Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

"Guardian God," these two words were too heavy, striking directly at the heads of Ye Wudao and the other two.

"Hehe, hehe, all I can use to express my feelings right now is hehe."

"That Ye Ling, come on, we're friends, even sworn brothers, so let's not joke around, okay? What's this all about?"

"Yeah, yeah, talk about something more realistic. Even if you said you were going to be the boss of some small country, we might believe you, but this, hehe, is just too damn inconceivable."

Stop joking around, big bro. Our hearts can't take such a blow, damn it, do you even know what a Guardian God is? It's an existence that ranks above tens of thousands of people!

Moreover, there are also those terrifying powerhouses in Shennongjia and the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves. Once Ye Ling becomes the Guardian God, then those people will have to follow Ye Ling's orders, or else it would be considered as treason.

And how old is Ye Ling? His reputation in the secular world has echoed throughout the entire world, but in those two places, Ye Ling's fame isn't even worth a small ripple.

"Who's fooling you guys? Believe it or not. When it's time for the ancestral worship ceremony, you'll naturally find out." Ye Ling leaned back in his chair with a hehe smile.

All three were stunned. Damn, could this reaction mean it's true?

Don't blame these three fellows for being overly surprised; the meaning of being a Guardian God is simply not the same. You see, he controls a group of terrible fellows in the Cultivation Realm.

"Let's go! Let's have a drink, celebrate a little, haha!" Shenfeng slapped his thigh and said excitedly.

Ye Ling nodded too, why not celebrate? After all, the matter was exciting enough for him. Having a few drinks didn't matter.

So, two wealthy young masters, one director, and one Guardian God, the four of them sat down at a bustling roadside stall, amidst a continuously flowing crowd.

The bare-chested boss wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiling at the diverse array of customers while the skewers kept rolling on the charcoal grill.

"Tsk tsk, this is the real comfort, eating here. That so-called club, charging so much for a tiny plate of food, is just extravagant and decadent. I, young master, prefer this place."

Ye Ling grabbed a sizzling lamb skewer and munched on it with excitement. Having been born into an ordinary family for over twenty years, he was naturally accustomed to this kind of life.

As for that daily indulgent, extravagant, and decadent lifestyle, forget it; young master here truly isn't used to it.

"Not bad, not bad. Gotta say, there's real flavor in this place!" Ye Wudao also smiled. He and Mo Xing hadn't come to places like this before.

This sudden visit indeed gave an unusual feeling—lively, down-to-earth, and most of all, unconstrained.

The group downed beers, ate cheap dishes, and when they got warm, they took off their shirts. Nobody here would stare or say you lacked manners. Many people around were loudly calling out with their shirts off.

"Awesome! This is what life is about! That other kind of life is what hypocrites fancy. Us, we're cut out for swigging beer and munching on meat."

"This is life, this is experiencing life, whereas the other kind of life is just suffering. There's a big difference between the two."

The guys all laughed heartily, while Mo Xing, on the other hand, was carefully cleaning his beer bottle and skewers, looking around cautiously.

"What are you doing, Mo Xing? Have you gone mad? Are you afraid someone will poison you?" Ye Ling laughed. What was this guy doing, so nervous, as if he were some kind of spy.

Mo Xing nodded frantically, his face gloomy: "Let me tell you, Ye Ling, I have a terrible knack for attracting trouble. I fear someone might have it out for me." Continue your journey with My Virtual Library Empire

Crack, everyone paused, then burst out laughing. It turned out this guy had developed a paranoid complex.

"Don't worry, Mo Xing, I can tell you that your bad luck has its benefits, and there is absolutely no danger to your life. Trust me," Ye Ling said mysteriously, as Mo Xing's eyes immediately brightened: "Does that mean I'm an immortal monster now?"

"Let me tell you a story, and then you can comment," Ye Ling said as he grabbed a beer bottle, took a swig, and wiped his mouth slowly.

"There was a guy in his twenties. He went to have his fortune told, and the fortune-teller told him he would live until he was eighty-six. He thought, well then, I can just risk my life however I want these years, I won't be afraid of dying."

"So, this guy started driving around recklessly, and ended up in a major car accident, with severe casualties. And believe it or not, he didn't die."

Mo Xing stared intently at Ye Ling, eager to know what happened next, seeming as if it had something to do with him.

"He didn't die, but he was paralyzed all over and suffered in bed for his entire life, until he passed away at eighty-six," Ye Ling continued.

Everyone was stunned, then burst into laughter: "Isn't this guy a dumbass? Was he looking to die or to suffer?"

"That's why I say, the blessing that the heavens give you is not for squandering, but for you to enjoy life. If you insist on courting death, then you will definitely receive the punishment you deserve."

"As for you, Mo Xing, trust me, just behave yourself, don't court death, and you will surely live until you die," Ye Ling said very seriously, as the other people all nodded in agreement, and Mo Xing also nodded, suddenly feeling that Ye Ling's words seemed to have a deeper meaning.

Damn, isn't everyone absolutely able to live until they die?

"Mo Xing, I'll reveal a Tianji to you. Do you want to know why you are so unlucky?" Ye Ling felt obliged to give Mo Xing some encouragement along with some sweet words; otherwise, this guy might not make it to the day he becomes immortal.

As soon as Mo Xing heard this, his eyes lit up: "Tianji? Ha ha, about my Tianji? Go on, tell me."

"What I'm telling you is all true, you need to believe that first," Ye Ling insisted.

"What you're experiencing now is just a trial from the Heavenly Dao. Haven't you noticed that your realm is even higher than theirs? Let me tell you, they need to cultivate, they need to fight for their lives."

"But you don't, you just have to endure the trials that the Heavenly Dao gives you, which is your bad luck; it's a part of your cultivation journey."

"When the day comes for you to become immortal, your luck will change dramatically overnight. Forget this crappy luck; you will be a True Dragon, embraced by the Heavenly Dao."

"So this is your trial. If you can't even withstand this minor trial, then don't even think about cultivating further."

After Ye Ling finished speaking, Mo Xing was stunned, passion flaring in his eyes. Ye Ling's words had struck a chord in his heart.

Indeed, his own realm was actually higher than Ye Wudao's and Shenfeng's, and he hadn't even cultivated to gain so much.

Paying a little for it was only fair, wasn't it? There's no free lunch in this world, and he, who had mingled among the top echelons of Donghai City for so many years, knew this better than anyone else.

"Exactly! What should this young master be afraid of? It's all just trials, and after the trials is the rainbow, right?"

Mo Xing roared with laughter, clinked his beer mug with the others, guzzled it down, smacked his lips, and sighed in pleasure.

At that moment, Ye Ling answered a ringing phone with a smile. However, a few seconds later, his expression turned grave, and over the phone, there were distinct, jarring sounds of gunfire.