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But Cheng Qiting's situation was far from optimistic.
The car was speeding at one hundred and ten miles per hour, and the brakes were ineffective; the speed was still increasing. He dared not jump from the moving vehicle, yet he could not slow it down either. Beneath his driver's seat lay a timed bomb, and with one hand gripping the steering wheel, he glanced at the countdown timer—it showed only ten minutes left before detonation.
Given that the relevant authorities had already cleared the roads, Cheng Qiting had to prepare for the worst-case scenario, considering the danger involved. If he truly couldn't save himself, he couldn't endanger others either. Thus, he steered the car toward a more secluded area.
The personnel from the relevant departments were brainstorming ways to rescue him, but one plan after another was dismissed. The situation was simply too perilous—almost a guaranteed death trap. They couldn't stop the car under these circumstances, nor could they disarm the bomb. All they could do was attempt to reduce the speed as much as possible.
The Cheng family wore grim expressions; they wondered who could be behind this attack on their eldest son. It was a ruthless move against them.
At that moment, Sheng Yanzhou had already instructed his driver to prepare the car and headed toward the stretch of road where Cheng Qiting was located. Watching the vehicle racing wildly down the road, his expression darkened. As time ticked away and only one minute remained, Cheng Qiting had even begun to write his last words.
Suddenly, Sheng Yanzhou's phone screen lit up. His heart skipped a beat, and without hesitation, he picked up the phone. It was a message from his friend, Wild Boar. A few simple words ignited a surge of hope within him:
【There is now hope for your rescue.】
Ruan Fuxi sensed that the other party must be extremely anxious at that moment and quickly replied:
"Is your friend brave enough? Let him listen to me."
Just moments ago, Ruan Fuxi was searching for the source of spiritual energy in the mountains. Eventually, deep within the forest, she discovered a cold pond and found what she had been looking for beneath a stone.
Time was of the essence, and now the only option left for Sheng Yanzhou and the Cheng family was to try Ruan Fuxi's method.
"Qiting, you don’t have to die."
As Cheng Qiting stood there in shock at her words, Sheng Yanzhou quickly sought clarification from Ruan Fuxi on what to do next.
Ruan Fuxi gently coaxed the ancient tortoise in her hands—no, it was an ancient divine turtle.
"Good turtle, I need to borrow your spiritual energy this time. Saving a life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. This will benefit your cultivation as well, right? I promise I will return your energy as soon as possible."
The turtle in Ruan Fuxi's hands looked much like an ordinary turtle, but its shell seemed to have weathered many years, its surface warm and smooth like jade. Each pattern appeared to hold great wisdom, and its small eyes sparkled with intelligence.
Yet at that moment, it seemed a bit aggrieved and dissatisfied.
Ruan Fuxi continued to soothe it: "The name 'Turtle' is quite fitting, don’t you think? Rest assured, I will keep my promise. Not only will I return your spiritual energy, but I will also refine some nourishing pills for you in the future so you can quickly enhance your cultivation."
After much coaxing, she finally got the turtle to nod in agreement, though it was clear it still wasn’t entirely pleased.
Without further delay, Ruan Fuxi said urgently: "Time is pressing, and my abilities are limited. Tell your friend that in three seconds, he must not hesitate—he needs to jump out of the car immediately!"
With a serious expression, she formed hand seals, seemingly able to see strands of energy drifting from the turtle’s body, being drawn away into the distance.
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