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

G7 Expressway in Jiangnan Province.

The traffic was stuck on the asphalt road, and the scarlet brake lights formed a dead end in the night.

Lin Ye gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

He was stuck on this road for a full ten hours.

The outside temperature was close to zero, and the car's heater was on full blast, the stuffy air mixed with intense anxiety.

The digital clock on the dial jumped to exactly 8 PM.

This place is only 50 kilometers away from my hometown, Qinghe Town, a journey that usually takes half an hour by car, but today it has become an insurmountable barrier.

Lin Ye squeezed his legs together, a fine layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

My bladder is almost at its limit.

In the past three hours, the massive traffic flow has only moved forward two kilometers.

He dared not drink water, much less breathe deeply, for even the slightest rise and fall of his abdomen would put fatal pressure on his bladder, which was on the verge of bursting.

"Beep—beep beep!"

A piercing horn blared from the right.

Lin Ye turned his head and saw a conspicuous red Ferrari parked in the right emergency lane.

The Ferrari's front end had already crossed the solid white line and was brazenly trying to cut in front of the used Jetta.

Lin Ye didn't step on the brake; he slightly lifted his toes to release the clutch.

The old Jetta lurched forward half a meter, precisely blocking the Ferrari's lane-closing angle.

Ferrari honked its horn wildly once again.

The car window rolled down, and a young man with gray hair and sunglasses leaned out, giving Lin Ye the middle finger.

"What are you doing, you beat-up Jetta, pushing forward? You'll never be able to afford to pay for a scratch!" the man shouted arrogantly.

A heavily made-up woman was sitting in the passenger seat, holding up her phone to livestream.

"Look, everyone! This is what it's like to be poor at the bottom of society. Driving a piece of junk and daring to block the way of luxury cars!" The woman giggled at the screen.

Lin Ye gritted his teeth and remained silent.

He was using all his willpower to control his sphincter and didn't want to bother with this idiot at all.

He just wanted the road to be cleared as soon as possible; he needed a service area.

The traffic ahead finally eased up a bit, and the Jetta moved forward two meters.

The Ferrari engine roared to life, the front of the car accelerated sharply, and it cut right in front of the Jetta.

Lin Ye slammed on the brakes.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground, and the car body shook violently.

The two cars came to a stop with less than ten centimeters between them.

Lin Ye's body was thrown forward by inertia, the seat belt tightened around his chest, and his abdomen was severely compressed.

An indescribable soreness shot straight to the top of my head.

Lin Ye gasped, his lower lip bleeding from being bitten so hard.

The Ferrari door opened, and a gray-haired man wearing an expensive trench coat stepped out.

He strode up to the Jetta, carrying an empty water bottle in his hand.

"Bang!"

The mineral water bottle slammed heavily against the Jetta's windshield and bounced onto the hood with a dull thud.

"You poor bastard, try taking another step forward!" The man pointed at Lin Ye's nose through the glass.

The woman also got out of the car in high heels and pointed her phone camera directly at Lin Ye's car window.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"This Jetta owner is a complete coward."

"Driving a luxury car makes you look tough."

"This loser's face has turned white, did he pee his pants in fright?" The woman laughed heartily as she looked at the screen.

The drivers of several surrounding cars all stuck their heads out.

The middle-aged man in the SUV on the left shook his head as he looked at Lin Ye, but didn't dare to say anything.

The truck driver behind lit a cigarette and leaned against the window, simply watching the show.

No one stepped forward.

Lin Ye sat in the driver's seat, staring intently at the water bottle on the windshield.

irritable.

Extremely irritable.

Ten hours of exhaustion, the torment of pushing my physical limits, the boss's imperative PPT presentation before I left work, and my second uncle's relentless calls urging me to get married.

All negative emotions exploded at this moment.

Lin Ye loosened his collar, his breathing becoming heavy.

His gaze fell on the rearview mirror inside the car.

