Daughter?

Dong Hu plastered a fawning smile on his face as he tried to explain something to Liu Feng. But Liu Feng, without a word, slapped Dong Hu left and right, at least ten times. After finishing, Liu Feng got into his friend's car and left.

"How was I supposed to know that Zhang Han, that trash, could win? I definitely tampered with the car! Damn it!"

Dong Hu cursed angrily, then stomped into the Ford Mustang, flooring the accelerator.

"Vroom!"

The Ford Mustang shot forward. When Dong Hu slammed on the brakes, he discovered that the brakes he had tampered with were indeed not working properly.

Seeing the steep slope rapidly approaching, Dong Hu's face turned deathly pale, his pupils contracting.

"Bang bang bang..."

A series of violent crashing sounds echoed throughout Wolf Mountain, causing the faces of passersby to change and draw their attention.

A cold smile played on Zhang Han's lips as he started up the Ferrari and slowly drove out of Wolf Mountain.

His current residence was a dilapidated apartment rented outside Shangjing's fifth ring road. Along the way, Zhang Han fell into thought.

"Right now, I don't have a trace of true qi. I can't circulate any cultivation techniques. I'm just an ordinary mortal."

"The storage ring is gone too!" Zhang Han's face showed a hint of heartache. "All the treasures I collected over five hundred years, gone!"

"Damn Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, you blasted me back to life, but why didn't you give me any treasures?"

"..."

Zhang Han grumbled for a while and then stopped thinking about it. Zhang Han's personality tended to be open-minded and optimistic; he wouldn't obsess over one thing to death. Of course, there were limits. Once a line was crossed, Zhang Han could become stubbornly fixated, otherwise, he wouldn't have lingered in Shangjing for five years unwilling to leave.

"Do I have any other treasures?"

Zhang Han pondered. His treasures were countless, so many that he could barely keep track.

Suddenly, Zhang Han's eyes lit up. He quickly raised his head and felt around his right ear.

After fumbling for a moment, he finally pulled out a needle-like object, about a centimeter long, from his ear.

The needle was crystal white all over, like immortal jade. Zhang Han stared at it for a long time, his excitement growing.

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, you ultimately left me a treasure! A Thunder Sun Tree with some seeds, this is exactly what I need to step into cultivation!"

The Thunder Sun Tree was a relatively rare treasure in the vast world of cultivation. Its abilities were powerful, serving as an energy source that could nourish spiritual herbs. It also grew Thunder Sun Wood, which was a necessary component for many elixirs. Even if one wasted it by directly absorbing its energy, it could instantly elevate them to the Innate Stage!

"But it only grows once every hundred years. Before I crossed the Heavenly Tribulation and was reborn, it seemed like it was about to grow Thunder Sun Wood. It should have been about five years away?"

Zhang Han shook his head. "Never mind how long it takes. First, I need to find a place with good feng shui to plant the Thunder Sun Tree. By absorbing its first burst of energy, I can advance to the Early Qi Refining Stage. Then I'll be able to use my Treasure Sniffing Nose, and with the seeds I placed in the Thunder Sun Tree, my future will be bright!"

As he thought about it, Zhang Han couldn't help but laugh heartily.

His laughter woke the Little Princess, who had been sleeping.

She rubbed her eyes adorably and looked at Zhang Han groggily, saying in a milky voice:

"Daddy, hungry."

Zhang Han's laughter stopped. He turned to look at the Little Princess, momentarily forgetting this detail.

"Little girl, I'm not your dad. We're almost at my place, I'll find you something to eat," Zhang Han said with a pout.

Hearing this, the Little Princess looked wronged. She seemed timid, wanting to speak but not daring to. She didn't understand why Daddy always said he wasn't Daddy.

He parked the brand-new Ferrari under the old building, creating a jarring contrast. Carrying the Little Princess upstairs, he entered the room. The furniture inside was not only old but also messy. Only the small bedding on the bed and the pink suitcase by the bed were new.

What was going on?

Zhang Han raised an eyebrow, sat on the sofa, placed the Little Princess on the coffee table in front of him, and examined her carefully.

The little girl had a delicate face, beautiful eyebrows, a small and exquisite nose, large, clear eyes, and thin, willow-leaf-like lips. She possessed a princess-like cuteness and elegance, but her features didn't quite match Zhang Han's rugged appearance.

But it was good that they didn't match. If a little girl looked rugged, ugh, the thought alone sent a shiver down his spine.

"Is she really my daughter? No way?"

Zhang Han muttered. Suddenly, a tearing pain surged through his head.

The memories of the past twenty-plus years flooded in!

At this moment, Zhang Han understood. It turned out that his five hundred years of memories were pouring into his body, temporarily suppressing the twenty-plus years of memories from this life. Now, they were beginning to merge.

After absorbing the memories of this life's twenty-plus years, Zhang Han was a bit stunned.

Why had the trajectory of this life changed?

In his previous life, his parents and sister died in a plane crash five years ago. But now, the memory was that his parents had mysteriously disappeared five years ago. His second uncle, Zhang Ming, still harbored animosity towards his family. His sister had run away from home and her whereabouts were unknown, though she sent him money every month, unable to be proud of her good-for-nothing brother. He himself had been kicked out of the Zhang family by Zhang Ming.

