Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming

Mr. Luo was startled; he never knew that a car could fly.

Ever since he started cultivating, he knew about Magic Artifacts and Talismans, but the sudden fright caught him off guard.

However, after passing the danger, he cursed inwardly.

Terror flashed across his face, then he calmed down.

The livestream was buzzing nonstop, relaying the earlier shock to the audience; that scene had been recorded.

Someone posted that scene online, questioning whether the truck driver’s lane deviation was accidental or intentional.

What kind of grudge did the people inside have?

Was it an assassin or just an ordinary truck driver?

Although people saw the car had a license plate, photos were taken.

Someone already checked the license plate, and it turned out to be fake.

Luo Youyou and Third Brother couldn’t see the barrage of livestream comments, nor could they see the information online.

They were aware that they haven’t completely dodged those people deliberately causing danger.

There was no tracking or deliberate crashing from the cars ahead.

However, they haven’t let down their guard; they are driving in a rural road, and there aren’t many cars ahead or behind.

There might be more self-drive travelers.

They were heading to a tourist spot, and as they were about to reach the first scenic spot,

several cars were parked by the roadside, and when their car passed, these cars started moving.

The cars behind quickly caught up, and the opponents used weapons and attempted to ram their car.

"Bang bang bang"

The livestream viewers only saw the guns fired from the pursuers’ open windows, aiming at the car ahead, the sounds hitting the rear window of the car.

The opponents also wanted to blow out the tires.

Luo Youyou didn’t bother looking back; she had great confidence in her Talismans, but still needed to guard against and punish them.

She didn’t need to move; her Talismans cast on the car initiated a counterattack.

A stream of air aimed at the car behind.

The fierce wind dashed against the rear windows and the car tires.

People heard the sound of breaking glass from the car behind.

The sound of tires leaking air.

Mr. Luo was tense initially—not fearing for his own life, but afraid his sister might get hurt.

The car sped up even faster.

The Movie Emperor found it peculiar; can this car actually fly?

Its quality was better than most; bullets couldn’t shatter its glass.

This was merely a regular car, not equipped with bulletproof features.

Nor did it have racing-grade components installed.

A regular car turned into a race car.

The Movie Emperor decided to indulge in the thrill, leaving the cars behind.

The netizens only saw a glimpse as their car dashed away; the pursuers’ cars stopped, their glass shattered, tires blown—those cars could only halt.

Someone had already called the police; this danger occurred in a small county, but deploying officers and making arrests wasn’t immediate.

The attackers’ cars had blown tires, unable to flee quickly.

Perhaps they had accomplices.

A surveillance device on the road captured the truck driving away earlier, coming back, and loading the people from those cars onto it.

Then, they quickly took off.

Luo Youyou and Third Brother were merely completing their checkpoint task.

The Green Ox had the capability and duty to pinpoint those crooks.

The Green Ox locked onto that truck, which constantly changed position.

Using his own network skills, he alerted the police and even located the truck’s position.

With police stationed at various town intersections, as soon as the truck passed, they would surely pursue it.

Leaving one town leads to a highway entrance; however, the county linked not just to this city but to many other cities.

Different counties.

Trucks weren’t very fast, and the bandits aboard sensed something was wrong; they kept sending distress signals, even contacted people above, hoping for helicopter rescue.

This assassination mission wasn’t just carried out by the few present—they managed to escape.

The higher-ups regarded them as cowards, ignoring them even if caught.

Putting effort elsewhere was better, capturing or killing the target!

There were quite a few hidden masterminds; earlier that group stirred the snake from the grass.

Providing considerable pressure for the mission-takers coming later.

Raising the task’s difficulty considerably.

Those dispatched for the mission—paid to carry out—demanded more money from the backers.

If not paid higher, they wouldn’t proceed.

No deposit refunds either.

Because they had seen, using weapons and crash-induced accidents hadn’t ensnared them.

Having watched previous video reports, they were aware the task was arduous; the opponents were Capable Beings.

Those who tested and struck, but unexpectedly ruined things for the minions, gauged the depth instead.

Even opponents using regular cars could resist weapons. That’s why earlier video, using real weapons, no matter how powerful the ammunition, explosives, or new types of weaponry, couldn’t handle them.

And those people entered the Illusion Realm, unable to hurt others, and instead got injured themselves.

Though not lethal, as close to death, becoming forever crippled.

An ordinary tourist county suddenly merged with Capable Beings; they came either by self-drive or helicopter.