"Brother Xiaoyao, Brother Chu Feng hasn't even spoken yet. How do you already know he's going to refuse you?"
"It's a bit much for you to jump to conclusions about Brother Chu Feng like that."
Before Chu Feng could open his mouth, Song Yunfei, the Holy Son of the Starfall Sacred Ground, spoke up.
He was actually defending Chu Feng.
"Brother Song, I was just joking. I wasn't serious."
After Song Yunfei spoke, Ren Xiaoyao immediately offered an apologetic smile. It was clear he was afraid of Song Yunfei.
"Brother Chu Feng, then would you like to play a game with us? It's just for fun—losing is no big deal, so don't worry about losing face."
Ren Xiaoyao turned back to Chu Feng, but his words still carried barbs, tinged with cold mockery and insult.
"Chu Feng, this is your first time meeting him, right? Why is he targeting you like this?"
The Queen asked, somewhat puzzled and a little irritated.
It was their first meeting. There had been no prior grudges or entanglements. She couldn't figure out why Ren Xiaoyao would make things difficult for Chu Feng the moment they met.
"This is what they call beauty being a curse. He must have heard about my connection with Xia Yun'er, and it just so happens he has feelings for her too."
"On top of that, my cultivation is below his, so he doesn't take me seriously. Naturally, just like that Han Yu fellow, he wants to step on me in front of Xia Yun'er to prove he's better than me." Chu Feng said.
"I underestimated just how charming that girl Xia Yun'er is. In that case, Chu Feng, go ahead and play with him. Give this arrogant fool a proper beating," the Queen said indignantly.
She naturally wanted Chu Feng to teach Ren Xiaoyao a lesson and make him suffer the same fate as Han Yu.
Because the Queen would not tolerate anyone looking down on Chu Feng or bullying him.
Meanwhile, everyone present was watching Chu Feng, waiting for his answer.
"If it's just a game, there's no harm in playing." Chu Feng said.
"Good! Then Brother Chu Feng, let's play."
As Ren Xiaoyao spoke, he stepped to one end of the table and picked up one of the treasures.
Chu Feng walked to the opposite end and picked up one of the treasures as well.
"We're still short two players. Is anyone else willing to join?" Ren Xiaoyao swept the crowd with a mocking gaze.
The crowd smiled but said nothing, and no one stepped forward.
From their expressions, Chu Feng could tell that Ren Xiaoyao had likely already beaten many of the people present, and no one was willing to play with him anymore.
"It's just a game. Look at all of you." Ren Xiaoyao's gaze shifted from mockery to outright derision, but he didn't force anyone. Instead, he turned to Chu Feng. "Brother Chu Feng, it seems it's just the two of us then."
"Let me explain the rules. By shaking this Seven-Colored Cup, seven-colored beads will be produced. When you stop, the beads will pour out from inside the cup."
"The number of beads will be different each time. We'll compare and see who gets more. Whoever gets more wins." Ren Xiaoyao explained to Chu Feng.
"And here I thought it was some special game. Isn't this just dice rolling?" Chu Feng muttered to himself, feeling somewhat speechless.
Dice rolling was a common form of gambling in the ordinary world—a simple yet crude method.
Ordinary people relied on luck, while experts relied on technique and skill.
He never expected that in this vast Upper Realm, where cultivation experts were plentiful, they also played something like this. And apparently, it had even become a rare form of entertainment.
Although there were fundamental differences, the way this Seven-Colored Cup was played was remarkably similar to the dice games Chu Feng had been familiar with as a child.
When Chu Feng was young, he didn't understand the mechanics—he just played blindly, relying purely on luck.
But later, after becoming a Spirit World Master and mastering various implements, which included dice rolling, Chu Feng had become an expert who relied on technique.
Even though he had never played against anyone, this was a skill he had fully mastered.
"May I try a round first?" Chu Feng asked.
"Of course." Ren Xiaoyao waved his arm with an air of magnanimity.
Chu Feng didn't stand on ceremony. He began shaking the so-called Seven-Colored Cup and could hear sounds of collision from within.
First came the sound of something airy colliding, followed by the sound of solid objects. Chu Feng knew that the so-called seven-colored beads had formed.
When he stopped, three fingernail-sized beads, each flowing with seven colors, truly fell from beneath the Seven-Colored Cup.
However, the beads only lingered for a moment before transforming into seven-colored gas and dissipating into the air.
"Chu Feng, how was it?" the Queen asked eagerly.
"This Seven-Colored Cup really is a supreme treasure. Barrier techniques can't see through it, and even a cultivator's sensing methods are useless."
"However, if you don't use barrier powers or martial force, and just rely on pure feel, you can actually estimate how many beads the cup will produce. You just need to grasp a certain pattern within it." Chu Feng told the Queen.
"Then how confident are you?" the Queen asked. Even though it was just a simple game, she naturally wanted Chu Feng to win.
"Hard to say. Since the pattern is similar to regular dice rolling, it means the longer you shake, the more beads you won't necessarily get."
"To produce more, you need to master the pattern. I need to try a few more times to figure out whether I can grasp it." Chu Feng told the Queen.