Greetings, Fellow Daoists Watching at Home. I'm Su Clan's Seven

In the sky, fluffy white clouds appeared and gathered.

These white clouds are a popular type of flying artifact in the Cultivator World; clouds have been a very practical form of camouflage since ancient times.

In ancient times, people sometimes saw immortals 'riding the clouds and mist,' but many of them were careless cultivators who forgot to cast invisibility spells on themselves while flying, and were accidentally seen by ordinary people.

Of course, some cultivators may also voluntarily appear among mortals for various reasons to complete certain tasks.

Now, some of the cultivators and disciples of the Chu Household, who were serving as spectators, climbed onto these cloud-shaped flying magical artifacts. They would watch the 'Hand Tractor Race' from the clouds for the entire time.

Some senior referees will use their flying swords or unique flying artifacts to closely follow the contestants.

In the sky, Venerable White presided over the start of the competition. "Attention all contestants, the first Cultivation World Hand Tractor Race is about to begin!"

"So this is the legendary Senior White."

"Just as the legends say, the handsome Senior White is so captivating that one glance is enough to make you unable to look away. I wouldn't mind marrying Venerable White right now!" a female cultivator said shyly, cupping her face in her hands.

"Should we offer a prayer? I heard Senior White is very efficacious."

"Hey, hey, hey, when did you start carrying an incense burner around with you all the time?"

"Absolutely. We cultivators must be fully prepared before doing anything. After I heard that Venerable White was hosting this 'Hand Tractor Race,' I secretly brought the incense burner with me."

Su Wenqu looked at his fellow cultivators beside him. "..."

I have a feeling that the fellow cultivators around me are all working really hard.

As soon as Venerable White's voice rang out, all Nine Provinces Number One Group ＠＃％×Fairy, Daoist priests, masters, Confucian School scholars, and some of Venerable White's friends, such as True Lord Flood Dragon Overlord, climbed off their hand-held tractors.

＠＃％×Fairy, Daoist priests, masters, gentlemen, and demon lords from all walks of life each held a tractor crank.

Then, these elegant ＠＃％×Fairy, Daoist priests, and virtuous monks came to the front of the tractor. They skillfully pressed down on the pressure relief lever and inserted the rocker arm.

Then... the ＠＃％×Fairy, Daoist priests, and masters vigorously cranked the tractor lever.

On the white clouds in the sky, many fellow cultivators had already blushed, wanting to laugh but daring not to—forgive them for having a low threshold for laughter, the sight of a large group of seniors bending over, lifting their buttocks, gripping the joystick, and spinning it desperately was truly visually striking.

Actually, it was just a very ordinary scene of driving a tractor, but because of the identity of the person cranking the tractor, the scene became unexpectedly interesting.

"How embarrassing! Why can't they just replace the 'hand-crank start' function on this hand tractor?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator said after finally managing to start the tractor.

"Northern River."

"Northern River +1"

"Northern River +2"

"You're all too naive. Senior White has already said that 'hand-crank start' is the real fun and essence of hand-operated tractors!" said True Lord White Crane.

Just as the elders were discussing this, Venerable White descended from the sky.

He then released a hand-operated tractor from his spatial equipment, skillfully pulled out the tractor crank, and started the tractor up with a roar.

The Dharma King Creation inquired, "Senior White, are you also participating in the competition?"

"No, I will not participate," Venerable White replied.

The reason he organized this 'Hand Tractor Race' was mainly because Venerable White himself really enjoyed playing with this special kind of 'vehicle'.

Unfortunately, it would be somewhat unfair for him to participate in the race, given that he was the one who designed the track and organized the competition.

Therefore, I can only join the competition under a different identity to have some fun.

"I will act as the team referee, accompanying everyone as we move forward. At the same time, I will prevent any unforeseen events that could endanger your lives during the competition," said Venerable White.

The fellow cultivators nodded in understanding.

"Furthermore, please give your all in the competition and unleash your full fighting power!" With that, Venerable White pointed to the sky, where a huge Eight-Trigrams Formation was quietly rotating.

In the center of the Eight-Trigrams Formation diagram, there is a huge mirror that records everything that is happening below and stores it within the Eight-Trigrams Formation.

"That's... the Gossip Information Collector from the Cultivator Daily?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator's face stiffened.

Venerable White nodded and said, "Yes, this is the first 'Hand Tractor Race' in the Cultivator World, so I contacted the Cultivator Daily to record and broadcast the entire competition live. So, everyone, do your best!"

The Dharma King Creation: "..."

Mad Saber Three Waves: "So, the whole scene of us standing in a row, frantically cranking the lever of a hand tractor, was filmed... and even broadcast live to the entire Cultivation World?"

The Eastern Fairy's face stiffened.

Northern River's Loose Cultivator: "Is it too late for me to withdraw from the competition?"

Mad Saber Three Waves fell silent.

A moment later, suddenly, Mad Saber Three Waves rushed towards the 'Gossip Information Collector', raised his arm and shouted loudly, "Hello fellow Daoists in front of the TV! I am Heavenly River Su Clan’s A-Qi, my race car number is 38. Please remember me and cheer me on!"

