[No system + hardcore racing + cultivation = my road is the track]
[This story is about Cultivation Formula Racing]
Flying sword racing, I took over the worst team in the world of cultivation.
Genius teammate? No, it's the second generation of debt thugs and arrogant people.
Everyone is waiting to see us break up.
With these "pig teammates",
If the accelerator is welded shut, whoever steps on the brake will give in.
The impossible results were thrown in everyone's face.
On this track, we either win together or crash the finish line together!
(There is also a companion chapter, "Equation of Cultivation: Starting a Prairie Fire")
