Stuck on the highway, I just flew home on my sword!

A small grove of trees at the entrance of Qinghe Town.

The night was deep and all was quiet.

"Snap!"

A loud bang violently shattered the silence.

A crooked tree, as thick as a bowl, was snapped in half, its dense canopy crashing to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

Lin Ye crawled out from a pile of broken branches and leaves, casually brushing the dust off his body.

The rusty piece of iron that accompanied him on his maiden flight had completely lost its luster and lay in the grass not far away, turning back into a piece of scrap iron.

"Sure enough, novice drivers are more prone to traffic accidents." Lin Ye rubbed his shoulders and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

On his first time flying on a sword, he was not yet proficient in the circulation of spiritual energy within his body.

As they approached their home, their spiritual energy stagnated, causing their vehicle to stall.

Fortunately, the body of a Transcendent Realm cultivator had already undergone a complete transformation, and even after falling from a height of over ten meters, not a single scratch was broken.

Lin Ye let out a long breath, calming the turbulent spiritual energy within his body.

"Gurgle—"

A discordant sound came from inside my stomach.

Lin Ye helplessly clutched his stomach.

The process of cleansing his marrow and reshaping his bones had consumed a tremendous amount of energy, leaving him so hungry that he could devour a whole cow.

I took out my phone and glanced at it; it was 9:30 PM.

The village's only shop has long since closed down, and the cold pot at home probably doesn't even have a single grain of rice left.

Lin Ye walked out of the woods and headed towards his own courtyard at the end of the village under the moonlight.

Pushing open the familiar wooden gate, the courtyard was quiet.

My second uncle, Lin Jianguo, lives next door. When Lin Ye is not home, my second uncle comes over to help take care of the yard.

Lin Ye, familiar with the place, slipped into the kitchen and turned on the light.

Sure enough, the pot was cold and the stove was empty, and half a wilted cabbage lay alone on the cutting board.

Undeterred, he rummaged through the bamboo basket in the corner for a long time, finally pulling out two raw sweet potatoes covered in mud at the very bottom.

Lin Ye took the sweet potato and walked into the yard, his gaze settling on the abandoned tin stove in the corner.

There was still some unburnt charcoal in the furnace.

He found some old newspapers to start a fire, but after searching his pockets for a while, he realized that he didn't smoke at all, so where would he get a lighter?

Looking at the hard, raw sweet potato in my hand, the hunger in my stomach protested even more.

The basic spells recorded in the "Heavenly Evolution Dao Chapter" naturally flashed through Lin Ye's mind.

He extended his right index finger, aiming precisely at the charcoal in the stove.

The spiritual energy within the body converges at the fingertips along the meridians.

"Samadhi Fire, manifest."

"puff."

A tiny flame suddenly ignited at Lin Ye's fingertips.

The flames were only the size of soybeans and had an eerie pale blue hue.

The moment the flame appeared, the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly soared, and even vision was distorted by the high temperature.

This is the lowest-grade spiritual fire in the cultivation world, with a temperature high enough to melt even the finest steel in an instant.

Lin Ye flicked his finger, sending the flame into the furnace.

The charcoal ignited instantly, crackling and popping.

But he thought the charcoal was too slow to roast, so he simply held the faint blue flames remaining on his fingertips close to the raw sweet potato.

"Sizzle—"

The skin of the sweet potato instantly charred and turned black, and a rich aroma of roasted sweet potato filled the yard.

Three seconds.

It only took three seconds.

The intense heat perfectly locks in the moisture inside the sweet potato, resulting in a crispy outer skin and a soft, glutinous interior.

Lin Ye extinguished the flames from his fingertips and broke open the scalding hot sweet potato with his bare hands.

The golden-yellow potato flesh emitted an enticing steam.

He took a big bite without hesitation, and the sweet and soft texture instantly won over his taste buds.

"Using cultivation techniques for cooking is indeed very efficient." Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction.

"Squeak—"

The courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open.

An old man wearing a military overcoat and holding an old-fashioned flashlight walked in; it was my second uncle, Lin Jianguo.

"Xiao Ye? When did you get back? I don't see your beat-up car." Second Uncle looked at Lin Ye standing in the yard with a look of astonishment.

