Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

They scooped up a spoonful of the whip soup, and honestly, it was pretty good; no fishy taste, and the flavor was quite delicious.

"Tsk tsk, this Third Brother's cooking skills are definitely top-notch. It seems that that old lady who declared war on eleven countries is a foodie too. Otherwise, why would she keep such a skilled person by her side?"

Ye Ling exclaimed in admiration at the taste and the two of them began to drink and eat heartily.

They devoured the meat in big bites, grease dribbling down their chins, and gulped down the alcohol, not caring a bit when it splashed on their clothes.

The two resembled the wandering heroes from TV dramas or novels, without any restraint, completely letting loose, and then they started to feast voraciously.

This is what being a man is all about. What's the point of being all prim and proper all the time, nibbling away like a wimp?

After a while, a young man brought over a jar: "Mr. Mo, this Buddhajumps Over the Wall was sent over by Third Master; he is busy in the kitchen and said he will join us in a bit."

After saying that, the young man left, and when they opened the jar, a rich fragrance wafted out.

"Mmm! Delicious, damn delicious!" Ye Ling felt his mouth watering and quickly scooped some into his mouth with a spoon.

"Ugh... so... good, hurry up and eat!" Ye Ling said while eating, and Mo Xing shook his head on the side.

"Before we eat, let me give you an introduction to the origins, cultural background, development process, ingredients, and so on of this Buddhajumps Over the Wall," Mo Xing said with a cultured air.

Ye Ling gave him a look: "Talk your sister. Who's in the mood for a lecture? Afraid of getting smacked by the readers, just eat quick!"

Mo Xing quickly nodded in agreement, and they began to eat and drink lavishly. Ten minutes later, they leaned back in their chairs, burping and looking very satisfied.

Their table was in disarray, filled with leftover food—it was hard to imagine that two individuals of respectable standing had turned it into such a mess.

"I'm telling you, Mo Xing, this place is really great. Does Third Brother do delivery?" Ye Ling asked, picking his teeth with a toothpick.

The thought of lounging at home, watching TV, smoking a cigarette, savoring a drink, and eating Buddhajumps Over the Wall was too delightful to bear; it painted too pretty a picture.

Mo Xing nodded: "I don't know about others, but I definitely have the privilege. I'm a big boss who can cut in directly."

"Nice. Later, I'll also rely on your connections to ask Third Brother for one for me, heh heh. See how I'll show off when I get home, they won't let me eat? I'll go out!"

Ye Ling was leisurely crossing his legs when suddenly, there was the sound of fighting from outside the courtyard. Curious, the two men went out to see what the commotion was about.

To their surprise, when they stepped outside, Xiong San was standing there with a big Dongyang Knife in hand, his expression dark and murderous intent surging around him.

Opposite him stood a man from the Island Nation, dressed in wooden clogs and a kimono, wielding a Dongyang Sword, with a grim smile on his face.

"Hey, you there, what happened?" Mo Xing pulled someone over to the side to ask.

Seeing it was Mo Xing, the person hastily grinned obsequiously: "Mr. Mo, let me tell you, this bastard from the Island Nation took a fancy to Third Master's cleaver that he regularly uses to chop bones, and he insisted on buying it."

"Third Master disagreed, and this guy actually started fighting with Third Master. I have to say, this bastard from the Island Nation has some decent moves."

Hearing the explanation, Ye Ling gave a cold laugh. This nation's people, why do they always crave such things? Could it be something ingrained in their bones?

"Damn it, they're really forcing a sale here? Isn't this just bullying? What's this bastard's background?" Mo Xing immediately rolled up his sleeves and shouted.

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"Those guys from the Island Nation are said to be here to invest, and it seems like they were brought over by Young Master Qi." The person explaining to Mo Xing hurriedly said.

Young Master Qi, one of the Dai family's oddities in Donghai City, a family of great wealth and reputation that was already well-known in Donghai City before liberation. Over the past hundred years, they have grown into a huge entity.

Even Mo Zidao had to treat the wealthy and powerful Qi Family seriously, otherwise it would be a significant obstacle to his career in officialdom.

"Tsk tsk, this bastard Qi Fei really loves to play the villain, huh." Mo Xing sneered coldly. Although he didn't have any deep hatred for Qi Fei, they were definitely not friends.

"Xiong San, I've already offered a very sincere price, 10 million Huaxia Currency for your knife. Are you selling or not!" The man from the Island Nation spoke in broken Huaxia language.

The man from the Island Nation could tell that the knife in Xiong San's hand was definitely a treasure, so he wanted to take it back to honor the Sect Master.

The knife in Xiong San's hand had been passed down from his grandfather's generation: a royal court's fine piece. Xiong San had used it for bone cleaving with unparalleled skill. Moreover, with a hundred years' passing, the treasure had become even sharper.

"I said no sale! If you keep pestering me, I will hack you to pieces, you Island Nation scumbag!" Xiong San had no good feelings towards the people from the Island Nation.

If it weren't for Qi Fei leading them here, Xiong San would never have allowed them to enter the Mingwei Residence.

"That's not up to you. I suspect this knife is a treasure that flowed out from our Island Nation, so I'm taking it back!" The man from the Island Nation sneered, his body flashed, and he charged forward.

All the bystanders could see was a blur as the man from the Island Nation was already beside Xiong San.

Whoosh, a flash of sword light passed: it was the draw-and-cut technique, a mainstay of Dongyang Swordsmanship, which valued speed like thunder and heavy, strong strikes to ensure a hit with every blow.

Xiong San's pupils dilated suddenly, and he blocked with his broadsword just in time, sparks flying from the blade as it met the attack with a clang.

Thump thump thump, Xiong San's sturdy body staggered backwards repeatedly, the immense force making it impossible for him to stop. In the end, grinding his teeth, he slammed his broadsword into the ground.

Clang clang clang, a series of grating sounds followed as the broadsword dragged across the ground creating a formidable crack, finally coming to a stop.

Ye Ling shook his head. The man from the Island Nation was at the peak of Houtian cultivation, while Xiong San had just entered Houtian – there was simply no comparing the two.

"I wouldn't give this knife away to pigs, let alone you Island Nation people, a bunch of clowns. What era do you think it is, daring to cause trouble in our Huaxia – die!"

Roar, Xiong San bellowed, stomped his foot fiercely on the ground, and his body shot towards the man from the Island Nation.

Whoosh, he raised his hands with the knife, and then, with all his strength, Xiong San struck down fiercely, the blade immediately erupting with a cold, flashing light, the blade's glow dancing.

The man from the Island Nation sneered, his Dongyang Sword swiftly raised to block Xiong San's mighty blow.

"Fall!" Xiong San, suspended in mid-air, gritted his teeth, veins bulging in his neck, as he pushed down forcefully with both hands.

Boom, the ground beneath the man from the Island Nation trembled, and an invisible power shattered all the green bricks under his feet.

"Get out of my way!" The man from the Island Nation's face turned red with exertion, his hands gripping the Dongyang Knife, and after a loud shout, his arms surprisingly lifted, slowly raising the pressing broadsword overhead.