neither dodging nor using any magical weapons.

He simply raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and gently pointed forward – the Spiritual Finger.

There were no fancy movements, nor any flashes of five-colored light.

The instant Zheng Yifei pointed his finger, a purple lightning bolt, only as thick as a hair, appeared out of thin air.

The lightning bolt appeared weak, but the moment it appeared, a strong smell of burning filled the surrounding air.

"laugh!"

The extremely thin purple lightning bolts collided with the enormous black demonic claw.

There was no violent explosion, nor any surge of spiritual energy.

The purple lightning bolt was like a red-hot steel needle piercing a piece of butter. The black ghost claw disintegrated from the inside the moment it touched the lightning. The demonic energy melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating.

The purple lightning continued its trajectory without slowing down, stopping just an inch in front of Ye Tianqiong's brow.

The arcs of electricity leaping across the lightning caused a cold sweat to instantly bead up on Ye Tianqiong's forehead.

He could sense that if the lightning bolt moved even an inch further, the absolute law of destruction it contained would instantly pierce through his sea of ​​consciousness.

Zheng Yifei withdrew his finger, and the purple lightning vanished into thin air.

The pavilion returned to calm.

Ye Tianqiong stood there, stunned for a full ten breaths.

He knew Zheng Yifei was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

My tentative attack was effortlessly neutralized by my opponent, who then countered it instantly.

That purple lightning bolt did not contain pure spiritual pressure, but rather a higher-dimensional force—rules.

"Lightning Rules"

Ye Tianqiong took a deep breath, shook his head with a wry smile: "You integrated the power of the Heavenly Tribulation into your own spiritual power."

"Having sat through two 49-day periods of lightning tribulation, I must have learned something."

Zheng Yifei sat back down at the stone table, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Ye Tianqiong also sat down, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Zheng Yifei had completely changed.

If he previously regarded Zheng Yifei as a highly talented ally, now he has placed Zheng Yifei on a completely equal, or even higher, position.

"I lost."

Ye Tianqiong frankly admitted: "Below the Nascent Soul stage, no one in the Southern Wilderness Region is your match. Even if Qin Cang were standing in front of you now, you would not be your match, and you might even be able to kill him."

"Killing Qin Cang is not difficult."

Zheng Yifei put down his teacup, his gaze becoming profound: "The difficult part is how to deal with the more than 160 Nascent Soul cultivators of the Xuantian Sect after killing him. No matter how strong I am, my spiritual power is limited. Once they form an array and surround me, they can wear me down to death."

Ye Tianqiong nodded, his expression turning serious.

"This is the real reason I invited you for tea today."

Ye Tianqiong lowered his voice: "The old sect master and Murong Hao will leave in a month. This month is the ceasefire period. After a month, the ceasefire order will be invalid."

A cold killing intent flashed in Ye Tianqiong's eyes: "On the day Sect Master Ouyang underwent his tribulation, Qin Cang led the people of Xuantian Sect to slaughter three thousand disciples of my Heavenly Demon Sect's outer sect, steal the output of our four spiritual veins, and destroy half of Heavenly Demon City."

"The Heavenly Demon Sect has been holding onto this blood debt for far too long."

Ye Tianqiong clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking: "One month from now, as soon as the old sect leader leaves, I will mobilize the entire sect to launch a full-scale war against the Xuantian Sect. This is not a skirmish, not a test, but a war to annihilate the sect."