I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei tore the cloth bag off Zhao Dushou's waist, and then picked up the seriously injured Zhang Biao.

Zhang Biao was burly, but his weight was nothing on Zheng Yifei's shoulders, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

Two incense sticks later.

The back door of Zhao's Restaurant.

"Bang bang bang".

The bolt was pulled open, and Zhao Wenyuan peeked out. He saw the two men covered in blood and gasped in shock.

"Stop talking nonsense and lend a hand."

Zheng Yifei slipped into the courtyard.

After laying Zhang Biao flat on the bed in the side room, Zheng Yifei turned to look at Zhao Ling'er, who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

"Ling'er, go to the Pill Pavilion and ask for the best antidote pill master. Be quick."

Zheng Yifei pulled out a cloth bag and stuffed it directly into Zhao Ling'er's hand: "Here are three hundred low-grade spirit stones. No matter how much it costs, bring her back. I'll get more if it's not enough."

Zhao Ling'er didn't ask any more questions, grabbed the cloth bag, and rushed into the rain.

Half an hour later, Zhao Ling'er hurriedly returned with an old man with a white beard.

The old man was a second-tier alchemist from the Pill Pavilion, and his surname was Liu.

Master Liu examined Zhang Biao's wounds, his brows furrowing: "Seven-Step Deadly Powder, a unique poison from the Ten Thousand Snake Cave. The man has been able to hold on until now entirely because of his strong constitution, plus the antidote he took earlier to suppress the poison."

"Can it be cured?"

Zheng Yifei asked.

"Yes. A second-grade superior 'Qingyun Pill' can be used, supplemented with acupuncture to expel the poison, but the consultation fee and medicine cost are not cheap."

Liu Danshi glanced at Zheng Yifei's clothes.

"How many?"

"One hundred and fifty low-grade spirit stones."

Zheng Yifei counted out two hundred spirit stones and placed them on the table: "The remaining fifty are for Old Liu's hard work making house calls in the rain. I want him to be healthy and lively."

A hint of surprise flashed in Liu Danshi's eyes. He put away the spirit stones and opened the medicine box.

The golden needles pierced the acupoints, and black blood flowed down Zhang Biao's back into the copper basin.

A fragrant pill was stuffed into Zhang Biao's mouth.

Half an hour later, Zhang Biao's breathing stabilized, and his complexion gradually regained its color.

"The poison has been cleared. After resting for half a month, the wound will heal and you'll be able to get out of bed."

Liu Danshi washed her hands, picked up her medicine box, and left.

After seeing the alchemist off, Zheng Yifei sat on the edge of the bed.

Zhang Biao opened his eyes and weakly forced a smile: "Brother, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Zheng Yifei poured a glass of warm water and handed it over.

"I've remembered your leg and those three cuts on your back."

Zheng Yifei spoke in a flat tone.

Zhang Biao drank some water: "I took your money, so it's only right that I take the knife for you."

"Rules are rules, and friendships are friendships."

Zheng Yifei looked at him and said, "Take good care of yourself and recover. Once you're better, I'll sponsor your breakthrough to the Foundation Establishment stage."

Zhang Biao was stunned.

Foundation building.

That was a realm he never dared to dream of. In the entire Su Family Market, there were only five Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Su family.

"Brother, you..."

"I keep my word."

Zheng Yifei stood up. "Don't worry about the Iron Fist Sect's affairs. I'll collect the debts myself once I break through to the seventh level of Qi Refining."

The next two weeks.

The back gate of Zhao's Restaurant was tightly closed.

Aside from changing Zhang Biao's dressings every day, Zheng Yifei spent all his other time cultivating in his room.

Zhao Ling'er became his personal purchasing agent.

Since the high-grade Spirit Gathering Pills were out of stock, Zhao Ling'er purchased a large quantity of mid-grade Spirit Gathering Pills.

Twenty mid-grade Spirit Gathering Pills and one low-grade Spirit Stone. The medicinal effect is not as good as the high-grade one, but the quantity is large.

Zheng Yifei swallowed ten pills a day.

Two hundred spirit stones were burned up in a single day.

The Spirit Gathering Array Plate operates continuously for twelve hours, and spiritual energy transforms into white mist that envelops the room.

His dantian continued to expand, spiritual liquid accumulated more and more, and his meridians became stronger through repeated rinsing.

half a month later.

Inside the side room.

Zheng Yifei opened his eyes and stopped circulating his internal energy.

Peak of the sixth level of Qi Refining.

