Chapter 903: The Path of Joy

Hundreds of top experts from Yipin Hall, including Shaolin disciples who had come from the mountains to watch the fight, felt as if their hearts had been struck upon seeing Wei Zhen Tian fly away after being slapped by Kai Xin.
The effect of Wai Fu Yin was somewhat similar to the Buddha’s Roar, but while the Buddha’s Roar was a continuous offensive technique, Wai Fu Yin dealt mental shock. After the brief moment of confusion, they could hardly believe that the two top experts, who had been evenly matched just moments ago, had suddenly seen a winner…
Yet!
Just as the experts from Yipin Hall looked solemnly at Kai Xin, the crowd behind them suddenly exclaimed:
“He’s getting up! Look, he’s getting up!!”
“He’s not dead yet!”
“…”
Chaos ensued outside the arena. Countless people were shocked when they saw Wei Zhen Tian get up again from afar, marveling endlessly:
“Wow…”
“Is this guy even human?”
“He can’t die even after being hit like this.”
“That palm strike could probably shatter a stone head. Does he have iron on his shoulders?”
“Tsk tsk, truly worthy of being on the list of global freaks. Probably another Rong Sen.”
…”
“You almost killed me.”
Wei Zhen Tian, having been flung away by a single palm strike and suffering severe internal injuries, wiped the blood from his mouth and walked over with a bitter smile. “Brother Kai Xin, what kind of martial arts have you learned? One thing after another…”
“Didn’t the Prophet tell you?” Kai Xin wasn’t surprised by Wei Zhen Tian’s tenacious vitality—right after recovering from the impact of Wai Fu Yin, Wei Zhen Tian had dodged and used hidden energy to divert most of the damage to his body, thus avoiding being killed by that palm strike.
“It’s Xu Ziling’s ‘Nine-Character Mantra Hand Seal,’ but according to the Prophet, you rarely use this martial art against players or experts at the Mythical realm.”
Wei Zhen Tian touched his chest; several ribs must have been broken.
Kai Xin smiled…
That’s right.
Everyone knew that Kai Xin practiced a wide variety of martial arts—palm techniques, sword techniques, finger techniques. On the grasslands, he mostly used knife techniques later on. So, the Prophet naturally ranked Kai Xin lower, considering him a mediocre expert who tried to master too much.
But the Prophet forgot to check how he acquired these masterful skills.
Skill.
He had already mastered most of them in his past life. In this life, all he needed to do was integrate these already-familiar techniques.
This wasn’t difficult for him.

And…
A truth understood in past lives—how could one forget happiness?
Happiness had long ago thoroughly explored all kinds of martial arts and concluded that even a mix of styles had its advantages. There was no need to categorize martial arts or deliberately choose one path for oneself!
“The Nine Yang Divine Skill” was his best weapon!
He could replicate and simulate various mythical martial arts, and even ordinary techniques could be mimicked… Once integrated, they would become the most unpredictable and difficult-to-counter style.
“Stars shift!”
“Combined Fingers!”
“Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!”
“Ten True Dragon Styles!”
Used in combination with the Nine Character Mantra Handseals, Spiral Energy, Purple Qi Net, Immortal Seal Technique, and Eight Methods of the Well—which he had mastered through intense practice—Happiness used them effortlessly in battles against mythical-level experts on the grasslands.
Happiness was confident in dealing with all kinds of opponents, no matter how strong or bizarre their abilities were…
Happiness didn’t respond, and Thunderous Sky knew he would never reveal his secrets. With a bitter smile, he said,
“Brother Happiness truly deserves to be the greatest master in the Central Plains. I admit defeat today—Thunderous Sky respects you deeply. But I will surely recover my strength someday. I’ll take my leave now.”
As he turned to leave, Happiness called out,
“Wait.”
Thunderous Sky froze.
“There’s an old saying in China that you probably don’t know,” Happiness said, staring at Thunderous Sky. “Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself. Master Wei, as a guest in the Central Plains for a martial arts exchange, is welcome by Happiness. But if your intentions are different—as a disciple of the Murong family, I’m fairly skilled in ‘returning the favor with the same method.’ Please think carefully before leaving the Central Plains.”
Thunderous Sky took a deep breath and nodded. “Before I seek another battle with you, no one from Longmen will set foot in the Central Plains again.”
“…”
Happiness said nothing more. With a slight bow, he watched as Thunderous Sky turned and left.
…
Once Thunderous Sky was gone, only the members of First-Class Hall remained against Happiness, and the atmosphere instantly became tense…
…
Happiness glanced around playfully. In the recent battle, he had already shown his strength to hundreds of experts from First-Class Hall, his aura and pressure reaching their peak. The disciples of First-Class Hall avoided his gaze at the slightest contact.
“Has your hall master not arrived yet?”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it reached everyone’s ears clearly. As he spoke, his tone changed:
“Since that’s the case, the foolish Happiness can only use foolish methods… If you beat the young, don’t fear the old won’t show up.”

Under the astonished gazes of the many experts from Yipin Hall, he bowed and clasped his fists in a circle:
“Friends from Shaolin, today I’m happy to settle this feud with Yipin Hall. Please step back a bit to make room—otherwise, in the heat of battle, someone might accidentally hurt you. That wouldn’t be good.”
Happy’s words were clever. Instead of admitting he might accidentally harm someone, he reminded everyone to avoid being hurt by Yipin Hall’s men. This not only avoided giving an arrogant impression but also made the Shaolin disciples feel like his own people, projecting a gentle and righteous image, while portraying Yipin Hall as utterly evil and ruthless.
Noticing Happy’s cunning, Xu Xin couldn’t help but smile inside the pavilion.
At his words, the Shaolin disciples watching around indeed stepped back one after another, clearing a space…
…
The people from Yipin Hall hesitated, looking at each other, unsure whether to attack or retreat—although their original intention was to surround Happy. But after seeing Happy’s stunning battle against Weizhentian, their morale was completely shattered. They looked at each other, unable to make up their minds.
Happy’s strength was evident; fighting him was impossible.
Zhuanxingzhi was best at group battles, as proven by the two expert marksmen who had lost their lives. If they didn’t fight, would they just leave in shame in front of so many Shaolin disciples?
“…”
At that moment, Happy took out a weapon from his Qiankun Bag!
It wasn’t the 4th-tier divine sword, Junzi Sword, but a legendary weapon that made everyone gasp upon seeing it—the Dragon Slaying Sword!
Bang!
As the golden sword appeared in Happy’s hands, its resonant hum filled everyone’s ears, turning the faces of Yipin Hall’s experts pale.
“Happy, Gao Li Daozhen, comes to confront you.”