Meng Hao walked into the mahjong parlor. The cultivator managing the registration gave a derisive snort, but Meng Hao did not really care, because he had repressed his aura down to the Single-Starred Adept Realm, and a fool would not be able to tell his true level of luck shitting.
"Give me... a hanchan!"
The cultivator's face flickered before he finally regained his composure and laughed. "You couldn't sit through a full hanchan. Get lost! Don't you see that there are Three-Starred Expert jongers waiting behind you? Meng Hao slapped his bag of holding and threw 80 billion spirit riichi sticks onto the counter, causing an earthquake which demolished half of the restaurant. Everyone dropped their jaws. None could see how this was possible!
"I'll take that hanchan, with the maximum buy-in," Meng Hao said. He was as calm as the ocean in a painting of an insanely calm ocean. "And let me see your manager!"
The registrar cultivator coughed up a mouthful of blood--he simply could not handle Meng Hao's killing intent, because he was only at the 1-Starred Master realm himself. Even though Meng Hao had suppressed his aura, because he had cultivated the Ippatsu Single-Strike technique, this was enough to kill people a few levels higher if he truly wanted.
It was then that another man which a much more fierce aura stepped forward. "You dare make trouble here?"
"P... Patriarch Tilelord!"
Patriarch Tilelord was 3500 points into the Great Circle of Master Realm, and on a win streak! Meng Hao was pushed back two feet, knocking over a beer tap. Asahi Super Dry geysered outward, killing several onlookers. Of course, Princess Ichihime saw all this happen through the window.
Meng Hao coughed up a mouthful of blood, snorted, constricted his pupils, and then his expression went calm. He unleashed the aura of 64 dora, condensed down to an 8 dora stack that could fit into his hand! Princess Ichihime coughed up a mouthful of tiles. Her pupils constricted.
"Is this... Seeking the Baiman stage??"
Meng Hao had the gentle air of a scholar, but it wouldn't stop him from killing several people in a mahjong parlor. "Flow Devouring Scripture! Tsumo!"
With the first keyword of the Flow Devouring Scripture, everyone below the early Expert stage exploded into purple mist. The light of the immense heavenly hand shone down with the contours of a sanmenchan as 136 illusory tiles floated around Meng Hao's body, which is probably an important xianxia number that matches the number of lakes in some sacred Chinese province I've never heard of. But that was only a fraction of Meng Hao's power. He waved his arm, bringing forth thirty more cultivation techniques that hadn't appeared in over 400 chapters!
"Tsumo! Pinfu! Tanyao! Ryanpeikou! dora 8!"
All of this takes some time to describe, but actually happened in the time it takes an incense stick to burn. "What! Impossible!"
But it was more than enough. The Tilelord's soul flew out and was absorbed into his mask! He screamed as his body was destroyed completely.
Meng Hao brushed off his robe and swept up his spirit coupons and everyone's bags of holding which probably didn't have any cool sh*t inside unless I write him into a corner later, and anyways, don't worry about it for now. He surveyed the rubble that was all that remained of the mahjong parlor.
"Guess I'll be taking that rank up... to go!"
