Thinking of how wildly passionate she had been with her husband in the hot spring bath, of how they had together soared to the peak of joy, feeling utterly enchanted and almost celestial, Ying'er's heart raced. Her face flushed warmly. At this moment, she longed for her husband to comfort her, yet at the same time, she hesitated—she couldn't quite explain it—her mind kept vividly replaying images of them doing that special thing together. Ying'er felt a complex mix of emotions. As for Gao Liang? After drifting into bed, he hadn't been as enthusiastic as he had been in the hot spring bath. Instead, he had settled down calmly and fallen asleep peacefully. This puzzled Ying'er—why wasn't her husband showing any interest in her? How could he be ignoring her? All night long, Ying'er remained awake. When dawn broke, her eyes felt heavy and strained. She looked up—wow! Her husband had already left! She felt deeply disappointed—had her husband finally lost interest in her? He hadn't even touched her all night! Was he thinking of other beautiful women? Was it Zhang Yупing? Dong Jiao? Chen Yuting? She simply couldn't tell. At this moment, Shen Hanfu called out to her room: "Ying'er! I've already prepared your breakfast!" "Thank you, Aunt!" Ying'er replied politely, then asked, "Aunt, where is Gao Liang?" "He didn't tell you, did he? He said he's going to the U.S. for a while! Oh my! It's already nine o'clock now—he's already on the plane to Los Angeles!" Ying'er collapsed onto the bed. Really, her husband cared about Zhang Yuping, not her! In one year, the old lord has traveled all over the world, gathering all kinds of rare treasures. My strategic goal is to collect wealth from every corner of the world and to assemble beauty from every realm. Ying'er, this beautiful lady from the immortal realm, has become my wife. Now, my next target is Zhang Yuping—I intend to make her my wife too. I want many wives and abundant wealth. A vast harem must be established swiftly. With a clear vision in mind, Gao Liang stands firm, unyielding even under immense pressure. Haha! It's truly exhilarating here on Earth! The United States is prosperous, and it's where the old lord has built his fortune, expanding his business ever further. As the wealthiest man in America, surpassing Bill Gates, Gao Liang's ambition after becoming a god is to collect all the world's wealth and beauty. Yet, despite his lofty aspirations, upon stepping off the plane, he finds himself utterly alone—homeless and without any relatives. The money and his phone had completely slipped his mind. Due to his sheer urgency and deep focus on his wife, Zhang Yuping, he had forgotten everything and boarded a flight from Hanzhai City in China straight to Los Angeles. From Los Angeles to San Francisco, he couldn’t even hail a taxi in U.S. dollars—goodness, for the first time, Gao Liang experienced the predicament of a hero rendered helpless without funds. He wanted to make a phone call to his brothers back home, but he ultimately decided against it. The moment he stepped off the plane, he had told himself: "Coming to the U.S. alone—there’s no need to regret. Rely solely on my own abilities to forge a new path in life. Past achievements matter only as memories. Now, everything begins anew. I believe! I can! I will!" Gao Liang is a man of unwavering determination. Once he sets a goal, he persists without hesitation or retreat. Without depending on anyone, my hands are the sky. Huangliang is tenacious. To reach San Francisco, he simply runs long distances—no cost, no compromise, and he strengthens his body in the process. What a wonderful choice! Huangliang runs steadily along the straight, wide highway, while taxis behind honk their horns, urging him to get in. Yet Huangliang only smiles politely and keeps on running. Thanks to his special physical training at the Shaolin Temple, his pace grows faster and faster—eventually even outpacing the regular taxis, earning many nods of admiration from American taxi drivers. At this moment, Huangliang notices that a growing number of people are also running along the highway. What on earth? So lively! Huangliang looks up—wow! It was actually a marathon race. With the spirit-sensing eyes, the black runner leading the pack was moving at an incredible pace—like an arrow shot from the bow. That made sense, given the black athletes' natural physical advantages. Next came a tall white man, and then, gradually, the Asian athletes, especially the Chinese-American participants, who were positioned quite far back. At this moment, a reporter from KPIX Television was on a mobile camera unit, live covering the grand event. "Good evening, everyone! I'm a reporter from KPIX Television, live on the highway from Los Angeles to San Francisco, reporting on the 12th Annual Marathon—this is a nationwide mobilization! Participants come from all ethnic backgrounds, age groups, and nationalities, as long as they're passionate about sports! Look at this—first place is still the black athlete, Drogba, second place is Jack Will, great! As for the last place, well, let's just say it's not the most exciting." A beautiful American woman host with golden hair and blue eyes delivers a vibrant and captivating speech, stepping forward with brisk energy. Though High-light is indeed a master of extraordinary abilities, he chooses not to deploy any of them in competition with these ordinary people. Instead, he relies solely on his innate strength—his natural power. As soon as High-light thinks of this, he quickens his pace and rushes ahead. Overcoming, overcoming—when High-light first instantaneously transported himself to the Shaolin Temple to compete in a mountain-climbing exercise with his senior brother Gong Hong, he developed a strong, dynamic physical condition, full of explosive power. Note that our protagonist is using his innate strength, even while his abilities are deactivated. "Good evening, dear viewers! The thrilling marathon has begun! Look! An Eastern young man is catching up from behind! His speed is increasing! Wow—he's passed the tenth place! Now ninth! He's now in the top eight! Excellent!" The elegant female commentator delivers the live updates in fluent American English. Audiences in San Francisco, Chinese expatriates in the United States, people from various nations and ethnic groups, all clapped and cheered. "Wonderful! A young man from the East!" "So handsome! His face is bright and cheerful, radiating confidence!" ... American girls watching on the television were particularly intrigued by this young man who had come up from behind. However, when Gao Liang surged from eighth place to third, the first-place Black player, Drogba, and the second-place player, Jack Willy, both quickened their pace and rushed forward.