Chen Mo got his driver's license during his second year of university. Back then, he had thought learning to drive would let him work as a driver or something similar. He never expected that he would not become a driver in the end, but a delivery guy instead.
So after getting his license, he had never touched a steering wheel, nor had he had another chance to get near a car—until today, when he finally had the chance to own one. As a result, his driving skills were incredibly rusty. Not only did the car stutter and shake, but it would stall after barely going any distance.
At this moment, there was no difference between his identity as a cultivator and that of an ordinary person. Both were equally pathetic.
Fortunately, this car was cheap. Given his current finances, buying another ten cars would not even hurt him. There was no need to feel bad about it. Besides, the blue lettering sprayed on its car door made it look completely like a Second-hand Cargo Truck. There was nothing else to say—he might as well put it through the wringer. Once he had practiced enough and improved his skills, he could buy a better car.
After the car stalled again because he had released the clutch too slowly, Chen Mo was covered in Black Lines. Even though he was now quick and agile, driving still required a period of familiarization. Of course, after driving from Car City to here for half an hour, he was already much more skilled than when he started. As a cultivator, with Mental Power stronger than that of an ordinary person, he learned to drive quite quickly.
He wobbled into the Gas Station and filled the tank. Car dealers would never fill up a sold vehicle.