He was just one step away from reaching the seventh level of Qi Refining.

But this thin layer of paper is extremely tough.

He needs an extremely large amount of spiritual power to break through the barrier instantly.

The pills are all used up, and the spirit stones are all gone.

Although Zhao's Restaurant's profits were stable, the income of five or six spirit stones a day wasn't even enough to cover his cultivation expenses for half an hour.

I have to go out and make money.

Zheng Yifei walked into the courtyard.

Zhang Biao was practicing boxing in the yard, shirtless, his scars covered with thick scabs, his movements powerful and vigorous.

"The recovery is going well."

Zheng Yifei spoke.

Zhang Biao finished his exercise, grinned, and said, "Master Liu's medicine is really good. I feel full of energy now. Brother, want to get some work done?"

"You stay at home."

Zheng Yifei turned and went into the house: "I'm going out for a bit."

Qian Hu, the leader of the Iron Fist Sect, is at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining. He has hundreds of followers under his command.

Zheng Yifei is currently at the peak of the sixth level, and has no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.

He needs money to buy Breakthrough Pills or a large quantity of high-grade Spirit Gathering Pills to forcefully break through the barrier.

We can't bring Zhang Biao. Zhang Biao's physique is too conspicuous; he'll easily be recognized by the Iron Fist Sect.

Zheng Yifei took out a new wooden box from a hidden compartment in the niche.

This is the disguise artifact he had Zhao Wenyuan buy from the black market at a high price a few days ago – the "Thousand Illusion Mask".

Apply it to your face and infuse it with spiritual energy.

Zheng Yifei's face shape and features changed rapidly.

After half a cup of tea, a thin middle-aged man in his early thirties with a sallow complexion and a mustache appeared in the bronze mirror.

He changed into a gray cloth long gown and held a folding fan in his hand.

I pushed open the door and left the hospital.

Zheng Yifei did not go to Datong Casino in the East District, nor to Fulu Casino in the Central District.

He arrived in the South District.

The area where the South District and the West District meet is a no-man's-land in Sujiafang City.

There is an underground gambling den here called "Golden Toad".

The Golden Toad Casino has no signboard and is located in the basement of an abandoned warehouse.

This place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, including rogue cultivators, bandits, gang members, and even fugitives who squander their wealth here.

Zheng Yifei paid the entrance fee of two low-grade spirit stones and walked down the dimly lit stone steps.

The underground space was enormous, with dozens of low-quality luminous pearls embedded in the dome, casting a dim green light.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and cheap paint.

Dozens of gambling tables were set up close together, and the area was crowded with gamblers with bloodshot eyes.

Zheng Yifei put away his folding fan and walked to a table where people played "shaking the spirit dice".

The dealer was a bald, burly man, at the seventh level of Qi Refining, with a face full of scars.

Hundreds of low-grade spirit stones, along with various magical artifacts and pills, were piled on the table.

The rules here not only accept spirit stones, but also accept physical collateral.

Zheng Yifei touched his pocket.

He only had ten low-grade spirit stones on him.

This is the restaurant profit that Zhao Wenyuan just tallied this morning.

Ten spirit stones wouldn't even make a ripple at the Golden Toad Gambling House.

Zheng Yifei squeezed to the front of the stage.

The bald dealer picked up the dice cup and shook it vigorously.

"Splash, splash."

The spiritual power blocked the view, but it could not block the sound.

Zheng Yifei closed his eyes.

The frequency of the dice hitting the cup and the subtle differences in where they landed quickly formed a three-dimensional image in his mind.

"Bang!"

The dice cup fell to the ground.

"Place your bet now!" the bald, burly man shouted.

The areas on the table are divided into "large", "small" and "leopard".

Zheng Yifei opened his eyes and pushed the ten low-grade spirit stones into the "small" area.

The surrounding gamblers placed their bets, most of them betting big.

The bald, burly man glanced at the table and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Open the pot.

"One, two, three, small!"

Zheng Yifei took back twenty spirit stones.

The second one.

A bald, burly man shakes a wine cup.

Zheng Yifei discerned the number and immediately pushed the twenty spirit stones to "large".

Open the pot, win. Forty dollars.

The third time, forty became eighty.

The fourth time, eighty becomes one hundred and sixty.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the number of spirit stones in front of Zheng Yifei had increased to three hundred and twenty.

He bets extremely quickly and without hesitation, always going all in.

The bald, burly man's eyes changed.

He stared at the middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and a mustache, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.