Chapter 149: Insolence of the Unworthy

"What's wrong?" Seeing Chen Feng hang up his phone, Lu Rui looked at him with some curiosity.

"Fang Yue just called me and said that Xiaoran is going to drag race against someone," Chen Feng said with a smile. "Uncle Lu, would you like to go and take a look?"

Lu Rui shook his head slightly. "That doesn't matter. Xiaoran doesn't have many hobbies, but he loves racing and street racing. I have confidence in his racing skills!"

"Then I'll head over later just to keep an eye on things." Chen Feng smiled at Lu Rui. "Uncle Lu, today is the final day. After today, your meridians will be unblocked, and I presume your cultivation will fully recover in no time!"

Lu Rui merely nodded and sat cross-legged in meditation. Chen Feng placed his palm against the center of Lu Rui's back. To stimulate the Nine-Chakra Profound Fire Pill, there were two methods. One was to stimulate it with Yin energy; upon receiving the Yin energy stimulus, the Nine-Chakra Profound Fire within the pill would erupt instinctively. However, this method was extremely rare, requiring an innate Yin constitution, and a relatively high-grade one at that, to be effective. The second method was to guide it with Yang qi. First, the power of the Yang qi had to reach a certain threshold.

Chen Feng himself possessed the Nine-Yang Constitution, and his internal energy was exceptionally robust with Yang attributes. Guiding the effects of the Nine-Chakra Profound Fire Pill was practically effortless for him.

Skillfully drawing out the profound fire from the pill, Chen Feng stepped back a few paces. Lu Rui closed his eyes in meditation, awaiting the explosive effects of the Nine-Chakra Profound Fire Pill. After casting a few glances at Lu Rui, Chen Feng turned and left directly. He wasn't worried about anything happening to Lu Rui. This was Lu Rui's stronghold after all; if he were to kick the bucket here, then Lu Rui wouldn't have survived until now.

Casually boarding an Audi, Chen Feng instructed the driver on the destination.

An Qiye was thrilled. Driving the latest model Koenigsegg of the year, he watched the scenery fly backward outside, feeling entirely frenzied. Imagining how he would ruthlessly trample Lu然 soon afterward, he experienced a bizarre surge of excitement and satisfaction. If he could crush Lu Ran under his feet, then dealing with that fellow Chen Feng would simply be taking candy from a baby.

Right at that moment, An Qiye's phone suddenly rang. He picked it up casually and answered, "Hello!"

"Where are you?" An Ran's voice came through the phone.

"I'm heading to Panlong Mountain to drag race against someone!" An Qiye blurted out quickly. "An Ran, are you out of seclusion? How is your cultivation progressing?"

"Drag racing?" An Ran frowned slightly, asking in surprise, "Racing against whom?"

"Lu Ran. That brat made a bet with me; if he loses, he has to stand in place and take ten slaps to the face, An Ran!" An Qiye spoke rapidly. "Alright, I won't talk about this with you anymore, the race is about to start. This time, I'm going to ruthlessly trample that punk Lu Ran beneath my feet!"

On the other end of the line, An Ran knitted her delicate brows. After a brief pause, she continued, "Fine. Notify either Ye Wenze or Ye Wenbin about this. Tell them you're drag racing at Panlong Mountain, and make one of them go over there."

An Qiye frowned slightly, perplexed. "Why?"

"Idol, as long as one of them goes, even if you lose, you won't have to take those slaps," An Ran scolded, adding silently in her heart: *These two brothers are obviously trying to curry favor with me right now, hoping to make me willingly help them break through to the Xiantian realm. Hmph, but this is a good opportunity to expand the influence of the An family. With the backing of the Ye family, even if we offend the Lu family, they won't dare to do anything drastic to us!*

"Alright, I understand!" Despite being the older brother, An Qiye held deep fear toward his younger sister. After hanging up, he dialed another number—this time for Ye Wenze. His tone immediately turned humble. "Young Master Ye, I am An Qiye. The thing is, I'm having a drag racing competition here!"

"Alright, I got it. I'll be over in a moment," Ye Wenze said before hanging up. He glanced back at his older brother, Ye Wenbin, and sneered, "This An Qiye really has no idea how high the sky is or how thick the earth is anymore."

Ye Wenbin merely smiled faintly and said, "It doesn't matter! Go ahead. Although the Lu family is not easily offended, Lu Rui is merely an abandoned chess piece of the Lu family. Stepping on him is fine, as long as we don't go too overboard, the Lu family won't do anything to us. Besides, we also need to foster the An family, at least for the foreseeable future!"

"Understood!" Ye Wenze stood up tall and strode straight out the door.

