My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 55

The moment the entire jug of liquor hit his stomach, Lin Hai felt like his insides were on fire. His face flushed crimson instantly.

“Brother Lin, you’ve got guts!” Xiao Yi gave him a thumbs-up before promptly refilling Lin Hai’s glass.

“Come on, good things come in pairs—let’s go again!” Without even giving him a chance to eat, Xiao Yi raised his glass once more.

“Brother, your injury isn’t fully healed yet. Take it easy!” Xiao Qian tried to intervene.

“Bah! This little scratch is nothing. Here, Brother Lin, I’ll drink first to show respect!” Xiao Yi downed the second glass without hesitation.

“Brother Lin, we’re all in!”

Damn it! Lin Hai cursed inwardly. The first glass had barely settled, and now the second was already coming.

Screw it. If they can do it, so can I!

Young and prideful, Lin Hai wasn’t about to back down. He raised his glass, tilted his head back, and the second shot disappeared.

This time, the world spun.

“Haha! Now that’s what I call a man!” Xiao Yi laughed heartily.

“Alright, everyone—third round!”

You’ve got to be kidding me! Lin Hai’s confidence wavered.

“Brother Lin, in the army, we have a rule: the first three rounds are mandatory. After that, it’s every man for himself. Bottoms up!”

“Ganbei!” The group of soldiers stood as one, glasses clinking.

Hell’s bells. Lin Hai groaned internally. This is torture.

Fine. Let’s do this.

He shut his eyes, threw his head back, and the third glass was history.

Gulp. His stomach lurched violently.

Slumping into his chair, Lin Hai gripped the table to steady himself.

No way. I can’t puke here. That’d be humiliating.

“Haha! Dig in, everyone!” Xiao Yi finally sat, signaling the start of the meal.

Thank god—food at last!

Lin Hai shoveled two bites into his mouth, forcing the nausea down.

Never again. Drinking with soldiers is suicide. Half a jin in under five minutes?

If only I had Duan Yu’s trick—using internal energy to purge the alcohol through my fingertips. Then I’d drink these bastards under the table.

Wait. Internal energy!

A lightbulb went off.

That’s right! I took that Foundation Establishment Pill. Didn’t it push me to the early Xiantian stage? That “Xiantian Qi” stuff—isn’t it basically internal energy?

Worth a shot!

Focusing inward, Lin Hai willed his Qi to manipulate the alcohol’s path.

Holy—it’s working!

The energy obediently guided the liquor where he directed.

Yes!

But then reality hit.

Duan Yu had the Six Meridians Divine Sword to expel it. I don’t. What’s the point if it’s just sloshing around inside me?

Think. Where’s the exit?

A wicked grin spread across his face.

Got it.

Channeling his Qi downward, he funneled the alcohol toward his bladder.

Instantly, pressure built.

“Excuse me—restroom break!”

Relief came in a torrent. By the time he returned, his complexion was normal, his breath clean.

Game on, boys.

Xiao Yi raised another full glass the moment Lin Hai sat.

“Brother Lin, army rules: bathroom breaks mean penalty drinks. Since you didn’t know, I’ll join you. One shot—fair?”

Bring it.

Now armed with his cheat code, Lin Hai knocked it back without flinching.

“Ha! Impressive!” Xiao Yi refilled them.

“Next one—to thank you for saving my life yesterday.”

“Another—for putting those Japanese punks in their place today.”

“Last one—for making China proud!”

Three more rounds vanished into Lin Hai’s Qi-controlled disposal system.

The soldiers took turns challenging him. Soon, three empty bottles stood by his chair.

Xiao Yi exchanged glances with his men. Even he had two bottles down, his cheeks flushed. Yet Lin Hai remained unshaken.

“Brother Lin… you’re a legend,” Xiao Yi admitted.

“Not at all. My turn to toast!” Lin Hai stood, draining another glass.

The soldiers had no choice but to follow.

Payback time.

Lin Hai refilled Xiao Yi’s cup.

“To a true hero!” He drank first.

“Hero? Just trying to serve my country,” Xiao Yi muttered before gulping his.

One by one, Lin Hai toasted each man, each time finishing in one go.

By the tenth crate, even the table wobbled.

“Waiter! More!” Lin Hai bellowed.

“Wait—no more!” Xiao Yi slurred, waving frantically.

“Why stop? I’m just warming up!” Lin Hai smirked.

Xiao Yi hiccuped.

“Listen… In the army… skills and loyalty matter. But if you can’t drink?” He shook his head.

“We’re not alcoholics. We just… never know if we’ll see tomorrow.”

The words struck Lin Hai. He’d seen it himself—how even a privileged life like Xiao Yi’s meant nothing against a bullet.

“Brother Lin… we drank hard earlier… because we wanted you as family. And now?” Xiao Yi grinned blearily. “You’ve conquered us.”

The table erupted in cheers.

After comparing birthdays, Lin Hai—at 22, three months older than Xiao Yi—was crowned “Big Brother Hai.”

“HAI GE!” The soldiers roared.

Moved, Lin Hai stood—

Then froze.

Oh no.

His bladder screamed in protest.