Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Watching the middle-aged man who was clearly code-named 'Meteor' charging at him, Ye Ling smiled faintly and jumped down from the balcony.

"I'm renting this villa, so don't break anything. If we're going to fight, let's take it outside," Ye Ling called out.

No sooner had he spoken than Meteor jumped down from the balcony as well.

"Not bad moves," praised Ye Ling.

"Hmph!"

Meteor let out a cold snort and suddenly dashed forward, his fist flying straight for Ye Ling's face.

His punch was exceptionally fast, even stirring up a whooshing sound, and as he attacked Ye Ling, his left hand was already clenched and ready, clearly very experienced.

"So you're a practitioner, huh? Judging by your punching style, that should be Xingyi Quan, right?"

Ye Ling sidestepped, dodging Meteor's attack, and spoke at the same time.

Meteor remained silent. Seeing Ye Ling dodge, his prepared left fist swiftly followed with another attack.

"Your Xingyi Quan is quite decent, but for those grandmaster-level folks, it would only be considered third-rate."

Ye Ling shifted his feet slightly backward, and Meteor's punch barely grazed his cheek, which would have left anyone else feeling a pang.

"Looks like you're also a practitioner. I wonder which sect you hail from?"

Meteor, seeing that his two attacks had missed Ye Ling, furrowed his brows.

"The Immortal Realm," Ye Ling said nonchalantly.

"Bullshit!"

Meteor snorted coldly and charged again, his fists swinging in succession but all merely brushing past Ye Ling.

Every one of Ye Ling's evasions seemed effortless, yet Meteor knew that Ye Ling must possess profound strength.

"Why won't you believe me when I'm telling the truth?" Ye Ling said with a touch of helplessness.

"I bet you're from the Divine Realm, right? Lost your mind!"

Meteor's face grew cold, he stepped forward, placed his hands on the ground, and executed a backflip kick toward Ye Ling.

This backflip was even more impressive than the one performed by the underworld beauty boss Mu Ninghan.

But just then, Ye Ling's figure suddenly moved forward, delivering a kick out of thin air.

Meteor's expression changed; he was mid-air and had no time to react.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound was heard, and Meteor's figure immediately flew backward through the air.

"Easy, easy, you'll be harming these plants and flowers if you smash them to death!" Ye Ling clucked his tongue and sighed.

Shock covered Meteor's face, feeling as if his spine was about to be dislocated under Ye Ling's kick.

In fact, Ye Ling had only used one-tenth of his strength just now. Had he used a bit more, Meteor's spine would have certainly been snapped.

After a moment of silence, Meteor suddenly pulled out two daggers from behind his back.

Seeing this, Ye Ling's expression immediately turned frosty.

"It's alright to spar for fun, but if you really pull out weapons, it's as if you're determined to kill me. I won't hold back against someone who wants me dead," Ye Ling said, his eyes turning icy and his whole body exuding a murderous aura.

As an assassin, Meteor instantly felt this aura.

At that moment, Meteor's scalp tingled as if he was in a sea of corpses and a mountain of bones, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.

How many people must one kill to have such a murderous aura!

Almost without thinking, Meteor threw the two daggers in his hands onto the ground.

"I just thought these plants around here needed trimming and didn't bring scissors, so I tried using daggers instead. Don't get the wrong idea," Meteor said.

Ye Ling: "..."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."

After saying this, Meteor made to leave.

"Hold on," Ye Ling suddenly called out.

Hearing this, Meteor didn't slow down but instead went full throttle and bolted away.

"Remember my words, tell Lin Hua to bring 500 million to see me!" Ye Ling yelled.

By now, Meteor had long since disappeared, apparently really frightened by Ye Ling.

Shaking his head with resignation, Ye Ling muttered to himself, "And they call that an assassin? Aren't assassins supposed to never run away even in the face of death? What an eye-opener."

Back in his room, Ye Ling took out the jade tokens.

Among them was the tricolored Emperor Jade.

"I should break through to the Houtian Middle Stage first. It seems that Earth still has some capable and unusual people..." Ye Ling thought to himself.

From that encounter with Meteor, it was clear that there were definitely many people on Earth more formidable than him.

Ye Ling felt that he would sooner or later meet even more powerful individuals. His current strength at the Early Houtian Stage was indeed too weak.

Placing his hand on the tricolored Emperor Jade, Ye Ling began to circulate the Nine Nether Emperor Technique.

A strong absorbing force emanated from Ye Ling's hand, and the spiritual energy within the tricolored Emperor Jade was quickly absorbed by Ye Ling.

With this absorption, Ye Ling's aura grew gradually stronger.

"The Firstfold, First Stage of the technique has such a weak absorbing force. At this rate, to completely devour this tricolored Emperor Jade, it would probably take at least two hours," Ye Ling sighed.

In his past life, relying on the Nine Nether Emperor Technique, he wouldn't just be devouring jade stones but directly absorbing the cultivation of True Cultivators in an instant.