"Is this an opportunity from heaven to make up for my regrets?"

A hint of joy flickered in Zhang Han's eyes.

After obtaining these memories, Zhang Han finally understood the origin of the little girl in front of him.

Her mother was named Ziyan. Zhang Han didn't know her well, only that she was a cold and aloof celebrity who had starred in many high-grossing films. Five years ago, Ziyan was about to reach the peak of her career, while Zhang Han was on the verge of falling from the pinnacle of his dissolute life.

It was a case of "hero saves the beauty," and the two unexpectedly came together. He didn't expect to "hit the target" just once, nor did he expect Ziyan to choose to retire just as she was reaching her peak, disappearing in North America and giving birth to the Little Princess before him.

The Little Princess was almost four years old and had been pestering to see her father. Ziyan also planned to return to the entertainment industry, so she came back to the country.

She brought the Little Princess directly to this dilapidated apartment, giving the little girl only seven days to spend with Zhang Han. Perhaps it was to make the Little Princess give up on her fallen father.

When Zhang Han met Ziyan, Ziyan's coldness ignited the pride deep within Zhang Han, and the two had a huge argument. Ziyan left angrily, gritting her teeth, and Zhang Han was dismissive, thinking that celebrities were just actors, putting on airs. Of course, this was Zhang Han's view before his rebirth.

Zhang Han's life began to include the little girl, and today was the third day.

Realizing that the little girl was his biological daughter, Zhang Han's expression changed drastically, as if struck by lightning. He stared blankly at the Little Princess and murmured in grief and indignation:

"She's not got a handle?" (A 'handle' refers to male genitalia; it means she's not a boy.)

"Heavens, are you kidding me? How can my Immortal Lord Hanyang's lineage be passed down without a son?"

Zhang Han became emotional, picked up the cigarette from the coffee table in annoyance, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The Little Princess coughed from the smoke.

This made Zhang Han pause. Although he wanted a son to inherit the lineage, the little girl was his daughter after all. Zhang Han sighed lightly, stubbed out the cigarette, and got up to make her a cup of milk.

"Thank you, Daddy," the Little Princess said weakly.

Seeing his daughter's timid appearance made Zhang Han sigh again. If it were a manly boy, he would probably say it differently: "Dad, I'm hungry. Don't just stand there, hurry up and get me some milk."

Unlike the daughter before him, who was so delicate and timid.

However, this emotion came and went quickly. Soon, Zhang Han was carefully watching the little girl elegantly drinking her milk. Unknowingly, a trace of tenderness appeared in his eyes.

After finishing her milk, the little girl placed the bottle on the coffee table, stretched out her slender arms, and said in a milky voice:

"Daddy, hug."

Zhang Han picked her up. The little girl gave a shy smile and said happily:

"Daddy, You are my hero, I love you."

The little girl didn't mind her messy father and planted a kiss on Zhang Han's cheek.

In an instant, Zhang Han's heart melted from this kiss.

This kiss made Zhang Han feel a long-lost warmth and tenderness.

This blood-is-thicker-than-water kinship quickly filled the emptiness Zhang Han had felt for five hundred lonely years.

"I, Zhang Han, have a child! A daughter is fine, isn't it said that daughters are like close little cotton-padded jackets."

Zhang Han laughed heartily.

The Little Princess in his arms, though she didn't know why Daddy was laughing, giggled along when she saw him happy.

For a moment, the room was filled with laughter and joy, a scene of warmth.

"Daughter, did your mother give you a name?" Zhang Han asked softly, surprised that his masculine voice could produce such a gentle sound.

"Yes, yes," the Little Princess raised her small palm, pointed at herself, and said in a milky voice, "I... my name is Emily."

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Han, who had been smiling, immediately pulled a long face. Even the muscles around his eyes twitched several times, revealing his displeasure.

"Emily?" Zhang Han said angrily, "This woman is too much!"

His daughter, the dignified Zhang Han's daughter, didn't even have his surname and was given an English name. What was the meaning of this?

"Daddy..." Seeing Zhang Han's expression, the Little Princess thought he was angry with her, and tears quickly welled up in her wronged eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't cry, Dad wasn't talking about you," Zhang Han quickly comforted her.

"Daddy, don't be angry..." the Little Princess said weakly.

Zhang Han shook his head and said, "Dad just thinks your name is too tacky. How about we change it to a new name?"

"Okay, okay." Seeing that her father wasn't angry and was going to give her a new name, the Little Princess became happy again.

"What should it be..." Zhang Han pondered for a moment. In less than two seconds, he looked at the Little Princess in his arms and said, "From now on, your name will be Zhang Yumeng, and your nickname will be Mengmeng. How about it? Does it sound good?"

After speaking, Zhang Han looked at the Little Princess with anticipation.

However, the Little Princess in his arms looked hesitant:

"But I, I still like Emily, that's the name Mommy gave me."

Zhang Han's expression froze. He said sternly, "No!"

But after saying just two words, the Little Princess's eyes began to well up again with a wronged expression due to Zhang Han's stern face.

Seeing this, Zhang Han's tone changed, and he said gently, "My little darling..."