Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Ye Ling's dominance instantly silenced the bustling gym; everyone felt a jolt of fear.

Too arrogant, too presumptuous, right?

Jiang Xiaobai was one of the Four Young Masters, after all, and that title carried a lot of weight—so much so that many people dared not confront him directly.

The old man of the Jiang Family, who had traversed snowy mountains and vast grasslands, was one of the few remaining eminent elders in Huaxia. He had once been a commanding figure, and although he was now seriously ill in bed,

the old tiger still had his might. Nobody dared to touch the Jiang's while the elder was alive, for to do so would mean opposing the Jiang Family and its direct supporters.

Yet Ye Ling shattered this unspoken rule: "I don't want your money; I want your fingers!"

"We should take this upstairs," said Mo Siqing, noticing the significant disruption, and so she invited Ye Ling and the others to a private room on the second floor, while the boxing matches below continued as usual.

But those watching the fights were distracted, speculating about the outcome of the confrontation upstairs.

Would it be Jiang Xiaobai who suffers the humiliation of losing his fingers, or would Ye Ling's challenge fizzle out against Jiang Xiaobai's formidable background?

On the second floor, in the spacious hall, Ye Ling sat relaxed on a leather sofa with Mo Xing and Shenfeng on either side. As for Bingbing, she was back in the clubhouse, since she didn't qualify to be involved in such matters yet.

Jiang Xiaobai sat opposite Ye Ling, his face dark, followed by several anxious young masters.

"Ye Ling, is it?" Jiang Xiaobai suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, "I admit defeat. Tell me, aside from my fingers, how much money do you want?" Under someone else's roof, he had to bow his head.

Ye Ling smiled indifferently, "Do you think you're being too self-important?"

"If I weren't strong enough, I would have probably been killed by Hei Hu, right? If he had killed me, who could I have blamed? No matter how much money I offered, would you, Young Master Jiang, let me off?"

"Now that you've lost, you think money can settle everything? Do you think I, Ye Ling, am easy to bully, or are you just brain-dead?"

Ye Ling sneered aggressively, "Did you think you could twist things any way you wanted just because you're a young master?"

Fuming, Jiang Xiaobai stood up, "Ye Ling! Don't push me too far. Push me, and believe me, I'll make it so you can't leave the Imperial Capital!"

"Leave the Imperial Capital? Why should I?" scoffed Ye Ling. "I came here with no intention of leaving in a hurry. If you're really a man, face me in the arena."

"I'll fight you with one hand tied behind my back. If you win, I'll let you go; otherwise, you'll admit defeat to me!"

At those words, Jiang Xiaobai panicked, "Aren't you just bullying me? Fight you? Why don't you ask me to fight a bear instead?"

A fight with Ye Ling was a joke; even Hei Hu had died by his hand. Stepping into the ring was like offering both his legs and arms. Jiang Xiaobai truly suspected Ye Ling could bite him to death.

"Name your terms!" Jiang Xiaobai said angrily, sitting back on the sofa with a chilly glare.

Ye Ling responded with a slight smile, "What's there to talk about? I always honor my bets. If you lose, you admit it. Your own words should be honored even if it means eating dog crap!"

"Ye Ling! Do you really want to force a final showdown with me?" Jiang Xiaobai clenched his teeth.

Ye Ling roared with laughter, "Tsk, tsk, Jiang Xiaobai, do you think too highly of yourself? A showdown with me? Do you think I'm the fish or the net? I'll have you know, I'm stainless steel; bite me all you want!"

Everyone was taken aback. This guy had quite the sharp tongue, too harsh for words. Look at how Jiang Xiaobai is seething, his face paling, white with underlying shades of black, completely green with fury.

Just then, the door opened, and a young man walked in with a smile on his face. He was dressed in a white silk Tang suit, very retro but impressive.

"Tsk tsk, such a big scene, I almost missed it," the newcomer said with a smile.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Jiang Xiaobai's spirits lifted, whereas Mo Xing's face instantly darkened. Those standing behind Jiang Xiaobai hurriedly called out respectfully to Jiang Shao.

"How come Jiang Ge has the time to visit my Love Silk Club? Little sister has been inviting you for ages, and I could never reach you. What wind has blown you here today?" Mo Siqing also stood up, greeting him with a smile.

Ye Ling's expression remained unchanged; he had guessed the identity of the visitor—Jiang You, the most mysterious among the four young masters.

Moreover, Ye Ling also realized that this guy was really no ordinary person, a pampered young master who should have been living a life of luxury, but mysteriously, he was a powerful being of the Innate Realm.

Tsk tsk, it was indeed a surprise to Ye Ling. However, it was inconsequential; after all, it was useless. With his six rampaging Golden Cores, even someone who had surpassed the Golden Core Realm might not be a match for Ye Ling, let alone a youngster from the Innate Realm.

Jiang Xiaobai quickly stood up: "Jiang Ge, you've arrived."

"Xiaobai, who have you offended to the point they want to chop off your fingers?" Jiang You asked with a faint smile, then sat down on the sofa, looking quite the detached and high-spirited hermit.

Jiang Xiaobai tilted his head and sneered coldly. Just as he was about to point out Ye Ling, suddenly, the door opened again, and a gust of wind blew through, followed by a robust figure casually walking in.

The wind fluttered, animating the newcomer's clothes and tousling his hair.

Where there's wind, there are flowers—flowers danced wildly in the wind, swirling mysteriously around the newcomer, creating an astonishing spectacle.

Upon seeing the newcomer and the scene behind him, Ye Ling's face went blank for a moment. Come on, this guy is a real piece of work.

Following the newcomer was someone with a blower, fluffing up the spectacle, with others scattering flower petals behind him. And the kicker was that this darn fellow was moonwalking like Michael Jackson, as if he were in a slow-motion scene from a movie.

"This guy must be Ye Wudao from the four great young masters, right?" Ye Ling asked Mo Xing.

Mo Xing nodded: "Yes, this guy is not only arrogant but also pretentious. He always makes such a scene whenever he appears, really laying it on thick."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Moreover, this guy is nicknamed Martial Fool, very strong, on par with Jiang You."

Ye Ling nodded, indeed, Ye Wudao's cultivation wasn't low, he too was a strong practitioner of the Innate Realm. But for someone from the Innate Realm to chase after such a ridiculous display, wasn't that a bit too much?

"Tsk tsk, the four great young masters gathered in my Love Silk Club. Should I feel excited or terrified?" Mo Siqing said with a slight smile, her enchanting eyes showing a trace of unusual emotion.

Ye Wudao stopped his slow-motion act, waving to everyone: "Hello everyone! Hello everyone! Welcome my arrival, please applaud!"

A smattering of scattered clapping came from behind Ye Wudao, all from his lackeys.

Ye Ling facepalmed. Truly, what a character.

Mo Xing stood up: "What are you doing here, you rascal?"

"Me? I'm here to help you! Didn't you know? The enemy of my enemy is my friend," Ye Wudao said to Mo Xing, winking.