Chapter 451

The surroundings blurred unclearly, Ye Fan and Shi Hao seemed to be traversing spacetime, their entire bodies radiating divine brilliance, their powerful aura terrifying the heart and soul.

Extreme white radiance surged from Ye Fan's hand, coalescing into a spear, while the Nine Primordial Qi Cauldron descended from above, dripping dark-yellow energy, each thread weighing a million jin.

What does it mean for a Dragon Transformation realm cultivator to strike a Escape One realm cultivator?

Put it this way—it's like Song Shuhang, at the Fourth Rank, without any enhancements, directly fighting a Longevity Being in a true man's 1v1 duel.

Song Shuhang, watching from afar with his eye technique, saw clearly that Ye Fan's power did not belong to himself, but came from Su Lin on the other side.

The other party, without regard for cost, transmitted pure divine power in a manner Song Shuhang could not investigate—any attempt to probe would reveal the other's true form.

"You just said I'm weak?" Ye Fan clenched his hand bones, swinging the spear as spearlight erupted like a sudden downpour of silver rain.

His target was not Shi Hao, but the phoenix-winged special effect on the other's seat—the ultimate hand-pulled tractor transformed from Ge Gu.

"Weak? Train more." Shi Hao affirmed, his body's runes flashing as he blocked Ge Gu's front with his flesh. "You now…"

A storm of blows interrupted Shi Hao's next words—a vast expanse of pale light struck Shi Hao, emitting metallic sounds.

It wasn't that Ye Fan couldn't accept defeat; he naturally accepted his loss. When he got in the car with Duan De and the Black Emperor, he'd already prepared for a crash—after all, those two were a double-edged sword.

The only thing he hadn't expected was that the Dead Dog had encountered Earth's mythological stories and, in high spirits, had originally planned to unleash a "dog bites man" stunt.

"Angry because you're embarrassed?" Shi Hao's voice emerged from the light; he manifested a colossal divine form, standing tall in the void, ten thousand zhang high. "Your current strength still pales before mine."

"I know." Ye Fan's eyes overflowed with fierce battle intent; to compete against one who surpassed the ancient emperors and severed eternity—this was the perfect moment.

Borrowing Su Lin's power bank allowed him to avoid instant defeat while also gaining insights during the clash.

Such an opportunity is rare.

"Can you wait until I finish the competition?" Shi Hao said. "After I win first place, I'll train with you."

He had once used the Technique of Borrowing the Ancient Self to borrow Ye Fan's future Dao Fruit—their karmic ties ran deep.

If the other wished for his guidance, he would gladly offer it, though the other had always been reluctant.

"First place? What are you talking about? Your competition is already over." Ye Fan's eyes filled with confusion, as he signaled the Purple Gold Divine Dragon.

His power surged again, and the Purple Gold Divine Dragon, restored to his ancient godly strength, transformed into a heroic man, appearing suddenly from behind via Duan De's array, taking the front to bear Ge Gu's intimidation, and smashing a fist directly into the tractor.

Duan De and the Black Emperor followed close behind, unleashing pre-set arrays, sword formations, and cursed techniques—all underhanded tactics at once.

"Aowu! You're still a dragon? The Great Dragon despises dragons who serve as vehicles—you're not even a female dragon, I wouldn't even ride you!" The Purple Gold Divine Dragon, while Ye Fan blocked Shi Hao, unleashed a series of blows on Ge Gu, forcing him back into his original form.

"Welcome to the ranks of the defeated!" Ye Fan smiled at Shi Hao, frozen in place. "Weak? Train more."

This man had just unleashed an excellent taunt in the group chat, and on top of that, he deliberately brought Ye Qingxian over, causing Ye Fan considerable trouble—so Ye Fan now wanted to train with him, gladly agreeing to cooperate with Su Lin.

As for the other three creatures still beating up Ge Gu, they merely wanted to drag others down, thinking: if I can't reach the finish line, neither can anyone else.

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This is too ugly, too ugly, elders! Where has your aura as a cultivator gone?!

Song Shuhang watched this scene and wanted only to leave quickly—over there, chaos had fully erupted, and they were now attacking every single competitor nearby.

To survive, Song Shuhang hurried away, heading toward Earth.

But…

"NO ONE WINS!!!" The Purple Gold Divine Dragon's body swelled, each claw gripping the Black Emperor and Duan De; the three merged into a single tri-core entity, charging forth as the competitors' nightmare.

The first target was Li Huowang, calmly driving the tractor without releasing any attacks.

Hmm, the Purple Gold Divine Dragon glanced at the car, then swung his tail violently, changing direction toward the nearest competitor.

"Aowu!"

Meng Qi, with kind eyes and benevolent features, returned a smile, clasped his hands together, and murmured "Shan Zai," yet inexplicably, a black longsword wrapped in thunder appeared beside him.

"Aow…" The Purple Gold Divine Dragon's roar softened slightly; he rode the clouds, changing direction again. "Aow!"

