Translator: Stardu5t Editor: Kurisu

Soft Feather is really lucky, she flew right in front of me in an instant , ’Young Master Phoenix Slayer edition’ Song Shuhang thought to himself.

In the next moment, he saw Soft Feather getting shrouded by the sword light again before seeing her fly behind him, back to the starting point amidst screams.

Song Shuhang was speechless.

Was Soft Feather’s luck good or bad?

In short, I’ve got to be very careful. I have a lag of three seconds, so I need to keep my eyes open. If I see something strange, I have to prepare in advance to... aaaaaah!

Song Shuhang was thinking about trying to detect danger in advance so that he could give directions to his body three seconds earlier. However, little did he expect that a trap would suddenly activate in front of him.

What brought him despair was that the trap could actually move around—it was running to and fro on a designated area of the race track. It was running randomly, left, right, above, and below without a fixed pattern—there was no way to predict its movements.

Let alone the three seconds delay, Song Shuhang wouldn’t be able to avoid this trap even if his body were to listen to him right away!

The hand-guided tractor number 44 had fallen right into the trap—it was too late to do anything.

Afterward, Song Shuhang felt himself spiraling up into the sky.

The hand-guided tractor and his body were frantically spinning—he was very giddy and uncomfortable at this time.

After this, am I going to fly right back to the starting point? Song Shuhang’s face was filled with tears.

However... after coiling to a certain height, it did not seem like Song Shuhang was going to be sent straight to the starting point. The spiraling movement accelerated, making Song Shuhang’s have an even worse dizzy spell.

His head was very dizzy... and felt like vomiting.

This was a trap that forced a time-out—once you fell into it, you’d be spinning in the air for ten seconds.

In a competition subject to rapid changes, ten seconds were a lot.

"Whoosh..."

The seniors surpassed Song Shuhang one by one. In the blink of an eye, Song Shuhang dropped from the first place to the 47th.

Some seniors even warmly waved at Song Shuhang before overtaking him.

For example, the baboon-version Senior Thrice Reckless said, "Shuhang, keep spinning, you have already become quite a view on the race track."

Then, Senior Thrice Reckless happily overtook Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang inhaled deeply through his nose... he felt that the first ten places of the hand-guided competition were bidding him farewell, while the ’one month trip into space’ was warmly welcoming him.

No, I don’t want to go into space for one month or anything of the sort!

My miserable summer vacation has already unfolded on a magnificent scale, including: the mysterious island, getting hugged to death, battling on the Grievance Settling Platform, getting plotted against by that mister, and now the hand-guided tractor competition... I am already very satisfied. Please, let me spend the remaining one month in peace!

I want to go to a resort island to bask in the sun while drinking some delicious beverages and enjoying my life on the beach!

I don’t want to go into space!

It’s one month’s worth of time, and I am only a little cultivator of the Second Stage, not a senior of the group. I can still use the fasting pills to settle hunger and thirst, but how am I to use the toilet?

In the environment without gravity, pee will float randomly in all directions, right? What if it flies towards my face?

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"Little friend Shuhang, if you have the time, come to our Warring Buddha Sect and be a guest," Dharma King Creation said as he brushed past Song Shuhang with a head full of elegant, silky hair.

Dharma King Creation was another senior that was participating just for fun. At the moment, it was a crucial period for him to break through his current realm and get promoted to the Sixth Stage True Monarch. Therefore, although he was interested in Senior White’s ruins from the ’previous era’, he didn’t really have the time to explore it.

Also... things like ruins weren’t a one-time thing. If he had no opportunity to explore them this time, he would have another the next time. The only thing was that his gains might not be as good as those of his fellow daoists who entered first.

When he brushed past Song Shuhang, Dharma King Creation’s phone started ringing.

Dharma King Creation swiped across his phone and saw that it was Su Clan’s Seven.

"Eh? Fellow Daoist Seven?" Dharma King Creation smiled and picked up the phone, saying, "Fellow Daoist Seven, what’s up? Speaking of which, I am currently taking part in a hand-guided tractor competition. It’s very interesting. I think it’s your loss for not participating."

"I know." On the other end of the line, Su Clan’s Seven’s tone was rather dark. "I am watching the live broadcast."

"Hahaha, are you regretting not joining?" Dharma King Creation asked again. "You sound off. Did something happen?"

"I’m very off, just like a volcano that is about to erupt." Su Clan’s Seven clenched his teeth and said, "The three elders of the Su Clan suddenly called me and cursed at me."

"Why?" asked Dharma King Creation.

"They scolded me for being stupid and dressing up as a baboon while taking part in the hand-guided tractor competition. I supposedly even called out in the live broadcast, saying that I was Spirit River Su Clan’s Seven and that I had the hand-guided tractor number 38 and whatnot. Our Spirit River Su Clan is utterly embarrassed. Right now, I want to know just one damn thing: who is that baboon?" Su Clan’s Seven was about to go mad.

Dharma King Creation snickered. "Hehe, who else do you think it is?"

"I knew it, it was him... that cheap bastard, Thrice Reckless!" Su Clan’s Seven gritted his teeth.

"Hahahaha." Dharma King Creation laughed out loud.

