You Failed Your Driving Test, and You Still Have the Nerve to Cultivate Immortality and Fly a Sword?

Shocking! A reckless old driver transmigrates and becomes the leader of the Sword Sect, opens a new driving test category, and puts the entire immortal realm through its paces!

“What kind of sword driving is that? I'm talking to you!”

“You can't reverse into a scabbard, parallel-park your sword, or weave it through a snake-shaped course, but you're already speeding?”

“Anyone can speed on a straight road. Real speed is taking the curves fast!”

“You think you're so impressive just because you can take a turn?”

“Put this box of tofu on your sword and fly it over eighteen mountains. If it gets damaged, don't call yourself a disciple of the Sword Sect.”

The Sword Sect's eldest disciple could take no more. He set a teacup on his flying sword. “That's easy for you to say. If you're so good, give it a try. Let's see how much you spill.”

“Fine. By the rules of the martial world, the loser has to call the winner ‘Dad.’”

“Deal! Quit talking!”

The young man raised a hand, filled the cup to the brim, then invited the disciples to chase him.

A moment later, the eldest disciple's face had turned ashen, and all the other disciples looked horrified.

The young man took the full cup of tea from his sword and held it out to the eldest disciple.

The eldest disciple, blushing bright red, took it.

“Dad.”

“Don't look so unhappy. You went from eldest disciple to the sect leader's son. Clearly, you're the one getting the better deal.”

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.