Song Shuhang: "Pfft..."

Northern River's Loose Cultivator: "Pfft..."

True Lord Yellow Mountain: "Pfft..."

Other fellow cultivators in the group. "Pfft..."

The Snow Wolf Cave Master silently took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Mad Saber Three Waves: "Brother Three Waves, this is the business card of Jiang Ziyan, a disciple of the Medicine Master family. I think you'll need it after the competition."

Mad Saber Three Waves took the business card, glanced at it, and then burst into laughter. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. I don't need this business card."

The Snow Wolf Cave Master's lips twitched. "Brother Three Waves, what's the raw material for your confidence? Could you spare me about two milligrams?"

In the sky, the chief referee, Venerable Spirit Butterfly, glanced at his beloved Soft Feather, and said in a deep voice, "Then, the competition officially begins!"

The fellow Daoists from the Nine Provinces Number One Group who participated in the competition, as well as some Daoists invited by Venerable White, climbed onto the tractor together.

Song Shuhang, also controlling the body of the Young Master Phoenix Slayer, climbed onto the Number 44 Hand Tractor.

Next, he just had to wait until he heard the referee, "Whirlwind Venerable," shout "On your marks—get set!" before he immediately started the hand tractor off!

Take a deep breath.

He's Song Shuhang, how could he possibly be defeated by a mere 'three-second delay'?

"On your marks!" Whirlwind Venerable raised his command pistol high, and at that moment, all the contestants and spectators focused their attention on him!

This feeling is the feeling of being in the limelight, the best and most dazzling style, the Whirlwind Venerable's favorite.

"Ready!" Whirlwind Venerable shouted.

All the participants gripped the hand-held tractor tightly, their minds focused.

"Now!" At this moment, Song Shuhang gave the 'departure' command to the body of Young Master Phoenix Slayer! Three seconds later, the Number 44 Hand Tractor will depart.

Next, we just have to wait for Whirlwind Venerable to fire his command gun!

0.3 seconds later...

The Whirlwind Venerable still held his command pistol high, but didn't pull the trigger. His mouth was slightly open, uttering a strange number. "1..."

What?

Song Shuhang was completely dumbfounded. Why was it a number?

Shouldn't we be firing now?

"2!" Whirlwind Venerable still showed no intention of firing.

Shoot! Shoot! Otherwise, in three seconds I'll be dashing out!

"3!" Whirlwind Venerable continued.

Three is enough, right?

Because he was a cultivator, Whirlwind Venerable recited the numbers a little faster. He finished reciting the three numbers in about two seconds. Adding the delay from when Whirlwind Venerable recited the numbers earlier, it took him a total of about 2.3 seconds.

It's not too late to fire now. I have a three-second delay. If I fire now, I can use that time to control the recoil and start running!

However, the Whirlwind Venerable still didn't fire. His small mouth slightly opened. "4!"

Song Shuhang sniffed. Even if he had to say numbers, wouldn't 1, 2, and 3 be enough? Why did he have to say 4?

If it's not 1, 2, 3, then at what number does this Whirlwind Venerable have to count before firing? He can't keep counting all the way to 10, can he?

This is completely unpredictable!

Oh no, three seconds are about to pass!

Fire! Referee, fire! There's no time left!

But to Song Shuhang's despair, the Whirlwind Venerable still didn't fire. He uttered a sound that made Song Shuhang's liver ache, "5..."

Song Shuhang's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Three seconds have passed.

Young Master Phoenix Slayer's hand, already gripping the handle of the hand tractor because of the mental gesture he had made three seconds earlier, had already begun a series of actions.

The hand-held tractor roared to life.

Stop it now! The game hasn't even started yet! It's not too late to stop!

Unfortunately, even if one wanted to stop, the command would only be transmitted to Young Master Phoenix Slayer's body after 3 seconds.

Thus, amidst the intense scrutiny of the crowd; under the lens of the 'Gossip Information Collector'; and in the astonished gazes of the contestants and the referee, Whirlwind Venerable, who fired the first shot.

Thump thump thump thump...

Young Master Phoenix Slayer's hand-operated tractor sped forward at incredible speed! It seemed Young Master Phoenix Slayer had installed Acceleration Formation that could increase speed by at least ten times!

Mad Saber Three Waves: "Huh? Did Referee Whirlwind Venerable fire the shot?"

Northern River's Loose Cultivator: "No way, didn't you see that Senior Whirlwind Venerable was also dumbfounded?"

Mad Saber Three Waves: "Why did Young Master Phoenix Slayer suddenly rush out?"

The Dharma King Creation, "He's probably acting crazy again. You all know his race; they sometimes suddenly become neurotic."

"But should we just let him rush out like this?" asked Mad Saber Three Waves.

Just as the fellow cultivators were discussing this, Venerable White, sitting next to them, stood up and pointed his hand at the 'Young Master Phoenix Slayer's' hand-operated tractor...