The sound of teeth grinding could be heard from Su Clan’s Seven’s side. He said hatefully, "Fellow Daoist... can you help me teach Thrice Reckless a lesson?"

"No, I’m a merciful monk," said Dharma King Creation... he really admired Thrice Reckless, especially whenever he courted disaster with all his might. Dharma King Creation had always been rather cheerful in those moments.

"The ❮Clear Weather After Snowfall❯!" Su Clan’s Seven said as he clenched his teeth. "I can let you enjoy the authentic ❮Clear Weather After Snowfall❯ for three months, you can even make a copy of it."

"The authentic ❮Clear Weather After Snowfall❯? Why is it in the hands of the Su Clan? Is there someone there who enjoys calligraphy? Don’t waste it and directly sell it to me," Dharma King Creation exclaimed—even though he practiced extremely brute and fierce battle techniques such as the ’Warring Buddha’s True Body’, Dharma King Creation was a famous calligrapher, considered a genius by China’s Calligraphy Association.

"Get lost!" Su Clan’s Seven said hatefully. "At most, I can lend it to you for five months to enjoy it, just help me get back at Thrice Reckless."

"Deal!" Dharma King Creation happily agreed. With Thrice Reckless’ ways of courting death, he should have died a long time ago. So, let me subdue monsters and eliminate demons, purifying heaven and earth!

"I am watching the live broadcast. If you do it well, I can lend it to you for an additional month." Su Clan’s Seven tried to entice him.

"No problem, leave it to me." Dharma King Creation patted his chest reassuringly.

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After ending the call with Su Clan’s Seven, Dharma King Creation swiped on his phone and made another phone call.

Very soon, the call was connected and Thrice Reckless Mad Saber’s laughter was heard. "Fellow Daoist Creation, what’s up? Wahahaha, don’t tell me you want me to help you?"

At this moment, Thrice Reckless Mad Saber was at the front of the hand-guided tractor competition—he was vying for the first position, contending with True Monarch Fallout, Cave Lord Snow Wolf, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator and True Monarch Tyrant Flood Dragon.

"Hehehe, actually, I suddenly remembered about an important piece of information and wanted to tell you about it." Dharma King Creation laughed.

"If you have something to say, then tell me quickly. We are still in the midst of a competition," said Thrice Reckless Mad Saber.

"Not long ago, Xuan Nu Sect’s Senior Skylark came to the Warring Buddha Sect as a guest. Thereafter, when we were chatting, we suddenly talked about you, Fellow Daoist Thrice Reckless. She said that the way you court death is rather interesting. Hence, next month, she would go to your immortal cave and stay there as a guest for a period of time." Dharma King Creation laughed and continued, "Even though I am a monk, I envy you. Senior Skylark is so beautiful and pretty, and she wants to be a guest at your place once again... for all you know, you and her might end up together."

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber’s entire body started shaking.

At this moment, Thrice Reckless suddenly recalled that several years ago, he was horrifyingly tormented for a year and four months by a ’big senior’ whose eyes were as beautiful and dazzling as the moon in the night sky.

Indeed, that beautiful big senior was Xuan Nu Sect’s Skylark. She was at the peak of the Seventh Stage Spirit Venerable realm with only a thin line separating her from the Eighth Stage Profound Stage Realm. This was a person that was truly a big senior, and she came from the same era as the other big senior of the group, Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue.

"No...no...!" Thrice Reckless Mad Saber subconsciously screamed.

Pitiful Thrice Reckless’ mind was in chaos. Since his mind was in chaos, he was unable to concentrate fully on the competition. He couldn’t even control his vehicle, and in a moment of carelessness, his tractor brushed against Northern River’s Loose Cultivator’s tractor number 19.

"Thrice Reckless, what are you doing?" Northern River’s Loose Cultivator’s angry voice was heard.

"Bang!" Thrice Reckless’ vehicle collided with Northern River’s Loose Cultivator’s tractor and both started swaying from side to side.

Just as they were swaying, they got overtaken by contestant number 4 True Monarch Fallout, contestant number 15 Cave Lord Snow Wolf, and contestant number 56 True Monarch Tyrant Flood Dragon.

"Thrice Reckless, you’re courting death!" Northern River’s Loose Cultivator said angrily. He patted his hand-guided tractor, and in the next moment, four sharp rams suddenly appeared on top of its four wheels.

Things like drills and rams were quite popular among the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

In the next moment, Northern River’s Loose Cultivator controlled his tractor and used all his power to collide into Thrice Reckless Mad Saber’s hand-guided tractor.

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber shouted, "Don’t do that, Old Northern River, listen to my explanation... it was not on purpose!"

"There is no need for explanations, take my ’Victory Rams!" shouted Northern River’s Loose Cultivator

"Doooooooon’t~"

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The sharp rams collided with Thrice Reckless Mad Saber’s tractor and pressed against Thrice Reckless’ defensive formation. Sparks flew.

"Hehehehehe." Dharma King Creation was very satisfied as he put his phone away. He casually operated his hand-guided tractor and charged ahead at a fast speed.

It’s about time to deal Brother Thrice Reckless a deadly strike!

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com

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