There was no helping it now; having reincarnated, he had to start all over again.

...

Blue Sea Apartments, inside the luxurious villa.

Lin Hua's face was still swollen, resembling that of a pig's head.

He was seated on the couch, his gloomy eyes containing a hint of excitement.

"Ye Ling, daring to oppose me, Lin Hua, I see you really don't want to live!" Lin Hua said through gritted teeth.

Just then, the door to the room suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man walked in.

Seeing this, Lin Hua immediately stood up and asked, "How did it go, did you take care of him?"

"I think you're the one looking for death!"

With a grim expression, Meteor glared at Lin Hua and said, "You send a third-rate assassin to deal with a first-rate one. Are you freaking trying to get me killed?"

Lin Hua was startled, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, the fact that I'm alive and back here talking to you is already a mercy from that guy named Ye Ling!" Meteor huffed coldly.

Only then did Lin Hua realize and frowned, "You didn't kill him?"

"I took the one million deposit, but I'm not interested in the rest. If you still want to kill him, find someone else," Meteor said.

"Aren't you an assassin from the Netherworld Sect? Can't you deal with just an ordinary person?"

"Ordinary person? Bullshit! I think you're just a fucking idiot!"

The more Meteor spoke, the angrier he got, thinking that if he hadn't known better, he might not have made it back alive.

Seeing Meteor's angry demeanor, Lin Hua was also shocked.

Meteor was among the top ten in the Netherworld Sect's third-rate assassins, and even he couldn't kill Ye Ling?

Recalling the incident where Ye Ling took out more than twenty of Scarface's men, Lin Hua suddenly felt a chill.

"That guy already knows it was you who hired me to go after him, and he asked me to give you a message."

"What message?"

"If you want to stay alive, give him five billion; otherwise, he'll take your life when he gets the chance!"

"Five billion?!" Lin Hua stood up and sneered, "With five billion, I can hire fifty first-rate assassins, even five top assassins. Giving it to him? Ridiculous!"

"Then go ahead and hire them. But let me advise you, you'd better take the loss and part with your wealth. Even top assassins might not be able to kill him."

After finishing his words, Meteor left the villa.

Lin Hua's face turned grim as he thought for a moment, then he took out his phone to call his mother. Experience more tales on m v|l e'm,p| y- r

Once the phone connected, Lin Hua immediately said, "Mom, it's me."

"My Hua? Hehe, what's up? Missing your mom?"

"Yeah, I really do miss you," Lin Hua said.

"Don't give me that sweet talk, are you short on cash? How much do you need? Your mom will transfer it right away."

"That's why I love you, Mom. I need... one billion."

"What?!"

Lin Hua's mother was immediately shocked, her voice loud enough to blow up the phone.

"One billion? What do you need that much money for?"

"You know about the assassin I was looking for, but I didn't expect that third-rate loser to fail to kill Ye Ling. I'm thinking about finding a few more capable ones," Lin Hua explained.

"Is that Ye Ling really that powerful?"

"I don't know; at least that's what the assassin said, he seems pretty capable."

"Hua, I don't think he's an ordinary person. How about this, I'll send you five million, and you use that money to apologize to that Ye Ling person. It's not a loss for us anyway; we don't lack that five million, what do you say?"

Lin Hua's mother, who had been a business maven for many years, could immediately guess that Ye Ling was no ordinary person.

"Mom, hold on a second."

Lin Hua took several photos of his face, then Photoshopped them to make his eyes almost pop out.

After sending them to his mother, she immediately called back.

"He dared to beat my son like this? Bastard! He's a complete bastard!"

"Mom, I'll be straight with you, Ye Ling said, if I want to live, I need to give him five billion. He certainly won't care about our five million," Lin Hua said, sounding on the verge of tears.

"Fuck giving him money, I'll send you the cash right now. Just find someone to finish him. How dare he mess with Feng Yuting's son, he must be tired of living!"

"Thanks, Mom..."

After hanging up, Lin Hua's face twisted into a ferocious smirk.

"If a third-rate assassin can't deal with you, let's see if a first-rate one can!"

With that, Lin Hua began to search online for assassin profiles.

The Netherworld Sect had a special website that was untraceable by cyber police.

Only wealthy individuals like Lin Hua had the privilege of accessing it.

...

"Boom!"

In the room, a powerful surge of energy suddenly burst forth from Ye Ling.

Feeling the force that was now nearly several times stronger than before, Ye Ling's mouth curled into a smile.

"Houtian middle stage, huh..."

Ye Ling headed to the bathroom to take a shower, washing away all the black impurities from his body.

Though he had now made the breakthrough to the Houtian middle stage, the tricolor Imperial Jade, worth billions or even tens of billions, had completely turned into a useless rock.

If Gao Ning and his people saw this scene, their hearts would certainly convulse with pain.