Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Liu Qiao'er soon woke up. After being cleansed by Spiritual Power, she looked like a celestial maiden amidst the flowers, pure and lovely, graceful and elegant.

The other women also gradually woke up, but Wang Shufen was the last to do so, and the Houtian impurities in her body had not been completely eradicated.

After all, she was a woman over fifty, with too many years' worth of accumulated filth. Even so, Wang Shufen still seemed to have transformed, markedly different from before.

The somewhat gray hair she had previously was now completely gone, her hair dark and glossy.

The wrinkles on her face had almost all disappeared. Without exaggeration, Wang Shufen looked as if she had rejuvenated by twenty years, but that was as far as it went.

Ye Ling, not ready to give up, had Wang Shufen be the first to jump into the bathtub filled with Five-Colored Divine Light infused water, brimming with intense life force of heaven and earth.

After ten minutes, Wang Shufen came out, but the result still made Ye Ling feel somewhat disappointed. Wang Shufen's path in cultivation seemed a bit hopeless.

Wang Shufen seemed to realize it and patted Ye Ling's shoulder to comfort him. "It's okay, son. I'm already very content as it is, and I bet this will make quite a few people jealous."

"Mom, rest assured. Believe in me, I will definitely set you on the path of a True Cultivator," Ye Ling promised earnestly.

Ye Ling's Cultivation was steadily progressing. After all, with his previous life's Cultivation and mindset intact, he simply needed to absorb Spiritual Power; there were no bottlenecks.
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Once he broke through to the Golden Core Stage or even higher realms, Wang Shufen's issue would be a minor one, easily resolved with just a wave of the hand.

"Actually, I've never dreamt of immortality. I'm just an ordinary village woman, and I don't have such grand ambitions. If I lived that long, I think I'd die of boredom," Wang Shufen said with a light laugh.

"You, if you really want to make me happy, just hurry up and give me a few grandkids to hold. Alright then, I'm tired. I'll go rest a bit," Wang Shufen said, patting Ye Ling's shoulder with a smile.

After she spoke, Wang Shufen turned and went back into the house, leaving Ye Ling feeling introspective. Indeed, he realized he might have neglected his mother's feelings, as if assuming that everyone would be attracted to the idea of immortality.

Shaking his head, Ye Ling stopped pondering over it. Instead, he had the women take turns jumping into the bath and began to pass on Divine Skills to see if any of them had an affinity for the Immortal Realm.

But the results were beyond Ye Ling's expectations—none of the women reached the threshold of a True Cultivator, not a single one!

Could it be that the current age was no longer suitable for cultivation?

But that couldn't be right. Where did all those Innate and Houtian Martial Artists come from, if not through cultivation?

Suddenly, Ye Ling realized something. These women were too old, and moreover, they were from the secular world, where the methods of the Immortal Realm seemingly didn't apply. More importantly, the Spiritual Medicine he had grown was too commonplace, and the diluted Spiritual Power produced was simply not enough to support their official entry into the path of cultivation.

"I see!" Ye Ling nodded, understanding that identifying the problem was half the solution.

This foundational groundwork was vital. Though the women had not succeeded in beginning their cultivation, they had laid an excellent base. In the future, once Ye Ling found some heavenly and earthly treasures, it would be simple to have them start cultivating.

Of course, these women were oblivious to all this. They only knew that they felt transformed, spirits lifted, seemingly with endless energy within them, and they moved with such lightness as if they could fly with just a jump.

"Haha! I've become an immortal. I'm going to fly!" Lin Yuqing declared with joy, waving her arms as she ran towards the window, about to leap out and fly.

Startled, Ye Ling quickly pulled back this simple and cute girl, his face filled with fear. "My dear lady, have you gone mad?"

"Can't I fly? Am I not an immortal now?" Lin Yuqing asked innocently.

Ye Ling slapped his forehead, "Let me tell you, you're in the stage of laying the foundation now, not even at the Houtian Realm yet."

"Beyond Houtian is Innate, beyond Innate is Foundation Establishment, and only when you've reached the Foundation Establishment Stage can you be considered to have truly set foot on the path of cultivation, and only then can you fly in the sky," Ye Ling explained patiently.

A group of women nodded repeatedly, but their expressions were somewhat gloomy, as they still couldn't fly.

If Ye Ling knew what they were thinking, he would strangle them. Did they really think people capable of flying were as common as turnips, easily found everywhere?

Despite this, the group of women was quite excited. After all, they could personally feel significant changes in themselves, akin to a complete transformation.

However, the mood chilled a bit afterward, as several of the women turned their gazes towards Ye Ling.

Their message was clear - spill the beans, where did a few more women come from? You're not being honest, are you?

Ye Ling took a deep breath and managed a bitter smile, "This is it; there are no more. If you want to stay, stay. I won't force you if you don't."

After finishing his sentence, Ye Ling shook his head and walked over to sit down on a sofa in the hall, his face full of sorrowful expressions. In reality, his ears were pricked up, listening intently to the discussion inside.

"If you dare to eavesdrop on our conversation, all of us will leave. Don't believe it? Just try!" Suddenly, Shen Yuexin's voice sounded right beside Ye Ling's ear.

Ye Ling shuddered, damn it, when did she find out his hearing was so good? She even indirectly threatened him.

Ten minutes later, several women came out, all looking sternly at Ye Ling.

Lying on the sofa, Ye Ling felt goosebumps under the women's stares, and his mouth trembled, "If you're going to kill or flay me, just say it. Don't look at me like that; it scares me."

Shen Yuexin glanced at the others and then said solemnly to Ye Ling, "From now on, without our permission, you are not allowed to philander. Otherwise…"

"And, it's time to change houses. Otherwise, with so many sisters, we won't even have a place to live. I still have a manor that's empty; let's move there tomorrow."

Ye Ling was overjoyed after hearing this, stood up, and was about to hug and kiss Shen Yuexin, but she blocked him.

"Lastly, you have to hand over all your wealth to us. From now on, even if you want to buy a pack of cigarettes, you'll have to ask us," Shen Yuexin added another condition.

Ye Ling was stunned, his face turning into that of a bitter gourd. What did this mean? Was his financial power being stripped away?

"Well, I'd like to ask, how much is my pocket money per month?" Ye Ling rubbed his palms together and asked.

The women looked at each other, "Five yuan a day, disbursed weekly."

Ye Ling suddenly stood there stunned, with tears welling up in his eyes, "Five yuan? That's not even enough to buy a pack of White Sand cigarettes!"

All his hard work over half a year, and just like that, back to square one. These women were ruthless.

To think, a billionaire like himself had come to this state. It was unbelievable!

Oh heavens, oh earth, have pity on me, the most miserable Immortal Emperor in history!