Chapter 3

Dong Hu, with a forced smile, tried to explain something to Liu Feng, but Liu Feng slapped him more than ten times, left and right. After the beating, Liu Feng got into his friend's car and left.

"How was I supposed to know that that good-for-nothing Zhang Han would win? I clearly tampered with the car! Damn it!"

Dong Hu cursed angrily, sat in the Ford Mustang, and stepped on the gas.

"Vroom!"

The Ford Mustang sped forward. When Dong Hu hit the brakes, he found that the tampered brakes were indeed not working.

Seeing the steep slope getting closer, Dong Hu's face turned pale, and his pupils constricted.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

A series of violent car crashes echoed throughout Wolf Mountain, causing the passersby to change their expressions and look over.

Zhang Han's lips curled into a cold smile. He started the Ferrari and slowly drove out of Wolf Mountain.

His current residence was a dilapidated apartment he rented outside the Fifth Ring Road in Beijing. On the way, Zhang Han fell into deep thought.

"Right now, I don't have a single bit of true qi, and I can't activate any cultivation techniques. I'm just an ordinary mortal."

"The storage ring is gone!" Zhang Han's face showed a hint of pain: "I collected treasures for five hundred years, and now they're all gone!"

"Damn Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, you gave me a rebirth, but why didn't you give me a few treasures?"

"..."

Zhang Han muttered for a while but then stopped thinking about it. Zhang Han's personality was rather open and optimistic; he wouldn't obsess over something to the point of death. Of course, there was a limit. Once it was crossed, Zhang Han could be stubborn and obstinate, which was why he had lingered in Beijing for five years without leaving.

"Do I have any other treasures left?"

Zhang Han thought about it. He had so many treasures that he could hardly remember them all.

Suddenly, Zhang Han's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly reached up to his right ear.

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

The needle was crystal white, like jade from the heavens. Zhang Han looked at it for a long time, and the excitement in his eyes grew stronger.

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, you did leave me a treasure after all! The Thunder Sun Tree and some seeds, these are exactly what I need to enter the cultivation path!"

The Thunder Sun Tree was a relatively rare treasure in the vast cultivation world. Its power was immense, serving as an energy source that could nourish medicinal herbs. It also produced Thunder Sun Wood, which was a necessary ingredient for many elixirs. Even if one directly absorbed its energy, it could elevate a person to the innate stage!

"It only grows once every hundred years. Before I transcended the heavenly tribulation and was reborn, it was almost ready to produce Thunder Sun Wood, probably just five years away?"

Zhang Han shook his head. "Forget it. No matter how long it takes, I need to find a feng shui treasure spot to plant the Thunder Sun Tree first. Absorbing its initial burst of energy will allow me to advance to the early stage of Qi Cultivation. Then I can use the Treasure Nose, and with the seeds I placed in the Thunder Sun Tree, my future will be bright!"

Thinking about it, Zhang Han couldn't help but laugh heartily.

His laughter woke up the little princess who had been sleeping.

She rubbed her eyes cutely, looked at Zhang Han with a dazed expression, and said in a soft, childish voice:

"Daddy, I'm hungry."

Zhang Han's laughter stopped. He turned to look at the little princess, momentarily forgetting about her.

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

The little princess looked aggrieved, timidly wanting to speak but not daring to. She didn't understand why her daddy always said he wasn't her daddy.

Parking the new Ferrari in front of the old building, it looked out of place. Carrying the little princess upstairs, he entered the room. The furniture inside was not only old but also messy, with only a small bed and a pink suitcase by the bed being new.

What's going on?

Zhang Han's eyebrows furrowed. He 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 delicate nose, large, clear eyes, and thin, willow-leaf-like lips. She was as cute and elegant as a princess, but her features didn't resemble Zhang Han's ruggedness.

But it was a good thing she didn't look like him; otherwise, a little girl looking so rugged would be quite unsettling.

"Is she really my daughter? No way?"

Zhang Han muttered, and suddenly, a sharp pain surged in his head.

The memories of the past twenty years flooded in!

At this moment, Zhang Han understood. The memories of his five hundred years had overwhelmed his body, suppressing the memories of the past twenty years. Now, they were beginning to merge.

After absorbing the memories of this life's twenty years, Zhang Han was somewhat stunned.

Why had the trajectory of this life changed?

