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True Monarch White Crane majestically swept its eyes over all his fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group—if it were a flying sword competition or a martial arts competition, it wouldn’t dare to behave authoritatively in front of its fellow daoists from the group.

But if it were a car race, it had nothing to fear!

Once, it transformed into an ordinary human being and won several world-class level car tournaments in a row. Back in those days, its alter ego was hailed as the king of racing cars!

Even though a hand-guided tractor wasn’t a race car, generally speaking, it was still a type of vehicle! As long as it had four wheels... no, as long as it was a vehicle that had wheels, True Monarch White Crane was confident of becoming the champion!

If I emerge victorious in the hand-guided tractor competition, I would definitely get closer to Venerable White, strengthening our relationship, right? True Monarch White Crane thought that way.

Hence, it took a step forward courageously... so what if all the fellow daoists in ’Nine Provinces Number One Group’ were against him? Let the rainstorm rage on even stronger, it had absolutely nothing to fear!

The fellow daoists within the group looked at each other. Some of them silently nodded and clenched their fists—that stupid bird was too arrogant! Even though it was already in the Sixth Stage True Monarch Realm, the people that had the same rank would definitely teach it a lesson that it would never forget for its entire life!

"Good." Venerable White laughed and continued, "Also, a competition must have a prize or reward. Since I’m the one who organized this competition, I’ll be the one preparing the reward. The top six... no, the top five participants of this hand-guided tractor will have the opportunity to come with me to explore some ruins on the bottom the sea."

Originally, Venerable White wanted to bring six fellow daoists to enter the ruins, but one of the slots was given to True Monarch White Crane in advance as remuneration for helping him settle the issue of Instructor Li Jr. ending up in the West.

"Ruins?" True Monarch Yellow Mountain asked out of curiosity. "Senior White, what kind of ruins?"

"Hmm, they’re ruins with a long history, seemingly artifacts belonging to the previous era. Before I last went into secluded meditation, I accidentally collided with a warship, and chanced upon those ruins... but because I was about to go into secluded meditation, I did not stop to explore them. Hence, I sealed the entrance and hid it," explained Venerable White.

’Previous era’ should be referring to the era of the previous Wielder of the Will.

After Venerable White’s speech, the fellow daoists in the group immediately developed a huge interest in it.

Something belonging to the previous era? If that was the case... would there be information pertaining to ’immortality’?

During the era of the previous Wielder of the Will, there were a lot of geniuses that had what it took to carry the Will of the Heavens and hence managed to create their own ’way’ to immortality. Even though they were unable to carry the Will of the Heavens and become eternal and everlasting, they were still able to surpass the Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcender Realm, getting access to the secret of immortality.

In the present era, if there were still some perfectly preserved ruins from the era of the previous Wielder of the Will, there was 80-90% chance that they would be able to find information pertaining to immortality!

This was something related to immortality!

Even though it was the way to immortality that someone else had developed, it could be used as a reference to create one’s own way to immortality in the future!

Immediately, many fellow daoists were itching to be a part of it.

"Cough, cough!" Baboon version Thrice Reckless Mad Saber patted his chest and said, "Senior White, how can you leave me out of a meaningful event such as the hand-guided tractor competition? Let’s drive hand-guided tractors, welcoming the morning sun, heading towards a bright new era! I, Thrice Reckless Mad Saber, want to join the competition! Nobody can stop me from joining!"

After Thrice Reckless’ speech, next to him, the female disciple of the Chu Family that was in charge of being everyone’s guide blinked and asked curiously, "Eh? Senior, wasn’t your dao name ’Su Clan’s Seven’?"

This female disciple still remembered that this senior that had turned into a baboon should be called ’Su Clan’s Seven’!

Previously, when he was threatening the school head of Illusory Sword Sect, he said, "You don’t need to make inquiries to know that I, Spirit River Su Clan’s Seven, really like challenging schools in one-to-one battles!"

How overbearing was that?

With that one statement, the school head of the Illusory Sword Sect, Xu Zheng, quietly removed his daoist robe in front of everyone.

It was in that moment that this female disciple of the Chu Family became Su Clan’s Seven’s loyal fan.

Hence, she remembered that his dao name was ’Su Clan’s Seven’. She even felt that the senior’s current monkey form was still awesome and suave!

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber was speechless.

"Pfff~" Northern River’s Loose Cultivator, Cave Lord Snow Wolf, Dharma King Creation, and True Monarch Fallout all started to laugh.

"Eh?" Chu Kong blinked in puzzlement. Perhaps she said something wrong?

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber... immediately got an internal injury!

With Thrice Reckless Mad Saber taking the initiative, the fellow daoists from the Nine Provinces Number One Group started hitting their chests, expressing their desire to join the trendy hand-guided tractor competition one after another.

Fairy Dongfang Six said, "Senior White, count me in, for the sake of the previous era’s ruins!"

Northern River’s Loose Cultivator said, "Come to think of it, the hand-guided tractor competition might even be interesting."

