I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Xu Zhengkun was very generous. He took out a stack of spirit tickets from his storage bag, all of them were low-grade spirit stone exchange coupons with a face value of one thousand, and slapped them directly into Zheng Yifei's hand.

"Fifty thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Xu Zhengkun casually pointed to the gambling tables on both sides of the hall: "If you lose, it's on me; if you win, you can take it with you. Let's play separately. I'll go to the middle and draw a couple of dominoes."

Zheng Yifei did not refuse.

He put the lucky ticket into his sleeve and turned to walk towards the "Guess Odd or Even" gambling table on the left.

This table is made entirely of black jade that isolates divine consciousness, and the tabletop is divided into two areas: "single" and "double".

Seven or eight gamblers were gathered around the table, all wearing masks and dressed elegantly.

The croupier was a tall, thin man in his forties, with a cultivation level at the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

He held a dice cup that was neither gold nor wood, its surface engraved with intricate soundproofing and spirit-avoiding patterns.

Zheng Yifei stood at the corner of the table, not in a hurry to place a bet. It was his habit from his previous life to look at three hands before sitting down at the table.

With a flick of his wrist, the dealer shook the dice cup up and down twice before it landed back on the table. No spiritual energy leaked out; it was all due to wrist strength and technique.

"Place your bet and you're done."

The dealer's voice was flat.

The gamblers threw out their bets. The lowest was 1,000, and the highest was a fat man who bet 20,000.

The dice cup was lifted, revealing two spirit bone dice, one with a four and the other with a five, both odd.

Zheng Yifei watched all three rounds. The dealer's technique was very skillful; the rhythm of shaking the dice and the force with which he dropped the cups were perfect, but he didn't cheat.

This is a high-end casino that knows the rules. For ordinary gamblers, it can make a fortune simply by relying on probability and rake, without needing to cheat.

Zheng Yifei took out 20,000 spirit notes and placed them on the "double" side.

The croupier glanced at him, shook the cup, and placed it on the table.

Zheng Yifei's ears twitched slightly. The spiritual power of the ninth level of Qi Refining enhanced his hearing, and combined with the peak of his previous life's technique of distinguishing shapes by sound, the frequency of the dice hitting the inner wall and the sound of them striking the inner wall were quickly restored into a clear image in his mind.

"Open, four six, even."

Zheng Yifei received back 34,800 spirit stones. The gambling house takes a 1% cut of the winnings, and 100 spirit stones for every 10,000 spirit stones won.

The dealer shook the cup again.

Zheng Yifei placed a bet of 50,000.

"Open, 13, 9 (single)."

The 100,000 spirit tickets returned to Zheng Yifei's hands, and he gave the dealer 500 spirit tickets each as a reward.

In the third round, Zheng Yifei bet all 100,000 spirit tickets on "double" with both principal and interest.

The seven or eight gamblers at the table all stopped betting and turned to look at the young man wearing a silver mask.

Winning two hands in a row is not unusual, but betting heavily in each hand, and then betting 100,000 on the third hand, is not the kind of courage an ordinary gambler would have.

The dealer stared at Zheng Yifei, his hand on the lid of the cup.

A smirk appeared on Zheng Yifei's lips beneath the mask. No matter how flashy the shaking, the voice doesn't lie when it finally settles down.

"Open, two six, even."

Two hundred thousand spirit tickets were pushed in front of Zheng Yifei.

The atmosphere on the left side of the hall changed, and gamblers from the surrounding tables began to gather in this direction.

Zheng Yifei tapped the memorial ticket twice with his fingers.

That's too high-profile. His current identity is the Chief Inspector of the Qingyun Sect, and he has a young sect leader by his side. If he goes on a rampage here tonight and wins everything the casino has to offer, he'll be blacklisted by this powerful casino tomorrow, and he might even be targeted by bandits whenever he goes out.

He came here to have some fun and maybe raise some start-up capital, not to cause trouble.

In the fourth round, Zheng Yifei bet 30,000 on the "single" bet.

Open the cup, double, lose.

In the fifth round, he bet 50,000 on "double".

Open the cup, single, lose.

