I run a casino in the immortal realm.

I paid for another day's room.

Zheng Yifei returned to his room, closed and bolted the door, and took out the round-faced mask of a man in his thirties from his bundle. He carefully applied it to the bronze mirror. He used spiritual adhesive to smooth every edge of the brow bone, nose, and jawline, ensuring that no flaws could be seen even up close.

He changed into a new navy blue robe and became a slightly wealthy small business owner.

He didn't use a concealment talisman, and his cultivation level was at the fourth level, which wasn't too low.

After leaving the inn, walk north along the main street of the East District for two alleys, and you can see the sign of Datong Casino in the distance.

The three-story wooden and stone building had two thugs at the sixth level of Qi Refining standing at the entrance, their hands on their hips, their eyes lazily sweeping over each gambler who entered.

Zheng Yifei walked in with his head down. The thug glanced at him but didn't stop him.

The lobby on the first floor was filled with smoke and noise, almost enough to lift the roof off.

Ten gambling tables were set up, with gamblers leaning over the edges, clutching spirit coins in their hands, their faces flushed red, shouting "Big," "Small," "Odd," and "Even."

Zheng Yifei glanced at it.

The gamblers were all low-level cultivators: spirit farmers, porters, and small vendors. Most of them were below the fourth level of Qi Refining. The gambling table was piled with handfuls of spirit coins, with the occasional glint of a few low-grade spirit stones, but not many.

He didn't stop and went straight to the stairwell.

A thug, at the fifth level of Qi Refining, was standing at the top of the stairs, picking his teeth against the wall.

"The minimum bet on the second floor is one low-grade spirit stone. Do you have one?"

Zheng Yifei took out ten spirit stones from his storage bag at his waist and waved them in his palm.

The thug glanced at it and stepped aside to make way.

Once you get to the second floor, the air is immediately different.

The first floor is a vegetable market, while the second floor resembles a proper gambling den.

The floor was paved with slightly worn bluestone bricks, and the lights were bright but not glaring. Six large gambling tables were arranged in a semi-circle, with about a dozen gamblers around each table. In the corner, there were two smaller tables where people were playing Pai Gow, but there were only three or four people there.

The gamblers' class has clearly improved.

These people were not dressed in luxurious clothes, but they were no longer wearing coarse cloth and short tunics; they were dressed in silk, fine cotton, and leather armor.

Their auras were generally above the fourth level of Qi Refining. Zheng Yifei even sensed two auras at the ninth level of Qi Refining, one sitting at a dominoes table against the wall and the other standing by a gambling table watching the game.

Zheng Yifei wasn't in a hurry. He leaned against a pillar on the second floor, pretending to be a novice observing, his gaze slowly sweeping over each gambling table.

First, guess the size.

Three gambling tables were occupied by a game of guessing high or low. The table against the east wall had the fewest people, with only seven or eight gamblers. The dealer was a short man with a dark face, at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and his movements as he shook the dice cup looked crisp and clean.

Zheng Yifei stood there for fifteen minutes.

During that time, the dealer played eleven rounds, six big and five small, which seemed normal. But Zheng Yifei's ears picked up on something unusual.

In the fourth and ninth rounds, the dealer changed the dice rolls just before lifting the lid of the pot.

Ordinary people can't tell the difference at all, and even cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining might not be able to distinguish it.

But Zheng Yifei is capable.

In his previous life, he spent three years training his ears to distinguish the differences in the sound of each face of a die landing in an underground casino in Las Vegas.

The one-dot and six-dot faces of a die have slightly different centers of gravity due to the different number of grooves removed, resulting in a difference of a few tenths of a hertz in the frequency of the sound waves produced when the die lands.

This dealer is clearly using some method—perhaps subtle manipulation of spiritual power, or perhaps a mechanism inside the dice cup—to change the dice rolls in the crucial rounds.

In the fourth round, a large bet was placed on "Big", but the result was "Small". In the ninth round, a large bet was placed on "Small", but the result was "Big".

Both hands were won by the banker.

The frequency of cheating is not high; only two tricks were used in eleven rounds, making it extremely difficult to detect.

This platform is not to be touched, not because I can't beat it, but because it's not worth it.

If he wins repeatedly against a cheating bookmaker, the bookmaker will immediately suspect that someone is cheating against him, which will attract the attention of the manager and thugs on the second floor, causing endless trouble.

Zheng Yifei withdrew his gaze and turned to the betting table where people guessed whether it was odd or even.

There were two tables for guessing odd or even numbers, and he chose the one with more people.

