I run a casino in the immortal realm.

The lobby on the first floor is extremely spacious, covering over a thousand square meters, and contains dozens of huge gambling tables.

The air was thick with the smell of cheap cigarettes, the stench of sweat, and the frenzied shouts of gamblers.

This place mainly serves low-level cultivators in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages, and the currency in circulation is primarily silver coins.

Zheng Yifei walked to the counter where the chips were exchanged, took out a cloth bag from his pocket and threw it over: "Exchange for chips worth five thousand silver coins."

Holding a small handful of black chips representing one hundred silver coins each, Zheng Yifei led Wei Jun slowly to a dice game table.

Sic Bo, also known as betting on big or small, is the simplest, most straightforward, and most popular game among low-stakes gamblers.

The bookmaker was a glamorous woman dressed provocatively, and her methods were extremely skillful.

She swept three dice, made from the bones of a second-tier demon beast, into a specially made soundproof cup, held the bottom of the cup in both hands, and shook it violently in the air.

"Splash—splash—"

The sound of the bone dice striking the sides of the cup was crisp yet chaotic.

The gamblers around him had bloodshot eyes, staring intently at the black cup, as if trying to see right through it.

Zheng Yifei stood on the periphery of the crowd, arms crossed over his chest, and slowly closed his eyes.

After losing consciousness, his hearing was amplified to the extreme.

Filtering out the shouts and breathing of the gamblers around him, and even the clinking of the jade bracelet on the dealer's wrist, his world consisted only of the trajectory of the three bone dice rolling inside the cup.

In the secret manuals of the Thousand Doors in my previous life, listening to the dice was a fundamental skill.

The six sides of a die have different numbers of dots, and the weight of the material removed from them varies, with one dot being the heaviest and six dots being the lightest.

When they collide and land inside the cup, the frequencies of the sounds they produce have extremely slight differences.

This difference is indistinguishable to ordinary people, but to a conman like Zheng Yifei, it is as clear as a beacon in the darkness.

"Bang!"

The dealer slammed the cup down on the table and shouted, "Place your bets now!"

Gamblers placed their chips on the "big" or "small" areas, while others gambled on the higher odds of a triple or specific points.

Zheng Yifei opened his eyes and, without any hesitation, threw the five black chips in his hand into the "small" area, precisely placing them on the "113" number square.

Wei Jun watched from the sidelines, swallowing hard. That was five hundred silver coins! Half a month's salary, just thrown away so casually.

Moreover, the bets are on specific points, and although the odds are as high as 1 to 10, the probability of winning is too low.

"Open! 113, 5 o'clock, small!"

The dealer lifted the lid of the cup and loudly proclaimed.

A chorus of wails and cheers erupted from the crowd.

Wei Jun stared wide-eyed as the dealer pushed fifty black chips in front of Zheng Yifei, his face full of disbelief.

"Keep it."

Zheng Yifei didn't even turn his head, and simply gave the order.

Wei Jun rushed forward and hurriedly grabbed the chips into his arms.

Next, Zheng Yifei played three more rounds at this table.

He didn't win every hand; instead, he deliberately lost one hand and won two, but each time he won, he placed an extremely large bet.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he won 10,000 silver coins at this table.

"Let's go, let's get another one."

Zheng Yifei showed no greed and turned to walk towards another Pai Gow table a dozen meters away.

Wei Jun, clutching the heavy chips, followed closely behind like a lackey, his heart pounding like a drum.

For the next half hour, Zheng Yifei moved like a ghost between the various gambling tables in the lobby on the first floor.

He had played Sic Bo, Pai Gow, and Fan Tan.

He placed each bet so casually, sometimes without even glancing at the screen. Yet his winning probability was frighteningly high.

There are four or five hundred gamblers and dozens of tables on the first floor, with a daily turnover of millions of silver coins.

Zheng Yifei's hit-and-run tactic was like a drop of water merging into the ocean, completely escaping the notice of the gambling den's sentries and managers.

In their view, this was just a slightly luckier individual, wandering around different tables.

Half an hour later, Zheng Yifei stopped at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor.

Wei Jun stood behind him, his arms already overflowing with coins, and he was also carrying two cloth bags filled with red chips representing a face value of one thousand silver coins.

"Young master, how much have we won?"

Wei Jun's voice was trembling.

"One hundred thousand."

