Chapter 900: Offering Wine, Killing People

“Sir and madam, would you be interested in listening to a piece of music?”
The young man and woman wearing conical hats, whose faces were hidden, were suddenly invited and paused to observe the man in the pavilion and the surroundings.
The pavilion was built beside a mountain path, with a lush green lawn nearby, and dense forests stretching several dozen meters behind—it was a truly beautiful scene.
The man was dressed in fine silk, had a handsome appearance, and a gentle demeanor that made it hard to feel dislike toward him. Judging from his skills, he seemed highly proficient in music, far from being a half-baked monk who could play fewer than twenty tunes like a wind chime.
“…”
The young woman paused for a moment, turning to wait for her companion to make a decision.
The man hesitated slightly before answering loudly, “We don’t know each other. It would be rude to invite you abruptly.” His voice was clear and calm. Though he rejected the man’s request, he did so with ease and naturalness, maintaining distance without being impolite.
“That’s too unfortunate…”
The man in the pavilion smiled lightly.
As the music continued to flow from his fingers, he added, “As the greatest master in the Central Plains, capable of defeating the hundred-thousand-strong army of the First Rank Hall and sparking wars in its northern territories, would you really be afraid of an unfamiliar person’s sudden invitation?” He stopped speaking there, not continuing further.
“Let me clarify two points.”
The young man remained unfazed. Slowly removing his conical hat, he said, “First, I never consider myself the greatest master in the Central Plains… Second, it’s not the invitation that worries me—it’s just that some people choose awkward times for their actions.”
With the hat off, the true identity of the young man was revealed to those in the pavilion—it was Kaixin.
“Oh?”
Hearing this, the man in the pavilion dismissed the first point and focused on the sight of Kaixin holding hands with his companion, forcing a wry smile. “Kaixin is blaming me for choosing the wrong timing and ruining your mood. I’m truly sorry… But while the First Rank Hall is busy to the point of chaos, Brother Kaixin is leisurely strolling in the mountains with a beauty—that seems a bit unreasonable.” He laughed by the end.
“You’re wrong again.”
“Oh?”
The man’s expression froze.
Kaixin shook his head and chuckled. “Still two points… First, I rejected your invitation not for that reason. If it were elsewhere, I’d be eager for someone to play music for free to liven up the atmosphere. The reason I say you were rash is because the place was inappropriate.”
“…”
The man in the pavilion continued to smile, listening attentively.

“Playing the zither is indeed an elegant and leisurely form of entertainment. Unfortunately, Shaolin is a place of peace and tranquility, sacred and serene. Your zither music not only disrupted my state of mind but also sounded rather harsh—almost like adding unnecessary elements, akin to the act of burning a zither and cooking a crane.”
“…”
The man in the pavilion hadn’t expected his actions to earn such praise from Happy, but Happy’s words made sense. After a moment of shock, he stood up and put away his seven-string zither.
“So it was Meng Lang from Zhen Tian. Thank you, Brother Happy, for the reminder.”
Happy continued with a smile, “Secondly, I didn’t come to Shaolin this time with the intention of touring the mountains with a beauty. Brother Wei should know that I’ve shed too much blood and taken too many lives in the battle on the grasslands. My real purpose here is to ask Master Kong Xiang for help in guiding the souls of tens of thousands of Mongolian soldiers and the heroes of the First Rank Hall. Of course, on the side… I plan to entertain a few guests here in Shaolin.”
When he mentioned “Brother Wei,” the man in the pavilion’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
Hearing the rest, his expression turned somewhat strange. “So Brother Happy knows my identity. But I wonder, who are these distinguished guests you intend to entertain…”
Happy smiled broadly but didn’t answer right away. “They might not necessarily be distinguished guests—perhaps even villains.” As he spoke, he led the young woman beside him slowly into the pavilion.
“…”
Wei Zhen Tian, who had initially looked wary, now showed admiration. “Brother Happy dares to enter even knowing my identity. Zhen Tian admires you. I take back my earlier reckless words…”
Wei Zhen Tian was the legitimate leader of America’s largest gang, “Longmen.” According to the information provided by Silver Fox—a Chinese-American whose family had built a prominent empire in the U.S., owning dozens of martial arts schools and operating in various industries—Wei Zhen Tian was skilled in both martial arts and academics. In the game, Bai Xiaosheng had already uncovered all about him.
Wei Zhen Tian was at the Life and Death Realm, with 570 points of internal energy. Without accident, he could reach the Liberation Realm within at most three months.
The cultivation method he used was quite ordinary—his own creation, the “Qiankun Bagua Youhun Palm,” which incorporated elements of Qiankun Bagua and the Youhun movement technique. His mastery of internal energy had reached a transcendent level, making him the only player on the Global Eccentrics List to enter that ranks through an inherited martial art rather than a conventional one!
Silver Fox had a high opinion of him, as did Bai Xiaosheng!
…
Understanding all this, Happy naturally knew why Wei Zhen Tian had said those words. He indeed had reason to be arrogant!
A master on the Global Eccentrics List!
One of the top 100 strongmen in the Global Power Rankings!

