I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei stopped and calmly swept his gaze over the three of them.

The man smoking a pipe was a seventh-level Qi cultivator, with a hooked nose and sinister eyes;

The skinny man squatting on the ground was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and he was playing with a gleaming dagger in his hand;

The bald man with his back to the street and arms crossed was at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

The three people stood in a triangular formation, completely blocking the only way into Wutong Lane.

"Hey kid, stop right there."

The man smoking a pipe tapped the ash from his pipe, slowly straightened up, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke: "New here, huh? Don't you know the rules?"

Zheng Yifei didn't speak, but just stared at him quietly, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Are you mute?"

The skinny man stood up, pointed his dagger at Zheng Yifei's nose, and sneered, "I heard from Old Yu at the brokerage that you rented that courtyard with the spirit spring well in Wutong Lane yesterday. You were quite generous, paying the deposit and rent of forty spirit stones without batting an eye."

Since you're so wealthy, why not offer some gifts to our Iron Fist Clan brothers?

The bald man turned around, clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked: "Stop talking nonsense and hand over all your valuables."

We're in a good mood today, so we'll only break your leg after we get the money. If you don't know what's good for you, this day next year will be your death anniversary!

For three cultivators in the mid-to-late stage of Qi Refining, dealing with a rogue cultivator who was only at the fourth level of Qi Refining was a piece of cake.

This is the daily business of the Iron Fist Clan: targeting newcomers with no background who are easy prey.

"You want money?"

Zheng Yifei's lips curled into a very faint smile, his voice calm and undisturbed: "Sure, come and get it yourself."

"court death!"

The skinny man flew into a rage, his Qi Refining Level 6 spiritual power erupting instantly. With a leap, he pounced on Zheng Yifei like an agile cheetah, his dagger aimed straight for Zheng Yifei's heart.

At the same time, the bald man also moved. He formed a hand seal and chanted incantations. A fire snake as thick as a water bucket condensed in mid-air and roared as it smashed towards Zheng Yifei.

The man smoking a pipe stood still, not moving. At the seventh level of Qi Refining, he disdained to attack a novice at the fourth level of Qi Refining. He just watched coldly, as if he could already see Zheng Yifei's blood splattered on the spot.

However, the next instant, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Faced with the two men attacking from both sides, Zheng Yifei advanced instead of retreating.

He slapped his chest with his left hand, and the first-grade superior Vajra Talisman he had just bought from Wanbaolou that day was instantly activated.

"Buzz—"

A layer of dark golden light, almost tangible, rose from the ground and enveloped him entirely.

"boom!"

The fire serpent slammed into the Vajra Shield, exploding into a sky full of sparks, but the shield only rippled slightly, without even a crack appearing.

The skinny man's dagger struck the light shield, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound. The immense recoil caused his hand to crack, and the dagger nearly flew out of his grasp.

"A high-grade talisman?!"

The man smoking a pipe changed his expression drastically, finally realizing he was in trouble. He immediately threw away his pipe and quickly formed hand seals to prepare to cast a spell.

But he was too slow.

In the arrogance of cultivators, they are used to keeping their distance, chanting incantations, and casting spells, but they have no idea what the deadly rhythm of "close-quarters combat" is.

The moment he blocked the first wave of attacks, Zheng Yifei's right hand had already drawn a high-grade golden sword talisman from his waist, and he poured his spiritual power into it without reservation.

"go!"

The talisman ignited without wind, transforming into a dazzling golden sword aura.

The sword energy was incredibly fast, tracing a deadly arc through the night, passing directly over the skinny man and the bald man in front, and shooting towards the man smoking a pipe at the back who was forming hand seals.

"Pfft!"

A muffled thud.

The man smoking a pipe had his eyes wide open, his hands still in the hand seal position, but there was a gaping hole in his throat.

The power of the golden sword talisman directly shredded his cervical spine and trachea. He didn't even have time to let out a scream before he fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the bluestone slab, dying with his eyes wide open.

In a single exchange, the leader, at the seventh level of Qi Refining, was dead!

The skinny guy and the bald guy were completely dumbfounded.

They never expected that a mere Qi Refining Level 4 fat sheep could casually pull out a high-grade talisman, and that he would act so ruthlessly and decisively, completely unpredictable.

"run!"

The skinny man reacted quickly, letting out a strange cry and turning to flee out of the alley.

"Since we're already here, why run away?"

Zheng Yifei's icy voice rang in his ears, like the Grim Reaper summoning death.

At the same moment the golden sword talisman was shot out, Zheng Yifei, using the explosive force of his feet, approached the skinny man like a ghost.

His left hand gripped the skinny man's shoulder like an iron clamp, while his right knee thrust upwards with deadly precision, striking the skinny man's mid-spine.

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out as the skinny man's spine snapped, and he collapsed like a lump of mud.

Zheng Yifei drew the short knife hidden in his sleeve and lightly slit the skinny man's neck.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, the skinny man twitched twice, and then died completely.

The bald man was so terrified that his legs went weak and he didn't even have the strength to run away.

He fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowing frantically: "Grandpa, spare me! Sir, spare me! I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness, please just let me go!"

Zheng Yifei walked up to him, looking down at him with no pity in his eyes.

In his past life as a gambling king, he deeply understood one principle: at the gambling table, being merciful to your enemies is being cruel to yourself. Once you've taken action, you must not leave any survivors, otherwise, the consequences will be endless.

He didn't speak, but with a flick of his wrist, the short knife transformed into a cold gleam.

"Well……"

The bald man clutched his bleeding throat, his eyes wide as he collapsed into a pool of blood.

From the moment the other party started demanding extortion to the moment three corpses lay on the ground, the entire process took less than ten breaths.

Zheng Yifei didn't even pant, as if he had casually crushed three ants.

He skillfully crouched down and began to touch the corpse.

The three Iron Fist Sect members were penniless; together they only found forty-odd low-grade spirit stones and a few tattered low-grade talismans.

Zheng Yifei disdainfully put the spirit stones into his inner bag, not even glancing at the talisman.

The next step is to handle the scene.

Zheng Yifei remembers that there was a dry well that had been dried up for many years in an abandoned open space less than a hundred steps outside Wutong Lane, and no one paid any attention to it.

He picked up a corpse in each hand, as if carrying two bags of rice, and under the cover of night, quickly threw the bodies into the dry well.

After two round trips, all three bodies were disposed of.

They also sealed the dry well with stones.

After finishing all this, Zheng Yifei dusted off his hands and walked back to his yard.

Push open the courtyard gate and bolt it shut.

He walked to the center of the courtyard and accurately embedded eight low-grade spirit stones into the slots of the "Solidifying Essence Guardian Array" array plate he had just bought that day.

With a barely perceptible buzzing sound, a transparent spiritual energy barrier instantly rose up, firmly enveloping the entire courtyard.

Only at this moment did Zheng Yifei's tense nerves relax a little.

He walked to the well, drew a bucket of spiritual spring water, and slowly washed the blood off his hands.

Just then, there was a knock on the gate.