Chapter 113: The God of Speed of Jinghai

Inside a quiet office at the hospital, Zhang Xiaofan sat down and went straight to the point. "Miss Ye, I'll be direct. I want to know about the Yin-Yang Fish stone."

Ye Nan was clearly taken aback; she hadn't expected Zhang Xiaofan to ask about the artifact that had recently become the talk of the town. Since Zhang had saved her father, she saw no reason to hide anything. "Someone originally intended to sell us half of that Yin-Yang Fish stone. Since it was only half, our offer wasn't very high. The seller eventually agreed, but on the way to our shop, he was robbed. The very next day, the rumors about the stone began to spread..."

Ye Nan organized her thoughts and spoke with clarity. After listening, Zhang Xiaofan’s eyes narrowed. It was obvious that the person who stole the stone had orchestrated the rumors on purpose. The goal was simple: to lure the holder of the other half to the capital. Once both pieces were reunited, they could seek out the Kunlun Mountain ruins. It was a simple strategy, yet brilliant—certainly more clever than anything he had conceived. This information was invaluable; at the very least, he would need to be cautious once he arrived in the capital.

"Thank you, Miss Ye," Zhang Xiaofan said as he stood up. He knew this was all she knew. "I should be going."

"Don't mention it. Considering you saved my father, this is nothing," Ye Nan replied politely as she also rose. "You must call me when you reach the capital."

"I certainly will," Zhang Xiaofan smiled. "I’ll take my leave now. As you can see, I’m injured and need to go home and rest for a few days."

"Of course. I won't see you out; I need to check on my father," Ye Nan said.

Zhang Xiaofan left with Chen Yuanyuan. He didn't bother greeting Gu Yun; they were merely casual acquaintances, and there was no need. They got into the Hummer, and with Chen Yuanyuan driving, they quickly returned to her home. Zhang had brought the blood-red long blade with him; even if it wasn't a true treasure-grade weapon, it was nearly on that level.

Once inside, Chen Yuanyuan tenderly helped him wash and change. She was thoughtful, having purchased several sets of men’s clothing that fit him perfectly. A wave of warmth washed over Zhang. He desperately wanted to be intimate with her, but his injuries wouldn't allow it.

"Yuanyuan, I need to heal for a few days. Don't worry about me; I'll be fine even if I don't eat for a while," he said, sitting cross-legged on the spacious sofa.

"Xiaofan, are you a legendary immortal?" she asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

"An immortal?" He chuckled. "Have you ever seen an immortal end up like this from being slashed with a blade?"

"Well, you’re definitely incredibly powerful, just like the martial arts masters in the movies who heal themselves with internal energy," she noted.

"True, you can think of me as a martial arts master," he grinned. "How’s that? Happy to be my woman?"

"Pfft, conceited," she rolled her eyes. "Just hurry up and heal."

"Deal. Once I'm better, we'll go a hundred rounds!" he teased.

Blushing, Chen Yuanyuan fled to the bedroom without a word. Zhang Xiaofan smiled, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his cultivation technique. The process of cultivation was also the process of healing; his spiritual energy would autonomously mend the wounds.

Time flew by during his meditation. Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. Chen Yuanyuan had taken leave from work to stay with him, sleeping in the bedroom at night. On the evening of the seventh day, Zhang slowly opened his eyes with a satisfied smile. His injuries had completely healed, and his strength was now infinitely close to the late stage of the Opening Spirit Realm. He unwrapped the bandages to find that the skin had perfectly recovered, leaving not a single scar—an unexpected surprise.

"Xiaofan!" Chen Yuanyuan, who had been lying on the bed checking her phone, noticed him waking up and rushed to his side.

Zhang Xiaofan grinned, pulled her onto his lap, and let his hands roam. She was wearing a pink pajama set that left little to the imagination. With his vitality fully restored, his desire was immediate.

"Are you fully healed?" she asked, concerned.

"Better than ever... come here, baby," he said with a wicked smile.

"Whatever you want tonight... any position..." she purred, her eyes filled with seduction.

He could no longer resist. He swept her up and pressed her onto the sofa. The passionate encounter lasted for two full hours. As she snuggled into his arms, feeling blissful, her phone suddenly rang. It was Song Wenwen. Puzzled as to why she would call so late, she answered. A deafening roar of engines came through the line as Song shouted, "Yuanyuan, Zhang Xiaofan is there, right? Put him on the phone!"

"He's not here... why would he be here?" Chen Yuanyuan instinctively tried to deflect.

"Stop pretending! I saw you two that day. Tell him Lin Siyu is here and about to race someone—get him to come over now!" Song was practically screaming over the noise.

Zhang Xiaofan heard everything. He snatched the phone and said, "Where? I'm coming right now." He didn't bother wondering how Song knew about his relationship with Lin Siyu; if she knew about Chen, it wouldn't have been hard for her to dig up the rest.

"Still at Canglong Mountain, hurry up..." The signal cut out amidst the static.

"Stay home, I'm heading out," Zhang told Chen.

"Okay." She nodded obediently. She had guessed that the Lin Siyu mentioned was another one of his women, but she chose to keep it to herself.

Zhang dressed quickly, grabbed his phone and keys, and headed out. Back in the Hummer, he plugged his phone in to charge and saw over a hundred missed calls from Lin Siyu. He realized he had been off the grid for seven days; had she gone racing because she couldn't find him?

He shifted into gear and floored the accelerator toward Canglong Mountain.

By the time he arrived, nearly a hundred cars were parked at the base of the mountain. It was far busier than the usual racing nights. What Zhang didn't know was that this was all because of him—the man who had recently defeated the "Racing God" Mu Han in a Porsche Cayenne. He was now known as the "Racing God of Jinghai." Thanks to the word of mouth from people like Xu Changqing and Jiang Haichuan, his name had spread through the racing circle like wildfire.

Groups of young people were gathered by the roadside, buzzing with excitement. Song Wenwen was there, along with Mu Han, Xu Changqing, and Jiang Haichuan. Jiang and Xu were treating Song with extreme deference, knowing she was close to Zhang Xiaofan.

Just then, two cars came down the mountain. The first was a Lamborghini, and as the window rolled down, Lin Siyu was visible at the wheel. Seeing the car finally stop, Song Wenwen ran toward her.