After Hu Yuanyuan and Li Quan left, Li Feng, having absorbed the unfamiliar memories, couldn’t help but feel a mix of frustration, disdain, and reluctant admiration. His emotions were complex.
He had never imagined he would be reborn into such a deplorable person.
Li Feng shook his head and sighed. As a former soldier king reborn into this wastrel, mockery from others was inevitable. But so what? Successfully transmigrating and living again was already the greatest gift from the heavens.
“Car racing accident? Falling off a cliff?” Li Feng frowned, thinking to himself, “This is full of suspicious points. It seems someone wanted Li Feng dead. No, they wanted me dead.”
The original Li Feng was already dead. He was now Li Feng. Since someone wanted him dead, he wouldn’t let those people off.
As Li Feng, he couldn’t exactly tell others he was a transmigrator.
To survive, he had to find those who wanted him dead. He disliked the feeling of enemies lurking in the shadows.
“In Li Feng’s memories, Hu Yuanyuan, my wife, may despise me, but she harbors no killing intent. However, that cousin of mine who follows me around… when I saw him earlier, there was a cold glint in his eyes. That’s suspicious. It seems I need to start investigating from him.” A sharp glint flashed in Li Feng’s eyes.
After fully integrating the memories, Li Feng began planning his new life thoroughly.
Of course, the most important thing was to improve his strength.
In his previous life, he was the top expert of the Special Forces. However, martial arts weren’t just about merging soul memories. Even the most exquisite martial techniques required internal energy, which Li Feng had to cultivate himself.
The *Nine Heavens Heart Sutra* was the martial art from his previous life, the foundation of his status as the top Special Forces expert. This sutra was a technique that could absorb soul energy and convert it into internal energy.
This was why, in his past life, he joined the Special Forces. To cultivate the *Nine Heavens Heart Sutra* and enhance his strength, he needed combat, soul energy, and endless killing.
Though he had other techniques in his mind, he still felt the *Nine Heavens Heart Sutra* was the best choice.
Closing his eyes again, Li Feng began circulating the sutra’s method. But, like before, he couldn’t gather true energy.
However, the hospital was too noisy and crowded, unsuitable for cultivation. At Li Feng’s insistence, he was discharged. On the day of discharge, only Li Quan came; Hu Yuanyuan did not.
“Young Master Feng, Sister-in-law had business at her company, so she couldn’t come,” Li Quan said, naturally not admitting that Hu Yuanyuan simply didn’t want to.
Li Feng smiled indifferently. Though Hu Yuanyuan was his wife, she held deep prejudices against him. Her visiting him once already was giving him face.
“Let’s go!”
…
Yunhe Garden was a place even money couldn’t guarantee entry to. As the saying went, those who passed through its gates influenced the entire city.
This showed just how high Yunhe Garden’s threshold was.
Soon, Li Feng arrived in Li Quan’s car at a villa in Yunhe Garden, its value beyond measure.
“Young Master,” the villa’s servants greeted Li Feng reluctantly as he stepped out.
Li Feng nodded faintly, ignoring them, and entered the main hall. The moment he did, he clearly heard their mocking whispers.
Li Feng sighed inwardly. Even the servants didn’t take him seriously. He truly was a failed young master.
“Young Master Feng, Young Master Liu just called, asking when you’d like to meet up,” Li Quan said respectfully, trailing beside him.
Young Master Liu was Liu Shichao, the eldest son of the Liu family. A month ago, at Liu Shichao’s invitation, during a car race, Li Feng’s car suddenly lost its brakes and plunged down a hillside.
A sharp glint flashed in Li Feng’s eyes.
The original Li Feng was timid and cowardly. Why would he race cars? That in itself was a major red flag. Now, fresh out of the hospital, Liu Shichao was inviting him again. Clearly, this was a trap, one aimed at him.
What role did Li Quan play in this? Thinking back to the cold glint in Li Quan’s eyes when he woke, Li Feng was certain Li Quan wasn’t innocent.
Liu Shichao invited him. Should he go or not?
Not going? He couldn’t confirm his suspicions. Going? Walking into an obvious trap?
Hmph, dealing with these spoiled rich kids was child’s play for him. Why not go? It would not only confirm if Li Quan and Liu Shichao were involved but also help him better integrate into this new identity.
After some analysis, Li Feng was certain this was a targeted trap. But he wasn’t afraid. With his knowledge and experience, handling a few rich brats was too easy.
With that thought, Li Feng paused, turned to Li Quan, and asked, “Li Quan, you’re the smart one. What’s your take? Should I go or not?”
A test. Li Feng was testing Li Quan.
Of course, Li Quan, at this moment, would never suspect his “useless” cousin was probing him.
“Young Master Feng, why not go? Last time, Liu Shichao and his group invited you to race, causing your accident. This time, you should make them pay!” Li Quan said, waving his fist.
“You’re right. We should make them pay!”
A cold glint flashed deep in Li Feng’s eyes. He was now certain Liu Shichao’s invitation was tied to Li Quan.
“Li Quan, where should we meet them?” Li Feng asked.
“Emperor’s Pavilion. It’s the best place in Tianhai City,” Li Quan replied without hesitation.
“Good. Tell Liu Shichao we’ll meet at Emperor’s Pavilion in a few days for a proper gathering,” Li Feng nodded, the cold glint in his eyes intensifying, further confirming his suspicions.
This was another test of Li Quan.
If Li Quan was involved, he’d have already arranged the meeting place.
Sure enough…
Li Quan had already decided on the location.
