One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 75 Target: Qinling Mountains! Master Tian's "Wild Racing Car"

Guizhou, a 4S store.

"I'm not riding this! What a piece of junk! It's like a stuffy can! And they're making me sit in the back again? No way!"

In the spacious exhibition hall, Tian Jinzhong's loud and clear protest could be heard.

He pointed at the luxurious and comfortable black business MPV in front of him, which was called a "nanny car," with a look of disdain.

"Second Master!"

Zhang Chulan was feeling bitter. The Qinling Mountains were a long way to go, and these ancestors insisted on driving themselves instead of taking a plane or high-speed train.

Now I don't want to take this bus.

My head hurts.

Zhang Chulan, with a pained expression, tried to persuade him from the side:

"This car is wonderful! Genuine leather seats, you can even lie down, and it even has a built-in refrigerator! Our journey to the Qinling Mountains is long, this is like a mobile hotel, so comfortable!"

"Comfortable my ass!"

Tian Jinzhong slapped the hood of the car, making the engine hood vibrate loudly.

"I've been in a wheelchair for decades, I even have to sleep sitting up! What I hate most in my life is sitting comfortably!"

"I want the wind! I want freedom! I want speed!"

As he spoke, Tian Jinzhong's gaze swept across the exhibition hall like a radar, finally settling on a large vehicle on a corner display stand.

It was a black heavy motorcycle.

The streamlined body, the large exhaust pipes, and the powerful metallic sheen.

Harley-Davidson Big Glide.

"That one! I want that one!"

Tian Jinzhong's eyes lit up instantly. He leaped onto the display stand, straddled it, and lovingly touched the handlebars.

"Now that's a car! This is what a man should ride!"

The salesperson turned pale with fright and rushed over:

"Sir! Sir, please slow down! This cart weighs several hundred pounds, and you're your age..."

"boom--!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Tian Jinzhong had already turned the key and started the accelerator.

The engine roared like a wild beast, deafeningly loud.

"Hahaha! That's awesome!"

Tian Jinzhong, his face flushed with excitement, turned around and shouted down:

"Senior brother! Junior brother! I want this! Buy it for me!"

Zhang Zhiwei pushed up his sunglasses, looked at his junior brother who was like a playful old man, and smiled helplessly:

"Buy him, buy him! He's been cooped up for decades, let him run wild."

Su Wuxian was very supportive and immediately pulled out the black card that Feng Zhenghao had given him:

"Swipe card! Full payment! This one, and that SUV, I'll take them both!"

"The entire bill will be on me, Young Master Su!"

"Oh, and remember to fill up the tank!"

......

G65 Baomao Expressway.

A black Jeep Wrangler is speeding along.

Zhang Chulan was driving, and Zhang Zhiwei, the Old Master, was sitting in the passenger seat.

Wang Ye, Feng Baobao, and Su Duo were squeezed into the back seat.

As for Su Wuxian and Tian Jinzhong...

"My goodness..."

Zhang Chulan looked out the window, his hands trembling as he gripped the steering wheel.

"Second Master... this is going to the heavens!"

A black lightning bolt streaked past the car window.

Tian Jinzhong was enveloped in a faint golden light, which perfectly shielded him from the strong winds while still retaining the feeling of being pushed back by the wind.

He was wearing a retro leather jacket, his full head of white hair dancing wildly in the wind, looking incredibly dashing.

"Wuhu—!!"

Tian Jinzhong let go of the handlebars (using his Qi to control the car's direction; children should not imitate this) and occasionally overtook other cars on the highway, flashing a peace sign at the drivers he passed.

And in the back seat.

Su Wuxian also looked thoroughly enjoying himself, even holding two skewers of freshly bought grilled squid in his hand, eating while giving instructions:

"Second Brother Pig! That bend ahead! Drive down! Drive down!"

"Yes! Beautiful! The drainage ditch curves around the bend!"

A rich second-generation heir was taking a girl for a drive in a red Ferrari that was passing by.

Suddenly, there was a "whoosh" sound from the side.

The rich kid was taken aback and turned to look.

On a motorcycle, an old man and a young man were seen overtaking him at 180 miles per hour.

Especially the old man on the bicycle, who even turned his head and glanced at him through his sunglasses, his eyes seeming to say:

"Young man, your car is no good."

