Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

"Bang!"

The massive hatch of the Tai Xuan Spirit Boat was violently kicked open.

"Get the hell out of here! You bunch of useless trash!"

Several stewards with whips herded the emaciated laborers off the spirit boat like livestock.

Zhang Huaimin and Chen Bing mingled in the crowd.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the two quietly broke away from the main group and turned onto a wide stone-paved road.

"Huaimin, is this the world of cultivation?"

Chen Bing looked up at the flying objects that came and went in the sky, trailing colorful tails, and his eyes twitched.

This is Qingyun City on Tian Shu Star.

Although it is just a peripheral city, its prosperity far exceeds expectations.

In the sky, cultivators dressed in long robes could be seen flying on their swords from time to time.

Some were stepping on gourds, some were riding strange birds, and some were stepping on large banana leaf fans, looking shaky.

On the ground, the streets are wide, lined with shops on both sides, and the sounds of vendors hawking their wares fill the air.

But Zhang Huaimin only glanced at it before he couldn't help but purse his lips.

"Fancy and superficial."

He shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

The two walked along the main street.

Not far along, they saw a young cultivator in a blue Taoist robe standing by the roadside, panting heavily and covered in sweat.

The flying sword at his feet had a pitted and uneven blade, clearly indicating that it had been used for many years, and it was currently emitting a faint white smoke.

"Oh my, I'm exhausted."

The young monk wiped his sweat and muttered curses under his breath.

"This damn flying sword needs to replenish its spiritual energy after flying less than fifty miles. It's such a waste of money!"

He took out half a dusty, low-grade spirit stone from his pocket and tenderly pressed it into the groove of the sword hilt.

Just then.

A whooshing sound came from the sky.

A young master dressed in fine clothes whistled past, riding a flying sword that radiated a precious light.

"Brother Zhang! See you at Chunfeng Tower in the south of the city!"

The young master held a yellow talisman in his hand, channeled his inner energy, and roared.

The talisman transformed into a streak of fire and flew away into the distance.

"This is called a transmission talisman."

An old man passing by noticed Chen Bing staring at him and kindly offered an explanation.

"One of these costs two low-grade spirit stones! This rich young master is so extravagant, even sending a message requires such precious items."

After listening, Chen Bing turned to look at Zhang Huaimin, and the two looked at each other in bewilderment.

"this one?"

Chen Bing couldn't hold back any longer and complained in a low voice.

"Flying fifty miles and still needing to refuel halfway? That's less efficient than a beat-up motorcycle on Earth."

"And those communication talismans, two spirit stones? That's robbery! With just a few cents, we can make a phone call with a signal that can circle the Earth three and a half times!"

Zhang Huaimin shared the same sentiment.

In the world of cultivation, apart from those high-level experts with extraordinary cultivation, there are no exceptions.

The quality of life for lower-level cultivators and ordinary people is actually extremely poor.

Transportation relied on flying swords, and communication relied on shouting and talismans, making it extremely inefficient.

"Brother Chen, now that we're here, we can't just walk on two legs all the time, can we?"

Zhang Huaimin looked at the cultivators all over the street, exhausted from rushing to their destination.

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go find a secluded place."

The two turned into a secluded dead-end alley.

After confirming that no one was around.

Zhang Huaimin closed his eyes and his consciousness sank into the system space.

"System, extract the 'Heavy-Duty Interstellar Transportation Vehicle' and switch to Mimicry Appearance Mode!"

"Exterior Template: Wuling Hongguang SUV!"

[Ding! Retrieving...]

[Mimicry shell loading... High-dimensional anti-gravity engine docking complete!]

Om-!

A very faint spatial fluctuation flashed by.

In the alley.

A silver van that looks extremely ordinary, with even the words "Professional Drain Cleaner" printed on the door in peeling paint.

He appeared out of thin air in front of the two of them!

"this……"

Chen Bing's jaw nearly dropped when he saw the Wuling Hongguang, a car he knew all too well.

"Huaimin, isn't your taste a bit...too retro?"

"What do you know? This is called sentimentality."

Zhang Huaimin opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

Chen Bing quickly got into the passenger seat.

Once the car door closed, the noise outside was shut out.

Zhang Huaimin pressed the start button.

There was no engine roar, and no unpleasant exhaust fumes.

This monster disguised as a van is equipped with a genuine "high-dimensional anti-gravity curvature engine" inside!

"Brother Chen, fasten your seatbelt."