"Actually, I had driven a hand-guided tractor many years ago. At that time, it was very trendy having a hand-guided tractor," Cave Lord Snow Wolf said. Judging from his expression, it seemed that he was planning to assume his real form while participating in the competition.

True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple said, "Actually, I used to have a factory that manufactured hand-guided tractors. I am definitely gonna be in the top five!"

Facing the enticement of the previous era’s ruins, integrity or whatever would be replenished after a good night’s sleep.

Finally, True Monarch Yellow Mountain calmly put down the bowl in his hands after finally finishing his rice and said, "In that case, I will provide the hand-guided tractors needed for the competition. The people who are participating in the competition, please sign up with me. I will provide a batch of hand-guided tractors in the shortest possible time based on the number of participants."

True Monarch Yellow Mountain would never tell the fellow daoists in the group that when Venerable White expressed his intention to learn driving, he sent him a hand-guided tractor, hehehe.

"In that case, it’s delightfully decided!" the fellow daoists in the group started to register their names.

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After adding up the number of participants, True Monarch Yellow Mountain thought of something and asked, "Right, did little friend Shuhang come back?"

"Is there something you need from him, True Monarch?" asked Northern River’s Loose Cultivator.

"Yeah, it’s about time to give him a big gift!" As True Monarch Yellow Mountain spoke, he grabbed little Doudou.

Doudou shouted, "What do you want, stupid Yellow Mountain?"

"Time for you to go home," said True Monarch Yellow Mountain.

"I don’t want to. If I go home after you ordered me to, where’s my pride?" Doudou said in an aloof manner. "At the very least, you need to personally cross one thousand mountains and waters and use all your power to look for me, then bring me back! This is the most basic sincerity, do you know sincerity?"

True Monarch Yellow Mountain laughed. "Don’t throw tantrums, you’ve played outside long enough. Don’t bother little friend Song Shuhang anymore. It’s time to go back home."

"I don’t want to, I don’t want to! I still want to shoot a movie with Song Shuhang, I am the main lead’s pekingese, I want to become a superstar, I definitely don’t want to go back!" Doudou waved his claws and shouted with all his might.

"This time, you have no say in it." True Monarch Yellow Mountain reached out with his hand and fished for a dog leash, then put it on Doudou.

"Stupid Yellow Mountain, I’m gonna fight with you till the end!" Doudou clenched his teeth. "I suggest you quickly remove my dog leash, or else don’t blame me for being rude! I am going to sing the Stupid Yellow Mountain’s Song!"

True Monarch Yellow Mountain was speechless.

Before Doudou could open his mouth to sing, Yellow Mountain hurriedly snapped his fingers.

Thereafter, the dog collar’s function got activated!

A ray of light flashed!

When Doudou opened his mouth, what came out was: "Woof woof woof woof woof~"

Eh? Why was it just barking?

After barking a couple of times, Doudou was puzzled.

Thereafter, he tried changing the language and opened his mouth again. "Woof woof woof woof."

I still cannot speak human words?

Doudou had a mental breakdown, he tried to use several languages at once, but all he could do was bark; and even then, his barks were weak.

"Hehe, this is a newly created dog collar—not long ago, I realized that the ’mute function’ in the group chat was useful. Hence, I tried to modify your dog collar to match it." True Monarch Yellow Mountain was very pleased with his work.

Actually, this version of the ’muting technique’ did not mute sounds. It merely prevented Doudou from speaking in the human language. He could only bark.

"Woof woof woof woof~" Doudou kept trying to shout, but the dog collar was too powerful—even when he shouted with all his might, his voice was only a little louder and sounded like a small dog’s adorable bark.

"Everything is now quiet, very good," exclaimed True Monarch Yellow Mountain.

Doudou rolled his eyes; he was truly depressed. True Monarch Yellow Mountain actually made the ’muting technique’ a reality, he could not happily have fun anymore!

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber moved closer and scratched Doudou’s chin, exclaiming, "Indeed, Doudou is much cuter when he doesn’t speak in human language."

"Howl~" Doudou leapt and pounced on Thrice Reckless Mad Saber’s head, then opened his mouth wide and bit his head!

Then, either blood or saliva started to flow down Thrice Reckless’ forehead...

Thrice Reckless Mad Saber was speechless.

Northern River’s Loose Cultivator turned his head around, took out his phone and took the opportunity to snap a picture of Thrice Reckless and Doudou. A picture of a pekingese biting a monkey in a daoist robe... it was a great portrait.

Even though they were of different species, when one looked at the portrait, the poetry line: ’We are born of the same root, why the rush to kill each other?’ would come to mind.

True Monarch Yellow Mountain reached out and pulled Doudou away from Thrice Reckless’ head.

Thereafter, True Monarch Yellow Mountain said, "Since I have to ship the hand-guided tractors to this place, I thought we should agree on which gift we should give to little friend Song Shuhang as well. Speaking of which, I already owe him two gifts—one for taking care of Doudou for an extended period of time, and another one for completing the task of receiving Venerable White when he came out of secluded meditation."

"Eh? The gift for receiving me when I got out of secluded meditation?" Venerable White turned his head around and blinked his eyes in curiosity.