There hangs a three-inch-long peach wood sword, its surface engraved with intricate patterns; it's a peace charm that my second uncle obtained from the Taoist temple last year.

Lin Ye suddenly reached out and grabbed the peach wood sword. He desperately needed to vent, even if it was just by breaking a rope.

The five fingers suddenly exerted force.

"Click."

With a crisp sound, the peach wood sword shattered in Lin Ye's palm.

Instead of scattering as expected, the sawdust transformed into an extremely dazzling golden light.

The golden light flowed effortlessly into Lin Ye's body through his palm.

Lin Ye's pupils suddenly contracted.

A massive flow of information exploded deep within my brain.

The Supreme Sword Dao Inheritance of Mount Shu has been activated.

[Host's mortal constitution detected; remodeling of physical attributes underway]

Lin Ye opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out of his throat.

A violent surge of energy rose from the dantian and rushed into the limbs and bones with overwhelming force.

The bones throughout the body made a crisp, popping sound, the blocked meridians were forcibly widened, and the blood boiled wildly in the blood vessels.

The excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed my senses, but was immediately followed by an overwhelming sense of blissful transformation.

Impurities in the body are forcibly removed, and a faint fishy smell emanates from the pores.

In just ten seconds, the golden light faded.

Lin Ye opened his eyes, panting heavily.

The world before my eyes has completely changed.

He could clearly see the tiny dust particles slowly drifting down outside the windshield.

He could hear the hissing sound of a heavy truck tire slowly leaking air from a hundred meters away.

He could even hear the slightly muffled heartbeat of the man in the SUV to his left.

An unprecedented, immense power flowed continuously through the meridians.

A realm name automatically appeared in my mind: Transcendent Realm.

The entry-level cultivation realm is enough to crush the Thunder Realm of ordinary ancient martial artists.

Lin Ye looked down at his hands. His originally rough skin had become fair and firm, and the muscle lines contained explosive power.

The fatigue from ten hours of work vanished instantly.

Most importantly, the soreness and fullness in my bladder completely disappeared.

As the violent spiritual energy circulated throughout the body, it directly refined the excess water in the body into nothingness.

He no longer needs to hold his pee.

Lin Ye slowly raised his head.

Outside the car, the gray-haired man became even more arrogant when he saw Lin Ye keeping his head down and not reacting for a long time.

He walked to the driver's side door and pounded on the window.

"Are you deaf? Get down here and kowtow to apologize!" the man cursed.

The woman held up her phone and leaned in to laugh, "Family, is this person mute? This is hilarious!"

Looking at the two ugly faces outside the window, Lin Ye's lips curled into a cold smile.

He reached out and grasped the car door handle.

"Didn't you complain about the traffic jam?" Lin Ye pushed open the car door.

The heavy car door slammed directly into the man's thigh, the force causing him to cry out in pain and stagger backward.

Lin Ye stepped out of the driver's seat and stood up straight.

His height of 1.85 meters, coupled with the oppressive aura emanating from his Transcendent Realm cultivation, allowed him to look down at the gray-haired man from a superior position.

"What do you want to do? You dare to make a move?" The man felt uneasy under Lin Ye's gaze and turned to walk towards the trunk of the Ferrari to get a baseball bat.

Lin Ye didn't even look at him, but turned to look at the endless sea of ​​cars in front of him.

"I'm not stuck in traffic on this highway anymore," Lin Ye said calmly.

The man stood there stunned, then burst into exaggerated laughter.

He pointed at Lin Ye's nose and mocked, "You're not blocking it anymore? What, can you sprout wings and fly over there?"

The drivers who were peeking out to watch the scene couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The woman quickly shoved her phone camera into Lin Ye's face.

"Listen, folks! This loser's been pushed to the limit; he says he's going to fly there!"

Lin Ye slowly turned his head, his eyes eerily calm.

"Fly there? I'll grant your wish."