Chen Mancan was a veteran trucker who had spent six years hauling freight. His birth chart was pure yin, his mouth was as stubborn as could be, and his pockets were emptier than his face was clean.
He owed thirty thousand in debt, was half a month behind on rent, and his fuel gauge was flashing red. All he had in the cab were three cold boiled eggs and fifty crumpled yuan. The client withheld his fee, the dispatcher made snide remarks, and his ex-wife called to berate him for being useless.
Just as he hit rock bottom, an unfamiliar caller rang him up. "You have a pure yin birth chart? Take a load to Qingfeng Mountain. The fee's twenty thousand, and I'll transfer five thousand upfront." Fortune favors the bold! Chen Mancan gritted his teeth and took the job, driving into an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the night. Before he could even figure out the cargo, the passenger door clicked open by itself.
A young woman in a white dress climbed in, three fluffy white tails swaying behind her.
She was Hu Wan, a three-tailed fox immortal. After failing her tribulation, she was being hunted and had hidden in his cargo hold to hitch a ride. "Get me to my destination and I'll add another thirty thousand. The evil cultivators from the Shoushan Hall are after me." Chen Mancan grumbled, "You hitch a ride and then raise the price? Ever heard of rules?" But he floored the accelerator and charged straight at the evil cultivators blocking the road. A truck weighing over ten tons ought to be enough to flatten a half-baked evil cultivator, right? From then on, a fearsome trucker became a fixture on the highways after dark. Other truckers hauled fresh produce and building materials, earning a hard day's pay. He hauled Yellow Immortals to their new homes, ferried turtle spirits back to their hometowns, and even helped century-old locust tree spirits relocate.
When other people encountered evil spirits, they ran. He drove his truck straight at them, drew talismans with gasoline, used his horn to rattle evil spirits, and crushed formations under his wheels. He made his way through the cracks between yin and yang. The Shoushan Hall got a headache whenever they saw him, while every kind of spirit called him "Master Cang." Chen Mancan puffed on a cigarette and played it cool. "What Master Cang? I'm just a trucker."
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