Chapter 1077: There's Such a Move?

Ye Chen was directly escorted to the third floor of the gambling house, the whole way pulled along by the elder in purple robes.

This elder in purple robes possessed an exceptionally high level of cultivation, a genuine expert in the Emperor Realm. Just contemplating this, his master must be an extraordinary individual.

Ye Chen was well aware of this.

To operate a gambling house in Youdu and pay a yearly tribute of one million yuan shi to the Zhuque Family, their background had to be incredibly substantial, and the proprietor of this gambling house must possess significant origins.

"Young friend, please!"

In a spacious Tianzi-grade private room, the elder in purple robes released Ye Chen and even opened the door for him.

Ye Chen cleared his throat but still stepped inside.

This Tianzi-grade private room was lavishly decorated, forming its own miniature world with ample space, complete with artificial hills and clear springs. It was exquisite and elegant, and even the spiritual herbs planted there were not ordinary varieties.

What a way to live!

Ye Chen sighed inwardly. Comparing his own ten-zhang property, which felt like a tomb, to this serene and elegant residence, there was no comparison whatsoever.

"Boy, you've got quite the audacity!"

While he was looking around, a female voice emerged from a pavilion.

Hearing this, Ye Chen looked up and saw a woman in the distance.

She had her back to him, leaning on the railing, adorned in a fiery red dress that hugged her curvaceous and alluring figure. Her water-blue hair swayed gently in the breeze, and a faint divine radiance swirled around her, like an exiled immortal descended from the nine heavens, pure and flawless.

"One hundred years old, Heavenly Realm sixth level."

Ye Chen glanced at her and could discern her age and cultivation level. He was quite surprised; she must be someone of extraordinary talent.

"Daring to cheat in my family's gambling house—do you think you've lived too long?"

The woman turned around, revealing her stunning face. Her cheeks were flushed, not from shyness, but from having drunk too much.

"I didn't cheat."

Ye Chen shrugged. He couldn't admit to that unless he was out of his mind.

"Tch!" The woman scoffed. "Winning every hand without cheating—who would believe that?"

"I just have good luck."

"Hmm, you do have pretty good luck."

"If you have nothing else, I'll be on my way."

Ye Chen said, turning to leave.

"Don't be in such a hurry!"

The woman stepped forward, blocking his path. She held a wine flask in her hand, circled around Ye Chen once, then took a sip from it. "You can leave if you want, but gamble with me first. Ten thousand yuan shi stake. If you win, you take it all. If you lose, you can still leave, but either way, I don't want you causing trouble in my gambling house again."

"What if I don't agree?"

Ye Chen looked at her with interest.

"Doesn't matter if you don't." The woman let out a wine burp. "But I should warn you, I have a bit of a temper. I might just show up at your place tonight with a few friends for a chat, or even take you for a trip outside the city to enjoy the scenery."

Hearing this, Ye Chen's mouth twitched. This woman was quite the bluffer.

"Do you feel a chill down your back?"

The woman blinked her watery, drunken eyes at Ye Chen.

"Yeah."

Ye Chen backed down a bit, touching his nose.

"So, are you gambling or not?"

"I am."

"That's the spirit!"

The woman was very casual, draping an arm over Ye Chen's shoulder as if he were her younger brother, and led him toward the pavilion. Anyone who didn't know better might think he was her subordinate.

In the pavilion, there was a jade stone table about three zhang wide, made from special materials and inscribed with prohibitions, just like the gambling tables downstairs—to prevent cheating.

"Simple—guess the size."

The woman rolled up her sleeves, holding the dice cup in one hand and the wine flask in the other. Three shiny dice were neatly placed on the jade table.

"Alright."

Ye Chen agreed straightforwardly.

"Don't look away now."

The woman elegantly shook the dice cup, swiftly enclosing the three dice inside. She shook it rhythmically, and with her other hand, she took another swig from the wine flask.

"Is she the owner of the gambling house?"

Ye Chen wasn't watching the dice cup; he was watching the woman. She was a stunning beauty, but she seemed more like a drunkard—wait, no, a drunkard and a gambling addict.

"And her bloodline."

Ye Chen could clearly feel his own bloodline stirring, which only happened when encountering a powerful bloodline. Even he couldn't quite figure out what kind of bloodline Mu Wanqing possessed.

Thud!

While Ye Chen was pondering, the woman had already slammed the dice cup down on the table.

Strangely, even though the dice cup was on the table, the three dice inside were still spinning, occasionally clinking against each other with crisp sounds.

Ye Chen was stunned. There's this operation?

He could see the numbers if the dice were still, but while they were spinning, anything could happen. Until they stopped, it was impossible to tell.

"Guess!"

The woman had already sat down, lounging leisurely against the railing with her legs crossed, blinking her watery eyes at Ye Chen with interest, and taking sips of wine from time to time.