Zheng Yifei spoke calmly, as if he had won not money, but a pile of worthless paper.

One hundred thousand silver coins! Wei Jun gasped in shock.

Having worked as a constable for over a decade, he had never dealt with so much money at once. His awe of Zheng Yifei rose to a new level. This man was not only a ruthless killer, but also a master at making money! This luck was simply heaven-defying.

"Go to the counter and exchange all these chips for banknotes."

Zheng Yifei instructed, "Bringing so many chips is too conspicuous."

"yes!"

Wei Jun quickly ran to the counter.

Before long, Wei Jun ran back with a stack of silver notes that smelled faintly of ink; they were all large bills with a face value of one thousand.

"Young master, we're all changed. Shall we go back now?"

Wei Jun felt he had already made enough money tonight.

"Go back? This is just the warm-up."

Zheng Yifei glanced at him and stepped onto the wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

The hustle and bustle on the first floor seemed to be shut out the moment they stepped onto the second floor, as if by an invisible barrier.

The environment on the second floor was completely different from that on the first floor. The floor was covered with a thick carpet of monster fur, which made no sound when you stepped on it.

The air was filled with the calming and invigorating scent of sandalwood. The space here was no smaller than the first floor, but it only contained eight large gambling tables made of rosewood.

Those who could go up to the second floor were either rich or noble, mostly prominent figures in Liuhua County, or merchants from other places.

There were far fewer people here, only a couple hundred, but the atmosphere was much more oppressive and tense.

Here, betting is no longer done with heavy metal coins, but with silver notes, or even gold notes.

Zheng Yifei led Wei Jun and quietly circled the arena.

The gameplay here is similar to that on the first floor, but the dealer's methods are clearly much more sophisticated.

Zheng Yifei keenly sensed that many of the dealers on the second floor were martial arts practitioners who had cultivated special techniques. Their hand speed was faster, their control over power was more precise, and they could even change the final number of the dice by using extremely subtle internal force when shaking the dice.

To cultivators who have isolated their divine senses, this method seems flawless.

But in Zheng Yifei's eyes, this master swindler was full of flaws, because as long as it was controlled by humans, there must be a pattern to follow.

Zheng Yifei finally stopped at a gambling table where people were playing a game called "Guess the Suit".

This is a game similar to poker in my previous life. It uses a special jade card set of thirty-six cards, divided into four suits. After the dealer shuffles the cards, they are placed face down on the table, and the gamblers bet on the suit of the next card.

The dealer at this table is a thin, old man with a mustache.

His fingers were long and calloused, and his shuffling of the cards was so smooth and fluid that it was dazzling.

Zheng Yifei didn't rush to place a bet, but stood aside and quietly watched more than a dozen rounds.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils reflecting the old man's every move as he shuffled the cards.

He noticed that when the old man was shuffling the cards, his right little finger would always inadvertently scrape the edge of a certain type of jade card.

This is an extremely subtle, habitual action, so subtle that even the old man himself might not have noticed it.

But for Zheng Yifei, that was enough.

"Wei Jun, bring out ten thousand silver notes."

Zheng Yifei said in a low voice.

Wei Jun quickly pulled out a silver note with a face value of ten thousand and handed it over.

The old man had just finished shuffling the cards and placed a stack of jade tablets face down on the table.

Zheng Yifei gently pushed the 10,000 silver notes to the area representing the "Azure Dragon" pattern.

Several wealthy merchants around him glanced at him, but no one spoke. Here, a bet of ten thousand silver notes was commonplace.

The old man flipped over the top jade plaque—a blue dragon pattern.

"Azure Dragon, pay double."

The old man expressionlessly handed over ten thousand silver notes.

Zheng Yifei gave ten silver coins as payment, but instead of taking back his initial investment, he pushed the ten thousand he won, along with his initial investment, into the "White Tiger" area.

Twenty thousand.

The old man flipped a card – a white tiger stripe.

forty thousand.

80,000.

160,000.

Zheng Yifei was like an emotionless betting machine, always betting all his principal and winnings.

He not only saw through the old man's pattern of shuffling the cards, but also took advantage of the old man's psychological blind spots.

As the stakes increase, the old man, in order to control the situation, becomes more reliant on the cards he has marked, which makes Zheng Yifei's predictions more accurate.

When Zheng Yifei pushed the 320,000 silver notes into the "Vermilion Bird" area, the entire gambling table was completely silent.