In the previous life, five years ago, his parents and sister died in a plane crash. Now, in his memories, his parents had mysteriously disappeared five years ago, his uncle Zhang Ming still harbored hostility towards his family, his sister had run away from home and was nowhere to be found, but she sent him money every month, and he had been expelled from the Zhang family by Zhang Ming.

"Is this a chance for me to make up for my regrets?"

Zhang Han's eyes showed joy.

After obtaining these memories, Zhang Han finally understood the little girl's background.

Her mother was Zi Yan, whom Zhang Han didn't know well. He only knew she was a cold and aloof celebrity who had starred in many high-grossing movies. Five years ago, Zi Yan was about to reach the peak of her career, while Zhang Han was at the peak of his decadent life.

It was a case of a hero saving a beauty, and the two unexpectedly came together. Unexpectedly, she got pregnant, and even more unexpectedly, Zi Yan chose to retire at the peak of her career, hiding in North America and giving birth to the little princess.

The little princess was almost four years old and was asking for her father. Zi Yan planned to return to the entertainment industry, so she came back to China.

She brought the little princess directly to this dilapidated apartment, giving her only seven days to be with Zhang Han, perhaps to make the little girl give up on her destitute father.

When Zhang Han and Zi Yan met, her coldness triggered Zhang Han's pride, and they had a big argument. In the end, Zi Yan left in anger, and Zhang Han was quite dismissive, thinking that celebrities were just actors, pretending to be aloof. Of course, this was Zhang Han's view before his rebirth.

With the little girl's integration into his life, today was the third day.

Confirming that the little girl was his biological daughter, Zhang Han's face changed dramatically, as if struck by lightning. He stared at the little princess, feeling a mix of sorrow and anger.

"Not a boy?"

"God, are you playing a joke on me? How can I pass on the Dao of Cold Sun Immortal without a boy?"

Zhang Han's emotions flared up. He picked up a cigarette from the coffee table, lit it, and took a deep puff.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The little princess started coughing from the smoke.

Zhang Han's hand paused. Although he wanted a boy to inherit his Dao, the little girl was still his daughter. He sighed, extinguished the cigarette, and got up to make her a cup of milk.

"Thank you, Daddy," the little princess said weakly.

Seeing her timid appearance, Zhang Han sighed again. If it were a boy, he would probably say, "Dad, I'm hungry, don't just stand there, get me some milk."

But his daughter was so delicate and timid.

However, this emotion quickly dissipated. Soon, Zhang Han watched the little girl drink her milk gracefully, and his eyes softened.

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

"Daddy, hug me."

Zhang Han picked her up, and the little girl smiled shyly, saying happily:

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

The little girl didn't mind her messy father and kissed his cheek.

For a moment, Zhang Han's heart melted.

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

This blood bond quickly filled the emptiness in Zhang Han's heart that had lasted for five hundred years.

"I, Zhang Han, have a child! A daughter is fine; they say daughters are like warm little cotton coats."

Zhang Han laughed heartily.

The little princess, though not understanding why her father was laughing, joined in with a giggle.

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

"Daughter, did your mother give you a name?" Zhang Han asked gently, not realizing that his usually rugged voice could sound so gentle.

"Yes, yes," the little princess raised her small hand and pointed to herself, saying in a soft voice: "I... I'm called Emily."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Han's smile vanished, and his face darkened, his eyes twitching with displeasure.

"Emily?" Zhang Han said angrily: "That woman is really over the top!"

His daughter, the daughter of the great Zhang Han, didn't even have the Zhang surname and had an English name. What did that mean?

"Daddy..." Seeing Zhang Han's expression, the little princess thought he was angry and her eyes quickly filled with tears.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, Dad didn't say you did anything wrong," Zhang Han hurriedly 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 common. How about we change it?"

"Okay, okay," the little princess, seeing that her father wasn't angry and was going to give her a new name, immediately became happy again.

"What should we call you..." Zhang Han pondered for a moment, and in less than two seconds, he looked at the little princess in his arms and said, "From now on, you'll be called Zhang Yumeng, and your nickname will be Mengmeng. How does that sound? Is it nice?"

Zhang Han looked at the little princess expectantly.

But the little princess hesitated:

"But I still like Emily. It's the name Mom gave me."

Zhang Han's expression stiffened, and he said sternly, "No!"

But as soon as he said two words, the little princess, seeing Zhang Han's stern face, looked aggrieved again, and tears were about to fall.

Zhang Han's tone changed, and he said gently, "Little darling..."

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