Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

"Come on, come here."

Ye Ling suddenly flashed a smile and waved the waiter over.

The waiter thought Ye Ling was scared, smirking to himself that he didn't realize whose territory this was.

As he walked toward Ye Ling, he sneered, "What? Getting scared, huh?"

"Scared of your damn ass!"

Ye Ling slapped him hard across the face. With a loud smack, the waiter's nose immediately gushed blood, and he fell face-down on the ground.

"You fucking dare to hit me?!"

The waiter felt dizzy, his left cheek burning and swelling up immediately.

"So I hit you, what about it? What are you going to do?"

Ye Ling stepped forward and, without a word, delivered several more slaps, bewildering the waiter completely.

He really hadn't expected this guy, dressed in all rags, to be so fierce.

"Holy fucking shit!"

The waiter stood up and threw a punch at Ye Ling.

But it was futile. The guy was just an ordinary human, whose punching skills and speed were laughably weak in Ye Ling's eyes.

"Bang!"

Ye Ling's size 44 shoe sole stamped right onto the guy's face, leaving a footprint like a tattoo on the waiter's cheek.

With that kick, the waiter lost two of his front teeth.

Now, he looked nothing like the imposing figure he was just moments ago—with nose and mouth bleeding, resembling a woman on her period.

The thing Ye Ling hated most were those who looked down on others. In his previous life, when his cultivation had been low, he had also been looked down upon.

But back then, Ye Ling had no choice but to endure it.

But here...

Why the hell would he endure anything, when even a bit of cultivation was enough to dominate the world!

"Fine... you're something..."

The waiter, tough as nails even with his teeth kicked out, mumbled unclearly, "You have no idea who has got this place under his thumb, do you? Just you wait!"

After saying this, he took out his phone.

"Hey, is that Feng bro?"

"Yeah, it's Little Wang... I've been beaten up, someone is causing trouble in the shop. If you have time, could you come over and check?"

"Alright, alright, thanks Feng bro. A massage? Of course I'll go, I'll go tonight. Get a couple of hot chicks."

"Mhm, I'll wait for you in the shop."

After hanging up the phone, the servility on the waiter's face vanished instantly, and he said viciously, "If you have the guts, just wait here!"

"I wasn't planning on leaving anyway."

Ye Ling took a step forward, and the waiter immediately retreated several steps, showing fear on his face.

"Heh, trash trying to act tough."

Ye Ling muttered to himself and headed upstairs.

The waiter didn't dare say anything more, afraid that if Ye Ling slapped him a few more times, he might even lose his eyeballs.

"Just wait, you little weasel. When Feng bro and his gang get here, you're going to get it!"

The waiter watched Ye Ling's retreating back, grinding his teeth in frustrated thought.

Ye Ling didn't give a crap about that so-called Brother Feng. With his Houtian Early Stage cultivation, he could burst out and cover over ten meters in an instant, faster than the speed of a handgun.

It didn't matter if there were many people, as long as they didn't bring in a cannon, it would be fine.

Once he casually reached the second floor, Ye Ling muttered, "Such a big shop, and there's only this damn waiter?"

That was indeed the case, there were no other people here.

The shop was rather deserted today, with only Ye Ling and the waiter who had been beaten within an inch of his life.

After looking around on the second floor for a while, Ye Ling still shook his head.

"It's really a rip-off, they claim it's fifty years old, and even fucking boast about being a century-old brand? That's complete bullshit."

Ye Ling casually grabbed a Huang Ling, sniffed it, and murmured to himself, "But this quality is enough to make a cold medicine."

"It should be a Cold Pill..."

Thinking about the great prospects for making money in the future, Ye Ling got excited.

In his past life, when he first started cultivating, he was so scared of being poor that later, after becoming the Immortal Emperor, he hoarded wealth and was extremely stingy, becoming one of the most miserly Immortal Emperors.

Reborn here, the first thing he remembered was being dumped because of money, how could Ye Ling not be upset?

A man with money is a real man; a broke dude is a troubled one!

Ye Ling was confident he could use the same herbs to make a Cold Pill that was at least ten times stronger than those so-called 'cold medicines.'

Basically, you could say that taking one Cold Pill would have an immediate effect.

This wasn't bullshit, because Ye Ling's pill-making skills were truly fucking awesome!

A minor illness like a cold was too easy to handle, seriously a piece of cake!

"Who the fuck dares to cause trouble here? Don't they know this is my turf?"

Just then, a loud roar suddenly filled the air.

Following that was a series of chaotic footsteps.

With Ye Ling's keen awareness, he had already figured it out.

He immediately shook his head, saying, "Another idiot."

At the entrance of the first floor, Wang Hai was nearly beside himself with worry, praying to Buddha and bowing to every deity he knew, hoping that Qiao Feng would bring more people. It wouldn't just allow them to beat the crap out of the guy upstairs, but also boost his own morale.

To put it bluntly, he was showing off.

Wang Hai, the very waiter, was just wondering why Qiao Feng hadn't arrived, and in the next moment, Qiao Feng actually showed up.

"Brother Feng, you've got to stand up for me!"

Seeing Qiao Feng, Wang Hai felt like a mosquito who had sighted blood, a fly who had found shit, and he immediately rushed over.

Qiao Feng, burly and well-built, wore a white off-shoulder thin shirt. When he saw Wang Hai with a bloodied face rushing toward him, he quickly dodged to the side.

"I just changed my clothes today, get the hell away," Qiao Feng said, displeased.

Wang Hai paused, then began to fawn, "Brother Feng, that bastard upstairs dared to make trouble here, and I even dropped your big name, but that didn't help, no... as soon as I mentioned you... I ended up like this."

"You're just a fucking waste, but I want to see for myself what kind of person dares to cause trouble on my turf."

Qiao Feng looked at Wang Hai with disdain and shouted upstairs, "Is anybody there? Get the fuck down here. If you dare to make trouble on my turf, be prepared to get your ass kicked by me!"

Ye Ling was immediately shocked.

Is this the legendary underworld?

It must be a special kind of fucking stupidity!

In truth, Ye Ling had misunderstood, these guys were just some local hoodlums, ruling over an area of several miles.

Compared to the real underworld, they were heaven and earth apart.