Multifaceted Wager

Quickly, all things start clicking in his head. I appreciate the wary fear in his eyes, but we aren't starting yet. With a wave of my hand, I summon the Sun Scorching Spear, a superior artifact, which I believe has connections with the Sun's Scripture Sect.

Evident in the reactions of the old man and his watching disciples, I smirk as it seems that I hit the jackpot. "This spear was gifted to me by one of your ancestors. He threw it like a descending meteor at me. The moment it hit me, a crater spanning a kilometer of molten rock and flames spread to the earth. Your ancestor screamed at me…"

I purposefully halt my words mid-sentence replicating the old bastard's trick. He inhales a cold breath just standing there in front of me. "Then what?" Impatiently, he asks me.

I continue the tale. "He screamed… 'Take the spear, it is my sister's dowry! I'll be ascending to heaven now to tell her you are still alive!' he shouts at me with so much vigor."

???

A mild confusion.

And then more confusion.

"You are no way you are that old, are you?" The old man doubtfully asks me.

Of course, I wasn't that old. It was Old Fu Shi's memories. I was only telling them this story so that I can see the Sun's Scripture Sect's reactions. To be honest, revealing that part of the story is a multifaceted front. I wish to know if the Sun's Scripture still remembers much of its history. Similarly, I want to show–off, and also teach the old bastard in front of me a lesson.

The old bastard in front of me vehemently denies my words. "Our ancestor who wielded the Sun's Scorching Spear is a man! You cannot fool us! Even with the strange presence you are emitting, you cannot fool me! Dowry? To you? If you are that old, you must be at least 11th stage, but you don't even have a Dantian! You must be another demonic cultivator! I don't make deals with the likes of you!?"

His rants are quite painful to hear. I assume the other sects with rich history would be in a similar state. Lately, I have been thinking more and more about Heaven's Game, and I dread the thought of them finding me.

The old man attacks me drawing his fiery fan out. I carefully watch his graceful steps. I copy the Solar Wind Steps unique to their sect further proving my point that I know their ancestors. The disciples who are watching guffaw in awe at my more graceful form.

Doubt creeps on the old man as he realizes he is inferior to me who doesn't have even the slightest trace of qi in my toes.

I raise the Sun Scorching Spear and similarly move on the martial forms of the Solar Heart Flames, the ultimate art of the Sun's Scripture that has been long lost. The old man in front of me recognizes it immediately, and deferentially does his best of defending against my qi-deprived attacks only which my Telekinesis is empowering.

One of the basic classes' biggest problems I find currently is how to integrate the cultivators' own martial arts into their class in a seamless manner that it won't create bugs. It was just a passing thought, which is enough to disturb my battle form, yet I stand victorious, the old man still gasping.

I feel bad for the old man. After all, he didn't engage my disciples physically. It was I who is responsible for initiating this physical altercation. Come to think of it, I am becoming what I fear the most— the big bully cultivator MC that no one really likes— I only need a harem of beautiful girls from different races, and I'll complete the full picture of a trashy MC who only thinks with his balls.

I address the old man who was weakly kneeling on the floor. "I wage this spear… I want your fan…"

The old man speaks to me with a fearful look. "Forgive me lord cultivator for not seeing my limits. Please accept this fan as my gift. My name is—"

"You don't need to introduce yourself," Cutting him off midsentence, I cruelly tell him what is going to happen. "You will wage your fan, accept the bet, and learn from the experience… I told you what is going to happen, right? This is it…"

The old man meekly nods. "I accept the bet."

The disciples and some of the elders who come out of hiding, members of the Sun's Scripture, watch everything in front of them helplessly as their sect master is getting humiliated. Their helplessness stems from my appearance, which by no means is both welcome and unwelcome for them at the same time.

"I will bet you can endure a single punch from me… Can you do that?"

The old man hurriedly nods.

I walk from the old man and seats far away from him. The old man doesn't know what to do, but I tell him to stay where he is as I drink a cup of tea to calm my slight anger which almost comes to a boiling point. I kind~a… was able to feel something uncanny about the old man, and I wish I was wrong, but whatever that was, I don't like its smell. With a savage smile, I put my hand behind my back as I watch the old man wait nervously.

Suddenly, the old man keels as he feels an impact in his abdomen. To his surprise, it wasn't as painful as he imagines it to be. He quickly recovers, stands up, and was about to return to his people only for me to stop him.

I cannot have him go yet. "Stop, where are you going?"

"You punched me already… I say, thank you for your generosity, Lord Immortal… As my form of repentance, please take this fan." With a deadpan face, he offers the fan in his hands outwardly reaching to me.

I shake my head. "Did anyone see here I punched him?"

The chill in the old man's spine warns him of what is about to come but he is helpless as another 'impact' makes contact with his flesh. He hears the echoing voice of those who were watching saying 'no, he didn't punch him yet,' and just like that, a slaughter proceeds in its own merry way.

An hour later, the bystanders get sick of the torture.

A second hour later, the cultivators of Sun's Scripture kowtow and begs me to stop, but I tell them I will think about it if they stay and just watch for another three hours.

A third hour later, almost half of Sun's Scriptures are gone, and go on their way to find other inns for them to stay.

A fourth hour later, I create a barrier superpower costing me a good 10, 000. With it, I make a resilient cage covering a god hundred meters around me. Long has Lu Gao and Yin Shu is not here, so I can do now as much as I please.

The sect members of Sun's Scripture become panicky at my actions. At that exact moment, I spend 50,000 quintessence to gain the superpower of projection and reflection— a dual power that comes from a single source.

"I will be honest… I had a hard time analyzing the disguise your sect has. It is a pity two of your lot were able to escape, but it is fine, I have marked them, and I have people who are very eager for their blood."

The old man, the sect master of the Sun's Scripture, realizes the deep shit he is in…

"How did you know?" The old man fearfully asks.

"Well, by bashing you around left and right with my Telekinesis of course. Did you think I was torturing you for fun? I was curious about you... I did something similar to one of your people. He is as sturdy as you. The determining factor however on how I discovered you are your fiery fan… Do you know? The Sun's Scripture doesn't have any fan battle art. Moreover, the bones you fashion in your fans are similarly too much a giveaway. It is amazing though that you were able to infiltrate this deep in another sect."

With a flick of my hand, I throw a ray of light carrying the power of projection. The moment it hits the old man, it reveals his true self, a withered old man with an almost bone-like body. His eyes burn with hatred.

"I endured all of those humiliating things for this to happen!? You might be an 11th stage who is able to hide all of his power. You are a great threat too immeasurable for our sect, but I am telling you! The Bones Devouring Sect is not the last of us!"

He sure has it wrong with me being secretly an 11th stage, but he sure is damn right that I am a threat.

With the old man's words as signals, two more demonic cultivators appear on the faithful members who stayed for their Sect Master's sake. The demonic cultivators take the disciples hostage, I find myself laughing.

Though my modern mind's perspective is rebelling inside my head that I should do something to save the hostages, I can feel old Fu Shi's emotions in my mind getting stronger with compelling vindictiveness I cannot begin to imagine resisting.

I may look easygoing, don't care much for this world, and lacks the necessary wisdom to become a successful cultivator, but I do know how to make a wager. To know my chances, to grow suspicious of my surroundings, and to trust my guts.

It might not just be opportunities that were calling me from my cave. Perhaps, it was the Heaven's Game or an entirely different thing.

But, come on, maaan… I just want to enjoy the cultivator life with my grandchildren or something… I was hoping to get a vacation from turning the world into an MMORPG, and here I am, seemingly in the web of conspiracy that would be perfectly apt as a main storyline for the game I was creating.