Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Ye Ling and the others left the Silk Love Club, and though Mo Xing's head wasn't smashed in, it had swelled into a large bump.

"Tsk tsk, that's just my rotten luck, how could that lamp happen to fall right on my head? Let's go, go take a bath to wash away this bad luck."

Enjoy new adventures from empire

Mo Xing floored the gas pedal, and the Jeep roared as it sped off into the distance.

Outside the Silk Love Club, Mo Siqing watched everyone leave thoughtfully, a strange brilliance flashing in her enchanting eyes. Was that person truly a cultivator?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Entering the lavish Golden Splendor Bathhouse, Ye Ling and his group parked their vehicle in the parking lot. The four got out of the car and entered the bathhouse, known for its fine reputation in the Imperial Capital.

Inside the reception hall, a slightly plump man was scolding a service worker. Upon seeing Mo Xing and Ye Wudao, he seemed to remember something.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and with a fawning smile on his face, he ran over to the four men walking into the hall.

"Aiyo, what kind of wind blew you two gentlemen here today? Your presence truly honors our humble establishment, welcome, welcome," the plump man excitedly approached them.

However, he was smart enough not to reach out for a handshake. He was well aware that these two young masters were extremely influential and arrogant. Even his boss had to handle them with care, let alone himself.

Mo Xing glanced at the plump man, then at Ye Wudao. "An acquaintance of yours?"

"Not at all; he probably just recognizes my famous name, right, Fatty?" Ye Wudao chuckled and wrapped an arm around the plump man's back.

The plump man was ecstatic, oh my goodness, this was one of the most audacious among the four young masters, taking the initiative to get close and calling him so affectionately, Fatty... My oh my.

"Aiyo, my lords, who doesn't know your great names. I will arrange a room for you right away."

With that, the plump man rushed to the counter and directly opened a luxurious VIP room for Ye Ling and the rest. He then instructed the service worker that whatever these four young masters requested, they must fulfill it.

The service worker was nervous, initially thinking they were some high-ranking officials, and led the four toward their room.

"No, that won't do! I must personally make sure they are comfortable. If I do, my future will be bright," the plump man muttered to himself.

Opportunities are prepared for those who are ready, and he was clearly the prepared one.

Overcome with excitement, if he could please these four fellows, he could marry a white, rich beauty, become a CEO, and reach the pinnacle of life.

The four arrived at the edge of the large pool and directly jumped in. At this hour, there weren't many people since it was already the middle of the night, and most of the customers were asleep.

"My heavens! Mo Xing, why is your little guy so small?" Ye Wudao exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the sight below Mo Xing's waist.

Mo Xing dismissively waved his hand: "You know nothing. I'm a 'sleeping giant', just waiting to astonish the world!"

The other three snorted in disbelief, but Ye Wudao, Mo Xing, and Shenfeng were quite happy today. They had taken the heavens and earth as their master, and just the thought was freaking awesome.

"By the way, the Divine Skills I've shared with you are different from the worldly ones; you can use them now. But remember, it consumes a lot of Spiritual Power, so you must use them sparingly," Ye Ling said calmly while splashing water on himself. The Divine Skills he passed on to the two were renowned even in the Immortal Realm and were enough to aid them until they reached the Immortal Emperor Realm.

The two nodded excitedly, well aware of how formidable the Divine Skills Ye Ling passed to them were. They provided an unparalleled enhancement to their strength.

After the bath, the four men returned to their room and called for four masseuses to relax a bit.

The masseuses arrived quickly, and they were all quite good looking, obviously hand-picked by the plump manager.

"Sir, shall I start by walking on your back?" the four masseuses asked softly.

The four nodded. Ye Ling felt a light figure step onto his back, her feet touching down gently, which was very comfortable.

Above the four-person bed hung a steel pipe that ran through the opposite wall, used to aid the masseuses in maintaining balance without shifting their forms, ensuring they could provide the best service to their customers.

Mo Xing felt the light touch of a foot on his back, sending waves of relief through him, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction, "Now this is what I call enjoyment."

But suddenly, he heard a 'crack' and his face changed instantly, "What was that noise?"

Everyone looked up and in the next moment, the woman who was standing on Mo Xing's back, gripping the steel pipe, had a look of sheer panic on her face because the steel pipe that was extended through the wall had completely collapsed at that moment.

Boom, smack!

A cloud of dust billowed, and everyone quickly waved away the floating debris. Once the dust had settled, they were all dumbstruck.

Mo Xing laid spread-eagle on the bed, his eyes wide as saucers, with a steel pipe firmly pressing down on his back, covered in dust.

The masseuse stood at the edge of the bed, her face as pale as death. She was dumbfounded; she had been in the business for years and had never encountered such a scenario.

"Oh, my heavens! Someone is trying to murder this prince!" Mo Xing wailed mournfully.

With a bang, the tightly shut door was kicked open, and the portly manager appeared. He saw the scene before him, and his "rosebud" clenched tight—oh no, this was the end!

"Oh my, what happened to you, dear Mo!" The chubby manager hurriedly helped Mo Xing to his feet.

"What the hell do you do around here! Do you even know who Mo is? Are you courting death?" The portly manager pointed at the masseuse who had been stepping on Mo Xing's back and cursed at her.

Tears began to well in the masseuse's eyes. She really wanted to say she was wrongly accused; this had absolutely nothing to do with her—how could she have known that the bar would just fall?

"Tell me! Were you trying to harm this prince?" Mo Xing glared at the portly manager.

The manager was so frightened that his legs gave way and he nearly collapsed to the floor, "Mo, even with a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare to harm you. Please don't jump to conclusions!"

The three on the bed who had just come to their senses burst into laughter. How could this guy have such bad luck?

"And you, manager, let me tell you, our Mo likes to frequent pleasures of the flesh—surely you know what to do to calm his rage, right?" Ye Wudao said with a wink and a smile.

Slapping his forehead, the chubby manager immediately nodded, "Don't worry, Mo, I'll make sure you're satisfied!"

After saying that, the portly manager authoritatively escorted the masseuse out and had a word with her, though it was unclear what exactly was said, and then he returned to the room.

"Hehe, Mo, that woman just said to make up for her mistake, she's decided to take very good care of you!"

With a sly smile, the portly manager announced, causing Mo Xing's eyes to sparkle. He didn't care how the manager had talked to the masseuse; she was quite attractive, and if it was all about making up for the mistake, he was more than willing to accept it.

Right after, Mo Xing and the manager headed out, eagerly rubbing his hands together, a conniving smile on his face.

Meanwhile, back in the room, Ye Ling said earnestly, "Let's make a bet, do you think he will succeed?"

"Yes! He definitely will, the manager promised, wouldn't he?"

"Right, is this some kind of Immortal's trick?"

"Nonsense, who would dare to play such a trick on him in the Imperial Capital? They must be tired of living!"

With a grin, Ye Ling said, "I'll bet each of you a million, I bet he won't make it!"

Shenfeng and Ye Wudao exchanged glances and then nodded, agreeing—deal!