Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

It had been such a long time since he last did "that," and he was really feeling the constriction.

Ye Ling glanced at Liu Qiao'er, who was sitting on the sofa, and shook his head inwardly; this girl was just too innocent.

After having her fill of food and drink, Liu Qiao'er stopped thinking about her father's issues and was now, with wide eyes, fixated on the 72-inch LCD TV in the living room, absolutely mesmerized by the show playing on it.

On the TV was the very famous television series—Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf!

Yes, even cartoons count as television series.

Ye Ling just resigned himself to his fate.

Out of boredom, Ye Ling sat in front of the computer and opened up Baidu, starting to familiarize himself with some things about Earth.

Although he merged with the memories of the former Ye Ling, a person's memory is ultimately limited, and the internet proved to be invaluable.

With Ye Ling's photographic memory and the addition of the mighty brain of the previous life's Nine Tribulation Immortal Emperor, let alone the information in a single Baidu, even ten or a hundredfold would be an easy feat for Ye Ling to contain.

Foreign languages, strange happenings, historical celebrities...

Ye Ling's memory might be strong, but the stuff in Baidu was truly too plentiful.

He estimated that it would take at least a year and a half to go through it all.

However, if the current Ye Ling were to take a college entrance exam, what Cambridge and Harvard offer would truly be insignificant.

For the academic knowledge, Ye Ling was not particularly concerned, but when it came to martial arts like Taekwondo and Sanda, he was very interested.

Not for fighting, of course, but if a fight did break out, those moves were just too fabulous!

Poseur's special moves!

...

Without realizing it, the time had reached 9 o'clock.

Liu Qiao'er yawned and said, "I'm going to sleep."

"Go ahead," Ye Ling replied.

Of course, they weren't staying in the same room, but the sheets and bedding were all left over by Aunt Fang, and Ye Ling was considering buying some new ones when he had the time.

Today, he sold 10 pieces of the Cold Pill and 3 pieces of the Menstrual Pill, earning a total of 19,000 yuan.

As for the cost, though Ye Ling did not spend on herbs, even if it were about spending money, those herbs only cost around 5,000 yuan.

In Ye Ling's possession, there were still a full 13 pieces of the Cold Pill, and 15 pieces of the Menstrual Pill left.

Once all were sold out, it would mean that he spent 5,000 yuan and earned 77,000 yuan!

The net profit would also be 72,000 yuan.

This was only from the Cold Pill and Menstrual Pill, small-time stuff. Once Ye Ling's realm progressed, and he found some better herbs, crafting various Cancer Pills, Leukemia Pills, and the like, one pill would fetch tens of thousands, even the cheapest ones!

This money was truly easy to come by!

"Right," Ye Ling said.

Liu Qiao'er said, "The day after tomorrow is Sunday, we have a day off. If you're free, could you come with me to see my dad? He has been suffering, and I can't wait any longer."

Ye Ling replied with a smile, "Of course, I'm free. Would I dare not listen to my wife's request? Moreover, now that we're living together, I should definitely go see my father-in-law and mother-in-law!"

"Pah, pah, pah, who's living together with you? Shameless," Liu Qiao'er retorted, feeling joyful inside. She pulled a face at Ye Ling and then ran up to the second floor.

Ye Ling wasn't sleepy either, so he resumed browsing Baidu.

Around 11 o'clock, a small advertisement suddenly popped up on the computer screen.

Obviously, these kinds of ads are usually for selling sex drugs, or for doorstep services, or even... those images accompanied by the sounds of moans and groans.

Seeing these ads was a common occurrence, but after spotting this one, Ye Ling couldn't help himself anymore.

In his past life, he had been in continuous seclusion, breaking through the levels for a full hundred years.

Reborn on Earth, he saw so many beautiful women again, but he could only look, not touch…

Ye Ling suddenly thought of those brothel courtesans, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. He immediately closed his computer, quietly shut the villa's door, and walked towards the Imperial Dynasty Disco.

When it comes to women of pleasure, there are still more in KTVs and those hotels.

But Ye Ling was not really interested in women of pleasure. He was going to the Imperial Dynasty Disco to find a one-night stand.

The Imperial Dynasty Disco was about thirty miles from the villa. Ye Ling hailed a taxi and headed straight for the Imperial Dynasty Disco.

About 20 minutes later, Ye Ling stood at the entrance of the Imperial Dynasty Disco.

Even before entering, he could hear the deafening sounds coming from inside.

Although it was only around 11:30 p.m., the entrance of the disco was bustling with traffic, and from time to time, one could see beautiful women and handsome men entering and leaving.

Mostly, they were young girls who had had too much to drink, walking out with the support of one or even several men.

It was now the summer, and these girls had their long hair down, wore ultra-short skirts, and their snow-white thighs were clad in black stockings, exuding an almost overwhelming temptation.

Ye Ling entered the disco directly.

He immediately spotted the huge dance floor in the center, where countless figures were wildly gyrating their bodies, and under the illumination of the colorful LED lights, along with the music that could stir one's soul, almost anyone would want to sway along.

The consumption at the Imperial Dynasty Disco was high. The men who came here were either gangsters, rich second-generation, or had some achievements in their careers.

As for the women, most of them worked at the Global Financial Center.

The debauched nightlife seemed to vent the pressures they bore during the day.

Ye Ling casually found a sofa to sit down on, his gaze falling on the young girls in the center of the dance floor, as he started to look around.

"Sir, what would you like to drink?" A young man with dyed blond hair came over.

This kind of person, though seemingly a waiter, was actually a security guard in the disco.

To put it bluntly, he was an enforcer.

How could you run a disco here without some underworld backing?

"A beer," Ye Ling said.

The blond couldn't help but curl his lip, his face undisguisedly filled with contempt.

"Sorry, sir, we don't have beer here," Blondie said.

"Then, what are they drinking?" Ye Ling pointed at a table of guests nearby.

"Didn't you see what's in front of them?"

Blondie said sarcastically, "Macallan, Royal Salute, Glenfiddich, and so on. Just order any one of those. The beer here is complimentary, free to drink."

Ye Ling suddenly understood, they were looking down on him!

But since he was here to have fun today, Ye Ling didn't want to cause any trouble, and said at once, "Then I'll take a Macallan."

"Very well, sir, that would be 3000. Please pay upfront."

Blondie said and thought to himself, did he misjudge this guy? Can he really afford it?

"That expensive?"

Indeed, Ye Ling's words immediately reassured Blondie.

In reality, a bottle of Macallan aged 18 years or above costs only around 3000.

But in a place like a disco, everyone was well aware that if you come, you could afford the expense.

"So, are you drinking or not?" Blondie sneered.

"Not drinking."

Ye Ling shook his head. After all, he had paid the entrance fee and they couldn't just kick him out, could they?

"If you're not drinking, please don't sit here. This place is reserved for VIP customers," Blondie said.