The gamblers watching sighed; they had initially thought he was a gambling god, but it seemed he was just lucky.

The crowd quickly dispersed.

Zheng Yifei's expression remained impassive; he was controlling the pace. For every three wins, he would deliberately lose two, but when he won, he would bet heavily, and when he lost, he would halve the amount.

More importantly, he was "hiding money".

Each time he retrieved the spirit tickets, his hands, enhanced by the "Micro-Manipulation God Hands," would fold a portion of the large-denomination spirit tickets at a speed beyond the limits of the naked eye and slide them into his storage bag through his sleeves.

On the surface, his chips remained around tens of thousands, with both wins and losses, making him a generous spender but with mediocre luck.

Half an hour later.

Zheng Yifei scanned the storage bag with his divine sense and found 900,000 low-grade spirit stones.

This money is enough for me to cultivate myself for a period of time, and it can also add a hidden operating fund to the Information Department's accounts.

almost.

Just as he was about to stop, a loud shout suddenly came from the largest dominoes table in the center of the hall.

"This is weird! Lend me another 500,000!"

It was Xu Zhengkun's voice.

Zheng Yifei frowned, grabbed the remaining tens of thousands of spirit notes on the table, and turned to walk towards the central table.

A dozen or so people were gathered around the table.

Xu Zhengkun sat facing the dealer, his heavy breathing barely concealed by the purple-gold mask on his face, and the spirit tickets in front of him were empty.

Zheng Yifei stood behind Xu Zhengkun, his gaze sweeping across the table.

The croupier was a gaunt old man, in the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. On the table were thirty-two jade ribs, each with the same cloud pattern engraved on its back.

"Brother Kun, how's the battle going?"

Zheng Yifei lowered his voice.

Xu Zhengkun didn't even turn his head, staring intently at the dealer's hands as he shuffled the cards: "I lost two million. This old man's hands are too wicked. No matter what cards I draw, he can always beat me."

Zheng Yifei's gaze fell on the old man's hands.

The old man shuffled the cards slowly, his fingers gently rubbing the edges of the jade dominoes.

Ordinary people wouldn't notice anything amiss, but Zheng Yifei's perception was extremely sharp.

He discovered that when the old man's thumb touched certain dominoes, a very faint spiritual energy fluctuation would be injected into the dominoes.

This spiritual energy did not change the appearance of the dominoes, but rather altered their internal center of gravity.

The tricks of the immortal cultivation world.

The old man used his Foundation Establishment stage consciousness and spiritual power to mark the center of gravity of the large object.

He didn't need to look; he could tell which card was the Heavenly Card and which was the Earthly Card simply by touching it. Although Xu Zhengkun had a high level of cultivation, he focused all his attention on guarding against the other party using divine sense to spy on him, and didn't pay any attention to the physical shift in the center of gravity.

The old man shuffled the cards and then dealt four stacks.

Just as Xu Zhengkun was about to reach for the chips to place his bet, a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Brother Kun, you're having a bad run of luck, let's take a break."

Zheng Yifei's voice was steady: "I'll play two rounds for you."

Xu Zhengkun turned around and glanced at Zheng Yifei.

He was furious, but when he met Zheng Yifei's calm and unwavering eyes, his anger inexplicably subsided by three points.

"OK."

Xu Zhengkun stood up and gave up his seat: "You go first. If you lose, it's on me."

Zheng Yifei sat down.

The gaunt old man opposite him raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at Zheng Yifei, a mere Qi Refining Level 9 brat. A barely perceptible hint of contempt flashed across the old man's lips.

"Place your bet."

The old man spoke.

Zheng Yifei threw the 50,000 spirit tickets in his hand onto the table.

The old man deals the cards.

Zheng Yifei took two dominoes and gently rubbed their surfaces with his fingertips.

A miscellaneous nine, a regular ten, a terrible hand.

The old man turned over his cards; the earth card had a long three and a high nine.

"Zhuang wins."

The old man took away 50,000 spirit tickets.

Xu Zhengkun frowned as he watched from behind.

In the second round, Zheng Yifei directly pushed out 500,000 spirit tickets, which Xu Zhengkun had borrowed from the gambling den.

All in at once.