More people means less attention, making it harder for the dealer to manage, thus giving them more room to maneuver.

The table was surrounded by fourteen or fifteen gamblers. The dealer was a tall, thin man in his forties, at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He had a calm demeanor and skillful techniques. There were two dice in the dice cup. After shaking them and placing them on the table, the cup was lifted to reveal the numbers. If the sum of the two dice was odd, it was "odd"; if it was even, it was "even".

Zheng Yifei stood by the table and observed the six hands.

My ears picked up on every sound of the dice hitting the ground; all six rounds were normal, with no signs of cheating.

The dice have an evenly distributed center of gravity and land randomly, making it a standard fair game.

You can play here.

He waited until the seventh hand before placing his bet.

The first move involved taking out ten spirit stones and steadily pushing them into the "single" area.

The dice cup was placed on the table and then overturned.

Four o'clock and three o'clock, totaling seven o'clock, single.

The dealer, expressionless, pushed over nine spirit stones, and one spirit stone was taken as payment.

Zheng Yifei's face showed joy, but not excessively; it was the kind of smug satisfaction a small vendor might feel after winning a round.

On the second hand, he placed another ten bets, this time betting on "even".

Open the cup. Two o'clock and five o'clock. Total seven o'clock, odd.

Lost.

Zheng Yifei frowned, feigning concern, and muttered, "Bad luck."

The third move: bet 20 yuan, bet on "single".

win.

The fourth move: bet ten dollars, betting on "even".

win.

The fifth bet is 15 yuan, and it's a single bet.

lose.

Wins and losses alternated naturally. Zheng Yifei strictly controlled his win rate, keeping it below 60%, but each time he won, the amount he lost was slightly larger than the amount he won in each round.

When you win, bet 20 or 30; when you lose, bet 10 or 15.

The difference is so small that the market maker wouldn't even notice it, but when accumulated, the profit grows slowly and steadily.

In his past life, he called this "ants moving house".

Bets were placed and settled one by one. Gamblers came and went around them. Some laughed heartily when they won, while others smashed the table with red eyes after losing.

Zheng Yifei was the least noticeable one among them.

On one occasion, he bet all thirty spirit stones on "even," and a fat man in a brocade robe next to him also bet fifty.

Open the cup, double, won.

The fat man slapped his thigh excitedly: "Brother, you have a good eye! I was right to bet with you!"

Zheng Yifei chuckled, revealing a simple and honest expression: "Just kidding, just kidding."

He deliberately bet against the direction in the next round and lost ten spirit stones.

The fat guy also lost twenty yuan and immediately started cursing, "Damn it, I shouldn't have followed you last time."

From then on, no one followed his bets anymore.

This is the effect Zheng Yifei wanted.

He doesn't need anyone's attention, he doesn't need anyone's follow-up, and he doesn't need anyone to remember his face.

He spent nearly two hours working on this table all morning.

During the period, the dealer changed shifts once. The new dealer was younger, at the sixth level of Qi Refining. His technique was slightly rougher than the previous one, but he still did not cheat.

Taking advantage of the break when the dealer changed, Zheng Yifei pretended to go to the restroom and quickly counted the spirit stones in a corner of the corridor.

I earned 217 yuan.

The profit is much higher than that of a single transaction in Heishan Market, but considering the much larger circulation of spirit stones in Sujia Market, two hundred spirit stones wouldn't even make a splash here.

enough.

Zheng Yifei returned to the gambling table and played three more rounds, losing one and winning two, ensuring that his final impression before leaving was "average luck," before dusting himself off and standing up.

"I'm not playing anymore, my luck is bad, I'll try again another day."

He waved to the gamblers next to him, looking dejected, and walked towards the stairwell with the spirit stones in his pocket.

As he passed the table where people were cheating at guessing games, he glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

The short, dark-skinned dealer was shaking the dice cup, and there was a very subtle, unnatural twitch in the muscles of his wrist.

They're up to no good again.

Zheng Yifei withdrew his gaze, went downstairs, passed through the smoky hall on the first floor, and exited the Datong Casino.

The sunlight was so bright that he squinted.

I walked around two turns in the alleys of the East District to make sure there were no followers behind me.

My first site visit yielded a profit of over two hundred yuan, took two hours, and went unnoticed by anyone.

A perfect start.

Zheng Yifei carefully put away the spirit stones and walked back to the inn along the alley. On the way, he passed a stall selling steamed buns and bought three spirit-flour steamed buns for five spirit coins, eating them as he walked.

It's time to rent a place; we can't keep staying in guesthouses.