True Lord Yellow Mountain's Red Packet

True Lord White Crane swept his imposing gaze across all the fellow Daoists in the 'Nine Provinces Number One Group' —if it were a flying sword competition or a martial arts contest, he wouldn't dare to be so imposing in front of the fellow Daoists in the group.

But when it comes to racing, he's truly fearless!

He once Transformation into an ordinary human and won world-class racing championships several times. In those years, the ordinary human Transformation was revered by the world as the Racing Mini-King!

Although a hand-held tractor isn't a race car, it still falls under the category of a vehicle! As long as it has four wheels... no, as long as it's a vehicle with wheels, True Lord White Crane is confident he can become the champion!

"If I win the 'Hand Tractor Race,' I'll definitely be able to get closer to Venerable White and strengthen our relationship, right?" That's what True Lord White Crane thought.

So he stepped forward—so what if the entire 'Nine Provinces Number One Group' targeted him? Let the storm rage on, he was fearless!

The fellow cultivators in the group exchanged glances, and several nodded and clenched their fists in agreement. This big silly bird was too arrogant. Even if it was already at the Sixth-Grade True Lord realm, they were determined to teach it a lesson it would never forget!

"Alright." Venerable White chuckled and continued, "Furthermore, every competition must have a reward. Since I'm organizing this competition, I'll provide the rewards this time... The top six, well, let's say the top five, in this Hand Tractor Race. The top five can join me on an underwater exploration trip after the competition."

Originally, Venerable White intended to bring six fellow Daoists into the ruins as the first group, but one spot was reserved for True Lord White Crane as payment for helping Venerable resolve the Western issues related to the "Instructor Little Li" incident.

"Ruins?" True Lord Yellow Mountain asked curiously, "Senior White, what kind of ruins are they?"

"Yes, it's a very old ruin, seemingly a product of the 'Previous Era.' Before my last seclusion, I accidentally collided with a warship, and that's how I discovered this ruin... However, since I'm about to go into seclusion soon, I haven't had time to explore it yet. So I sealed and hid the entrance to the ruin," Venerable White explained.

The Previous Era refers to the era of the 'Old Heavenly Dao'.

As soon as Venerable White finished speaking, the fellow cultivators in the group immediately became extremely interested.

A product of the 'Previous Era'? If that's the case... could it contain information related to 'Longevity'?

It is important to know that in the ancient 'Old Heavenly Dao' era, there were many geniuses with 'Heavenly Mandate Talent' who forged their own 'Dao'. Although they could not inherit the Heavenly Mandate and achieve Immortality, they were able to advance half a step further in the 'Ninth-Grade Tribulation Immortal' realm and come into contact with the secrets of Longevity.

In this day and age, the most likely places to find information about "Longevity" in well-preserved relics from the "Old Heavenly Dao" era!

This is information about 'Longevity'! Although it may be someone else's 'path', it can be completely learned from and integrated into one's own 'path' in the future.

Immediately, many fellow cultivators in the Nine Provinces Number One Group felt a strong urge to try it out.

"Cough cough!" Big Macaque Mad Saber Three Waves, in his monkey form, patted his chest forcefully and said, "Senior White, how could such a meaningful event Hand Tractor Race be complete without me, Mad Saber Three Waves? Let's ride our hand tractors, face the rising sun, and head towards a bright new era! I, Mad Saber Three Waves, am signing up for the competition, and nobody can stop me!"

As soon as Three Waves finished speaking, a female disciple of the Chu Household who was acting as a guide for everyone next to him blinked and asked curiously, "Eh, senior, isn't your Daoist name Su Clan’s Seven?"

The female disciple of the Chu Household still remembered that the senior who had been turned into Big Macaque should have been called 'Su Clan’s Seven'!

Previously, when the senior threatened Void Sword Sect, Xu Zheng leader of the Xujian Sect, he said, "[I Heavenly River Su Clan’s A-Qi, love nothing more than taking on an entire sect by myself!]"

How domineering!

In short, Xu Zheng, the leader of the Void Sword Sect, obediently took off his Daoist robe in public.

At that very moment, this female disciple of the Chu Household became a loyal fan of 'Su Clan’s Seven'.

Therefore, she firmly remembered the Daoist name 'Su Clan’s Seven'. She even felt that even though this senior was now in the form of Big Macaque, he still looked so awesome and handsome!

Mad Saber Three Waves: "..."

"Pfft pfft pfft~~" The Northern River's Loose Cultivator, the Snow Wolf Cave Master, the Dharma King Creation, and the True Lord Dustfall all burst out laughing.

"Huh?" Little Chu Kong blinked in confusion. Had she said something wrong?

Mad Saber Three Waves... Internal Injury!

After Mad Saber Three Waves set the stage, every member of the Nine Provinces Number One Group patted their chests, declaring that they wanted to participate in the cool Hand Tractor Race.

The Fairy Eastern Six: "Senior White, count me in for the relics from the 'Previous Era'!"

Northern River's Loose Cultivator: "Thinking about it, Hand Tractor Race might be quite interesting."

