I'm Hosting a Hand Tractor Race

[Bonus chapter for the second chapter of 'Big Warmth Cute Girl' Alliance Leader'. Four chapters completed today, more tomorrow.]

"The Immortal Severing Platform Battle is over, what should we do next?" The seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group whispered among themselves.

At this moment, Chu Kangbo, the patriarch of the Chu Household, who had descended from the Immortal Severing Platform, strode towards the group. Naturally, he wanted to extend his hospitality as a host and invite everyone to visit the Chu Clan, hoping to build some connections with these powerful cultivators.

At this moment, Liu Jianyi looked up at the retreating members of the Void Sword Sect. His gaze shifted and quickly locked onto the two Spirit Emperors who had previously assisted the Void Sword Sect and exerted pressure on the Chu Household.

"Hmm, I guess I should take care of these two guys... That way, maybe if Master is happy, I'll have more opportunities to slack off?" Liu Jianyi thought to himself.

With that thought in mind, Liu Jianyi bid farewell to the seniors and quietly followed the retreating group of the Void Sword Sect, locking onto the two Golden Core Spirit Emperors.

Liu Jianyi really went to great lengths to slack off.

Just as Liu Jianyi was following the two Golden Core Spirit Emperors, two figures quietly appeared behind him: Venerable Spirit Butterfly and Soft Feather.

Although Venerable Spirit Butterfly knew that her disciple Liu Jianyi was already at the Fifth-Grade Spirit Emperor Realm, she was still somewhat uneasy seeing him secretly following the two Spirit Emperors. So, Venerable simply took Soft Feather and quietly followed behind Liu Jianyi... That's how it is for a master; on one hand, she wants to give her disciple opportunities for trials, hoping he can undergo various hardships; on the other hand, she worries whether the hardships will be too great, and whether her disciple will encounter any danger.

At this moment, Chu Kangbo came before the fellow Daoists and warmly invited them to visit the Chu Household.

The fellow Daoists in the Nine Provinces Number One Group glanced at Venerable White... Venerable White was still organizing the group members' emojis on his computer, and the fellow Daoists secretly sniffed.

Alright, it seems Venerable White is going to play for quite a while. Let's go Chu Household then. We'll see what Venerable White's plans are after he's sorted out his meme-worthy expressions.

Just then... a disciple of the Chu Household came running from afar.

"Oh no! Oh no! Elder, something's happened on the clan land!" Chu Household disciple shouted as he ran.

The Chu Household elder frowned and asked, "Chu Xueluo, don't panic, what happened in the clan's territory?"

The disciple named Chu Xueluo ran up to the group, panting heavily. "Elder, someone has infiltrated our clan's secret chamber and stolen our Chu Household's <Sword Formula>! Moreover, they released a fog over a key area of our clan's territory, and many clansmen are still unconscious!"

As soon as Chu Xueluo finished speaking, the atmosphere in the Chu Household camp, which had just won the Battle of Immortal Severing Platform, suddenly became tense.

The Sword Formula was stolen? Someone broke into the Chu Household Grounds?

The elder of the Chu Household hurriedly asked, "Where are those thieves now?"

"Several of those thieves were killed by Senior Sister Chu Chu and her companions, but one of them escaped with the <Sword Formula>." Chu Xueluo was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly saw the 'real Chu Chu's next to Venerable White.

Chu Xueluo's eyes widened immediately. "Huh, Senior Sister Chu Chu, what are you doing here?"

"I'll explain this to you later. What's the situation in the clan's territory now?" The genuine Chu Chu gestured with her hand and spoke.

Chu Xueluo looked bewildered, but still managed to explain, "Before I arrived, the clansmen had already taken action, treating those trapped in the mist and sending people to guard the entrance to the secret chamber. Then they sent me to inform the elders and everyone else."

Upon hearing this, the old patriarch Chu Kangbo said to the clan Old Daoist, "Wen Yan, take the clansmen back to see what's going on. I'll be there shortly."

The clan elder nodded, bid farewell to the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, and led most of the clan members back to the Chu Clan.

Chu Kangbo gave a wry smile and said to the fellow Daoists in the Nine Provinces Number One Group, "I originally wanted to invite you all to a gathering at the Chu Clan so that I could fulfill my duty as a host, but I never expected... this incident would happen at home."

True Lord Yellow Mountain smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Chu, unexpected events are beyond our control. You should go and deal with the Chu Clan's affairs first. Our group will probably stay in the vicinity for a while. When we come to visit, please don't mind if we are a large and noisy group."

"Of course not. I've asked Chu Chu, Chunying, and a few other disciples from the Chu Household to stay behind and act as guides for everyone. After I return and finish dealing with the affairs of the Chu Clan, I would appreciate it if you would give me the opportunity to extend my hospitality as a host," Chu Kangbo said, clasping his hands in greeting.

Fellow Daoists in the group laughed and said goodbye to him.

Chu Kangbo mounted his flying sword and swiftly returned to the Chu Household Grounds...

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"Hey, now that we can't go to the Chu Household, what are we going to do?" asked Northern River's Loose Cultivator. They couldn't just sit here doing nothing, could they?

Just then, Venerable White finally spoke, "I want to hold a competition!"

"?" The fellow Daoists turned around curiously and looked at Venerable White.

