I run a casino in the immortal realm.

All the gamblers stopped betting and stared intently at Zheng Yifei and the gaunt old man.

A fine layer of cold sweat had already seeped onto the old man's forehead.

He had shuffled cards his whole life and had never encountered anything so strange.

This young man won five games in a row, and he went all in on each one, which can't be explained by luck alone.

But he dared not refuse to deal the cards, because the rule of Sihai Casino was that it was open for business and the dealer had to accept the challenge as long as the customer did not cheat.

Moreover, he was certain that the other party had not used any magic within this spirit-suppressing array.

The old man took a deep breath, his fingers trembling slightly, and pinched the top jade tablet.

He tried to determine the suit of the card by touch, but he found that his usually reliable intuition was now in complete disarray.

He gritted his teeth and suddenly flipped open the jade tablet.

Red bird pattern. Vermilion Bird.

"Whoosh—"

A murmur of surprise erupted from the crowd.

Six hundred and forty thousand silver notes!

Wei Jun stood behind Zheng Yifei, feeling his calves cramping and his breath almost stopping.

Six hundred and forty thousand silver notes, how much money is that? He wouldn't even dare to dream of such a lot of money!

The old man was pale and looked pleadingly at a hidden sentry in the corner of the second floor.

Zheng Yifei keenly caught the old man's gaze.

He knew that the time was right; if he won too much at a single table on the second floor, it would definitely attract the attention of the casino's higher-ups.

Although he is not afraid of trouble now, he doesn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

He reached out and pulled out 140,000 silver notes from the pile, stuffing them into his pocket. Then he neatly stacked the remaining 500,000 silver notes and handed them to the Wei soldiers behind him.

"Good luck, let's call it a day."

Zheng Yifei turned around and walked towards the stairwell without looking back.

Only after Zheng Yifei's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs did the old man slump into his chair with a sigh of relief, feeling that his back was completely soaked with cold sweat.

The sentry in the corner stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Should we send someone to follow him and take a look? This kid has won hundreds of thousands from us."

"No."

The old man shook his head, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes. "This person is a top expert. He didn't use a single bit of spiritual power from beginning to end, relying entirely on his eyesight and calculations."

Moreover, he's extremely disciplined; he stopped when he won 600,000, which is giving our gambling den face. There's no need to make an enemy of someone like him; let him be.

Stepping out of the Sihai Casino, the cool night breeze on his face made Wei Jun feel as if he had come back to life.

He clutched the thick wad of silver notes tightly to his chest, looking around like a thief, afraid that someone might jump out from the shadows to rob him.

"Alright, stop looking like you've never seen anything like this before."

Zheng Yifei walked ahead without turning his head and said, "In Liuhua County, no one dares to rob us."

The two walked into a quiet alley, where Zheng Yifei stopped.

He took out the 140,000 silver notes he had just pulled out from his pocket, counted out ten notes of 1,000 each, and handed them to Wei Jun.

"Young master, what... what is this all about?"

Wei Jun was stunned and dared not reach out to take it.

"Take it."

Zheng Yifei stuffed the silver note into Wei Jun's hand: "You've been running around for me all night, this is what you deserve."

Wei Jun's hands trembled as he looked at the ten thousand silver notes in his hand.

"Young master, this is too much. I dare not accept it."

Wei Jun swallowed hard, though he desperately wanted it, he forced himself to refuse. He wasn't stupid; he had already figured out that Zheng Yifei's win tonight was definitely not some kind of lucky fluke.

On the first floor, luck might be a factor, but on the second floor, who can bet with absolute precision and every single bet? Aside from the legendary God of Gamblers, who can do that?

He knew he had been drawn into a huge secret, and once he took the money, he would have no choice but to follow Zheng Yifei to the bitter end.

"Take what I give you."

Zheng Yifei looked into Wei Jun's eyes, his voice low and menacing, "You're a smart man, you should know what to say and what not to say. What happened tonight, keep it to yourself. Following me from now on, this is just a small amount of money. But if I hear even a whisper of it..."

"Rest assured, young master!"

Without hesitation, Wei Jun stuffed the silver notes into his pocket, knelt on one knee, and swore in a low voice, "This humble servant saw nothing and knew nothing tonight! From now on, this humble servant's life belongs to you, young master, and I will go through fire and water for you!"

Coercion and bribery are the oldest but also the most effective methods of managing subordinates.

Looking into Wei Jun's eyes, which were filled with fanaticism and awe, Zheng Yifei knew that this subordinate had been completely subdued.

Get up.

Zheng Yifei handed the remaining 500,000 silver notes to Wei Jun.

Wei Jun took the thick stack of silver notes with some confusion: "Young master, what is this...?"

"Tomorrow morning, after you report to the police station, you don't need to patrol the streets. Go to all the major banks and shops in the city and exchange all 500,000 silver notes for low-grade spirit stones."

Zheng Yifei gave the order.

Wei Jun quickly calculated in his mind.

In the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty, the currency exchange rate is fixed. Ten silver coins equal one gold coin, and ten gold coins can buy one low-grade spirit stone.

These 500,000 silver notes, or 500,000 silver coins, can be exchanged for 50,000 gold coins. Then, they can be exchanged for 5,000 low-grade spirit stones.

"Don't worry, young master, I'll take care of this."

Wei Jun said respectfully.

Zheng Yifei nodded without saying anything, but his brows furrowed slightly.

Five thousand low-grade spirit stones.

For an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, this is a huge sum of money. But for Zheng Yifei's plan, it's simply a drop in the ocean.

The reason he was in such a hurry to make money was because he needed to solve a pressing and serious problem.

Ouyang Tian and the others are still hiding in the deep mountains and forests outside Liuhua County, waiting for him to process their identities.

Zheng Yifei's current identity is the head constable of Liuhua County. As long as he raises more than one billion low-grade spirit stones, he can easily process them as immigrants and bring them all into the city.

"Five thousand spirit stones... that's too slow."

Zheng Yifei sighed inwardly.

Exchanging silver coins and silver notes for spirit stones is not only a cumbersome process, but also results in significant exchange rate losses.

To accumulate spirit stones quickly, one must directly enter a higher level of trading circles.

He turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on the brightly lit silhouette of the Four Seas Casino in the night.

The first floor is for playing with silver coins, and the second floor is for playing with silver notes.

What about the third floor?

Following Zheng Yifei's gaze, Wei Jun seemed to have guessed something and couldn't help but swallow hard: "Young Master, the third floor of the Sihai Gambling House... is said to be closed to the public."

Only those with a net worth exceeding one million gold coins, or those whose cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage or higher, are qualified to go up there. There... there, betting is done with gold notes, or even directly with spirit stones.

"Gold tickets and spirit stones?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Zheng Yifei's mouth.

This is exactly what he needs.

"You'll continue to provide cover outside tomorrow night."

Zheng Yifei withdrew his gaze and strode towards the alleyway exit. The night wind blew up the hem of his blue robe, revealing an undeniable determination.

"Tomorrow, I will personally go up to the third floor."