"Holy crap???"

The rich kid rubbed his eyes: "What's going on? A centenarian is speeding online?"

"Honey, what's wrong?" the girl asked.

"No...it's nothing. I just need to rest more; my eyes are blurry."

......

inside the car.

Zhang Zhiwei held a thermos in his hand, looking out the window at his junior brother who was having a blast, a smile always on his lips.

"Master, aren't you going to do anything about this?"

Zhang Chulan asked cautiously, "That's way too fast! What if the traffic police see us?"

"What do you care?"

Zhang Zhiwei took a sip of tea and said slowly:

"Jin Zhong spent the first half of his life cultivating Taoism in the mountains, and the middle decades he spent in a wheelchair."

"He has never truly felt the speed of the wind like he has today."

"Let him run. Even if he runs to the ends of the earth, his senior brother will cover for him."

In the back seat.

Su Duo leaned against the window, watching the scenery rushing by outside, her eyes filled with wonder.

"So fast..."

"Want to try?" Wang asked weakly, slumped to the side.

"Mm." Su Duo nodded.

"No, please don't!" Wang Ye exclaimed in horror. "We already have one racer in this car. If another one comes, the roof will be blown off."

Feng Baobao, on the other hand, remained calm, holding a bag of potato chips and munching away.

"When we get there, I want to ride that big motorcycle too."

"That looks more exciting than a tractor."

......

Qinling Service Area, Shaanxi Province.

The convoy slowly drove into the service area.

With a stylish dragon-like tail swing, Tian Jinzhong brought the motorcycle to a steady stop in the parking space.

He took off his sunglasses, revealing a ruddy complexion, as if he had become twenty years younger.

"That felt great! So satisfying!"

Tian Jinzhong patted the car seat: "Junior brother, this thing is way better than that Perfect World with its 'body-cultivating furnace' stuff! This is true manly romance!"

Su Wuxian jumped off the back seat and tidied his wind-blown hair:

"That's right, that's our warhorse."

"Come on in and eat! I've heard their roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and yangrou paomo (mutton stew with bread) are absolutely amazing!"

The group entered the service area restaurant.

This unusual combination instantly attracted a lot of attention.

No one paid any attention, found a large table to sit down, and ordered a bunch of food.

They were eating.

Su Wuxian suddenly paused with his chopsticks, turned his head slightly, and looked towards the corner of the restaurant.

There sat several hikers dressed in mountaineering gear and carrying large backpacks.

They looked ordinary and were talking in hushed tones.

Su Wuxian, however, keenly sensed the faint... Qi emanating from them.

Moreover, the way their Qi flows is quite different from that of the extraordinary people of China.

It's more like... Western alchemical fluctuations?

"It seems the Qinling Mountains aren't so peaceful after all."

Su Wuxian took a bite of the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Junior brother, which ones are you referring to? They don't seem to be from China. Is there a problem?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the group of hikers and asked.

"It's nothing."

Su Wuxian pointed to that corner with his chin:

"They seem to have smelled something and have come to our territory."

The two did not deliberately lower their voices when they spoke.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan immediately became alert and was about to turn around to look.

"Don't look."

Su Wuxian pressed his head down:

"Eat your food; only when you're full will you have the strength to catch mice."

"Zhang Chulan, this trip to the Qinling Mountains is your home turf."

Su Wuxian looked at Zhang Chulan, his gaze carrying a pointed meaning:

"The things your grandfather left here are the envy of all the supernatural beings in the world."

"Are you ready?"

On the way, Su Wuxian had already talked to Zhang Chulan about some things.

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and took a big bite of the steamed bun:

"Always be prepared!"

"Whoever tries to touch my grandfather's things, they'll have to ask my Golden Light Mantra first!"

"it is good."

Su Wuxian smiled and raised the Bingfeng soda in his hand:

"Come on, cheers!"

"Celebrating the official start of our senior citizen team's Qinling edition!"

"The journey ahead... is going to be amazing."

in the corner.

Those hikers seemed to have sensed something, quickly finished their meal, picked up their bags, and left.

The moment they stepped out of the restaurant, the blond man leading the group glanced back at Su Wuxian's table, pressed his earpiece, and whispered in English:

"Target confirmed."

"It seems that the elderly from Longhu Mountain have already arrived."

"Prepare for Phase Two."