Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 668 - 677: Who Lives and Who Dies? (45th Update!)

Gentle sunshine, lush green grass, and four children screaming their heads off.

Ye Ling's entire family, young and old, were sitting around chatting, while Xiao Hei was swimming carefreely in the pool—of course, Ye Ling's several fathers-in-law still had no clue what this creature was.

After all, it was a True Dragon, and he was still worried about frightening the two elderly relatives; what if it stirred up another case of "Ye Gong Being Fond of Dragons"?

Today, Han Weiguo and his wife, along with Ning Guoqiang and his wife, didn't come; it was just their family, they hadn't even let the nanny follow.

The four little ones crawled over to Xiao Bai, each one brash enough to grab a tuft of fur and then gave a fierce tug.

Xiao Bai was in pain, but dared not to cry out; it was afraid—what if it frightened the four children? Kids are easily scared, after all.

"Lin Ping, Lin An, Mu Lang, Xiao Lin! What are you four doing? Planning to kill your Uncle Xiao Bai? Get back here, all of you."

Ye Ling sighed; these four were too mischievous, clambering all over Xiao Bai, tugging on its fur and fiddling with its nose and eyes.

The four little ones were stunned, and then they suddenly looked wronged, sitting on the ground with tears plopping down, leaving Ye Ling at a loss—what the hell were they doing, putting on an act?

These four were clever; Ye Ling knew it all too well — 'like Father, so goes the Son' after all. Each one of these little ones was an innate Oscar-winner with profound acting skills.

Seeing the four little ones in tears, Wang Shufen and Ye Tian hurried over, each picking up one, and the rest of the women also rushed over.

"Ye Ling! If you scare my grandkids again, I'll break your legs—damn brat, are you throwing a tantrum?"

"Brat, I'm going to fight you today—good boy, Little An, watch how your grandpa deals with that brat."

"Honey, they were just joking around with Xiao Bai, and Xiao Bai doesn't even mind. Why are you raising your voice? What do you mean by that?"

"Exactly—exactly. I'm not even complaining. Like a dog trying to catch mice, it's none of your business. I like it when my nephews and nieces tug at my fur; what does it have to do with you?"

Ye Ling was taken aback—hey, hey, hey, you guys, especially Xiao Bai, you're really shameless, aren't you? I was trying to defend you—Heck, I should pluck you bald; you damn animal!

Ever since he had kids, Ye Ling changed his self-referential term from 'Young Master' to 'Your dad'—after all, he was a father now, couldn't stay unseemly; 'Your dad' sounded much more domineering.

And just then, Mo Xing walked in with Li Ke, seeing the four children with tears streaming down, their hearts ached unbearably.

"Oh, my darlings, who bullied you? Let Uncle Mo do him in—who's this? Who dares to make my precious nephews and nieces cry?!"

Ye Ling took a deep breath and pointed at Li Ke: "Li Ke, can you keep an eye on your man, please? You're married now, why does he still talk like that!"

In the six months, a lot had happened; Mo Xing and Ye Wudao both got married, meanwhile, Shenfeng had been dating Bingbing. Their relationship was growing stronger, and they were planning on getting married as well.

"I can't do anything about him, that's how he is, you know that. But Ye Ling, why are you messing with the kids? See, you've made them cry."

Li Ke shook his head and said, infuriating Ye Ling—who puffed out his cheeks and glared. Seeing their father getting so worked up, the little ones giggled.

Those giggling kids almost seemed to mock him, making Ye Ling grind his teeth—these little brats, daring to laugh at their dad. Did he have any authority left in his house at all?

Ye Ling and Mo Xing stepped off to the side, taking a seat on chairs and lighting a cigarette. Mo Xing patted Ye Ling on the back. "I say, Ye Ling, you threw Ye Fei over to the West, aren't you afraid something might happen to him?"

Ye Fei wasn't in Huaxia; Ye Ling had tossed him to the West, and on top of that, he frequented the war-torn South Africa, undergoing training amidst gunfire and slaughter.

Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders. "It's fine, Hongchen is with him. If it weren't for this half year, could he have broken through to the middle stage of Golden Core, huh? All of this is good for him."

"Besides," Ye Ling continued, "Hongchen can also take the chance to temper his Mortal Tribulation. It is said that he's already broken through to the middle stage of Tribulation Transcending. What's not to like?"

Mo Xing nodded. "In this half year, the brothers have all been cultivating rapidly. Even Wudao and Shenfeng have reached the peak of the Golden Core. It's really unexpected."

Ye Ling shook his head. "That might not be something good. I have this feeling that a crisis is about to strike."

A crisis?

Ye Ling was a mighty Divine Infant Middle Stage cultivator, nearly invincible across the world. Did he face a crisis? Of course, he did!

Xuantian Palace and Divines Hall, two terrifying powers, either of which presented an absolute crisis. The strongest among them were at least at the Divine Infant Late Stage, or even the pinnacle of Divine Infants.

"So, what do you plan to do? Got any strategies?"

Mo Xing, too, had become much more stable. Everyone had changed, each progressing greatly in just half a year's time, losing their former sharpness in favor of composure and steadiness.

Ye Ling shook his head. "We'll deal with soldiers when they come and cover up water with earth when it arrives."

Suddenly, Ye Ling's eyes lit up, and he tossed a "wait here" to Mo Xing before his body quietly vanished. Mo Xing was already used to his secretive ways and wasn't surprised.

Midair, a figure stood hovering, smiling faintly. As soon as he saw Ye Ling appear, he walked up and embraced him, patting him on the back.

"Thank you, my good brother. I'd never imagined we'd share a common fate. It's quite ludicrous."

"Who would have thought that the two strongest beings within the Immortal Emperor Realm would both end up transmigrated. It's hilarious."

The speaker was none other than the Heavenly Emperor, the one who had successfully awakened the memories of Donghuang Taiyi.

He had awakened his memories and spent this half year accepting all the memories and other information. He hurriedly sought out Ye Ling.

"Tsks, Divine Infant Late Stage. Seems I've outpaced you. Nine Tribulations, you need to be careful – the Lord of Xuantian Palace has emerged from seclusion!" said the Heavenly Emperor slowly. Ye Ling nodded. "Don't call me Nine Tribulations. My name is now Ye Ling."

"If he comes out of seclusion, so be it. It's yet to be determined who will live and who will die, who will command the lands!"

With his heroic spirit soaring to the skies, Ye Ling, having seen his fill of strong competitors and faced countless life-and-death situations, was not one to overreact to the emergence of the Lord of Xuantian Palace.

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The Heavenly Emperor nodded. "In that case, I won't say more. I'm returning to the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves. If I get wind of the Lord of Xuantian Palace making a move, I'll do my best to eliminate them for you. If he takes personal action, I will also arrive in the shortest time possible."