I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Zheng Yifei pushed the 500,000 spirit notes to the center of the table.

Xu Zhengkun's expression changed slightly. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Zheng Yifei's wrist, lowering his voice to say, "Brother, are you crazy? This old man's luck is unpredictable. You've already thrown out 500,000 in one go. If you lose, you won't even have any chips left to win back your losses!"

Zheng Yifei gently patted Xu Zhengkun's hand, his voice calm as still water: "Brother Kun, the worst thing you can do at the gambling table is to be timid and hesitant. The more afraid you are of him, the more he'll take advantage of you. Trust me, we'll win this round."

Looking into Zheng Yifei's expressionless eyes beneath his mask, Xu Zhengkun felt a strange sense of unease subside.

He gritted his teeth and released his grip: "Fine! If you lose, it's on me. You can play however you want!"

The gaunt old man opposite them stared coldly at the two of them, a barely perceptible sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

How dare a mere Qi Refining Level 9 brat speak so arrogantly in front of a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

His withered fingers pressed on the jade dominoes, and he began to shuffle them.

In Pai Gow, the dealer and three gamblers each receive four cards, which are then paired into two groups: the first player and the second player.

The rules are simple: play the smaller hand first (first hand), then play the larger hand (second hand), and compare the size with the dealer's hand.

A player wins only if both hands are higher than the dealer's; if one hand is higher than the other, it's a tie; and if both hands are lower, the player loses.

The old man shuffled the cards extremely quickly. Amidst the clattering of the dominoes, he secretly infused his thumb with spiritual power, shifting the center of gravity of several key cards once again.

Zheng Yifei leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, seemingly casually looking at the table, without even projecting his divine sense outwards.

But under his peak control and calculation skills from his previous life, the trajectory of the old man's every shuffle and every domino marked with its center of gravity formed a clear dynamic picture in his mind.

"Deal the cards."

The old man spoke in a hoarse voice.

Zheng Yifei casually extended two fingers and moved the four dominoes assigned to him in front of him.

Instead of cautiously peeking at the cards like other gamblers, he lightly slid his fingertip across the back of the cards.

[Micro-manipulation Mastery] activated. The spiritual power of the ninth level of Qi Refining enhanced the sensitivity of his muscles. He not only felt the numbers on the cards, but also the faint center of gravity inside the dominoes that the old man had altered.

He casually divided the four cards into two groups and pushed them out.

"Open the cards."

The old man revealed his four cards.

The dealer's hand: 7 points in the first hand, 8 points in the second hand. In Pai Gow, this is already a very strong hand.

Xu Zhengkun, watching from behind, gasped in shock, his heart skipping a beat.

Zheng Yifei remained expressionless and turned over his cards.

The first hand has eight points, the second hand has nine points.

Bet 7 on 8 o'clock, bet 8 on 9 o'clock. Both sets are big!

A moment of silence fell around the gambling table.

The old man's cloudy eyes suddenly narrowed as he stared at Zheng Yifei's cards, seemingly trying to discern something.

But he couldn't see anything. There were no fluctuations in spiritual energy, no divine sense probing. It was as if the other party had gotten this good hand purely by luck.

"The player who plays the non-player wins."

The old man gritted his teeth and pushed 500,000 spirit notes in front of Zheng Yifei.

Xu Zhengkun slapped his thigh hard, almost shouting out loud.

Zheng Yifei put the 500,000 he won back into his sleeve, left the original 500,000 in capital on the table, and tapped the table with his finger: "Continue, 500,000."

The old man's face darkened completely.

He realized that what had just happened was no coincidence.

He took a deep breath, and his mid-Foundation Establishment level divine sense silently enveloped the entire gambling table.

This time, he not only had to mark the center of gravity of the cards, but also had to use his divine sense to pinpoint the destination of each heavenly card the moment it was dealt.

The sound of shuffling the cards became even crisper.

A cold glint flashed in Zheng Yifei's eyes.

The arrogance of cultivators lies in their over-reliance on divine sense, believing that divine sense can see through everything.

But in the eyes of the gambling king, divine consciousness is just another form of "eyes," and as long as it is an eye, it can be deceived.

Deal the cards.

The moment Zheng Yifei's fingers touched the dominoes, [Divine Sense Deception] was quietly activated. He used the blind spot of his own Qi Refining Level 9 spiritual power fluctuations to create an extremely small "psychological blind spot" under the old man's divine sense scan.