"Actually, I drove a hand tractor many years ago. Back then, owning a hand tractor was a really cool thing." Snow Wolf Cave Master said that he would reveal his true form when he participated in the Hand Tractor Race.

True Lord Ancient Lake Abbey: "Actually, I used to own a tractor manufacturing plant. I'm sure I'd get a spot in the top five!"

When faced with the allure of relics from the 'Previous Era,' one's morals can be fully restored with a good night's sleep.

Finally, True Lord Yellow Mountain calmly put down his rice bowl... and finished it. "Then, I'll provide the hand tractors needed for the competition. Register the number of participants with me, and I'll send over a batch of hand tractors as quickly as possible."

True Lord Yellow Mountain would never tell the fellow Daoists in the group that when Venerable White expressed his desire to learn to drive, he gifted Venerable White a hand-operated tractor, hehehe.

"Then it's settled!" Fellow cultivators in the group eagerly signed up for the competition.

After tallying the number of applicants, True Lord Yellow Mountain remembered something else. "By the way, hasn't my friend Shuhang returned yet?"

"Does the True Lord have something to discuss with him?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator inquired.

"Hmm, it's about time to give him a big red envelope!" True Lord Yellow Mountain said, reaching out to grab the Pekingese Little Doudou.

Doudou shouted, "What's wrong, Yellow Mountain Big Fool?"

"It's time to go home," said True Lord Yellow Mountain.

"No, you think I'll lose face if you just say you're going home?" Doudou said coldly, "At the very least, you should come out yourself, cross mountains and rivers, go through all sorts of hardships to find me, and then bring me back! That's basic sincerity, do you understand sincerity?"

True Lord Yellow Mountain chuckled, "Stop fooling around. You've had enough fun outside this time. Don't bother young friend Song Shuhang anymore. Go back."

"No, I don't want to go back! I still want to Song Shuhang! I'm going to be the star of the movie, Pekingese! I want to be Great Ming! I absolutely don't want to go back!" Doudou waved its paws frantically and shouted.

"This time, you have no choice." True Lord Yellow Mountain reached out and pulled out a dog leash, then snapped it onto Doudou.

"Yellow Mountain Big Fool, I'll fight you to the death!" Doudou gritted her teeth. "I advise you to take off my collar right now, or don't blame me for being impolite! I'm going to sing 'The Song of the Yellow Mountain Big Fool'!"

True Lord Yellow Mountain: "..."

Before Doudou could even begin to sing that "Song of the Yellow Mountain Big Fool," True Lord quickly snapped his fingers.

Then, a function on the collar was activated!

A flash of light!

At this moment, Doudou spoke up, "Woof woof woof woof woof~~"

Huh? Why is it just a simple barking sound?

After calling out a few times, Doudou looked puzzled.

Then, it tried a different language and continued, "Woof woof woof woof."

Still unable to produce a human voice?

Doudou was devastated. It tried several languages in one go, but all it could produce was a soft bark.

"Hehe, a newly crafted dog collar. I recently discovered that the 'mute function' in the group is very useful. So I tried modifying your collar a bit," True Lord Yellow Mountain said smugly.

The real-life 'Silencing Formation' doesn't actually prohibit sound, but rather prevents Doudou from speaking in human language, forcing it to only bark.

"Woof woof woof woof~~" Doudou barked desperately, but the collar was very powerful. Even though it barked desperately, the sound was only so loud, sounding like a cute puppy barking.

"Yes, the whole world has become quiet, that's wonderful," True Lord Yellow Mountain exclaimed.

Doudou rolled her eyes, utterly despairing. The 'Grand Silencing Technique' had actually been brought into reality by True Lord Yellow Mountain! Could she still have fun?!

Mad Saber Three Waves was standing to the side, came over, reached out and lifted Doudou's chin, and exclaimed, "Indeed, Doudou is cuter when she can't speak human language."

"Awoo~~" Doudou leaped up and pounced on Mad Saber Three Waves's head, opening its big mouth and snapping its jaws into Three Waves's head!

A liquid, possibly blood or saliva, was faintly visible trickling down Three Waves's forehead...

Mad Saber Three Waves: "..."

Northern River's Loose Cultivator turned around, took out his phone, and casually snapped a photo of Three Waves and Doudou together. The Big Macaque in the Daoist robe and the Pekingese dog biting his head—what a great picture!

Although they are not the same species, seeing this scene inevitably brings to mind the poem. "Born of the same root, why so eager to harm each other?"

True Lord Yellow Mountain reached out and grabbed Doudou off Three Waves's head.

Then, True Lord Yellow Mountain said, "Since I just need to deliver 'hand-held tractors' to all of you fellow Daoists, I remembered the big red envelope I promised to give to young friend Song Shuhang. Speaking of which, I already owe young friend Song Shuhang two red envelopes. One is for taking care of Doudou for so long, and the other is for welcoming Venerable White out of seclusion."

"Huh, a red envelope to welcome me out of the pass?" Venerable White turned his head and blinked curiously.