Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 367 Six Years in a Hurry

The torrential rain lashed against the windshield like a silver whip, and the car headlights cast hazy halos in the rain.

The elderly driving instructor pressed his withered knuckles against his forehead, his cloudy eyes fixed on the dashboard: "Next up is night driving training. If you continue to drive recklessly like before, you'll never get your driver's license!"

Sun Wukong shrank his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously, and forced a stiff smile under the coach's sinister gaze: "Yes...yes..."

Three hovercars moved slowly along the winding mountain road, their windshield wipers mechanically swaying, cutting through the oncoming rain.

After turning a sharp bend, a school bus with its yellow warning lights on came from the opposite direction.

Children's heads popped out of the car windows, waving and cheering as they held up cartoon umbrellas.

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up instantly, and he subconsciously let go of the steering wheel, grinning and waving in response.

"Ding--"

The sharp warning sound pierced the sound of rain, and the elderly coach slammed his veined hand on the dashboard: "Hands on the steering wheel! Deduct 1 point!"

"Huh? This also results in points being deducted?"

Sun Wukong's eyes widened as he was about to explain when he heard a crisp "ding" sound.

The instructor pointed at the screen expressionlessly: "Focus on driving, look straight ahead! Another point deducted!"

Large beads of sweat slid down Sun Wukong's eyelashes, his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, and an unnamed fire rose in his chest.

"squeak--"

The tires slipped on the flooded road, and Sun Wukong slammed on the brakes.

The hovercar came to a violent stop, and a piercing alarm sounded from the dashboard.

The elderly driving instructor, his face turning purple from the tight seatbelt, his forehead veins throbbing, yelled, "Are you crazy?! Sudden braking will cause a rear-end collision! 10 points deducted!"

Behind them, Shang Yun's car barely stopped, brushing against the rear of Sun Wukong's car. The middle-aged coach in the passenger seat pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses filled with doubt.

Just as Sun Wukong and the old coach were arguing, a streak of bluish-purple lightning suddenly exploded in the sky, striking the mountainside like a giant python.

"Boom—"

The mountainside cracked open amidst a deafening roar, and debris mixed with mud cascaded down like a waterfall.

The school bus in front was unable to avoid a boulder and was hit hard on the rear.

With a screeching sound of metal twisting, the school bus veered and hurtled toward the cliff.

Sun Wukong's pupils shrank sharply, and he shouted, "Danger!"

He smashed the windshield with a single punch, the flying shards of glass tracing cold arcs in the downpour.

At the same time, Bick slammed his elbow against the car door, and his dark green figure shot towards the out-of-control school bus like an arrow.

Shang Yun's figure blurred into a ghostly silhouette in the driver's seat, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared at the bottom of the school bus.

The three exerted force simultaneously, their muscles taut like bowstrings, the alarms of the hovercar mingling with the sound of torrential rain to create a tense drumbeat.

However, more debris continued to fall, hitting the school bus.

"Goku! Piccolo! You two go stop the landslide! I'll take care of the school bus!"

Shang Yun's voice sounded firm and steady amidst the raging wind.

Piccolo and Goku exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

Two dazzling beams of energy shot into the sky, blasting the falling rocks into dust.

"Meditation? The Realm of the Void!"

A pale gold aura enveloped the school bus.

The next second, the entire car was suspended above the torrential rain-soaked night sky...

Piccolo and Goku pushed their palms together, and scorching energy waves shot straight towards the rolling pile of rubble like two giant dragons.

The roar shook the rain curtain violently, and the flying debris and energy flashes intertwined into a dazzling display of fireworks under the lightning.

After the smoke and dust cleared, only fine stone powder mixed with rainwater fell softly from the air.

Shang Yun was surrounded by a pale golden halo, and his slender fingers trembled slightly.

He gritted his teeth and dragged the rickety school bus slowly down, every inch of movement carrying a heavy, stagnant weight.

When the tires finally touched solid ground, the car body emitted a metallic groan of strain.

The mud and water around them were splashed up to waist height, drawing messy silver lines in the halo of the car headlights.

The torrential rain continued to rage, and under the dark night sky, the slippery road surface gleamed with a dangerous eerie light.

The elderly coach, clutching his soaked umbrella, shook his head repeatedly: "This awful weather makes it impossible to walk!"

All the people could do was turn on the emergency lights around the school bus, letting the raindrops beat a continuous drumbeat on the roof.

As dawn broke in the east, the rain finally subsided.

The golden sunrise pierced through the clouds, turning the school bus a warm orange color.

The moment the car door opened, the children cheered and rushed out, hurriedly draping wildflower wreaths over the three mud-covered figures.

Sun Wukong scratched his head and grinned foolishly.

Bick turned his face away and coughed lightly to hide his unease.

Shang Yun smiled and lifted the crying little girl onto his shoulder.

The engine roared to life, and the school bus slowly started moving.

The children leaned against the window and waved frantically, their colorful backpack straps fluttering in the wind.

Sun Wukong jumped up and made a big heart shape with his hands.

Bick hesitated for a moment and then waved stiffly.

Shang Yun smiled and watched the school bus disappear at the end of the winding mountain road.

The morning mist, carrying the children's laughter, lingered in the moist air.

Sun Wukong dusted himself off, turned around with his signature憨厚 (honest and simple) smile, scratched his head, and said to the old instructor, "Sorry, instructor, I've messed up the car again. Shall we continue learning to drive?"

Rain dripped down his messy black hair, meandering into streams on his bronze skin.

The old man took off his rain-blurred glasses and gently wiped them with the corner of his clothes. A rare warmth welled up in his cloudy eyes: "Silly boy, don't be shy. I've lived most of my life, and it's been a long time since I've seen such an exhilarating scene. You did a great job!"

His calloused hand slammed heavily on Sun Wukong's shoulder.

"Really? Then let's continue learning to drive!" Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, as excited as a child who had received praise.

The old man smiled and waved his hand, his wrinkles filled with emotion: "Forget it, with your ability to move mountains and fill seas with ease, why would you need to learn to drive?"

"Huh?" Sun Wukong's eyes widened, and his stunned look made the female coach next to him cover her mouth and chuckle.

"That's right~"

The young female coach's smiling eyes swept over everyone, her pink headband swaying gently in the post-rain breeze.

Bick crossed his arms and turned his head away, letting out a cold snort, a suspicious blush rising beneath his green skin.

Shang Yun noticed Bick's stiff back and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Recalling how clumsily Bick had handled the steering wheel, he almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Noticing Shang Yun's probing gaze, Bick abruptly turned his head, his amber vertical pupils shooting out a warning light.

Shang Yun immediately suppressed his smile, pretending to admire the rainbow in the sky, but the smile that had not yet dissipated was still lingering in his throat.

Only then did Sun Wukong realize the consequences of not being able to take the driving test. Thinking of Chi-Chi's "shrewish roar" when she found out, he couldn't help but shudder, a chill running down his spine.

On the way back, the group remained silent in tacit agreement.

Shang Yun suddenly stopped, his expression serious: "I plan to go to the Heavenly God Temple for further studies and to figure out some new techniques."

……

Time flies, spring goes and autumn comes.

In the blink of an eye, three years have passed like a fleeting moment, and the flood relief efforts seem like they happened just yesterday.

But a new challenge is quietly brewing at a turning point in fate...