Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Blood flowers were bizarre, a head rolled on the ground, Ye Ling swept his gaze around, and the few corpses on the ground were disconcerting.

Dead, all dead, several powerful tycoons beyond words, terrifying figures who were once unbeatable outside, were now dead here.

Ye Ling didn't know whether the Divines Hall would be enraged by this, but he was very clear in his mind that anyone who dared to disturb this land was his mortal enemy!

"Xiao Hei, let's go, time to head home."

Ye Ling gestured to the sky, and Xiao Hei instantly transformed into a black snake and slithered into Ye Ling's pocket.

"Ah, it's done, after this guy's breakthrough, he has become even more unfathomable, when will I ever see a glimpse of freedom!"

Xiao Hei roared tragically, and Ye Ling chuckled when he heard this, knowing Xiao Hei was just grumbling in his own way.

"Alright, alright, what's with all the fuss, once we're in the Immortal Realm, this young master will find you a female dragon, and let you handle her any way you want!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hei instantly became ecstatic, nodding continuously: "Hey, you gotta keep your word, I, this lord, have been waiting so long to shed these bachelor chains, a thousand-year wait."

Inside Prince Jin's garden, Prince Jin and the Clan Elder, whose face was slightly pale, looked at Ye Ling with shock.

"Ye Ling, that dragon from before, where is it now?" Prince Jin asked with a slight stutter, because how could he not be nervous?

Dragons, in the hearts of emperors from any dynasty, were always ethereal beings, yet now he had witnessed a True Dragon with his own eyes.

Ye Ling was taken aback for a moment, then took Xiao Hei out of his pocket, the snake that had shrunk in size: "Here it is, too big, I was afraid it'd scare people, so I just had it hide in my pocket instead."

Before he even finished speaking, suddenly Prince Jin including the Clan Elder and everyone present knelt down, which took Ye Ling by surprise.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, stand up, what's this all about!"

Ye Ling hurried to help them up, but Prince Jin raised his head with a serious expression: "When the Divine Dragon ascends, the descendants of Aisin Gioro dare not show disrespect."

Damn, so that was the thing, Ye Linge had forgotten that this guy was the biggest bane of the feudal dynasties, the old ideology still lingering in his mind.

Besides, if Xiao Hei were to come out, probably all Chinese people around the world would hardly keep calm, after all, this was the totem of the Huaxia people, they were all descendants of the dragon.

Ye Ling even pondered whether he should let Xiao Hei fly around in the sky during National Day to inspire the countrymen.

After much discussion, Ye Ling put Xiao Hei away again, and then they were willing to stand up, but their expressions were no longer as casual as before, now filled with awe towards Ye Ling.

In Prince Jin's guest hall, a table of dishes gave off an irresistible aroma, which made Ye Ling's stomach worms nearly start a rebellion.

"That's that, enough said, come, come, you, I've definitely made a friend."

Ye Ling raised his glass towards Prince Jin with a big laugh, and then everyone stood up, clinked glasses together, and drank up, before starting to feast voraciously.

"Not bad at all, is this the legendary Imperial Kitchen's cooking?"

Ye Ling praised as he picked up a piece of succulent braised pork and put it in his mouth, it melted instantly, rich but not greasy, a complete treat for the senses which made one's appetite surge.

Prince Jin across the table smiled: "There is no longer an Imperial Kitchen, but I am a descendant of Aisin Gioro; some of the old family traditions are still preserved."

"The chef, his great-grandfather was a top-notch imperial chef in the royal kitchen. Emperor Qianlong himself saw him off when he retired. He had a legendary career in the culinary world, it's that guy."

Prince Jin couldn't help but laugh as he spoke. The story he mentioned took place two or three hundred years ago. Back then, Emperor Qianlong was just as much a foodie as anyone today, not at all outdone, especially since he had the means to indulge.

So, the people below, in their efforts to curry favor with him, naturally thought up ways to present him with delectable foods, and one official ended up offering Emperor Qianlong a chef with exceptional skills.

This very chef served Emperor Qianlong for life. Emperor Qianlong made six trips to Jiangnan, and everyone had to follow, even some of the consorts were quite envious.

When it was time for the chef to retire, Emperor Qianlong personally sent him home, instructing his subordinates to treat him well.

The master of this table of dishes is none other than the descendant of that legendary chef, inheriting culinary skills hundreds of years old, not at all comparable to those Western novelties.

Just in terms of historical depth, our Huaxia's creations are more than enough to trump Western cuisine.

Ye Ling nodded. He held reverence for the things left behind by his ancestors, and no matter the ethnicity, everyone was a part of the heart of Huaxia.

"By the way, brother, when will you be going back? If you're free, stay at my place a little longer. We can talk more, and I'll let you taste the "Hundred and Eight Great Dishes" of the old Empress, sure to leave you craving for more."

Prince Jin laughed heartily as he took a bite of food, while Ye Ling just shrugged his shoulders, "Probably not, I'll wait until I have time. The women at home are pregnant."

"I've also gone wild outside every day. Now, my mother at home has given a strict order: absolutely no going out without a good reason. It's time to spend more time with them."

Ye Ling said with a smile, holding Wang Ningmei's hand beside him, filling her heart with warmth.

Prince Jin paused, then burst into laughter, "All right, brother, I won't say more. Make sure to tell me when the children reach their full month! I'll bring big gifts for the little ones, haha!"

The "big gifts" Prince Jin spoke of were definitely national treasure level relics, otherwise, if a descendant of the Aisin Gioro brought gifts worth just a few hundred as a gift, it would be disgraceful, losing face not just for him, but for his ancestors as well.

"Don't worry, Prince, I'll definitely come over by then. We'll drink a few more cups together, brother."

"But today, us brothers must drink until we're completely drunk, otherwise, if I've come all this way and you, Prince Jin, haven't made me enjoy myself to the fullest, wouldn't that be a loss of face!"

Ye Ling laughed heartily, raising his glass to clink with Prince Jin, who was also full of magnanimity.

"Come on, lads of the grasslands, I dare not brag about other things, but when it comes to drinking, we're absolutely top-notch. Come on, today we don't return until we're drunk!"

Prince Jin laughed heartily too, and the Clan Elders beside him also clinked glasses with Ao Hongchen.

The group drank merrily and laughed heartily. In the end, everyone had drunk too much, including Ye Ling.

When drinking with friends, Ye Ling never used his Spiritual Power to dissipate the alcohol. It was his consistent style and a principle by which he lived.

With friends, no pretense or deceit!

With enemies, ruthless and merciless!

Under the night sky, stars twinkled quietly, eternally serene. No one knew that the events of today would lead to something so shocking it would astonish the entire world.