Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City Chapter 570 580: Gonna Die

Last night was almost the happiest event in Ye Ling's entire life. Of course, it also beca Ye Ling's worst nightmare.

As it turned out, happiness wasn't easy to co by; it required being tempered through a thousand hardships. Otherwise, it was the beginning of a nightmare.

"Oh heavens, strike down these life-sucking, remorseless fairies and save , a kind soul."

Ye Ling really wanted to scream out loud, but he had forgotten that outside the courtyard of Prince's residence, he had threatened the heavens themselves. He figured it was a stroke of luck that lightning hadn't struck him down.

Shivering, Ye Ling had just gotten up when a group of won rubbed their groggy eyes and sat up.

"I want to go have so soup."

Ye Ling shuddered: "Is this supposed to be fun? What kind of creatures are you all? Anyone who dares to co at , watch how I take you down, each one into the pot to be dealt with in no ti."

Swoosh—a pair of hands quietly appeared at Ye Ling's ankles and then abruptly yanked hard. Ye Ling felt his arms forcefully raised.

Whoosh, whoosh—in a flash, his entire being disappeared like a streak of light on the spiraling stairs. Of course, at this mont, the so-called Ye Ling was full of grievances.

Six or seven won, early in the morning, had dragged Ye Ling to do morning exercises once again, leaving him trembling all over and raging to the extre.

Damn excuses! These few won had actually pulled out the excuses he used to make.

The next day at noon, Ye Ling, accompanied by Wang Shufen, was driving a Jeep on the highway, heading straight to his ancestral ho, Ye Village, without a mont's pause.

Ye Village was the hotown of Ye Ling's father, a very small village. Of course, its na was quite literal; most of the villagers bore the surna Ye.

In the village, Ye Ling's paternal family was considered one of the wealthier households, especially the family of Ye Ling's father, who was the youngest of five brothers, the so-called "youngest spoil."

Screech—the black Jeep pulled off a sharp swing tail maneuver and parked directly in the courtyard of a house, which lay desolate with overgrown weeds and dilapidated buildings.

The entire courtyard was filled with desolation and sadness, uninhabited for years, it had lost all signs of life.

Once out of the car, Wang Shufen couldn't help but well up with tears as she gazed at her forr ho, which held mories of more than a decade.

Ye Ling also got out and patted his mother on the shoulder: "Where's our first stop? I need sothing like my dad's spirit tablet, sothing that contains his soul."

Only by taking an item containing the person's soul could Ye Ling deduce the location; without it, it was simply impossible.

Wang Shufen took a deep breath and nodded, "Let's go, we'll head to your eldest uncle's house first."

Ye Ling nodded, and the two of them got back into the car, slowly driving towards the house of Ye Ling's eldest uncle, his father's older brother. On the way, Wang Shufen gazed out of the car at the passing scenery, lost in her thoughts without speaking.

In a fresh two-story courtyard, two Volkswagen cars worth over two hundred thousand each were parked. This was the residence of Ye Ling's eldest uncle.

Ye Jianjun had two daughters and a son. Both daughters had married into fairly good families in the city, and his son had just graduated, staying at a unit in the city thanks to the connections of his brothers-in-law.

Well, in a place like Ye Village, this sort of family background was enough to make countless people envious.

Being a public servant puts one above others in such places, and Ye Jianjun often bragged about how considerate his sons-in-law were, coming to visit him with loads of expensive liquor.

Of course, this invoked the envy of many, so Ye Jianjun inevitably beca sowhat arrogant and his son also gradually held his head high among his peers.

Ye Jianjun's family was eating and chatting inside the house, and he looked at his decent sons-in-law with nods of approval.

It was a blessing that his daughters were beautiful, inheriting his genes, or else how could his family achieve such a future? At best, they would be slightly better off in the village.

His sons-in-law, one with a wealthy father and the other a modest leader in the city, were the sort of people many fawned over.

"You should co ho more often when you're free, to see this old man. It's not that far, and it would spare from missing you all the ti," said Ye Jianjun earnestly, sipping from his wineglass while his sons-in-law and daughters nodded in agreent.

"Dad, don't worry, we'll co back more frequently when we can," said Ye Chong, Ye Jianjun's son, who had just started his career in a governnt departnt, buoyed by the support of his brothers-in-law and perhaps a touch arrogant.

"As long as you're happy, that's what matters. In life, isn't it all about seeking happiness and a peaceful family existence?" Ye Jianjun said with a smile, his words eliciting more nods from the sons-in-law.

It was at this mont a black Jeep suddenly parked outside the courtyard, the sound prompting surprise among the family mbers. Ye Chong stood up, looking bewildered at the Jeep parked outside.

"A Jeep?" Ye Chong was montarily puzzled. Who could this be? His family didn't seem to have any relatives wealthy enough to own such a car.

Upon hearing this, his brothers-in-law scoffed with disdain: "A Jeep, just a few hundred thousand. Really nothing to make a fuss over, fine to have for fun."

"Yeah, no big deal. When it really cos to driving, it probably doesn't have the presence of our cars," another comnted dismissively.

Ye Jianjun couldn't help but laugh, but when he caught a glimpse of two figures outside, he was startled, and a shiver ran through his heart.