I run a casino in the immortal realm.

After seeing off the ten inspection team leaders, Zheng Yifei was reviewing their files.

Because he needs to win over several team leaders to his side, which makes management easier. To sit in this position, he not only needs people above him, but also people below him who are obedient and steadfastly carry out his orders.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Su Qingwan walked in through the door.

"Team Leader Su? Is something the matter?"

"Inspector."

Su Qingwan bowed slightly, her posture dignified and neither humble nor arrogant.

She didn't answer immediately, but glanced outside to make sure no one else was there before taking two steps forward.

"I am in charge of the third area of ​​the South District, which covers tax supervision of Sujiafang Market and the surrounding twelve vassal markets."

She paused for a moment, then said, "The inspector is from Heishanfang City, right? We should be considered fellow townsmen."

Zheng Yifei tapped his finger on the windowsill.

He didn't reply, but instead looked at Su Qingwan's face.

In her early twenties, she had an oval face, delicate but not weak features, a sharp jawline, and a slightly upturned chin that was just on the dividing line between "confidence" and "arrogance."

As she said this, her right index finger unconsciously rubbed her thumb together. This subtle movement, indicating that she hadn't just said it offhand, but had thought about how to phrase it before coming.

Su Qingwan took another step forward, her tone softening slightly: "To be honest, Inspector, I am a direct descendant of the Su family of Su Family Market."

Zheng Yifei raised an eyebrow.

"I checked the entry file. The inspector came from Heishanfang City, which was under the jurisdiction of Sujiafang City."

"You're quite well-informed."

Su Qingwan smiled and did not deny it: "The Su family has some connections in the Qingyun Sect, so checking the entry file of an outer disciple is not difficult."

Zheng Yifei leaned back against the windowsill, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Team Leader Su came back specifically for more than just catching up, right?"

Su Qingwan's smile faded, and she adopted a serious expression.

"Chief Inspector, Sujiafang City is within my jurisdiction. As per your instructions, I will be conducting an inspection of the area in half a month, so I will naturally need to return to Sujiafang City. I came here to ask if the Chief Inspector needs any letters or items to send to his family. I am willing to do so."

Zheng Yifei was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Team Leader Su is so thoughtful. I didn't even think of that. Then please take a letter and some spirit stones with you."

Su Qingwan blinked, then smiled.

"No problem. Black Mountain Market is not far from Su Family Market. It will only take me the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to travel by spaceship."

Zheng Yifei nodded. Foundation Establishment cultivators have flying magic treasures, so it only takes her one or two hours to return from Qingyun Sect to Su Family Market, while it took him more than a month to come from Black Mountain Market.

Looks like I need to get to Foundation Establishment soon. Foundation Establishment is the true path to immortality, allowing one to fly and escape into the earth. Qi Refining cultivators are nothing compared to that.

He then took out paper and pen and wrote a letter to his parents.

"To Parents"

"Your son has successfully entered the Qingyun Sect and is doing well. Don't worry. Senior Sister Su is from the same hometown as us in the sect. She will often travel between the Qingyun Sect and Heishan Market. If there is anything at home, you can ask her to pass on the message."

He paused here.

There's no need to tell them that he's become the chief inspector; his parents just need to know that he's doing well.

"Zhao Ling'er has entered Danfeng. She has outstanding talent and a promising future. Tell her parents."

"Enclosed are five hundred spirit stones for household expenses. Take care of yourselves and don't overwork yourselves. Don't rush your little sister's cultivation. Once I've settled down here, I'll have Senior Sister Su bring her over. The spiritual energy here is plentiful, and the conditions are better."

"Once I've reached Foundation Establishment, I'll bring you all over here. That's all for now. If you have any questions, please ask Senior Sister Su. Sincerely, Yifei."

A letter, less than a hundred words long.

Zheng Yifei folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and then took out five hundred spirit stones from his storage bag, stacked them neatly, and wrapped them tightly in cloth.

"Team Leader Su, I'm in trouble."

He handed over the letter and the spirit stone.

Su Qingwan took it and put it into her storage bag.

"Inspector General, you're too kind. It was nothing, no need for thanks."

She paused for a moment: "The Zheng family in Black Mountain Market... I will ask the elders in the clan to take good care of them after I return. Please don't worry about the family, Inspector General."

This was said very naturally, as if it were just something casually mentioned.

But Zheng Yifei understood.

"To take care of one or two" means that the Su family will take the initiative to contact the Zheng family, show goodwill, and establish a relationship.

She is investing.

The vote wasn't for the Zheng family, it was for him.

A tax inspector personally promoted by the Golden Core Hall Master, who holds the power of tax supervision over the entire sect, even if he is just a young man at the eighth level of Qi Refining, is a valuable asset that the Su family would bet on.

Zheng Yifei looked into Su Qingwan's eyes. There was shrewdness and calculation in those eyes, but no malice.

"Team Leader Su."

"Um?"

"Since we're from the same hometown, let's communicate more in the future. If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to message me, and I'll give you my full support."

Su Qingwan's eyes lit up.

This is trust, meaning her voice carries more weight than the other nine group leaders.

"Thank you, Inspector General. I'll be going now."

Su Qingwan smiled slightly, cupped her hands in greeting, turned and went downstairs, her steps much lighter than when she came.

Zheng Yifei stood by the window, watching her figure disappear at the top of the stairs.

As Su Qingwan walked out of the tax office inspectorate, the early autumn wind brushed against her cheeks, carrying the unique dampness of the spiritual mist of the Qingyun Sect.

Her steps were neither hurried nor slow, but her mind was working very fast.

Zheng Yifei, possessing five spiritual roots, is at the eighth level of Qi Refining. He is seventeen years old.

Just a month ago, he was a lowly tax collector at the outer sect level; today, he is an inner sect disciple, the chief tax inspector, and a confidant of the Golden Core Hall Master.

This speed of promotion is unprecedented in the entire Qingyun Sect for hundreds of years.

More importantly, there's the "Supervision Regulations" that were just distributed at the meeting.

Before she reached the Foundation Establishment stage, she learned management from her family elders and had seen many family governance regulations, but none of them were clearer or more rigorous than that book.

That's not something a seventeen-year-old could write.

Unless he already had experience managing a team before coming to the Qingyun Sect.

A poor boy from Heishanfang?

Su Qingwan glanced back at the window of the inspector's building; the boy's figure behind the window was no longer there.

She looked away and quickened her pace.

Upon returning to Sujiafang City, the first thing to do was to have the family receive the Zheng family with the highest honors.

The Su family is determined to bet on this card.

The second floor of the Inspectorate Building.

Zheng Yifei closed the window, sat back down at the table, and went through everything that had happened that day in his mind.

The promotion of the Golden Core Hall Master, the initial approval of the ten inspection team leaders, Su Qingwan's voluntary defection, and—

He touched the remaining spirit stones in his storage bag.

There are still four thousand yuan left.

It's enough for him to cultivate by consuming pills for a while, but it's far from enough.

To progress from the eighth to the ninth level of Qi Refining, given his five spiritual roots, he would need at least 30,000 spirit stones worth of pills. And to go from the ninth level of Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment, that would be an astronomical figure.

The tax officer's monthly salary of two hundred dollars is a drop in the bucket.

We need to make money.

However, given my current special and sensitive status, it seems inappropriate to gamble at casinos anymore. I need to find a way to generate a stable income.