### Chapter 515: Relentless
“Mm—beep beep beep beep beep.”
With the sound of flashing police sirens, a black car sped down the road, its speed making the air resistance hard to ignore. Raindrops splashed against the windshield, and the view, once shrouded in mist, became blurry.
Outside the car window, a police officer in uniform had already cleared the crowd, allowing for safe driving.
Suddenly, the police car that had been parked at the roadside accelerated and sped away.
“Understood, thank you for your hard work.”
The driver in the car took a drag from a cigarette, lighting it again as if it was the only way to calm himself.
“This speed is already over thirty kilometers per hour,” the man in the passenger seat remarked, his gaze fixed ahead as if witnessing something incredible.
“The smoke from this car seems to keep billowing out,” the driver explained while maneuvering the steering wheel.
“This speed is already quite fast,” the passenger said to the driver. “But smoking like this isn’t very appropriate.”
Outside the window, a man rolled down the car window and fished out a cigarette to hold in his mouth. “Old Zhang, smoking like this will bring you a lot of trouble.”
“It’s okay, my car, my responsibility,” the driver replied confidently.
“However, if you keep smoking like this, the smoke will keep leaking out,” the passenger continued, “and it will be easy for the traffic police to notice.”
“I have my own way to deal with this,” the driver responded while steering. “I made a call to let the smoke disperse.”
“Oh, I see,” the passenger nodded. “But driving like this is also dangerous; if you get caught, it wouldn’t be good.”
“It’s fine,” the driver said confidently. “I have my methods; I won’t get caught.”
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In a distant ancient time, there was a mysterious place where it was said that deities resided. The people there were very pious, daily worshipping the spirits, praying for peace and abundance.
One day, a young Taoist priest arrived in the village, sparking immense curiosity among the villagers. The young man, dressed in a neat robe and sporting a gentle smile, drew inquiries from the villagers about his origins. He replied with a smile, “I come from a faraway place to seek a talisman that can drive away evil and avert disasters.”
The priest settled in the village, preaching daily in an open area, teaching the villagers how to live in harmony with nature and expel evil. His teachings greatly benefited the villagers, who held him in deep respect.
One night, the sky suddenly darkened with thick clouds, and lightning flashed, as if something significant was about to occur. The priest stood beneath a large tree in the village, eyes closed in concentration as if casting a spell. The villagers surrounded him, anxiously observing everything.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down towards an old temple in the village. The priest acted quickly, releasing a streak of golden light from his hand that struck the lightning, saving the temple. The villagers erupted in joy, praising the priest’s magical powers.
From that day on, the priest became the guardian of the village, and the villagers’ lives grew increasingly peaceful and happy. The priest’s teachings and powers would become an indispensable part of their lives.
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A massive force was eroding Mai Shinomiyai’s life as the capability of Shinomiyai consumed her. The elder’s opinions were yielding to the four axes of Shinomiyai, causing tension between the two.
The elder had once advocated for Mai but felt disappointment after witnessing her true nature. Mai gradually drifted away, reflecting a deeper absence within her heart for the young boy she had lost. Her passionate integrity led the elder to recognize humanity’s darker side once again.
At fifteen, Mai Shinomiyai had watched her loved ones pass away by the age of forty. Her character, starkly devoid of that profound emotional attachment, revealed again to the elder the darker aspects of human nature.
Mai staggered in her existential thoughts, vacillating between paths, the night air brushing against her face as a distant scent filled her nostrils.
She found herself deep in contemplation, her mind a tangled mess as she swerved the car toward the Eastern Gate.
Amidst the rush, she shouted, steering towards the Eastern Gate. The wild wind from the bend seemed to heighten her excitement, yet she was unsure if the Eastern Gate truly held significance or if it was merely a coincidence.
She clearly saw a vehicle coming, narrowly escaping a collision with a large truck as she sped towards the gate. The looming truck came into focus again as she veered dangerously close.
The crowd began to recognize the enormous wheels of the truck above Mai, sensing the impending threat she was navigating amidst the chaos.