"I remember, the once-every-ten-year Flying Sword Race for Cultivator World is about to begin, right?" Venerable White pressed Enter forcefully, sending a full load of 'group fellow cultivator emoji material' into the group space of the Nine Provinces Number One Group. Then, Venerable White closed his laptop and looked at all the fellow cultivators.

"The Flying Sword Race? It seems it's almost here. Senior White, do you intend to host this year's Flying Sword Race?" True Lord Yellow Mountain asked curiously.

Venerable White's eyes lit up as he said, "No, there are no more events in the Flying Sword Race that I can participate in. So, I want to prepare a new event!"

If he had glasses at that moment, it would be even better if the Venerable White could push them up and let the lenses reflect the light of wisdom.

Northern River's Loose Cultivator asked curiously, "A new competition event? Is it also a flying sword competition?"

"Not flying swords," Venerable White said calmly. "I want to organize a Hand Tractor Race!"

Silence!

An awkward silence!

Within a 100-meter by 100-meter radius, you could hear a pin drop.

"Um, Senior White, I think I misheard. I didn't hear you clearly. What competition was it?" Mad Saber Three Waves asked, rubbing his ears.

"Hand-held, pulling, dragging, machine, big, race!" Venerable White said, enunciating each word clearly. After finishing, the senior added, "The kind with four wheels and a cargo bed."

"Pfft~~" Miss Chu Chu burst out laughing immediately.

Forgive Miss Chu Chu for having a low threshold for laughter; just thinking about this group of senior cultivators dressed as Daoist priests, masters, ＠＃％×Fairy, fortune tellers, swordsmen, and knivesmen, each with a hand-operated tractor, is enough to make her laugh.

Then, the scene unfolded where all sorts of senior figures—masters, Daoist priests, ＠＃％×Fairy —each grabbed a tractor crank, inserted it into the tractor's engine, and vigorously cranked it...

That scene was absolutely beautiful.

Not to mention, when the tractor started, a plume of black smoke billowed out. ＠＃％×Fairy, masters, and Daoist priests sat on the tractor, racing along the road as the vehicle trembled.

I can't take it anymore... My chest hurts so much. I forgot I was still seriously injured, and when I laughed, I aggravated my wound.

It hurts so much, but I also really want to laugh. I'm seriously getting internal injuries.

All the fellow cultivators were dumbfounded.

They kept picking at their ears, hoping they had misheard.

All fellow practitioners can only imagine themselves driving a hand tractor on the road; they don't know how to describe it.

And that's not the point—the point is that Venerable White meant to combine the 'Hand Tractor Race' with the once-a-decade Flying Sword Race!

The number of cultivators who participate in or visit the Flying Sword Race each year comes from all over the country and is quite large.

Under such circumstances, the fellow Daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group each had a tractor, with a hand-held handlebar and a trailer, and they started the competition area with a rumbling sound. It was too shameful.

When that time comes, the news of the 'Hand Tractor Race' will surely spread throughout the entire Cultivation World through the mouths of cultivators from all over the country.

No, no, no!

We absolutely must stop Venerable White from organizing this Hand Tractor Race!

We must find a perfect excuse to stop Venerable White.

"Senior White, the hand tractor is very slow, it can only go twenty or thirty miles per hour at most, it's so boring. How about we switch to another mode of transportation? Like a sports car?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator, as expected of the Saint Seiya of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, was the first to find a powerful excuse to launch an attack on Venerable White!

"Therefore, what I'm going to hold isn't an ordinary Hand Tractor Race," Venerable White said calmly. "We're going to modify the hand-held tractors, whether it's through magical modifications, rune modifications, array modifications, mechanical modifications... any method will do, to make them faster and more powerful! As long as they're still hand-held tractors, that's fine! So, speed isn't an issue!"

Northern River's Loose Cultivator, HP-1000, defeated.

Mad Saber Three Waves immediately followed, saying, "Senior White, the hand-operated tractor can only travel on land, which isn't exciting enough. It's not as fun as a regular Flying Sword Race!"

"There's no need to worry about that. I've already thought of it." Venerable White stretched out his hand and pointed into the distance, saying, "It's just that the land race is indeed lacking in excitement, so we should give the tractors the ability to 'drive on water.' The race will then be held on the sea. The land race will only be the first half of the course, and the middle part will take place on the sea. We can even consider a more exciting route! Riding the waves on the sea will definitely be a lot of fun!"

Mad Saber Three Waves HP-1000, defeated.

Then, True Lord White Crane stood up—because of his identity as a 'deliveryman,' White Crane tried to shrink into a ball and downplay his presence in order to avoid attracting the attention of his fellow Daoists.

But now, he has stepped forward!

"Senior White!" True Lord White Crane said earnestly.

The fellow cultivators couldn't help but glance at True Lord White Crane. At this crucial moment, True Lord White Crane had actually stepped forward? Had the sun risen in the west?

Venerable White: "Hmm?"

"Senior White! I wholeheartedly agree with your plan, with both hands, two feet, and three pairs of wings! The Hand Tractor Race is truly meaningful. I approve, and I'll be the first to participate!" True Lord White Crane said solemnly.

The fellow Daoists in the Nine Provinces Number One Group grinned – they wondered if accidental traffic accidents were allowed in the Hand Tractor Race? If so, many of them would consider giving True Lord White Crane a few unforgettable traffic accidents.