Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Ye Ling sipped the expensive mineral water, his face darkened, thinking this was like being robbed by bandits; completely overpowered. Your journey continues with empire

Mo Xing had the cheongsam-clad beauty open the Lafite and pour it into a glass. Gently swirling it, the eerie red liquid moved seductively, captivating the heart.

"Try it, it tastes good," Mo Xing took a small sip, nodded, and set the glass down on the table.

Ye Ling wasn't shy, he grabbed the wine glass and filled it to the brim, then gulped it down loudly, finishing the glass in just a few swigs.

"Hmm, not bad, tastes better than the eight-yuan-a-bottle wine," Ye Ling smacked his lips.

Mo Xing's face went black: "You bastard! This wine costs over a hundred thousand a bottle. Are you feeding pigs?"

"Don't bother with him; he's just a bumpkin who hasn't seen the world. He has trillions in wealth but doesn't know how to enjoy it," Shenfeng waved his hands dismissively.

Ye Ling hadn't seen much of the world, but he had. As the head of the Bureau of Superpowers and the leading figure of the Shennongjia family, there was nothing he hadn't seen.

"You're just burning money, aren't you? We three brothers could've gone to a roadside barbecue stall, had some skewers, and a few beers. How carefree that would be, but no, had to come here."

Ye Ling muttered, but since the money was already spent, he figured 'why not drink', thinking this, he poured another glass and chugged.

Mo Xing, resigned, pointed at the beauty beside him: "Tell him about the privileges of this young master's diamond card."

"This gentleman's diamond card qualifies him as our Love Strings Club's highest VIP guest, all his spending is free," the cheongsam beauty said with a sweet smile.

Ye Ling was stunned, "What! You jerk, this is like an idiot's card, oh no, I mean freeloader, my apologies."

"Alright, alright, let's drink, I've realized you really can't say anything nice," Mo Xing waved his hand.

As the three of them were drinking, one after another, men and women came to Mo Xing's table to toast them, all sweet-talking, and many celebrities looked on eagerly, clearly wanting to join.

"Hey, you, what's-your-name, Bingbing, come over here, drink with my brother," Mo Xing pointed at the hottest TV star and called out.

Bingbing was overjoyed, grabbing the hem of her skirt and scurrying over to Mo Xing's side to sit down.

"Mo Shao, it's an honor to drink with you. I'll take the first drink," she said, picking up her glass and downing it in one go.

Ye Ling was flabbergasted, wondering since when was she so bold, no longer the pretentious persona from television?

"Go on, drink with my brother here. Take good care of him and you'll be well rewarded, but don't get any ideas; he's got plenty of beauties at home and doesn't go for wildflowers."

Mo Xing laughed heartily; Bingbing sat right next to Shenfeng, her delicate arm wrapping around his.

"Young master, let Bingbing keep you company with a drink," Bingbing cooed.

Shenfeng's eyes lit up, while Ye Ling gritted his teeth in frustration, thinking of his fickle, lust-driven bastard of a brother; truly an unprincipled lecher.

"Oh look, if it isn't our great Master Mo, when did you get back from Donghai City? How come you didn't let me know? Are you looking down on your brother, or what?"

Just then, a tall young man walked over to Mo Xing's couch with a laugh, followed by a dozen young men, each one rich or noble.

Mo Xing didn't even stand up, but snorted coldly, "What's the matter, Jiang Xiaobai, you think you're my son? I have to report to you when I come back? Don't you think too highly of yourself?"

A tension instantly filled the air, especially since Bingbing's face turned somewhat pale, recognizing the Jiang Xiaobai standing before her.

The four young masters of Imperial Capital: Jiang Xiaobai, Mo Xing, Ye Wudao, Jiang You.

These four young masters are certainly not the four nobodies featured in the Eight Trigrams Weekly; these lads come from the top families in the Imperial Capital, each with a grandfather or uncle serving as a vice national leader.

The influence of these four young masters is immense, with Ye Wudao being the wildest, Jiang You the most mysterious, Mo Xing the loneliest, and Jiang Xiaobai the most showy and vengeful – those who offend him never end up well.

"Heh, you went to Donghai City just once and now you've got such a sharp tongue; who did you learn from? Tell Brother Bai here, so I can also go learn."

Jiang Xiaobai was not the least bit angry; he and Mo Xing had been arch-enemies since their childhood days in the compound, and that hadn't changed to this day.

Mo Xing sneered, "Jiang Xiaobai, today I am entertaining an esteemed guest and have no time for your nonsense; scram!"

Not giving Jiang Xiaobai an inch of face, Jiang Xiaobai did not get angry either but merely chuckled coldly, "Tsk, tsk, let's see who your esteemed guest is."

"Oh, isn't this Bingbing, the big star? Hanging out with someone, are you? Drink up, drink up."

Jiang Xiaobai immediately feigned shock, frightening Bingbing into a pale silence, not daring to utter a sound.

This exclamation drew the attention of the onlookers. Many were scared stiff seeing these two young masters confront each other; both represented the pinnacle of their circle, and this clash was bound to cause a commotion.

"Yikes! Who do we have here! Your esteemed guest? Guzzling down Lafite like that? Haha! You're killing me, Brother Bai!"

"Mo Xing, don't blame me for speaking bluntly, but is this your esteemed guest, or a pig you've raised?"

Jiang Xiaobai burst out laughing, and Mo Xing immediately stood up, his face dark with anger: "Jiang Xiaobai, you better watch your mouth, or I'm going to make you taste what it's like to have your head split open!"

"Heh, Mo Xing, you already had me taste what it's like to have my head split open ten years ago; I've been thinking about how to return the favor."

Speaking of head-splitting, Jiang Xiaobai's expression finally changed, becoming somewhat ferocious with a cold, unending laughter in his eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly grew tense, and the young masters behind Jiang Xiaobai glowered at Mo Xing, ready to act on just a word from Jiang Xiaobai.

"What're you looking at? A bunch of losers; even with ten times the courage, you wouldn't dare touch me! I'm scared of myself when I go wild, and Jiang Xiaobai's trash won't be able to protect you!"

"Believe me when I say it! I, Mo Xing, never lie to anyone!"

Having spoken so chillingly, the faces of those behind Jiang Xiaobai turned pale; indeed, when immortals battle, how could mere mortals dare to intervene?

"Hehe, that's true, but your pet pig is really something, quite entertaining."

As Jiang Xiaobai spoke, he even began toying with Ye Ling's head, and a hint of a dark chill flashed in Shenfeng's eyes.

With a splash, Ye Ling raised his hand and poured the red wine from his glass all over Jiang Xiaobai's face.

"Ah! You bastard! How dare you lay a hand on Young Master Jiang, you're courting death!"

"Brothers, take down this wretched kid!"

Jiang Xiaobai held back the furious crowd behind him, not bothering to wipe the wine off himself, letting it drip down his clothes, with a sinister smile that was sharp as a knife.

"Do you know, you're the first person who's dared to splash wine on me!"

His words heavy, murderous intent rose in Jiang Xiaobai's heart; he wanted to kill Ye Ling on the spot to vent his anger.

Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders and said earnestly, "Believe it or not, if you keep up this nonsense, I'll make it so even your mother won't recognize you!"