At the same time, his "micro-management skills" moved at a speed beyond the limits of vision, instantly swapping a "lucky card" that should have been dealt to the dealer with a bad card in his own hand the moment he took the card.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, with no leakage of spiritual energy, and not even a ripple in the surrounding air.

Zheng Yifei didn't even look at them, and directly pushed the cards out in two groups.

The old man sneered and turned over his cards. He had calculated it perfectly; he had a "heavenly hand with nine"—an absolute killing hand!

However, when his gaze fell on his own cards, he was struck dumb.

His lucky card turned out to be a useless "flat ten"!

Zheng Yifei calmly flipped over the cards.

The first hand has nine points, the second hand has a king!

Another all-out attack, a complete wipeout!

"That's impossible!"

The old man almost lost his composure and stood up. He stared intently at Zheng Yifei's hands, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

There were no signs of cheating, no fluctuations in the formation, how did this kid manage to do that?!

Zheng Yifei slowly gathered the one million spirit notes on the table.

One million.

Zheng Yifei's voice remained calm, but to the old man, it sounded like a death knell.

The room fell silent. Gamblers at the surrounding tables were all drawn by the commotion.

A bet of one million low-grade spirit stones is an extremely rare and extravagant gamble even at Goldlion!

Xu Zhengkun was stunned by what he saw.

He thought Zheng Yifei was a steady and cautious person, but he never expected that once he got to the gambling table, this kid would be a complete madman!

But for some reason, looking at Zheng Yifei's calm and composed back, Xu Zhengkun felt an indescribable surge of fervor and exhilaration.

The old man's hands began to tremble. He knew that he had met a true master today, and a top-tier master at that, one whose moves he couldn't even comprehend.

If he loses this million, the casino owner will skin him alive!

The old man took a deep breath, a ruthless glint in his eyes. He decided to use the superior formation hidden under the gambling table to forcibly change the numbers on the dominoes.

However, just as he was about to make a move, he noticed that Zheng Yifei's deep eyes were staring coldly at him through the silver mask.

It was a gaze that seemed to see through everything, like looking at a dead person.

Zheng Yifei's fingers tapped lightly on the table, tap, tap, tap. Each tap seemed to strike the old man's heartbeat; the psychological pressure from the gambling king's peak [control and calculation] in his previous life instantly shattered the old man's Dao heart.

Cold sweat dripped from the old man's forehead onto the black jade tabletop, and his shuffling of the cards completely lost its rhythm.

Deal cards, distribute cards, reveal cards.

Zheng Yifei: Double Heaven in the front hand, double Earth in the back hand. Supreme and invincible!

The dealer: Both hands are empty.

A complete and utter defeat!

Boom! The onlookers gasped in disbelief.

He won three consecutive hands, betting heavily each time, and won two million directly from the house!

The old man's face was ashen, and he slumped limply in his chair. His trembling hand reached for a hidden array hub beneath the table.

Simply press this button, and the casino's guards and the Golden Core stage boss will immediately appear and take down this troublemaker.

Just as the old man's finger was about to press down.

Zheng Yifei suddenly laughed.

He stood up and slowly tucked the prayer slips on the table into his sleeve.

Then, he pulled out a spirit note with a face value of ten thousand, held it between two fingers, and lightly tossed it onto the table in front of the old man.

"The old gentleman's shuffling technique is quite exquisite, but he is getting old and his hands are prone to shaking. He should pay more attention to rest in the future."

Zheng Yifei's tone was gentle, as if the thug who had just devoured people at the gambling table was not him at all.

He bowed slightly and said, "I had a great time tonight, thank you for your guidance, sir. This 10,000 spirit tickets is for your tea, sir."

The old man froze. His fingers, which were resting on the array's core, froze in mid-air.

He looked at the spirit ticket with ten thousand spirit stones in front of him, and then at Zheng Yifei's departing figure. The fear in his eyes gradually turned into a complex emotion of disbelief.

This kid... actually stopped?

He could have continued winning and emptied the table, but he stopped abruptly at his peak.

Instead of ruthlessly eliminating them, they even offered them a way out and left them money for tea.

The old man had been in the casinos for over a century and had seen countless greedy gamblers end up dying in the streets, but he had never seen such a well-behaved and respectful young man.

He's not here to cause trouble; he's just here to "have fun." He'll win back his money and leave, avoiding any grudges, and he can come back again later.

This seasoned, worldly-wise quality is even more terrifying than his unpredictable and mysterious cheating skills!

The old man took a deep breath, slowly withdrew his hand from under the table, stood up, and bowed deeply to Zheng Yifei's back: "Thank you for your reward, young master."