"Aow what?!" Duan De saw the man in black robes sipping tea on the tractor and snapped: "Switch targets!"

We're in the same guild—we see each other often. Even if this guest advisor occasionally inflates his expense reports, he's still a Saint King. Why would I provoke him?

Without Duan De needing to speak, the Purple Gold Divine Dragon slightly altered course and charged toward Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, who had already been declared dead but was still alive. "Aowu!!!"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "?"

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On the commentary stand in the spectator area, the Cultivator Daily commentator Jiangshan, brimming with passion, finally escaped this ultimate torture of a chaotic brawl:

【Dear viewers, the competition has entered its most intense phase. We see Shi Hao being blocked by Ye Fan on the path ahead—seemingly destined for a decisive battle today. The biggest dark horse of this tournament has fallen just one kilometer from the finish line.】

【Contestants display their unique arts—flying swords, divine forms, Buddhist techniques, judge's pens—I've already seen dozens of lost ancient methods. This is the true value of the first-ever Hand-Pulled Tractor Competition! Wait, is this really a tractor competition? Ahem, well, the first elimination has appeared!】

【The contestant struck by the ancient technique Seven Extinctions and Five Decays, causing his tractor to break down and himself to enter revival mode—is… our Cultivator Daily's Chief Editor? Well done!!!】

The atmosphere instantly fell silent; even the Light Judge wore an expression of "I don't understand, but I'm deeply shaken" as he stared at Jiangshan.

This kid has such audacity?!

Jiangshan maintained his excited expression, arm raised mid-air, slowly lowering it after a long pause.

His mouth remained open, as if frozen in time-stopped stillness, until the White Zunzhe beside him sent a concerned inquiry.

【Hmm. Let us shift our gaze to the finish line—life always has an end; my end is likely this competition's finish line.】

【Hmm? Why is Su Lin appearing at the finish line? No… even as sponsors, we couldn't possibly stretch the truth this far, sir.】

The Eight-Trigram Mirror's footage changed: the scene of great sages and calamity immortals openly attacking the juniors became Su Lin driving the most primitive tractor to the finish line.

Everyone saw Su Lin carve open a spatial rift and drive the hand-pulled tractor into the racetrack.

Could it be he intends to alter history using the Book of Ages? But the masses' eyes are sharp—would the revered Light Mr., so honored in the cultivation world, really do such a thing?

Jiangshan turned his gaze to the Light Judge, who merely smiled, saying nothing.

Soon, Su Lin provided a reasonable explanation for his actions.

Su Lin rode backward along the track, gathering light elements in his hand, forming a magnificent, sacred bow without strings.

A thread of pure qi condensed into a string; Su Lin placed his hand upon it, aiming at the heavens. As the bowstring slowly drew back, terrifying energy waves surged across the track, wind and thunder howling, whipping his robes into rippling waves.

Magic, divine power, elemental force, immortal energy, laws, Buddhist light, chaos—all coalesced into arrows of varied forms, floating beside Su Lin.

"Bend the bow, farewell the Han moon; feather the arrow, shatter the pride of heaven."

An arrow imbued with the aura of the Great Sun automatically loaded; gradually, Su Lin aimed it at a specific point in the sky, a faint, uncontrollable smile curling at his lips.

The entire arena seemed to echo with the chanting of an ancient, solemn hymn; brilliant, blazing light expanded and condensed above the ocean, transforming into a long white line piercing heaven and earth.

For a moment, damp heat spread everywhere.

"You wretched witch, die, old man!"

Light, heat, endless release.

A colossal white column, wrapped in terrifying radiance, shot toward the starry sky; wherever it passed, it left behind eternal, unextinguished light-fire, burning space and purifying all things.

At the midpoint of the track, this was roughly where the fierce battle for the top fifty began—after all, the top ten not only gained access to new cultivation systems, but also insights into the Laws of destruction and the chance to view secret treasuries named after the Dao of Heaven.

To be blunt, if this weren't a hand-cranked tractor race, they'd already be drawing blades and stabbing their old rivals right here and now.

Even without past grudges, competing for opportunities breeds enmity.

Yi Leina's trio had just emerged from the battle between two Immortal Bandits and were about to activate their Flame Spear charge again when they spotted a glowing white dot on Earth.

"What is that?"

Yi Leina made a pulling motion with her thumb and forefinger in midair, as if zooming in on a photo on a smartphone screen.

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She saw that man standing at the finish line, raising his longbow and aiming directly at them.

"Is it still possible to apologize now?"

Before the words had barely left her lips, a blinding rainbow of light arrived—the arrow struck the tractor's hood, warping space, searing with heat, and burning everything to ash.

In that instant, the universe became earth, and light became fissures and ravines scattered across the void.

"Ugh"

The surrounding Immortal Bandits had just reacted when they saw Su Lin, far away on Earth, fire another arrow—completely different in nature—at a different direction.

