Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

"You country bumpkin, hillbilly, you've never seen money in your life, have you?"

Chen Hong pointed at Ye Ling and cursed, "Let me tell you, even if I accidentally killed you, I'd pay at most four or five hundred thousand. You're asking for ten million just like that, do you think you're worth it?"

"You'd better not point at me."

Ye Ling looked at Chen Hong, and a cold light suddenly flashed through his narrow eyes.

Although Ye Ling had lost all his cultivation now, his experience from his past life remained.

Ye Ling had progressed from a small Taoist at the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Nine Tribulation Immortal Emperor, stepping over countless corpses. The dense murderous aura that had accumulated over the years had seeped deep into his soul, and he could display it instantly whenever he wished.

Chen Hong was startled by Ye Ling's gaze and quickly withdrew his hand, stepping back a few steps as a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

What kind of look was that? It was as if a terrifying beast was staring at him, not just one, but millions!

For a moment, Chen Hong felt as if he had fallen into hell.

"A useless piece of trash," Ye Ling sneered.

This was just a tiny bit of murderous aura. If he showed even one percent, this guy would probably be scared to death on the spot.

Hearing this, Chen Hong's face reddened with shame and irritation.

At the same time, he felt exceptionally humiliated.

It was just a look, and this guy, in all his poorness, what could he possibly do or dare to do to him?

With just a few hundred thousand, he could find someone to beat him into a cripple!

"If you're rich, and you really like this beauty, and truly want to play the knight in shining armor, then you wouldn't care about parting with that ten million. Of course, if you don't like her, I can't do anything, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Ye Ling spread his hands as if he was very helpless.

"Of course I like Qing Xin, but..."

"But what?"

Before Chen Hong could finish, Ye Ling interrupted, "But you're broke? Or were you just bragging before? If you don't have the money, why the hell are you pretending to be something? What's this about being the Young Master of the Nanqiang Group, tsk tsk."

"It's the Dongqiang Group, the Dongqiang Group!"

Fire seemed about to shoot from Chen Hong's eyes. If Han Qingxin weren't there, he really wanted to go up and beat the crap out of the guy with the utterly filthy face.

"I don't care about your Dongqiang or Nanqiang, if you have money then hurry up and pay up, if you don't have any, then get the hell out of here!" Ye Ling waved his hand, showing some impatience.

"You really think I'm an idiot? I'm not broke, but I'm certainly not going to give a dime to a scumbag like you!" Chen Hong snorted coldly.

Ye Ling's eyes widened, about to say something, when Han Qingxin stepped forward and calmly said, "You want a hundred thousand, right? Fine, I'll give you a hundred thousand. Give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer the money right now."

As she spoke, Han Qingxin took out her phone.

Ye Ling showed a helpless expression and said, "Sigh... looks like it's another poor sob who pretends to be rich. But I've lost my bank card, so even if you transfer the money, I can't withdraw it just yet. Hand over the cash if you have it."

The first sentence was clearly meant for Chen Hong.

Who was Chen Hong? He was known as the 'Billionaire Young Master', whose family was so poor the only thing left was money.

Moreover, Chen Hong was known for his extravagant spending and had a strong sense of vanity. He enjoyed hearing flattering words from others.

Now, this bumpkin on the hospital bed dared to call him poor and pretend to have money? Did he think that Chen Hong was the same kind of pauper as him?

The thing Chen Hong hated most was others saying he had no money. He immediately exploded and yelled at Ye Ling, "Do you even know what it means to be rich? It's like me! Have you ever seen an eighty-thousand-dollar watch? Clothes worth over fifty thousand a set? Custom shoes over sixty thousand a pair? Not to mention my limited edition car."

"And look at you, from head to toe, everything about you screams broke. It's a miracle that Heavenly Thunder didn't strike you dead, you must have accumulated good deeds in your past life!"

"You're rich, so give me that 10 million!" Ye Ling challenged.

"Fine, just give me your bank account number, and I'll have someone transfer the money immediately! I must show you that a rich person like me is not someone you can compete with!" Chen Hong said, his face red with anger.

Han Qingxin couldn't help but glance at Chen Hong and thought to herself that this guy was really too foolish. Just a few words from Ye Ling and he's really going to shell out 10 million. If this continues, no matter how substantial his father Chen Dongqiang's fortune is, it won't withstand such squandering.

However, since Chen Hong was doing it for her, Han Qingxin naturally couldn't let him actually take out the 10 million.

"Stop it, I'll give you 100,000 yuan. Tell me your address, and I'll have someone send it to you," Han Qingxin said.

In his heart, Ye Ling mused that this woman wasn't easy to deceive. He hummed a few times and told Han Qingxin his address.

Chen Hong still thought Han Qingxin was looking down on him and wanted to say something, but Han Qingxin pulled him away and left the hospital.

...

At noon, Chen Yan, dressed in a nurse's uniform, came to Ye Ling's sickroom.

"Hello, may I ask where the patient here has gone?" Chen Yan asked Ye Ling.

"The patient you're looking for is me," Ye Ling said with a smile.

"You?"

Chen Yan sized up Ye Ling with her starry eyes and said with a laugh, "Don't joke around, he's not as handsome as you are."

Ye Ling immediately felt helpless. Hadn't he just washed his face and tidied his hair slightly according to the styles on Earth? It wasn't to the point of being unrecognizable, was it?

After all, he was still wearing the same clothes!

Seeing Ye Ling's helpless expression, Chen Yan also realized it and suddenly noticed that, indeed, Ye Ling's clothes were the same as before.

"Really...is it really you?"

Chen Yan's little mouth opened wide, scarcely able to believe it.

The guy in front of her had sharp facial features, a handsome face, and a height of 1.8 meters, which certainly made him incredibly handsome, enough to compete with the celebrities on television.

Since Ye Ling had been struck by lightning before, his face was blurry and his hair was practically exploded, so Chen Yan, in that moment, had really not recognized him.

"I can't believe you're actually this handsome!" Chen Yan blinked her big eyes a few times, continuously scrutinizing Ye Ling.

Ye Ling chuckled and suddenly stepped forward, leaning in slightly, his face nearly touching Chen Yan's beautiful and fair cheeks.

"What...what are you doing?"

Chen Yan's face flushed crimson, and she quickly backed away.

"Didn't you want to have a closer look? I'm giving you the chance to get a good look!" Ye Ling said.

"Shameless." Chen Yan muttered under her breath.

"Damn, good intentions taken for a liver and lungs of a donkey," Ye Ling rolled his eyes and then said, "But, you're very pretty too."

"Go away!"

Chen Yan huffed softly, but her face clearly showed a hint of pride.

She had a lot of confidence in her looks.

However, Ye Ling's next comment immediately set her off.

"And the peaks aren't small either."