Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Ye Ling was muttering to himself, Mo Xing was scowling, while Mo Siqing and Li Qi on the side didn't know what to say.

Originally, it should've taken only five hours to travel from the Imperial Capital to Bianjing, but look at them now, it had taken them a full twelve hours to barely make it.

On the road, right at the border of some province, their perfectly fine Lamborghini suddenly got a flat tire.

That really got Ye Ling flustered, staring at Mo Xing as if he saw a ghost. Could it be this guy's bad luck was kicking in again? No way.

And surely enough, as expected, there was no spare tire in the car, and no one knew where it had gone. Well, that's fine, they could just call a repair service.

Mo Xing called his fourth son from this province, who immediately sent someone over to start the repairs.

But then, the maintenance crew discovered another small issue. Just fix it, they thought. They hoisted the car up with a jack and asked Mo Xing to hold a bright light for them as they went under the car to fix it.

That blockhead Mo Xing, just illuminate the area properly, will you? Instead of holding the light steady, he kept twisting his body. In his own words, "I feel uncomfortable if I don't move for a while."

With a clatter, Mo Xing, not being careful, somehow knocked the jack out of its position, scaring the mechanic, who watched the car come crashing down.

Damn it, he had been repairing cars for many years and had never seen anyone knock a jack flying. What a freak incident.

Thinking about it, it wasn't that surprising after all. You have to realize that Mo Xing was a venerable elder at the Golden Core Stage of Cultivation. Forget about a jack - even a car would fly off with an elbow strike from him.

Just as the mechanic felt that he was doomed, feeling the world was filled with despair and bleakness, Ye Ling swiftly managed to lift the car back up.

Well, that turned out great. No harm to the people, but the mechanic was so scared that he lost his soul. Ye Ling had no choice but to use the soul summoning technique, bringing back the mechanic's wandering soul.

"Will you look at that, the embarrassing scene you've created. If it weren't for your careless hands and feet, could we have arrived this late?"

Ye Ling gritted his teeth with a look of disappointment. He was actually the clearest on the matter since Furo Wang had told him unless Mo Xing became immortal, that streak of bad luck was going to follow him.

Mo Xing, on the other side, curled his lip: "Get lost. Should I remind you? When the jack got knocked off, I clearly saw the corners of your mouth lift up."

"Alright, alright, what's the point in discussing this? I'm starving. I want steamed dumplings, soup dumplings!"

Mo Siqing sighed deeply, thinking that her man and his older brother were truly Top Grade—a Top Grade of talkative nuisances, gabbing non-stop, even more than old ladies.

Ye Ling took a deep breath and nodded: "Let's go, get in the car, we're heading to the first floor for dumplings."

The First Floor, known as the finest dumpling house in Bianjing, is not just a dumpling shop but a luxurious hotel.

Inside, they don't sell anything but dumplings and some simple side dishes, boasting a history of several hundred years. The place is always packed, and without a reservation, you can't even get a seat.

The two cars followed the navigation to the First Floor and parked in the parking lot before the four of them got out of the cars.

Looking up at the bustling First Floor among the street's lights, it was all brightly lit, surrounded by ancient architectural styles. This place was no exception.

"Tsk, tsk, I haven't even entered, and I can already smell the dumplings. Let's go, today I'm going to open my mouth wide and **** gobble up a whole steamer of dumplings, or I won't call it a day."

The four of them entered the "World's Number One Tower" with great enthusiasm. Inside the great hall, several classically beautiful women dressed in cheongsams greeted them with smiles, leading the group to their seats.

After ordering four baskets of buns and a few side dishes, the waitress gracefully left. Mo Xing rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "If their business isn't booming, it defies all reason."

"Look at their waitresses, damn, even prettier than the top courtesans some places have. Tell me, how can those who sell themselves not be as beautiful as those who sell buns, how can they compete?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling suddenly slapped his forehead. This guy is getting excited again, isn't he? He didn't know what to say.

As expected, Li Qi smiled slightly, "Mo Xing, I know you're quite the playboy, but I never thought that a mere glimpse at a waitress would remind you of a top courtesan."

"What's the meaning of 'top courtesan'? Tell me about it, for I genuinely don't know; I've led such a sheltered life."

Mo Xing gave an awkward laugh, "Well, top courtesan, it's just that—someone with a sign over their head, nothing else, hehe, hehe, hey look, the buns are here! Come on, let's eat!"

Seeing the waitress bringing over four steaming baskets of buns, Mo Xing looked as if he had seen a lifesaver, quickly standing up to alleviate the awkwardness.

The waitress carefully explained how to eat the buns, the special chili oil, vinegar, soy sauce, and so on, advising they mix them according to their individual tastes in a small dish and dip the buns in to eat.

Mo Xing felt his saliva flowing, but when he lifted the lid of the basket, he was stunned.

Damn it, nine buns to a basket, each as round and plump as a ping pong ball. What happened to his bold proclamations? What about his vow to eat an entire basket by himself?

Damn, a big guy like him could eat a basket without even feeling full; Mo Xing gritted his teeth, wondering why he had to be so stingy.

Mo Xing was indignant as he picked up a bun, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. The bun in front of him had thin skin, was loaded with stuffing, and was full of broth; otherwise, why would it be called a soup dumpling?

What mattered most was when Mo Xing picked up the bun with his chopsticks, holding it by the skin, it actually bounced as it was lifted, showing excellent elasticity.

Whoosh, Mo Xing looked at the bun, which reminded him of rubber, and he laughed, "Hey, this bun's pretty interesting."

With the chopsticks, he placed the bun on the plate, gently squeezed it, and the skin opened, letting the broth flow out. He blew on it, took a bite, and immediately was full of praise.

"Not bad at all, delicious, delicious! Come on, I'm going for another basket."

Mo Xing laughed heartily while Ye Ling slapped his forehead, "You embarrassing thief, don't admit you know me. I'll give you a hundred bucks; go find another table and get two baskets for yourself."

Half an hour later, the four of them had polished off a whopping eight baskets of buns, three side dishes, and six bottles of beer, leaving the tower with their bellies swollen like balloons.

"World's Number One Tower" was adjacent to the busiest street in Bianjing city, known as Bookstore Street. On either side of the street were bookshops and antique stores, with only enough road width in the middle for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder; it was lined with all the famous local snacks.

The group began to wander around; although they were already too full to eat more, the sight of the street snacks on either side suddenly made them drool again.

"Oh my god, I can't eat anymore, but I can't resist... Hey boss, give me a slice of honeyed beef!"

Mo Xing cried out in distress, transforming into a foodie in an instant.