Rebirth

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

On a platform, hundreds of people were screaming and cheering, surrounded by dozens of cars, most of which were supercars.

The most eye-catching were the two cars about to start the race.

One was the most expensive car on the scene, a vibrant red Ferrari 488, worth over four million. Beside it was the cheapest car, a Ford Mustang worth five hundred thousand, creating a stark contrast.

This was the showdown between Liu Feng, the newly rising young master of Shangjing, and Zhang Han, one of the former Four Young Masters.

By the Ford Mustang, Zhang Han leaned silently against the car door. His clothes were disheveled, his hair long, and when he lowered his head, his bangs covered his eyes, hiding them from view. From the chiseled lower half of his face, one could still vaguely make out the handsomeness that once belonged to Young Master Zhang, but his current demeanor was one of utter decadence.

As for Liu Feng, he stood amidst the crowd on the right, like a star surrounded by the moon. His expression seemed to say that the world was at his feet.

"Let's go take a look at the once high-and-mighty Young Master Zhang."

Liu Feng waved his hand, a cold smirk playing on his lips, and led the way.

"Young Master Zhang?"

Upon approaching, Liu Feng saw that Zhang Han didn't react. He then said in a sarcastic tone, "What's wrong? Asleep? The once arrogant Young Master Zhang has fallen into such a state now, tsk tsk. You're about to start the race, why are you still pretending to be aloof, my Young Master Zhang!"

As soon as he spoke, his sycophantic followers chimed in:

"Looking at him now, he's like a beggar!"

"No, I think he's worse than a beggar. Maybe he lives on pig slop."

"..."

On the side of the Ford Mustang stood a very fat man with glasses. Beside his leg was a little girl, about three or four years old.

The little girl was as delicate as a carved jade doll, dressed in a white dress. Her exquisite little face was like a cute princess from a fairy tale. Apart from her slightly messy hair, everything else was perfect. However, at this moment, her clear, bright eyes were filled with wronged tears. Listening to everyone's insults towards Zhang Han, she seemed on the verge of crying.

Normally, the little girl's adorable appearance would have attracted a lot of attention, but now, it was Liu Feng's moment to shine.

The barrage of mockery and insults finally elicited a slight reaction from Zhang Han.

The moment Zhang Han opened his eyes, there was a flicker of confusion. Seeing the behavior of the people before him, his gaze sharpened, filled with a sense of disdain for the world.

"How dare you ants bark before this venerable one?"

Zhang Han suddenly uttered this inexplicable sentence.

The entire place fell silent, but the next moment, a mocking burst of laughter erupted.

"Zhang Han, are you f*cking crazy?"

"You must have turned into an idiot."

"..."

Everyone started mocking him again, but when Zhang Han saw the scene before him clearly, he froze.

"Isn't this me racing Liu Feng at Wolf Mountain in '09?"

"Why am I here?"

"Wasn't I crossing the Heavenly Tribulation?"

"Could it be... I've returned?"

"Was I reborn by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder from the Heavenly Tribulation?"

A tremor flashed in Zhang Han's eyes.

In Zhang Han's memory, five years ago, the Zhang family was one of the eight great families of Shangjing, and Zhang Han's father was the patriarch at the time, so Zhang Han feared nothing. But one time, when his family was traveling by plane, they encountered an air crash midway. His parents and sister perished. His second uncle, Zhang Ming, took over as patriarch, but he couldn't prevent the Zhang family's decline.

Zhang Han was devastated at the time, believing his family had been murdered. He began to secretly investigate Zhang Ming, who had always been hostile to his father. However, he was discovered, and coupled with the fact that Zhang Han had offended many people before, he was eventually expelled from the Zhang family.

It had been five years now. Zhang Han refused to leave, determined to uncover the truth. Life was hard, but he persisted, all the way until this incident at Wolf Mountain.

He remembered that back then, racing at Wolf Mountain, he had an accident and was severely injured, losing both his arms. After lingering for five years, he finally jumped off a cliff to end his life. Unexpectedly, he entered the cultivation world.

Upon starting his cultivation, Zhang Han awakened his innate divine ability – the Treasure Sniffing Nose. His nose could detect the aura of treasures within a certain range.

With this divine ability, over five hundred years, Zhang Han relentlessly piled up his cultivation using various treasures to the extreme, reaching the Tribulation Crossing stage. He became renowned throughout the myriad worlds, becoming one of the most sought-after figures to successfully cross the Heavenly Tribulation and ascend to the Immortal Realm.

But who would have thought that during the Heavenly Tribulation, his unstable foundation would make him vulnerable.

"Why isn't it five years ago?"

A hint of melancholy crossed Zhang Han's expression.

Not being able to fulfill his filial duties had always been Zhang Han's greatest regret. Before his family left, he was young and reckless, causing his father a lot of trouble, and saying many hurtful things to his mother. No amount of remorse could undo any of it.

Filial piety is the foremost of all virtues. Although Zhang Han was rebellious back then, his love for his parents was no less than anyone else's.

Even during his five hundred years of cultivation later, a sentence would always echo in Zhang Han's heart:

The tree may wish for stillness, but the wind will not cease; the son may wish to provide, but his parents are no more.

"Zhang Han!"

A cold voice interrupted Zhang Han's thoughts. Looking up, he saw Liu Feng staring at him with icy eyes.

"Five years ago, you drove me out of Shangjing! Five years later, I, Liu Feng, the King of Los Angeles Cars, have made a strong return, while you, Zhang Han, are living worse than a dog! Remember, today I, Liu Feng, will make you, Zhang Han, leave Shangjing in disgrace!"

"Oh, so powerful?" Zhang Han asked in surprise, then refused, "Then I won't compete."

Liu Feng was stunned, his facial muscles twitching. He felt like he had punched into thin air, which was incredibly unpleasant.

"Zhang Han! I'll add a little more to this race for you." Liu Feng shook the Ferrari car key in his hand and said, "If you win, this car will be yours."

"Then I can't refuse such a generous offer." Zhang Han said with a beaming smile.

"Heh."

Liu Feng sneered and waved his hand, ordering his men, "Set up the screens!"

As he spoke, the people behind him set up several television screens. At the same time, remote-controlled airplanes were launched in various locations around Wolf Mountain. The screens were turned on, and the camera feeds from the remote-controlled airplanes transmitted back, illuminating the entire race track of Wolf Mountain.

"Prepare to start!"

Liu Feng nodded secretly at the bespectacled fatty behind the Ford Mustang and got into the Ferrari.

However, just as Zhang Han was about to get into the Ford Mustang, a timid, childish voice called out from behind him:

"Daddy, Come on, Beat the bad guys."

Zhang Han froze for a moment, turned his head, and saw the little princess standing at the fatty's feet.

"Why would such a cute little girl call someone daddy so casually?"

Zhang Han shook his head with a chuckle.

"Brother Han, you can definitely win!" The fatty clenched his fist at Zhang Han, looking encouraging.

"I'll take your good words. Your car will bring me good luck." Zhang Han glanced at him indifferently and got into the Mustang.

A tall, bikini-clad beauty walked to the front of the two cars, holding two small flags in her hands. She raised them high:

"Ready!"

The engines of both cars roared in unison.

Inside the Ferrari, a smug smile played on Liu Feng's lips.

The fatty behind him wore a knowing smile.

The cute princess at his feet had eyes full of fear and worry, tears welling up, making her look incredibly pitiable.

And Zhang Han, inside the Mustang, had a cold smirk on his lips.

They're colluding to harm me?

Unfortunately, I'm not the same person I was back then.

Even without any cultivation now, how can mere ants like you provoke me?