"Well..."

Ye Chen looked at the dice cup. The three dice were still spinning, showing no sign of stopping.

"What's the matter? Can't guess because they're still moving?"

The woman smiled at Ye Chen.

"Uh, I don't even know your name yet."

Ye Chen coughed and changed the subject. He wasn't really interested in her name; it was just to buy time. Maybe the dice would stop soon.

"Just call me Mu Wanqing."

The woman casually flipped her hair.

"Mu Wanqing?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and sized her up, his expression a bit odd. A drunkard, gambling addict, and hot-tempered woman—how did she end up with such an elegant name?

"Ready to guess now?"

Mu Wanqing smiled at Ye Chen.

"That flower over there is nice."

Ye Chen changed the subject again, looking meaningfully at a blooming green lotus nearby.

"That's Bihai Qinglian."

Mu Wanqing's lips curved with a smile, her words tinged with drunkenness and a hint of allure.

"That spiritual herb is pretty good too—it even produces its own flames."

"Fire Feather Immortal Grass."

"That spiritual fruit looks crystal clear; it must taste great."

"Pixiang Jade Spiritual Fruit."

"Wow! What's that? It's glowing."

"Canghai Spiritual Pearl."

"Hey? Your hair pin is nice too."

"Qing Lei Immortal Jade."

"I feel like having a drink."

"Why didn't you say so earlier!"

Mu Wanqing tossed the wine flask to Ye Chen.

"The wine flask is nice."

Ye Chen hugged the flask, staring at the dice cup. The three dice were still spinning, making his eyes dizzy with no end in sight.

"Are you waiting for the dice to stop?"

Mu Wanqing propped her chin with one hand, smiling at Ye Chen.

"Nonsense, of course not."

"Delaying won't help."

Mu Wanqing flipped her hair again. "The dice won't stop until I open the cup. All that chit-chat isn't doing anything—might as well guess and get it over with."

"Looks like I overthought it."

Ye Chen rubbed his left eye; it was really making him dizzy.

For the first time, Ye Chen realized that Mu Wanqing was even more formidable than he imagined. Without using any immortal techniques, she could keep the dice spinning—he admitted he couldn't do that.

He had to say, it was frustrating. With the dice moving, his immortal eyes were useless.

Ten thousand yuan shi.

Just thinking about it hurt Ye Chen's wallet. If he lost, he couldn't come back to this gambling house to win more, feeling like he'd lost a fortune. The majestic Holy Lord of Heaven Court, the tenth emperor of Great Chu, was completely at a loss.

Hmm?

While in a dilemma, a spark of inspiration hit Ye Chen, as if he'd thought of something.

Suddenly, he started tapping his fingers in his sleeve, activating the Zhou Tian divination secret technique. If he couldn't see the numbers, he'd divine them. She had her strategies, and he had his ways—who had the higher skill?

Who knows, if Mu Wanqing found out what Ye Chen was doing, she might jump up on the spot. Using a divination secret technique to guess size? Maybe only this weirdo Ye Chen could come up with that.

Sometime later, a sly smile crept onto Ye Chen's lips; he had his answer.

"Figured it out?"

Mu Wanqing still propped her chin, watching Ye Chen with interest.

"It's either small or big—I'll go with big."

Ye Chen shrugged, pretending to be helpless.

"Honestly, I don't even know if it's big or small. It's all down to luck."

Mu Wanqing casually lifted the dice cup.

As the cup was lifted, the spinning dice slowed down rapidly. Under their gaze, they gradually settled on the table, revealing three clear numbers.

"Looks like my luck is better."

Ye Chen glanced at the numbers and looked at Mu Wanqing with interest. Just as he'd divined, it was four, five, six—fifteen points, big. He won.

"Fine, you win."

Mu Wanqing rubbed her forehead hard, not sure if it was from the alcohol or losing the bet. The owner of the gambling house, losing to some young punk.

"Pay up! I have things to do."

Ye Chen stood up and held out his hand expectantly.

"Pay what? What money?"

"The owner of a gambling house, and such a beautiful one at that—you can't welch on a bet. You promised ten thousand yuan shi yourself."

"Oh, right, my memory."

Mu Wanqing slapped her forehead, then waved her hand to produce a piece of white paper. She grabbed a bamboo brush and scribbled four big characters on it: Ten Thousand Yuan Shi.

"There you go, take it."

Mu Wanqing handed the paper with "Ten Thousand Yuan Shi" written on it to Ye Chen.

"Can I curse right now?"

Ye Chen's mouth twitched violently.

"Why curse?"

Mu Wanqing blinked her beautiful eyes, looking at Ye Chen in confusion.

"I—"

Ye Chen started looking around, scanning left and right as if searching for something.

"What are you looking for?"

"A brick."