Tell That to My Insurance! A Bishop Gets Rammed into a Mountainside

Lu Yuan couldn't be bothered to answer. He pulled open the door, climbed into Big Luck's cab, rested one hand on the steering wheel, and hooked a finger at Barak through the window.

"Tell that to my insurance!"

Barak froze, baffled. "Insurance? What insurance?"

Before he could work out what the word meant, the Handcart's headlights flared. A blinding beam struck him full in the face, making his eyes sting!

The next instant, an earsplitting engine roar erupted!

Big Luck's engine roared like a waking beast. Its black steel body lunged forward, twelve tires gouging deep furrows through the grass!

Barak's pupils contracted!

He tried to activate his Martial Soul Avatar, but there was no time!

Lu Yuan floored the accelerator, and Big Luck hurtled toward Barak like lightning!

The front of the truck slammed into his chest!

Bang!!

A heavy crash rang out!

Barak felt as though a collapsing mountain had struck his chest. Several ribs snapped at once!

His body flew backward, tracing a graceful arc over the heads of the assembled Spirit Masters.

Bang!!

Another crash followed.

Barak was embedded in a cliff face three hundred meters away, limbs spread like a gecko pinned to a wall.

All seventy Spirit Masters standing there turned to stare at Barak. Every one of them froze.

Their beloved bishop now hung on the cliff like a painting, unable even to pry himself loose.

Lu Yuan leaned out the window and glanced at the "human wall ornament" in the distance. He smiled in satisfaction and nodded.

He hollered, "When Big Luck roars, your life needs an overhaul!"

Then Lu Yuan shifted gears, stepped on the gas, and drove off.

He left behind the dumbstruck Spirit Masters and Bishop Barak, still embedded in the cliff and unable to pry himself free.

The day was bright and cloudless.

Lu Yuan rolled his window halfway down, letting gusts of wind sweep through the cab and blow away the weariness of the night before.

Since leaving Star Dou Great Forest, he had run over a Spirit Hall bishop, wandered around the forest for several more days, and sent several more groups of foolish interceptors flying.

Now he was driving Big Luck toward Heaven Dou City.

Heaven Dou City was the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire and its most prosperous city.

Lu Yuan had no grand ambition driving him there. In his previous life, he had driven for over a decade without ever visiting the capital.

Now that he had the chance in this life, he might as well see it for himself.

After all, he had reached level 65.

And with his Martial Soul Truck, his strength had reached level 83.

For all the time he spent cultivating and growing stronger, he still needed a little rest.

Even so, he ran into some trouble on the road...

He glanced at the rearview mirror.

Several hundred meters behind Big Luck, a handful of riders were chasing him at full gallop.

They wore all sorts of clothes and had cold eyes. One look told him they were trouble.

They were the third group today.

Ever since he had left Star Dou Great Forest, people had kept trying to stop him along the way.

There were bounty hunters from the Spirit Hunting Guild who wanted to trade his head for a reward.

There were private soldiers of Notting City nobles who wanted to steal his Spirit Bone.

There were even spies from the Star Luo Empire who wanted to capture him for study.

Some simply couldn't stand seeing him drive a Handcart and wanted to teach him a lesson.

Their reasons varied wildly, but they all met the same end.

Big Luck sent every last one flying.

Lu Yuan never lingered for a fight. He hit them and drove on, without even bothering to get out and look.

Besides, he had somewhere to be!

Why waste time on these people?

Just then, the horses behind him suddenly picked up speed.

Their leader was a burly man wielding a Mountain-Splitting Axe. His Soul Power fluctuations put him around the Soul King level.

He tugged the reins and rode alongside Big Luck, waving his axe as he shouted at Lu Yuan in the cab, "Kid! Stop! Hand over the Spirit Bone, and I might spare your life!"

Lu Yuan didn't even turn his head.

He merely pressed the accelerator a little.

Big Luck's engine gave a low growl, and the truck surged forward.

At the same time, Lu Yuan nudged the steering wheel. The truck's nose shifted slightly left, and its bumper brushed the side of the man's horse.

The horse's right leg snapped at once. It screamed and tumbled away, taking the burly man with it.

They rolled several times along the road before finally stopping.

The man lay bruised and battered, his axe nowhere to be seen. Clutching his thigh, he howled in pain.

The horse lay beside him with its broken leg bone exposed, blood splattered across the ground as it whinnied in agony.

Lu Yuan stuck a hand out the window, gave the man the middle finger, then stepped on the gas and sped away.

The remaining riders pulled up their horses and exchanged looks. None dared chase Lu Yuan and Big Luck any farther.

Over the next seven days, rumors along the main road about the Handcart and the young man driving it grew stranger and stranger.

Some even believed Big Luck was a secret weapon of Spirit Hall, built to test a new kind of Soul Tool.

Others said Big Luck was a lost Ancient Mechanism with an ancient treasure hidden inside.

A few powerful people even claimed the Handcart wasn't man-made at all, but an ancient Ferocious Beast that had taken its form—and that the boy might be its son.

The stories kept multiplying, each more outrageous and unbelievable than the last.

As for Lu Yuan himself, he sat on the front of Big Luck, chewing jerky and pondering his choice of Third Soul Ring for the journey to Heaven Dou City.

He already had two Spirit Rings.

His first Spirit Ring came from a Ten-Thousand-Year Armored Rhino and gave Big Luck a basic boost to its carrying capacity.

His second came from a hundred-thousand-year Three-Headed Crimson Demon Hound. It unlocked the "speed line," giving Big Luck Turbocharging and Nitrous Boost.

So what about his Third Soul Ring? Which Spirit Beast should he choose?

Lu Yuan rubbed his chin and sank into thought, forgetting even to chew his jerky.

Ordinarily, a Third Soul Ring should come from a Spirit Beast between one thousand and ten thousand years old.

But he had abandoned the conventional path long ago.

Should he go for another ten-thousand-year beast? A hundred-thousand-year beast? Or something even older?

"Forget it. I'll decide when the time comes!" Lu Yuan hopped back into the cab. "I'll just pick the toughest one and run it over."

He started the engine. Big Luck roared to life and continued toward Tiandu City.