I run a casino in the immortal realm.

He was looking for a casino.

He quickly spotted his target.

Liuhua County was extremely prosperous in commerce, with many merchants from the north and south and independent cultivators who lived on the edge of death. In such a place, gambling dens were naturally an indispensable place for entertainment.

Zheng Yifei went into two medium-sized gambling dens in succession.

The gamblers, their eyes bloodshot, surrounded the gambling table, shouting and yelling.

The gameplay is also very traditional, with the most popular game always being dice rolling, betting on big or small, odd or even, or specific numbers.

The bookmaker was skilled and occasionally used some covert methods to cheat, but they were all exposed under Zheng Yifei's watchful eye.

However, the gambling tables in both casinos only had loose gold and silver coins circulating, and the amount of money was too small. Zheng Yifei lost interest after watching for a while.

Until he reached the south of the city, he saw a building called "Sihai Gambling House".

This gambling den occupied half the street, was three stories high, and had its exterior painted vermilion. A row of huge red lanterns hung at the entrance, illuminating the entire street as bright as day.

Eight burly guards, all dressed in black, stood at the entrance. They were all at the late Foundation Establishment stage and their sharp eyes scanned everyone who came in or out.

Zheng Yifei straightened his clothes, fanned himself with a folding fan, and stepped inside.

Upon entering, one immediately senses an atmosphere completely different from the two gambling dens outside.

There was no smoky, unpleasant smell here. Expensive incense burned in the hall, and the floor was covered with thick carpets that made no sound when you walked on them.

Although the gamblers were also excited, most of them were well-dressed, either rich or noble, and there were even quite a few cultivators wearing various sect robes.

Dozens of huge sandalwood gambling tables were set up in the hall, and each table was surrounded by people.

Zheng Yifei walked to a table where people were playing dice, squeezed into the crowd, and quietly began to observe.

On the gambling tables here, there are no chips or mountains of gold and silver coins; instead, there are stacks of beautifully printed banknotes.

"Place your bet now! Open!"

The dealer was a young woman in a tight-fitting long dress. Her movements were extremely clean and efficient. She lifted the dice cup and loudly announced the result: "Four, five, six, fifteen points, big!"

A sigh and cheers immediately erupted from the table.

Zheng Yifei stared intently at the banknotes.

When he was buying things at the general store earlier, the shopkeeper mentioned that these were "dragon tickets" issued uniformly by the Ministry of Revenue of the Imperial Court.

The Eastern Continent has a vast territory and frequent trade in bulk commodities. If each transaction required hundreds of thousands or millions of gold coins, it would not only be cumbersome and troublesome to count, but also very expensive.

Therefore, the imperial court issued these dragon-themed stamps.

Dragon tickets are divided into two types: gold tickets and silver tickets.

The gold notes were printed with golden dragon patterns and came in denominations of ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, and one hundred thousand gold.

The silver notes were printed with silver and phoenix patterns, and the face values ​​were also divided into ten silver, one hundred silver, one thousand silver, ten thousand silver, and one hundred thousand gold.

Zheng Yifei carefully examined a hundred-gold dragon ticket on the table.

This paper is not ordinary paper; it is made from the bark of a spiritual tree mixed with various other materials, making it impervious to water and fire and extremely resilient.

The paper not only has a complex watermark, but also a square mark in the very center that emits a faint spiritual energy fluctuation.

Those were anti-counterfeiting seals engraved by the Ministry of Revenue of the Imperial Court using a special array. Each dragon ticket had a slightly different seal, similar to a code, which ordinary people could not forge. If it was forcibly cracked, the dragon ticket would spontaneously combust.

These dragon-themed notes were a form of hard currency in the Tianlong Dynasty and even in several surrounding countries, and could be exchanged for cash at any official bank throughout the country.

"This is good stuff."

Zheng Yifei secretly admired him.

He watched the gamblers at the table, casually tossing away several hundred or even thousand gold coins worth of dragon tickets. Each round's wins and losses hovered around several thousand or even tens of thousands of gold coins.

The VIP rooms on the second and third floors are temporarily inaccessible, and the stakes are sure to be even more terrifying.

