The Story of Immortal Lord Hanyang

Mengmeng, on the other hand, held a fork in her left hand and a knife in her right, looking quite sophisticated, but it still took her a lot of effort to cut a piece of steak.

"Daddy will cut it for you," Zhang Han said with a smile, shaking his head.

"Mmm... I want... small pieces," Mengmeng reminded him.

"Okay, small pieces."

Zhang Han cut the steak into small cubes, and then the father and daughter began their first somewhat decent dinner since meeting.

As soon as they finished eating, Zhang Han's phone rang. When he answered, it was Liu Feng's subordinate, informing him that all the paperwork for the car was ready.

Half an hour later, they met downstairs at the hotel. Zhang Han collected the documents, then went to the parking lot to take comprehensive photos of the Ferrari. He returned to his room and posted them directly on a used car website using his phone.

The listed price was only two million.

As soon as it was posted, on the other side, an employee at the website company who was just about to leave work suddenly saw the message.

As he read, the employee's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Manager! Manager!"

"What is it?" the manager asked, frowning and speaking with dissatisfaction.

It was already seven in the evening, and they were working two hours past closing. His subordinate was still shouting, which was bound to be annoying. He had already decided that if this subordinate was just making a fuss, he would deal with him.

"Manager, come quickly! Something's happened!" the employee shouted, his cry instantly attracting the people who were about to leave. They all turned their heads and crowded over.

The manager walked over with a frown. When he saw the information on the screen, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed in shock:

"What? A Ferrari 488, less than a month old, selling for only two million?"

The manager's words caused the surrounding crowd to rush over, and a clamor ensued.

"This car cost 4.8 million when it was new. Selling it for two million on resale? Is it real?"

"If it's real, then whoever buys it is making a killing!"

"Yeah, they could buy it and resell it for over three million!"

"Is this person desperate for money? Even if they are, this is a bit too hasty, isn't it? Listing it for three million would probably sell in three days."

They knew this, and the manager certainly did. He quickly instructed the subordinate in front of the computer, saying:

"Quick, quick, quick! Block this message and give me the owner's phone number!"

The manager was preparing to buy the car himself. The subordinate at the computer quickly operated, while the other employees looked at the manager with envy.

This was also the manager's capability. After all, he had the money to make it happen. If it were them, they wouldn't have two million on hand and couldn't afford to play along.

The manager dialed Zhang Han's number. After arranging a time to see the car, he laughed heartily and patted his subordinate, who had brought him good news, preparing to reward him handsomely after this matter.

The manager made some preparations and then, with a few subordinates who specialized in inspecting vehicles, headed to the hotel where Zhang Han was staying.

After a series of inspections, the manager was very satisfied and arranged to complete the transaction the next morning.

After finishing these tasks, Zhang Han returned to his room with Mengmeng at nine o'clock in the evening.

"Awooo." Mengmeng yawned, lying in Zhang Han's arms, and mumbled, "Daddy, I want to hear a story."

Hear a story?

Zhang Han was slightly taken aback. He had never told stories before, but since his daughter wanted to hear one, he would naturally tell her. He organized the stories in his mind and said, "Then Daddy will tell you the story of Snow White. The story goes like this: Once upon a time, there was a Snow White..."

"Mmm... No, no, Snow White, I've heard it before," Mengmeng shook her head and refused.

"Uh... then Daddy will tell you Little Red Riding Hood..."

"No."

"Then Daddy will tell you the Seven Dwarfs..."

"No."

"Then the Big Bad Wolf..."

"No."

"..."

Zhang Han told over a dozen fairy tales he knew from memory, but the little girl had already heard them many times and kept shaking her head, saying 'no'.

For a moment, Zhang Han was at a loss.

After thinking for a long time, Zhang Han's expression suddenly froze, and he had an idea. He said in a negotiating tone, "Baby, do you want to hear the story of Immortal Lord Hanyang?"

"No... Huh?" Mengmeng was stunned. She thought for a moment and realized she hadn't heard it before, so she happily clapped her hands: "Okay, okay!"

"Hehehe." Zhang Han cleared his throat, a smug look on his face, and said:

"Immortal Lord Hanyang was an extraordinary figure. This story has to start from Earth."

"When Immortal Lord Hanyang was on Earth, his life was unsatisfactory and he lived a very miserable life. In the end, he jumped off a cliff. Who would have thought that he would accidentally enter a brand new world, the Cultivation World!"

"Mmm... Daddy, what is the Cultivation World?" Mengmeng asked, a little confused.

"The Cultivation World is a very large world, with countless planets and countless people. Some places have rivers larger than Earth, and some places have continents almost as large as the Milky Way. In short, it is a very peculiar world."

"Immortal Lord Hanyang was very powerful in the Cultivation World. From the moment he came into contact with the Cultivation World, he became a powerful figure in the Tribulation Transcending stage in just five hundred years. Why? Because he had a divine ability called the Treasure Sniffing Nose, which could smell the scent of treasures. From then on, Immortal Lord Hanyang never lacked treasures."

"Although five hundred years is a long time, during these five centuries, Immortal Lord Hanyang was either treasure hunting or on his way to treasure hunt. He also had to study extremely complex cultivation knowledge. Five hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. He met very few people and didn't have many friends, so he was also very lonely."

