Rebirth

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

On a platform, hundreds of people gathered in a circle, screaming and cheering. Dozens of cars surrounded the crowd, most of them supercars.

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

One was the most expensive car there—a bright red Ferrari 488 worth over four million yuan. Beside it was the cheapest car there, a Ford Mustang worth five hundred thousand. The two cars formed a stark contrast.

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

Beside the Ford Mustang, Zhang Han leaned silently against the car door. His clothes were disheveled, and his hair was long. When he lowered his head, his bangs covered his eyes, so no one could see that they were tightly shut. From the lower half of his chiseled face that showed beneath his hair, one could still vaguely make out the unique handsomeness of Young Master Zhang from years ago. But now, his entire bearing was filled with dejection.

As for Liu Feng, he stood among the crowd on the right, as though the stars were gathered around the moon. His expression seemed to say that the entire world lay beneath his feet.

"Let's go take a look at Young Master Zhang, who used to be so high and mighty."

Liu Feng waved his hand, a cold smile hanging from the corner of his mouth as he led the way over.

"Young Master Zhang?"

When they approached and saw that Zhang Han did not react, Liu Feng said mockingly, "What's wrong? Fell asleep? The once-arrogant Young Master Zhang has fallen this far, tsk, tsk. The race is about to start, so why are you still putting on an aloof act, my Young Master Zhang?"

As soon as he spoke, the lackeys beside him, eager to show off, chimed in one after another:

"Look at him now. He looks like a penniless beggar!"

"No, I think he's worse than a beggar. Maybe he lives by eating pig feed."

"..."

Beside the Ford Mustang stood a rotund, bespectacled man, with a little girl of three or four by his legs.

The little girl was exquisitely pretty, like she had been carved from jade and snow. She wore a white dress, and her delicate little face resembled the adorable princess from a fairy tale. Apart from her slightly messy hair, everything about her was perfect. But at this moment, her clear, wide eyes held aggrieved tears. Listening to everyone disparage Zhang Han, she seemed on the verge of tears.

Under normal circumstances, the little girl's adorable appearance would probably have drawn many eyes. But now, this was Liu Feng's time to perform alone.

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

The instant Zhang Han opened his eyes, confusion filled his gaze. When he saw the people before him, his eyes narrowed, and they brimmed with contempt for all under heaven.

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

Such a baffling sentence suddenly burst from Zhang Han's mouth.

The entire scene fell silent, but in the next moment, a wave of mocking laughter rang out.

"Zhang Han, are you freaking crazy?"

"Could he have turned into an idiot?"

"..."

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

"Isn't this when I raced Liu Feng at Wolf Mountain in 2009?"

"How did I get here?"

"Wasn't I undergoing Tribulation Crossing?"

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

"Did the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder of my Tribulation Crossing strike me into reincarnation?"

A tremor flashed through Zhang Han's eyes.

In Zhang Han's memories, five years ago, the Zhang family had been one of Shangjing's Eight Great Families, and Zhang Han's father had been its patriarch. That was why Zhang Han had feared neither heaven nor earth. But one day, when his family was traveling by plane, they encountered an aerial disaster halfway through the journey. His parents and younger sister died, and his second uncle, Zhang Ming, took over as patriarch. Even he could not stop the Zhang family's decline.

Zhang Han had been devastated. Believing that his family had been murdered, he began secretly investigating Zhang Ming, who had always hated his father. But Zhang Ming discovered him, and, together with the fact that Zhang Han had offended many people before, this ultimately led to Zhang Han being driven out of the Zhang family.

Five years had passed since then. Zhang Han refused to leave and had always wanted to uncover the truth. Life had been bitter, but he had persisted all along, right up until this Wolf Mountain incident.

He remembered that when he had raced at Wolf Mountain, he had been seriously injured in an accident and lost both arms. After struggling on for five years, he had eventually jumped off a cliff to end his life. Unexpectedly, he had entered a cultivation world.

After beginning his cultivation journey, Zhang Han awakened a divine ability—Treasure Sniffing Nose. His nose could detect the aura of treasures within a certain range.

Relying on this divine ability, Zhang Han had spent five hundred years piling up countless treasures and forcefully pushing his cultivation to the peak, reaching the Tribulation Crossing stage. He had become famous throughout the myriad heavens and worlds, becoming one of the most sought-after figures preparing to cross the Heavenly Tribulation and ascend to the Immortal Realm.

But who could have expected that, during his Crossing Heavenly Tribulation, his unstable foundation would leave him helpless against it?

"Why didn't I return five years ago?"

A trace of melancholy rose in Zhang Han's expression.

His greatest regret had always been failing to fulfill his filial duties. Before his family members had left him, he had been young, reckless, and immature. He had caused his father plenty of trouble and said many things that hurt his mother. No matter how deeply he regretted it all, none of it could be undone.

Of all virtues, filial piety came first. Though Zhang Han had been rebellious back then, his love for his parents had been no less than anyone else's.

Even throughout his later five hundred years of cultivation, a line would always drift through Zhang Han's mind:

The tree wished for stillness, but the wind would not cease; the child wished to care for the parents, but they were no longer there.

"Zhang Han!"

A chilling voice interrupted Zhang Han's thoughts. He looked up and saw Liu Feng staring at him coldly.

"Five years ago, you drove me out of Shangjing! Today, five years later, I, Liu Feng, the King of Los Angeles Cars, have returned in force, while you, Zhang Han, are living worse than a dog or pig! Remember this: today, I, Liu Feng, will make you, Zhang Han, leave Shangjing lying down!"

"Oh, is that so?" Zhang Han replied in surprise, refusing him. "Then I'm not racing."

Liu Feng froze. The muscles on his face twitched, as if his punch had struck empty air. The feeling was incredibly uncomfortable.

"Zhang Han! I'll add something extra to this race." Liu Feng shook the Ferrari's key in his hand and said, "As long as you beat me, this car is yours."

"Then I'll accept your generous offer." Zhang Han smiled broadly.

"Heh."

Liu Feng let out a cold laugh, raised his hand, and instructed the people behind him, "Set up the screens!"

At his words, the people behind him erected several television screens. At the same time, remote-controlled aircraft rose over various parts of Wolf Mountain. Their screens came alive, and the cameras on the aircraft transmitted footage back, displaying the entire Wolf Mountain track.

"Let's get ready to start!"

Liu Feng nodded secretly at the bespectacled fat man behind the Ford Mustang, then got into the Ferrari.

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

"Daddy, come on! Beat the bad guys!"

Zhang Han paused and turned around, seeing Little Princess standing beside the fat man's legs.

"What an adorable little girl. Why is she calling a random person Daddy?"

Zhang Han shook his head with a laugh.

"Brother Han, you'll definitely win!" The fat man clenched his fist at Zhang Han, putting on an encouraging expression.

"I'll take your word for it. Your car will bring me good luck." Zhang Han gave him an indifferent glance, then slipped sideways into the Mustang.

A tall beauty in a bikini walked in front of the two cars. Holding a small flag in each hand, she raised them high.

"Ready!"

The engines of both cars let out furious roars at the same time.

Inside the Ferrari, a smug smile curled across Liu Feng's lips.

The fat man behind them revealed a meaningful smile.

The adorable princess by his feet looked utterly frightened and worried. Her eyes brimmed with tears, making her look heartbreakingly pitiful.

Meanwhile, a cold smile hung from Zhang Han's lips inside the Mustang.

"So you're all working together to harm me?"

"Unfortunately, I'm no longer the person I was back then."

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