Zhang Huaimin turned on the car stereo and played a high-energy heavy metal rock song.

"Let's teach these country bumpkins who think they can cultivate immortality a lesson!"

He stepped on the electric switch.

"Whoosh—!"

This is a silver Wuling Hongguang.

Without any warning, it took off vertically from the spot!

It defied gravity, like a silver bullet, and instantly shot out of the narrow alley.

It hovered steadily fifty meters above Qingyun City on the "Flying Sword Path"!

It was noon at this time.

The sky is at its busiest time for traffic.

Countless cultivators rode on flying swords, slowly floating in the sky.

Sudden.

A deafening burst of heavy metal rock music erupted from behind them!

"What was that sound?!"

"A powerful being has descended?!"

The monks were startled and turned around one after another.

There was a strange "iron box" that was square, had no spiritual energy fluctuations, and had four wheels.

It is happening at a chilling speed.

It came hurtling towards them from behind!

"Holy crap! What the hell is this?!"

The young cultivator who was adding spirit stones by the roadside just now flew into the air.

He stared wide-eyed at the silver metal box.

It drew an extremely smooth S-shaped curve in mid-air.

He easily surpassed him.

Even as he was overtaking, the car window rolled down.

A short-haired man (Chen Bing) dressed in strange clothes is holding a half-eaten apple.

He whistled an extremely arrogant whistle at him.

Then, they strode away!

"This...this speed..."

The young cultivator glanced at the still-smoking flying sword at his feet.

Then look at that Wuling Hongguang, which has now become a small black dot.

He felt his worldview had collapsed.

What kind of divine vehicle is this?!

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, yet its speed was as fast as lightning!

Moreover, a cool breeze (from the car's air conditioning) was emanating from the metal box!

This is pure bliss!

It wasn't just him.

The entire sky above Qingyun City.

Those self-proclaimed superior, otherworldly cultivators.

Today, we collectively experienced the humiliation of being "defeated by a lower dimension".

A mortal iron box devoid of any spirit.

It darted left and right in the sky.

Those top-grade flying swords worth hundreds or thousands of spirit stones.

Like crossing the road in the early morning, I easily left behind, inhaling the exhaust fumes!

"Cool!"

Zhang Huaimin gripped the steering wheel, swaying his head to the rhythm of the music playing from the stereo.

This creates a striking contrast between the crystallization of modern industry and the backward transportation of the cultivation world.

It felt even better than eating a ginseng fruit!

Chen Bing, sitting in the passenger seat, was also flushed with excitement.

"Huaimin! There's an intersection ahead, be careful!"

Chen Bing pointed ahead and shouted.

Zhang Huaimin didn't even glance at it.

"What's there to be afraid of? With the anti-gravity engine, we can fly anywhere!"

He suddenly turned the steering wheel.

The Wuling Hongguang performed an extremely beautiful 90-degree drift in mid-air!

however.

Zhang Huaimin was so busy showing off that he didn't notice anything amiss.

Below this aerial crossroads.

It was a bustling open-air market.

Just as the Wuling Hongguang drifted...

The anti-gravity airflow from under the car suddenly surged downwards!

"Splash—!"

The airflow swept right over a puddle filled with mud and water below.

A large patch of dark, muddy water.

It was swept up by the airflow, like a sudden downpour.

Impartial and unreserved.

It was all poured onto a white-bearded old man wearing a magnificent alchemist's robe who was setting up a stall by the roadside!

"Clatter."

Muddy water dripped down the old man's white beard.

The dozens of bottles of precious pills in front of him were all turned into mud cakes.

Quiet.

The market fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone gasped in shock, staring in horror at the old man who had been splattered with mud.

That's Yao Buhui, the most formidable and hot-tempered third-grade alchemy master in Qingyun City!

"Which blind bastard is that?!"

Yao Buhui froze for three seconds, then abruptly wiped the mud off her face.

He looked up at the silver metal box that had already disappeared into the distance.

An extremely terrifying spiritual pressure from a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator at the Great Perfection stage suddenly erupted!

"You've ruined my elixir! Today I'll smash this piece of junk into nothing but scrap metal!"

I regret not taking the medicine; my hair stands on end in anger.

He slammed his hand on the storage bag.

A crimson alchemy furnace, the size of a house, radiating intense heat.

It carried a world-destroying power.

With a whoosh, it crashed straight into the Wuling Hongguang in the sky!