“And he had anticipated that Happy would come to Songshan, so he waited here in advance. Faced with a peer competitor who was waiting here ahead of time, it’s only natural to be cautious, but Happy entered calmly and composedly. ‘What’s there to admire?’ Happy said with a light laugh, ‘The perception ability of the Nine Yang Divine Skill far exceeds that of ordinary people. Even the ‘Prophet’ Kaisen can’t fully decipher it. Or perhaps Master Wei is confident enough to avenge your subordinates alone?’ With these words, the relationship between Longmen and the Prophet was made clear. Upon hearing this, Wei Zhengtian immediately laughed: ‘My brother has already told me about that. He’s still young and naive. Seeing me establish a foundation in America and stabilize the situation, he insisted on bringing his disciples to the Central Plains to seek fortune. Brother Happy helped me teach him a lesson so he would become more sensible. How could I blame him?’ As he spoke gently, his tone suddenly changed: ‘But Zhengtian came to the Central Plains out of eagerness to compete with Brother Happy in person. Additionally, he wants to resolve past misunderstandings and seek cooperation with the Mu Family.’ ‘Seek cooperation?’ Happy retorted sarcastically, ‘What about Yipin Hall? Has Longmen decided to abandon its allies so quickly and cooperate with their enemies?’ Hearing Happy’s sharp words, Wei Zhengtian wasn’t upset at all: ‘Hehe, Zhengtian has already said it was a misunderstanding. It was all decided by my incompetent younger brother. If Happy isn’t satisfied, I can expel him from the sect and prevent him from setting foot in the Central Plains again.’ This Master Wei really managed to clear himself of blame. Apparently, realizing that Yipin Hall had offended two top factions, the Mu Family and the Xiyi Gate, and was now in a precarious position, he thought that even if it continued to cooperate with Yipin Hall, Longmen wouldn’t see any real progress in the short term, perhaps not even in a year or two. That’s why he planned to change its partners. Happy smiled inwardly but didn’t point it out. ‘I’ve long heard that Master Wei’s self-created Qiankun Bagua Youhun Palm combines the essence of several martial arts. I’d really like to see it.’ Wei Zhengtian’s eyes lit up! ‘Brother Happy said you were going to entertain some guests?’ ‘They should be on their way by now.’ Happy looked up indifferently. ‘I don’t mind. I’m just worried Brother Zhengtian won’t be able to explain himself later.’ ‘……’ Hearing this, Wei Zhengtian was stunned for a moment before forcing a smile: ‘Brother Happy, you’re joking. It’s not me who has connections with Yipin Hall. There’s no need, nor any reason, to explain anything to Meng Yun.’ His words sounded righteous, combined with his gentle demeanor, almost convincing even Happy.’

It’s a pity.
Yet Thundercracker overlooked one thing.
Although the Prophet possessed the ability to predict and break through the shielding effects of the Oracle Inkstone, he knew little about it. As an item outside the Five Elements, its true mysteries were known only to the All-Knowing One.
It was precisely because of this that, despite facing the Prophet’s challenge, the All-Knowing One was still able to respond and counter appropriately.
He passed on the deal between Longmen and Mengyun to Happy, and also provided support to the Mu family at the most critical moment. Happy greatly appreciated this.
What set the All-Knowing One apart from the Prophet was…
The All-Knowing One never put himself in the spotlight, just like the true masters and hermits of the Central Plains’ martial world.
Although the Prophet seemed to have similar abilities and quickly gained a larger stage than the All-Knowing One, he also exposed himself at that moment.
In the words of the I Ching master, those who defy fate should stay low-key and restrained; thus, the All-Knowing One even gave up cultivation and everything related to the martial world.
But the Prophet, while stepping onto an uncontrollable stage, put himself on it, attempting to dominate the world through complex strategic games.
How foolish!
…
Happy naturally wouldn’t believe Thundercracker’s words, but he didn’t show it emotionally:
“Since Master Wei says so, I’ll wait a little longer.” With that, he elegantly took out a jar of wine and two cups from his Qi-Kun bag.
“Hehe, I didn’t expect Brother Happy to have such refined tastes. I’ve long heard that the wines from my hometown are intoxicating. It’s a pity I haven’t had the chance to try them since arriving in the Central Plains. May I borrow a cup?”
“Of course.”
Happy smiled proudly.
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Xin stepped forward and took the jar of wine.
Her action immediately caught Thundercracker’s attention.
“Haha, Brother Happy is so lucky.”
Happy smiled without saying a word, but a sense of warmth welled up in his heart:
This girl has become much smarter than before.
Pouring wine for Thundercracker wasn’t something Happy, as the largest gang in the Central Plains, should do. Moreover, showing weakness while pouring wine in front of a formidable rival was extremely unwise—although Happy was confident in himself, he still resented Longmen deep down.
Longmen had played a significant role in the battle of Yangzhou City, and now they were allied with Yipin Tang and the Prophet—true threats that were hard to deal with.
After pouring the wine, Xu Xin gracefully stepped back behind Happy.
“Master Wei.”
Happy raised his gaze:
“Do you know when people in our Central Plains, in ancient times, usually drank wine?”
“…”

Megatron thought for a moment before shaking his head. “I’m willing to hear the details.”
“Killing, Sacrificial Wine.”
As he spoke, Megatron’s eyes widened, and he saw silhouettes emerging along the path up the mountain behind Happy.