Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Originally, Ye Ling hadn't intended on taking Lin Hua's life.

People, you know, can't always resort to violence, scaring the flora and fauna isn't nice now, is it?

But Lin Hua, time and again, posed a threat to Ye Ling, even going so far as to ask the Netherworld's gate to take out a hit on Ye Ling not once, but twice.

This truly enraged Ye Ling. Fine, the first time I gave you a chance, but this Lin Hua didn't appreciate it—actually went and put up another hundred million to take my life.

Bastard, is my life really worth so little to you?

If Ye Ling were to let Lin Hua go again, he himself had nothing to fear, but now, he had many to protect—Wang Shufen, Liu Qiao'er, Shen Yuexin, and others. He couldn't afford the slightest mistake.

So, it's either his fellow daoists' lives or his own. Besides, it was a daoist who'd tried to kill him multiple times. Put yourself in his shoes, would you let them off?

Upon hearing Ye Ling's words filled with murderous intent, Lin Hua's body shuddered, and he hurriedly roared, "Ye Ling, name your price, as long as you spare me."

"You can't kill me! My mother is Feng Yuting, and my Lin Family is not to be trifled with. If you spare me, I promise, I will bear no grudge against you ever again!"

"Just let me go, five hundred million, no good? One billion, two billion, I promise I won't even call the police!"

After listening, Ye Ling glanced at Zang Hua; both couldn't help but laugh. Was this a threat to him?

What a joke. What Lin Family, what Feng Yuting? Either of the two of us, taken out, is worth tens of thousands of nuclear bombs in the secular world, afraid of revenge?

"Tsk, tsk, your words do tempt me. Had it been a month ago, I certainly would have let you go. But now, well, I also have about fifty or sixty billion, so I really don't need the money," Ye Ling said, touching his chin, seemingly troubled.

"Wife, how much money do you have? If we're short, let's just take his money," Ye Ling looked at Zang Hua.

Upon hearing this, Lin Hua seemed to latch on to a lifeline, pleading desperately, "Yes, Miss Zang Hua—no, madam Zang Hua, your job is too dangerous, you probably don't make much money."

"You tell me how much you want, I'll give it to you, then you won't have to toil so desperately anymore!"

Zang Hua looked at Ye Ling after hearing this and shrugged her attractive shoulders: "I'm not short of money either, having saved up a bit over a hundred billion in these past years."

Over a hundred billion, Lin Hua inhaled sharply, feeling somewhat out of breath, his eyes even turning green with envy.

How much capital does a big family like his own have?

To think that even an assassin could outdo him, with over a hundred billion, is she talking about Japanese paper money or African currencies where you need to carry a sack just to buy a piece of meat?

In reality, normal people can't comprehend, but the profession of an assassin is inherently high-risk. One slip and it's game over, and no amount of money can be enjoyed then.

Besides, Zang Hua was a top assassin of the Netherworld's gate, with almost S-Class strength.

Each of her missions, minus the share taken by the Netherworld's gate, earned her billions. As Zang Hua strived towards becoming an S-Class assassin, after ninety-nine high-pay missions, she had already amassed a fortune of over a hundred billion.

Ye Ling sighed deeply, "Lin Hua, there's nothing I can do, even the heavens aren't on your side."

"You belong to the kind that weaves their own misery, otherwise, how could you have ended up in such a state? Had you given me that five billion earlier, wouldn't all this have been avoided?"

"Wife, use your green, shiny blade, give it to him quick. After all, we took over ten billion from the guy; let's call it paying for a swift end," Ye Ling finished speaking and turned to leave.

Zang Hua nodded, pointed her toe, and a sharp blade silently slid out of her high heel and pierced straight into Lin Hua's heart.

Thud, Lin Hua collapsed onto the ground, feeling a rapid onset of numbness throughout his body, followed by convulsions as his pupils dilated gradually.

"Ye Ling! Even as a ghost, I won't let you off!" After a ferocious roar, Lin Hua lay on the ground, his face turning dark, foaming at the mouth, lifeless.

Moving into the darkness, Ye Ling showed not a flicker of emotion, "Even as a ghost, you won't let me go?"

Even if you were the lord of hell, how would you dare come for me?

After leaving the Deep Blue Community, Ye Ling exchanged glances with Zang Hua, pretending to be casual, "Where do you plan to go?"

"Where do you want me to go? By killing my employer, I've betrayed the Netherworld Sect, and now I'll probably face their relentless pursuit," Zang Hua said with a light smile, seemingly not concerned about the perilous situation to come.

Ye Ling was taken aback, "Now that you've broken through to the Innate Realm, you still fear the pursuit from the Netherworld Sect?"

The Innate Realm, in the entire secular world of Earth, no, it should be said in the path of martial cultivation, should be considered a legendary realm.

Zang Hua's expression turned serious, "No, you know too little. The Netherworld is clouded with strong figures, with not less than ten Innate cultivators."

"As for the strongest among them, the Sect Leader of the Netherworld, known as Yan Jun, his strength is unfathomable, and he should have reached your realm long ago."

Yan Jun, a Foundation Establishment Stage powerhouse?

In this Age of the End of Dharma, could there possibly be a birth of a real True Cultivator?

Ye Ling looked at Zang Hua, whose expression was slightly grave, and couldn't help but laugh, wrapping his arms around Zang Hua, "Don't worry, no one can bully my woman. If anyone dares, I'll personally pluck them bare!"

Zang Hua lifted her head to look at Ye Ling's serious face, tiptoed, and gently kissed his cheek.

Her heart was filled with boundless emotion, this is what a man should be.

"My embrace will always be your shelter from wind and rain, a safe haven, forever!" Ye Ling said softly as he held Zang Hua in his arms.

But Zang Hua said with a cold laugh, "We? How many more sisters do I have?"

After hearing that, Ye Ling's face turned awkward, "You heard wrong, look at you, a mighty Innate cultivator, and you misheard me. How beautiful the moon is tonight."

Zang Hua didn't speak, and Ye Ling looked up at the dark starry sky covered with thick clouds, the corners of his mouth twitching incessantly.

"Who was it that just told me, it's a perfect night for murder with this dark and stormy weather?" Zang Hua's eyes were sharp as knives, causing Ye Ling to quickly dodge.

Zang Hua sighed deeply, "Husband, you should realize, we are completely different from normal people; it's normal for us to live one or two hundred years. Have you thought about the future?"

Her words made Ye Ling startle, indeed, not to mention himself, even Zang Hua, who had already broken through to the Innate Realm, living a couple of hundred years was nothing unusual.

But what about Liu Qiao'er, how long could she live?

At this thought, Ye Ling made up his mind, embracing Zang Hua ardently.

"Let's go, your husband will take you to settle this matter!"

The two vanished into the thick night, and as for Lin Hua's death, with both their cultivation levels and Zang Hua's seasoned experience, this case would remain unsolved for a lifetime.