They scrambled to dodge, terrified of being drawn into the arrow's target.

【Is competitor Su Lin planning to eliminate rivals at the finish line?! Indeed, this would give him a chance to win—but, Referee Mr., is this truly fair?】 Jiangshan felt it was a violation but not entirely a violation.

【Isn't it reasonable for a boss to appear at the finish line?】 the Light Referee said: 【By the way, after these arrows are fired, competitor Su Lin may not replenish them or use any other items—competitors may safely sprint forward.】

【If it's only that, it's still reasonable—not as a rival, but as part of the competition mechanism.】 Jiangshan said:

【Competitor Su Lin is merely transforming into a trial, randomly launching flying objects—rest assured, this process may involve sacrifice, but it will only make this competition more meaningful!!!】

【By the way, some viewers have complained—isn't Su Lin being too cruel to those three exquisite immortal maidens?】

【Competitor Su Lin is a firm advocate of gender equality.】 the Light Referee replied: 【Moreover, the path of Immortal Dao is enduring and unyielding; the Dao of Heaven is impartial and without favoritism—it does not grant extra leniency because someone has a pretty face. There's no cruelty here.】

While the commentators were discussing, Su Lin was about to select his next target when he noticed a hand-cranked tractor emerge unscathed from the still-spinning, expanding vortex of light, dragging behind it a long, fiery whirlwind.

"What's going on?"

Logically, he hadn't shot anyone, yet the tractor should've been destroyed.

Ripples stirred in the nearby space; Xing, Yi Leina, and the veiled Hōrai-san Kiyoyomi appeared beside it, panting. "I cast the spell of Eternity upon this hand-cranked tractor's body."

Yi Leina, piercing through space, hurled a barrage of elemental magic at Su Lin, engulfing him: "Are you trying to kill me, bastard?!"

"Loving someone but wanting to kill them," Xing tapped his chin, thinking. "That's the yandere trait, right?"

Su Lin's true body stepped out from a nearby temporal rift, drawing an arrow twisted from viscous, semi-transparent tentacles: "Xingbao, this next arrow is for you."

"Eh? Thank you—" Xing's words were cut short as Yi Leina sealed the space before him.

Yi Leina smacked the gray-haired girl beside her. "Thank you? Are you stupid? That guy's a petty bastard!!!"

As if Xing's words had drawn attention, the opponent launched repeated attacks directly at the hand-cranked tractor.

"Muda muda~" Hōrai-san Kiyoyomi lowered her sleeve, eyes flashing cold light, then spread her hands and laughed wildly: "This tractor is the strongest in the world!"

Su Lin drew an arrow imbued with subtle essence-influencing properties, seemingly containing all colors of the world, and nocked it on his bow. "No choice—I must use this arrow. Let's see if we can revive that tractor."

"Huh"

Su Lin rubbed his eyes, confirmed he hadn't misseen, and felt utterly baffled.

Li Huowang's hand-cranked tractor was racing side-by-side with Yi Leina's; Zhao Shuangdian, holding a sniper rifle, was firing at another vehicle; strange laws radiated around them, flipping over several Immortal Bandit and Xuan Saint vehicles.

"Li Huowang, my good brother..." Su Lin sighed.

"Li Huowang, what are you doing?!" Yi Leina asked. "It's just a competition—you don't need to go this far!"

But Li Huowang also looked bewildered toward the back seat.

"Su Doctor really wants to eliminate you—I'm just helping him out." Zhao Shuangdian glanced at Yi Leina's face, curious: "You look a lot like the painting hanging in his room. Is that you?"

Yi Leina froze. "How do you know that?"

Zhao Shuangdian fired a shot. "I've been to his room."

"What's your relationship?!" Yi Leina exclaimed, eyes wide with unmistakable delight.

【L-Ladies and gentlemen, the emotion of love is most wondrous—after all, 'True longing brings no benefit, yet sorrow is still a noble madness'—is this something we should even be hearing?!】 Jiangshan swung all the gossip mirrors to focus on the two tractors, voice brimming with excitement.

【Never expected, never expected this turn of events—I hereby declare the entire competition has officially entered its most intense phase!!!】

How did the Cultivators Daily rise to prominence? By relying on the Gossip Gate passed down by Laozu—keeping one hand steady on tradition, the other on progress, firmly grasping both core principles, thus achieving today's status.

So what if the object is Senior Su Lin?! The path to Dao is open today!

Jiangshan placed the microphone before the Light Referee: 【Light Referee, what is your opinion on this matter?】

He directed part of the gossip mirrors toward Su Lin and the Light Referee; all eyes in the arena locked onto them.

【...】

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Su Lin's eyelid twitched; his expression grew peculiar. He lowered his bow, downed a vial of Faceless Demon Elixir, and pulled the hand-cranked tractor's starter lever to turn around.

"You've passed the trial."

It no longer mattered who won.

(End of chapter)