Lin Ye's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly hid the remaining half of the sweet potato behind his back.

"Second Uncle, I just got home. My car broke down in town, so I walked back." Lin Ye lied without batting an eye.

Uncle Er took two steps closer suspiciously and sniffed hard.

"What does it smell like? It smells so good."

Second Uncle's gaze swept over the burning stove, finally settling on Lin Ye's right hand.

Lin Ye was a beat too slow in putting away the flames, and a faint blue light still lingered on his fingertips.

"Why are your fingers on fire?" Uncle Er stared wide-eyed and grabbed Lin Ye's wrist.

Lin Ye's brain was working at lightning speed.

He is now the only cultivator in the world, but his second uncle cannot know this for the time being.

The more an ordinary person knows, the faster they die; he must protect his only remaining family member.

Lin Ye remained expressionless, and with his left hand, he naturally pulled a metal-cased windproof lighter from his pocket.

This is a prize he won in a ring toss game at the night market last month, and he's been carrying it with him as a small item ever since.

"Second Uncle, your eyesight is failing you. This lighter is leaking gas."

Lin Ye pressed the lighter switch, and a blue, windproof flame shot out, exactly the same color as the Samadhi True Fire from before.

"This piece of junk is of such poor quality. The flame just now got on my finger and almost burned me to death," Lin Ye complained earnestly.

Uncle released his grip and carefully examined Lin Ye's fingers, only feeling relieved after confirming there were no burn marks.

"You unlucky kid, stop buying these cheap goods from street vendors. You'll ruin your face and then how will you get married!" Uncle complained irritably.

Lin Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you starving? Come on, let's go to my house, and I'll have your aunt make you a bowl of hot soup noodles." Uncle turned to leave.

"No need, Uncle, I'll just have a roasted sweet potato to tide me over." Lin Ye quickly took out the sweet potato from his back and shook it.

Uncle looked at the charred sweet potato and sighed heavily.

"You poor child, you suffer working hard in the city, and this is all you get to eat when you come back for the New Year."

Second Uncle stepped forward and patted Lin Ye on the shoulder, his tone suddenly becoming extremely serious.

"Since you're back early, that's perfect. Go to town for me tomorrow."

"Why go to town? There's no rush to fix the car, we can talk about it tomorrow." Lin Ye took another bite of sweet potato.

My second uncle's eyes widened, and his voice instantly rose.

"What the hell am I supposed to fix the car! I have a blind date tomorrow!"

Lin Ye almost spat out the sweet potato he was eating.

"Blind date? Second Uncle, I'm only twenty-five this year, is there any need to rush into this?" Lin Ye said with a wry smile.

"Twenty-five and you're still not in a hurry? Wang Ergou next door is twenty-five and his second child is old enough to run errands!" Uncle Er roared in exasperation.

"This girl is one in a hundred, and Aunt Wang from town personally acted as matchmaker."

"I heard she's a manager at a big company in the city, incredibly beautiful, and comes from a wealthy family."

As he spoke, his second uncle pulled a photo out of his military overcoat pocket and forcefully stuffed it into Lin Ye's hand.

"Tomorrow morning at 10:00, at the 'Peninsula' Cafe in town."

"You better dress smartly, or I'll break your legs!"

After issuing the ultimatum, the second uncle walked out of the courtyard with his hands behind his back, fuming.

Lin Ye looked down at the photo in his hand.

The girl in the photo has a chin so sharp it could kill someone, and her heavily made-up face reveals an undisguised shrewdness and mercenary nature.

Lin Ye sighed helplessly.

Just a few hours ago, he stepped on a flying sword, triggering a sonic boom that shook the entire dark world of China.

He is the only cultivator in the world, a powerful being who has transcended the mortal realm.

Now, he not only has to use a broken lighter to hide his inner turmoil, but he's also being forced to go on a blind date.

Lin Ye casually tossed the photo onto the stone table and devoured the remaining sweet potato in a few bites.

He walked to the center of the courtyard, looked up at the deep night sky, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Since I can't refuse, I'll see what tricks this 'good girl' can pull tomorrow."

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