As long as there are gambling dens and as long as there is such a large amount of circulating currency, Zheng Yifei will never lack money.

In his previous life on Earth, he was a top-tier gambling king who was proficient in all kinds of cheating techniques; in the Southern Wilderness, he used this skill to change the landscape of the sect.

Now, having arrived in Liuhua County of Dongshenzhou, this Sihai Gambling House is, in his eyes, simply an ATM with its doors wide open and no defenses.

He stood by the table for a full half hour, learning everything clearly about the dealer's dice-rolling technique, the gambling den's commission rate, and the distribution of hidden sentries around the area.

But he didn't rush to leave the field.

Although he is currently a legal immigrant from abroad, his roots are too shallow. Before he officially enters the county government and puts on the official robes, winning a huge sum of money in such a large gambling den could easily attract unnecessary trouble.

The fact that Sihai Casino can operate on such a large scale means that it must be backed by one of the three major families or a powerful figure in the government. Rushing into someone else's territory could easily lead to trouble.

"No rush, let the pigs be fattened up before slaughtering them. Once Wang Bo has finished his business, I'll come and have some fun with you guys."

Zheng Yifei curled his lips into a cold smile, turned around, and walked out of the Sihai Casino without looking back.

It was completely dark outside, and colorful psionic lanterns lit up the streets. I glanced at the sky, quickened my pace, and headed towards Qingpingfang.

When Zheng Yifei pushed open the gate to his own courtyard, he was stunned for a moment.

The once dilapidated and dusty courtyard has now been completely transformed.

The bluestone slabs on the ground were washed until they were spotless, even reflecting the moonlight. The doors and windows of the main house were wiped clean, and the torn window paper had been carefully replaced with new paper.

The two dried-up water tanks were refilled with clean water, and even the weeds in the corner of the yard were cleared away.

Passing through the alley to the back courtyard, the place has changed drastically.

The doors to the study and bedroom were open, and the furniture inside was polished to a shine, radiating the natural luster of the wood.

Su Wanqing was standing in the middle of the courtyard, holding a rag in her hand, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

Her once spotless blue dress was now covered in dust, her sleeves were rolled up high, and a few strands of hair clung to her cheeks. She looked somewhat disheveled, but exuded an unprecedented sense of authenticity.

"I'm back."

Hearing the door open, Su Wanqing turned her head and looked at Zheng Yifei. A faint smile appeared on her usually cold face, as if the ice and snow had just melted.

"You really did it all by yourself."

Zheng Yifei strode over, took out a clean towel from his storage ring, and handed it to her naturally: "Quickly wipe your sweat, go take a shower and change your clothes. I bought some new clothes and put them on the bed in the main room."

Su Wanqing took the towel, her fingers inadvertently touching the back of Zheng Yifei's hand. She paused slightly, then replied softly, "Okay."

She turned and walked towards the room, but stopped halfway there and glanced back at Zheng Yifei: "I just checked the kitchen. I cleaned the stove and chopped some firewood, which I put in the corner."

"Okay, leave the rest to me."

Zheng Yifei smiled and waved the storage bag in his hand.

After Su Wanqing entered the house, Zheng Yifei turned around and went into the kitchen on the left.

The kitchen was large, with a stove made of blue bricks and two large iron pots on it. Zheng Yifei skillfully started a fire and washed the newly bought pots and pans.

Then he began to prepare the ingredients.

The flesh of the second-tier demon beast was firm. Zheng Yifei used a knife to cut it into even thin slices and marinated it with cooking wine and a little spirit salt.

He removed the scales and entrails from the spirit fish, made a few cuts on its body, stuffed it with scallions and ginger, and chopped various spirit vegetables into neat sections and shreds.

In his past life, he was a foodie, so his cooking skills were naturally excellent.

When I was in the Southern Wilderness, I spent most of my time gambling, fleeing, and cultivating, and rarely had time to sit down and cook a meal.

But now, in this completely unfamiliar Eastern Continent, in this courtyard that belongs to the two of them, the sound of chopping vegetables and the crackling of burning firewood gave him a long-lost sense of peace.