My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 84

“Hah!” The Book Immortal laughed triumphantly, about to open his left hand—

“Nothing there!” Lin Hai blurted out a split second before the hand fully opened.

“Uh…” The smile froze on the Book Immortal’s face, but it was too late—his left hand was already open.

Empty.

“Hah! See? Nothing in the left hand. I guessed right!” Lin Hai grinned.

The Book Immortal’s face darkened, his eyes boring into Lin Hai. But soon, his expression smoothed over, a cruel smirk playing at his lips.

So what if he guessed right?

Whether he passes or not is still my call.

Lin Hai kept his cheerful facade but watched the immortal’s reactions like a hawk.

Xian’er had warned him—this guy was notorious for changing the rules on a whim. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down.

Sure enough, the moment that smirk appeared, Lin Hai knew trouble was coming.

“Ah, Senior Book Immortal, I—I’m just so moved!” Lin Hai’s eyes darted as he rushed forward, putting on an act.

“You’re too kind, too generous! If you had guessed first, I’d have lost for sure. But you insisted I go first, refusing to take advantage of me. That’s… that’s just noble!” He even fake-wiped a tear.

“Oh, and since the stone wasn’t in your left hand, it must be in your right, right?” He buttered the immortal up before suddenly pivoting.

“Huh? Oh! Y-Yes, of course—it’s in the right!” The Book Immortal subconsciously pulled his right hand back.

“I knew it! You must’ve seen how hard I fought to pass the first two trials and didn’t have the heart to crush me. Your mercy is unforgettable, Senior!”

“Ah, well, y’know… Passing two trials is impressive. Would’ve been a shame to end your run here,” the immortal mumbled, trapped by Lin Hai’s flattery.

“Your wisdom is boundless, Senior! Any advice for the fourth trial? I’d be so grateful!”

“The fourth? Oh, the Painting King’s a gentle soul. He won’t give you trouble. Just head over.”

“Then I thank you, Senior! Farewell!” Lin Hai bowed hastily and grabbed Xian’er’s arm. “Let’s go.”

“Uh…” The Book Immortal stood there, dumbfounded.

…Did I just get played?

The kid was sharp—not only had he avoided the trap, but he’d also maneuvered the immortal into approving his pass.

At least the brat had the decency not to embarrass him further.

Sighing, the Book Immortal opened his right hand.

Also empty.

The stone had never been in either.

…..

Xianer kept shooting Lin Hai puzzled looks as they walked.

“Hey, been staring at me for a while now. What, am I that handsome?” Lin Hai teased, riding the high of three cleared trials.

“This servant wouldn’t dare presume!” Xian’er blushed, lowering her head.

Heh. Wouldn’t mind if you did, Lin Hai thought.

After another kilometer, they reached a gently rippling river. A burly, bearded man sat by the bank, munching on grilled fish with one hand while sketching with the other.

Lin Hai blinked. Whoa. Dude’s got that ‘wild artist’ vibe down pat.

“Painting King, the new master is here for his trial,” Xian’er announced with a curtsy.

The man’s head snapped up. “No shit. Someone actually got past that Book Immortal freak? First time in the Sacred Realm’s history!”

He scrutinized Lin Hai, as if searching for what made him special.

“Junior Lin Hai pays his respects, Senior Painting King!” Lin Hai bowed. He could already tell—this guy was the straightforward type.

And with such people, respect begat respect.

Sure enough, the Painting King immediately waved him off. “None o’ that formal crap! C’mere, have some fish!”

“Then I won’t stand on ceremony!” Lin Hai grabbed a fish and dug in.

The Painting King’s grin widened at his lack of pretension.

Huh?

The moment the fish touched his tongue, a faint energy surged through Lin Hai’s body, merging with his innate Qi and strengthening it.

This fish is no ordinary meal.

But time was short.

After finishing, Lin Hai clasped his hands. “Senior, you know why I’m here. With time running out, may I ask for your trial?”

“Ha! Easy-peasy. Just draw my portrait. Hit 70% likeness, and you’re golden.” The Painting King waved his fish skewer.

“70%?!” Lin Hai nearly choked.

The hell? I haven’t drawn since high school art class!

But he had no choice.

Glancing around, he realized—no paper, no pencils. Just brushes he didn’t know how to use.

Think, think…

His eyes landed on the charcoal under the grill.

Got it!

Snatching a piece, he marched to a nearby white stone wall.

The Painting King and Xian’er exchanged confused looks as Lin Hai studied the man’s face intently.

Then he started sketching.

Swish, swish…

Within minutes, a rough outline of a head took shape.

“Hoh? Now this is a fresh technique!” The Painting King abandoned his fish, edging closer.

Lin Hai alternated between glancing at him and refining the sketch, lamenting his rustiness. Back in school, I was top-five in class!

By the time he finished the bust portrait, the Painting King was right behind him, practically breathing down his neck.

Tossing the charcoal aside, Lin Hai exhaled.

Done. Not my best, but close enough.

He turned—

Holy crap!

The Painting King was way too close, rubbing his hands together with a creepy grin, eyes gleaming like a wolf spotting prey.

Lin Hai leapt back, arms crossed defensively.

“Whoa there! Whatever you’re thinking—brother doesn’t swing that way!“