novelden Chapter 197 Sequence 3 - Pioneers
Chapter 197 Sequence 3 - Pioneers
The convoy left this troublesome place after a brief regrouping without stopping.
Everyone was used to the close call, and the most important thing was that everyone was safe.
The roads in the mountains are much more difficult to travel than those in the wilderness.
It wasn't that the road was uneven, but rather that the road was too treacherous, with cliffs on the right and precipice on the left, and one bend after another.
At first, Yang Fan would honk his horn every bend, but he eventually gave up because it was starting to sound like a melody.
"A newbie? Never driven before?" Fu Xiaojian had never seen such a meticulous driver before.
"I used to ride a motorcycle, and I have a driver's license! A C1 license."
Yang Fan was a little embarrassed because his driving skills were really nothing to brag about.
"It's alright, even if you die, you die. I'll still be with you! You won't feel like you've lost out, will you?"
Yang Fan was speechless. Was that what I meant?
Could you please not say such terrifying things so casually?
The mountain roads were extremely narrow, as if deliberately left for the convoy to proceed, with no consideration given to the possibility of passing other vehicles.
To the right are sheer cliffs, and to the left is a bottomless canyon.
With each turn, the car would tilt slightly, making one's heart race.
Yang Fan's palms were sweaty as he gripped the steering wheel.
He felt that driving it was torture.
After waiting for a long time without seeing any movement from Fu Xiaojian, he turned his head to look.
Fu Xiaojian, who had just been talking to him, now had his eyes closed, and his body was emanating a chilling aura of energy.
"..." Yang Fan hesitated, feeling that something was off about Fu Xiaojian.
The convoy bumped along the mountain road, and every turn made everyone's heart leap into their throats.
Fu Xiaojian leaned back in the passenger seat of the Mengshi, his eyes closed, and fine beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
After escaping from the abyss, a strange, burning sensation spread through his body, as if something was about to break free.
"Captain Fu?" Yang Fan glanced at him worriedly.
What should we do? Nobody's teaching him!
"Hey... Captain Fu, something seems wrong!" Yang Fan could only ask for help over the walkie-talkie while keeping an eye on the road conditions.
In this godforsaken place, you might actually take off if you're not careful.
No one answered.
Xu Si's star veins extended forward, probing Fu Xiaojian's situation.
"Don't touch him, it looks like he's about to be promoted!" Xu Si understood the situation.
"Xiao Luo, how long can your psionic barrier last?" Xu Si asked.
"I've almost fully recovered!" Xiao Luo said.
"Alright, let's find a relatively flat place for the convoy to rest temporarily until Fu Xiaojian completes his promotion!" Xu Si, as the last convoy, took the lead in directing the operation.
However, no one expressed any objection.
Yang Fan's feelings were the most complex; he was excited, nervous, and even more envious.
Beside him, Fu Xiaojian's breathing grew heavier and heavier, as if his lungs were filled with burning embers.
Each inhale was accompanied by a burning pain; each exhale was a burst of scalding hot air.
Consciousness was like being thrown into boiling oil and then into ice water, oscillating violently between a strange clarity, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.
He "saw" a road.
It wasn't this rugged and narrow mountain road, nor the flat and desolate wasteland behind us, nor the completely leveled ruins of Yanshi.
It was a path that emerged from countless crisscrossing, uncertain paths that stretched into the depths of endless fog.
A road called hope, a road called vitality.
And those crisscrossing, chaotic possibilities unfolded in his mind.
Each path represents a possibility, a choice, a... danger or opportunity.
Some paths were bright and wide, yet faint, chilling roars could be heard from them;
Some paths are narrow and dark, but at their end, a faint, warm light flickers.
Many more paths are submerged in a chaotic gray fog, and only by getting close can one vaguely sense the undercurrents lurking beneath.
Is this the world that the "pioneers" glimpsed?
Fu Xiaojian's eyes suddenly snapped open!
The pupils no longer display human colors, but instead reflect countless rapidly flowing, intertwined, and ever-changing phantom paths, like a computer performing frantic calculations.
"Captain Fu!" Yang Fan was so frightened that he instinctively tried to slam on the brakes.
"Don't stop! Keep going!" Fu Xiaojian's voice was icy.
Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine. Looking at Fu Xiaojian's seemingly possessed eyes and distorted expression, his heart was pounding in his throat. But he gritted his teeth and forced himself to focus on the treacherous mountain road, keeping the accelerator steady and gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Outside the car, the mountain wind howled.
Inside the car, Fu Xiaojian's promotion entered its most crucial stage.
The torrent of paths surging through his consciousness were, in a brutal way, imprinting the authority belonging to Sequence 3 into the depths of his Sequence Origin.
This is not a gentle bestowal, but a meticulous carving.
He did not resist; instead, he actively guided this force, like an old sailor helms the ship in a storm, searching for the only way to safety amidst the raging waves.
His sequence origin is both lamenting and celebrating.
The convoy eventually stopped on a relatively wide mountain road, as there were no platforms to rest on along the way.
Xiao Luo immediately deployed a psionic barrier to ensure the safety of the convoy.
Everyone else got off the bus and relaxed for once.
The scenery in the canyon is much more beautiful than that in the abyss.
On the narrow mountain road, the convoy remained stationary, like snails hanging on a cliff.
Yang Fan even slowed his breathing, he could clearly hear the pounding of his own heart and Fu Xiaojian's surging heartbeat.
"Brother Dao, should I give Captain Fu a healing spell?"
After such a long period of self-treatment, although the little girl's arm is still red and swollen, at least the cracks have disappeared.
"No need for now, let's talk about it after he's promoted!"
It's best not to disturb him during his promotion process.
At this moment, Fu Xiaojian saw more paths, and they became more chaotic.
The deluge of information nearly overwhelmed his mental defenses.
Fu Xiaojian gritted his teeth. Coming from a privileged background, he was never lacking in courage.
Outside, only a few minutes had passed.
Inside the car, Yang Fan felt as if centuries had passed. He dared not get out of the car, for what would happen if he caused Fu Xiaojian to make a mistake in his promotion?
Suddenly, Fu Xiaojian let out a long, deep sigh of relief.
The exhalation sound was hoarse and long, as if it was trying to expel all the waste gas from the entire body.
He slowly turned his head to look at Yang Fan, whose face was deathly pale. He managed to twitch his lips with great difficulty, as if to comfort him or to confirm his presence: "...It's alright now."
Yang Fan opened his mouth, but no sound came out; he just nodded frantically.
Xu Si seemed to sense the movement outside the car window and gestured to the little girl.
The little girl was also very clever and immediately used "Restore" to show her respect. No matter what, it's always good to restore first.
Fu Xiaojian simply stuck his hand out of the car window and made an "OK" gesture.
This means he has successfully advanced to Sequence 3 – Pioneer.