"However, in the last few years, Immortal Lord Hanyang cultivated to the peak of crossing tribulation. Before the heavenly tribulation arrived, he traveled through all the heavens and myriad worlds. And what happened? He became famous overnight!"

"He spent money like water, and the tips he casually gave to others were enough for them to spend for hundreds of years. So, wherever he went later, he was highly sought after, showered with flattery, and worshipped by thousands. That presence, wasn't it imposing?"

"Imposing..." Mengmeng replied vaguely, her mind still fuzzy.

"Because of this, people gave Immortal Lord Hanyang a nickname: Immortal Lord of Scattering Wealth."

Receiving his daughter's praise, Zhang Han's smile stretched from ear to ear.

"But later, he was upgraded to Immortal Lord Rich Emperor, because he was too wealthy. His personal fortune was greater than that of a hundred super sects combined!"

"Some people also liked to call him Immortal Lord of Treasured Virtue. Whenever treasure appeared somewhere, if he was present, that treasure would ultimately belong to him."

"He had many nicknames, but Dad won't go into them. Immortal Lord Hanyang didn't seem to do anything besides treasure hunting. In the five hundred years in the Cultivation World, he only made one move, and that move turned the world upside down. Immortal Lord Hanyang suppressed ten super sects, his power was boundless."

"But no matter how strong he was, he couldn't escape the heavenly tribulation. When he crossed his heavenly tribulation, he encountered the legendary Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. He took out many treasures, but in the end, he couldn't withstand it."

"So, he returned to Earth."

At this point, Zhang Han, with a smile on his face, turned to Mengmeng and said proudly:

"Do you know what Immortal Lord Hanyang's name is? Haha, I'll tell you, Immortal Lord Hanyang is your dad, Zhang... huh?"

When he turned around, he saw that the Little Princess had already fallen asleep. Zhang Han's face stiffened, feeling like an overexcited, chuunibyou youth at that moment.

If the people in the Cultivation World who were familiar with Immortal Lord Hanyang saw him like this, it would probably shatter their worldview.

Zhang Han's mouth twitched slightly. He covered the Little Princess with a blanket and looked at his adorable daughter. The twitching corners of his mouth gradually curved into a gentle smile.

"Next, I need to find a place with good Feng Shui to plant the Thunder Sun Tree and those seeds."

Zhang Han shook his head slightly and fell into thought.

Finding a place with good Feng Shui was easy. With the Thunder Sun Tree, even if it wasn't initially a Feng Shui treasure land, it would gradually transform into one under its nourishment. The key was finding a good location.

"Where should I go?"

Zhang Han lay down flat, took out the black Apple phone his sister had mailed him, and opened the map of Huaguo.

His gaze swept across the map for a long time, finally settling on a location on the southern side:

Hong Kong!

What seemed like a casual choice was actually the result of layers of consideration.

Winter was approaching, and the temperature in the northern regions was gradually dropping, which was not suitable for Mengmeng to play.

Moreover, Shangjing was the Zhang family's stronghold. Although the family was in decline, it still had many branches. Zhang Han did not want to live under the Zhang family's watchful eyes.

The Oriental Pearl was by the sea, the place where Zhang Han's mother's family resided. He remembered that when his mother married into the family, there were many unpleasantries with her family. Furthermore, they apparently didn't accept him and his sister.

Setting aside these major cities, there were also many places with green mountains and clear waters to choose from, but Zhang Han didn't pick them.

To put it bluntly, these were all excuses. The reason Zhang Han chose Hong Kong was that Mengmeng's mother's company was located there. Mengmeng wasn't entirely his yet.

Once he dealt with Ziyan's matters, taking Mengmeng wherever he wanted to play would be up to him, right?

Zhang Han didn't have high hopes for his relationship with Ziyan. Putting aside the identity of Immortal Lord Hanyang, even before that, Zhang Han didn't have high hopes.

The entertainment industry was too complicated. As someone who was once one of the Four Young Masters of the Capital, he naturally knew many inside stories. How many young girls sacrificed everything to get ahead? And how many storms did famous celebrities endure? In the eyes of the wealthy, how many celebrities were treated as playthings?

In Zhang Han's opinion, the entertainment industry was like a dye vat, and most people were stained. Although Ziyan was one of the few with little scandal, that didn't mean Zhang Han would change his view.

"Let's have a spontaneous trip."

Zhang Han smiled as he glanced at the sleeping Mengmeng and prepared to book tickets online with his phone.

He booked a flight for the afternoon of the next day. However, when he reached the payment stage, Zhang Han was stunned.

His bank accounts were empty. Helplessly, he could only deposit some money tomorrow before purchasing the tickets.

Just as he was thinking this, his phone suddenly pinged with a message notification.

Upon opening it, he found that five thousand yuan had been deposited into his bank card.

Zhang Han's expression froze. He immediately booked his flight for that evening.

He then got up and walked to the bathroom, closed the door, and dialed Zhang Li's phone number.

"Lili, I just received your money," Zhang Han said.

"Mm," Zhang Li replied.

She didn't sound very enthusiastic, but Zhang Han knew his sister still cared a lot about him.

Five years ago, when their parents disappeared, Zhang Li had initially blamed Zhang Han's constant troublemaking. She left the Zhang family and didn't contact Zhang Han for over a year.

Later, when she learned that Zhang Han refused to leave Shangjing to investigate matters and was living a very difficult life, Zhang Li finally started contacting him.