Panlong Mountain

Located thirty kilometers northwest of Jiangzhou, this had once been a barren mountain. Several years ago, because of its picturesque scenery, a wealthy merchant from Jiangzhou developed it into a tourist attraction. However, visitors were sparse, and there were no prominent hotels or restaurants here. Yet, the roads had been constructed to expressway standards, and over time, it naturally became a favorite haunt for street racers.

Of course, very few people knew that behind that wealthy merchant was a major boss whose name was Lu Rui.

In other words, to accommodate his son's hobby, Lu Rui had simply brute-forced a dedicated street racing track into existence.

One had to admit that the nouveau riche and wealthy were truly this willful.

Naturally, the venue was managed locally. While it appeared to be run by the Jiangzhou local underground world, the true boss behind the scenes remained Lu Rui. The racing community had hosted numerous competitions here, turning a tidy profit. Lu Ran had also participated under different identities a few times, achieving quite impressive results.

Not many people knew the full picture. The vast majority merely thought Lu Ran enjoyed racing, completely unaware of just how formidable his racing prowess truly was.

When An Qiye arrived in his Koenigsegg, Panlong Mountain was already crowded with racing enthusiasts. The local venue managers naturally knew that the big boss's son was coming to race, and they did not dare to show even the slightest bit of negligence.

"A Koenigsegg? This An Qiye is certainly extravagant. It seems that since latching onto the Ye family's coattails, this punk has grown increasingly arrogant!"

"Hehe, I just wonder who will win and who will lose between him and Lu Ran."

"I reckon An Qiye will definitely win. How old is Lu Ran? Fifteen, right? He doesn't even have a driver's license; how could he possibly beat Lu Ran?"

Amidst the murmurs and discussions of the crowd, a sports car drove up. Shortly after, Lu Ran stepped out of the vehicle with a nonchalant expression. An Qiye immediately marched over, glanced first at the car emblem, and then wore a cold sneer. "Lu Ran, why didn't you drive your Aston Martin? Why show up in a beat-up Nissan? That hardly matches your status, does it?"

Lu Ran was dumbfounded. He looked at An Qiye as if gazing at a complete idiot, almost wondering if racing against such a moron was an insult to his own talent. After a long moment, he drawled lazily, "To deal with you, a beat-up Nissan is more than enough."

The surrounding onlookers cast sidelong glances at An Qiye and shook their heads simultaneously, deep mockery evident in their eyes.

A beat-up Nissan?

"Xiaoran, be careful!"

Fang Yue stepped out of a car, deep worry written across her eyes. Whether due to some maternal instinct innate to women or not, Fang Yue completely forgot that she was actually only a couple of years older than Lu Ran himself.

"Don't worry!" Lu Ran sneered disdainfully. "Someone who doesn't even know what a God of War is—why would I be afraid of him?"

"God of War?" Fang Yue looked at Lu Ran in utter confusion. Knowing nothing about cars, there were simply certain things she couldn't parse. Yet, seeing Lu Ran's confident demeanor, her heart settled down somewhat.

Screech!

At that moment, another luxury car came to a halt nearby. Fang Yue frowned slightly, suddenly recognizing the person stepping out of it. Wasn't this the fellow who had clashed with Chen Feng at the airport, Ye Wenze?

Why was he here?

"Young Master Ye, you've arrived!" Seeing him, An Qiye immediately hurried over, puffing out his chest and walking with his head held high like a proud peacock.

"Mm," Ye Wenze acknowledged with a slight nod before saying, "Since you're drag racing, of course I had to come show some support. Keep it up!"

"Rest assured, Young Master Ye, how could a half-grown kid ever be a match for me? Back when I was learning to race, my instructor even told me I had natural talent!" An Qiye spoke with absolute confidence. Some people were simply like that—always eager to accept whatever information favored them. How could he possibly tell whether those words had been mere flattery?

Ye Wenze raised his gaze to look at Lu Ran, then shifted his eyes to Fang Yue. He paused briefly, frowning as he tried to figure out where he had seen her before. Failing to recall, he shook his head, dismissing the thought while his mind drifted to other matters. *This little chick actually looks quite decent. I wonder how her skills in bed are?*

Having been infused with human serum, Fang Yue appeared even more striking than before. The minor blemishes on her face had completely vanished, her skin had grown fairer and more tender, and she had gained height. Although she still retained a youthful greenness, she was undeniably much more alluring.

"Lu Ran!" An Qiye snapped, staring aggressively at Lu Ran and raising his voice. "Let me tell you, don't get smug just because you're driving a beat-up Nissan. I'll make you regret your choice!"

A beat-up Nissan?

Ye Wenze nearly popped his eyeballs out of their sockets. At that exact moment, he genuinely wished a crack would open in the ground so he could crawl into it.

The brand was indeed Nissan, but the car was a top-tier sports car—the GT-R, famously hailed as the God of War.