Chapter 395: I want to hold a hand-guided tractor competition (2/2)
Venerable White's eyes beamed. ”No. After all, there isn't a category of the flying sword compet.i.tion that I can partic.i.p.ate in. Therefore, I decided to create a new event altogether!”
If Venerable White were wearing gla.s.ses at this time and were to push them up, reflecting the incoming rays of the sun… the scene would have been even more perfect.
Northern River's Loose Cultivator asked out of curiosity, ”A new event? Is it also related to flying swords?”
”No, it's not related to flying swords,” Venerable White calmly said, ”I was planning to hold a hand-guided tractor compet.i.tion!”
Silence fell!
An awkward silence!
In an area of 100 square meters, even the sound of a pin dropping would be audible.
”Senior White, wait a moment. I think my ears had problems and I didn't hear correctly… what type of compet.i.tion is that?” Thrice Reckless Mad Saber cleaned his ears and asked.
”A—HAND—GUIDED—TRACTOR—COMPEt.i.tION!” Venerable White p.r.o.nounced every word clearly. Afterward, he also added, ”That vehicle with four wheels and an open-topped container attached behind.”
”Pfff~” Miss Chu Chu couldn't help but laugh.
Miss Chu Chu was the type of person that would laugh at the smallest thing. She immediately imagined the seniors before her eyes—Daoist Priests, Great Masters, Fairy Maidens, Swordsmen, Fortune Tellers, Sabersmen—driving hand-guided tractors.
Afterward, she imaged them picking up the crank and inserting it into the engine of the tractor, spinning it again and again to start it up...
That scene was simply too amusing.
After starting the tractors, black smoke would rise toward the sky. The seniors would finally sit on the vehicles, shaking along with them as they were speeding along the road, competing against each other.
I need to stop… my chest hurts. I forgot that I'm still seriously injured, laughing too much would open up my wounds again.
So painful, but I can't stop laughing… I'll really get an internal injury...
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All the members of the group were dumbfounded.
They even cleaned their ears, hoping that they had misheard.
When they imaged themselves driving hand-guided tractors, they were unsure how to describe the scene properly.
But that wasn't the main problem! The main problem was that Venerable White wanted to hold the compet.i.tion together with the 'flying sword compet.i.tion' that was held every ten years!
Each time, a myriad of cultivators would reunite to either partic.i.p.ate or spectate the 'flying sword compet.i.tion'. There were simply too many people to count.
Such being the case, the fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were too ashamed of driving hand-guided tractors in front of everyone.
At the time, this matter regarding the hand-guided tractor compet.i.tion would spread in the entire world of cultivators through the mouths of the spectators!
No, no, no, no!
They absolutely couldn't let Venerable White hold this hand-guided tractor compet.i.tion!
They had to think of the perfect excuse to stop him.
”Senior White, hand-guided tractors are too slow, and they can reach a speed of 20-30 km/h at most. Can we change the vehicle and pick something not as boring? For example, sports cars?” Northern River's Loose Cultivator was worthily the always online holy warrior of the Nine Provinces Number One Group. He found a good excuse and immediately took the lead, launching his offensive against Venerable White!
”That's why I'm not going to hold a normal hand-guided tractor compet.i.tion,” Venerable White said calmly. ”All the hand-guided tractors would be modified. Be it either through magical techniques, runes, formations, or mechanical improvements… all methods to improve their speed and resistance are allowed! As long as the vehicle remains a hand-guided tractor, everything is allowed. Therefore, speed is not a problem.”
Northern River's Loose Cultivator -1000 HP, KO'd.
Thrice Reckless Mad Saber followed right after and said, ”Senior White, hand-guided tractors can only run on land. This compet.i.tion isn't going to be as interesting as normal flying sword compet.i.tions!”
”You don't need to worry about this point, either. I've already thought of a solution.” Venerable White stretched his hand out and pointed toward a distant place. ”Driving only on land is indeed rather boring. Therefore, we should give the tractors the ability to run on the surface of the water. At the time, we'll choose a location near the sea. Only the first half of the compet.i.tion will be on land, and one portion will be held on the surface of the sea. We can consider even more exciting patterns if you wis.h.!.+ Anyway, I'm sure that it will be rather fun to drive on the surface of the sea and cleave through waves and wind!”
Thrice Reckless Mad Saber -1000 HP, KO'd.
Next, True Monarch White Crane stood up. Up until now, it had been shrinking into a corner and trying not to draw the attention of the other members since it was the main cause of everything.
But now, it stepped forward courageously!
”Senior White!” True Monarch White Crane said earnestly.
All the fellow daoists couldn't help but shot a glance at True Monarch White Crane. At this critical moment, White Crane suddenly stepped forward? Was the sun rising in the west?
Venerable White responded, ”Hmm?”
”Senior White! I raise both my hands, feet, and six wings to approve of this idea of yours. This hand-guided tractor compet.i.tion seems really exciting. I approve of it, and I want to be the first one to partic.i.p.ate!” True Monarch White Crane said with a solemn expression on its face.
All fellow daoists of the Nine Provinces Number One Group clenched their teeth. Was it allowed to give rise to sudden traffic accidents during the hand-guided tractor compet.i.tion? If it was allowed, several fellow daoists were thinking of involving True Monarch White Crane in a lot of traffic accidents that it would remember for the rest of its life.