Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City Chapter 602 612: A Worldview without a World

For eight hundred years, the Imperial Capital has nurtured countless mighty overlords who have summoned storms and called for rains across this vast land of Divine Land.

The very air here teems with an imperial purple aura, speaking of a place that, through the rolling wheels of ti, has filled with splendor and sha. The feng shui here has been among the finest for centuries.

Countless feng shui masters have exhausted their hearts and souls for that palace, all for a single thought of the ruler of the ti.

And now, Ye Ling and Mo Siqing stood on the highest floor, overlooking the Imperial Capital that had hidden countless heroes and villains, taking in the dazzling splendor before them.

"For so many years, who knows how many have dread of sitting in that throne in the great hall, yet only a few ever did."

"And now, any random person can go in with a few tens of dollars and get a taste. I really don't know if it's a great mockery to them or not," Mo Siqing couldn't help but laugh. Today, she wore a black lace-trimd long dress that was mysterious yet seductive, bewitching yet cold.

Ye Ling laughed upon hearing this, "What we are experiencing now is just a visit, while those emperors of the past truly sat high above, powerful enough to wash the world in blood due to a single fit of anger, their power was different."

The feeling is different, thus the effect is naturally not the sa. This position is not for just anyone. An ordinary person, even if thrust into this position without the genuine talent and effort, will inevitably et a bone-crushing end.

"I'm positive, if you, my husband, were to travel back in ti, you could definitely conquer a magnificent Jiang Shan!"

In her heart, her man was the most outstanding in the world, without peer. If not, how could he be worthy of Mo Siqing, or match so many high-spirited and proud won?

"Heh, little beauty, I don't know about this pretty boy with you going back and conquering territory, but if us brothers went back, at the very least we would be made kings."

"It's such a waste to see soone as beautiful as you mingling with this pile of manure. How about it, consider hanging out with us instead?"

Three guys with dyed yellow hair, chewing gum with their hands in their pockets, laughed arrogantly, their eyes fixated on Mo Siqing.

Upon seeing Mo Siqing's impressive figure, they couldn't restrain from whistling, true hooligans through and through.

Ye Ling looked coldly at them, with that sort of behavior, thrown back to ancient tis, they wouldn't survive even three days, let alone be kings. They'd probably only amount to grave mounds at most.

"You want to hit on ? And in front of my man? Fine, let's hear about your assets then. Let's see if any of you are worthy."

Mo Siqing smiled slightly, pushing out her chest, its firmness vaguely apparent, completely bewitching the three guys who had never seen the bigger world.

"Well, my family is just so-so, I own a jewelry store. See the Bodhisattva made of jade around my neck? One point five million. Tell you what, if you were with , I'd let you wear sothing different every day," said one of the guys with curly yellow hair pompously. He had a family fortune nearing a hundred million, a veritable mber of the upper class in his county.

"I'm different from him, I own a bar. The business is booming; no helping it, I have lots of friends. I make a couple million a year, small money," another guy lit a cigarette believing himself to be handso and cool, but when a security officer walked towards them with a grim expression, the guy quickly laughed awkwardly, putting out the cigarette with a touch of panic.

Ye Ling imdiately found amusent, these guys were really quite funny. Could they be jesters sent by monkeys?

"I may not be as rich as them, but my dream is to go abroad and wander around soday. When I have the ti, I'll buy a plane ticket myself, go to Europe and sit quietly by a lake for a while. After all, one needs to learn to rest—that's my worldview."

Another one spoke with a feigned artistic vibe, but their actions were so repulsive that they lacked any hint of naturalness.

Ye Ling was even more amused, "Your worldview? Kid, not to burst your bubble, but have you seen the world? If you haven't seen the world, where does this worldview co from?"

"Enough, calm down your furious brains and go ho. This place isn't for you."

As they spoke, Ye Ling turned to leave with Mo Siqing. Seeing this, the three of them were instantly panicked, thinking, damn it, we've been talking for such a long ti—were you just toying with us?

Don't forget, in ancient tis we would have been the type to have tombs enshrined—ah, spit, I an to beco kings. And yet you dare to look down on us.

The three exchanged glances and decided to teach Ye Ling a lesson, and of course, if they could capture Mo Siqing's heart in the process, that would be an added bonus.

But just as the three were rushing towards Ye Ling's retreating figure, suddenly a few n clad in black clothes stopped them in their tracks.

"What's this? Who are you, and why are you blocking our way? Scram!"

"Trying to scare us? Let tell you, my dad knows a few friends in the Imperial Capital as well, ever heard of Golden Third from the Forty-nine City? He's been my dad's buddy since they were kids!"

These burly n scoffed at the three idiots, shook their heads, picked them up, and dragged the miserable trio away.

Mo Siqing's bodyguards, their job specifically to deal with such blind fools, were just doing their duty.

Walking out from the Imperial Capital of an eight-hundred-year-old dynasty, they laughed at the sight of the slowly flowing traffic and the bustling crowd.

"Husband, did you miss ?"

Mo Siqing turned around, looked at Ye Ling beside her with a soft smile, her voice coquettish, catching Ye Ling by surprise.

But Ye Ling just laughed, all too aware of what was on the mind of the enchanting kitten next to him: "Heh, got Spring fever, have we?"

"I've got it, what about you?"

Mo Siqing was unashad, a unique behemoth of the Imperial Capital who dared to do and bear responsibility, a formidable woman.

Ye Ling nodded, "The Imperial Capital Hotel, let's go have so fun."

With those words, the pair headed for the Imperial Capital Hotel. About fifteen minutes later, Ye Ling and Mo Siqing arrived at the hotel's swimming pool, which was empty because the manager had cleared it out.

When the manager found out that Ye Ling and Mo Siqing were coming, he was both thrilled and terrified—who was the biggest na in the Imperial Capital these days?

Of course, it was Ye Ling. Who else could it be? With one of the city's most prominent heirs dead and another missing, Ye Ling shouldered a military star, becoming the youngest general in Huaxia.

In the world of the streets, rumors and legends about him were incredible and magical.