Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

"Get lost!"

Han Qingxin rolled her eyes and said, "The money is here for you, 100,000 yuan. Count it carefully, and if it's all correct, I'm leaving."

"Hey, let's chat for a bit more!" Ye Ling said.

"I have no interest in chatting with a pervert like you," Han Qingxin said.

"Damn it, if it weren't for protecting you, do you think I'd open the door without any clothes on? Do you think I want you to see me?!" Ye Ling rolled his eyes exasperatedly.

Han Qingxin felt that was true, but then she remembered the sight of Ye Ling's enormous figure and immediately thought that he was just making excuses for himself.

"You're not going to count it? If you don't count it, I'm leaving, and don't bother me about this matter anymore," Han Qingxin warned as she was about to walk away.

Ye Ling didn't stop her; after all, you can't force something that's meant to be sweet. He figured there would be plenty of other opportunities to pursue this little lady.

However, Han Qingxin came back after walking away for a bit.

"What now? Bringing me more money?" asked Ye Ling.

"Keep dreaming!"

Han Qingxin's eyes shifted as she said, "How about this—I hire you as my bodyguard for a monthly salary of 1,000 yuan. You don't need to follow me all the time, just be on call when I need you. How about that?"

"1,000 yuan? Are you treating me like a beggar?" Ye Ling rolled his eyes.

"But... but I just started working, and my monthly salary is only 2,700 yuan. I still need to eat, buy clothes, cosmetics, get my nails done, fill up the car with gas, and…" Han Qingxin pouted her lips, looking pitiful as she spoke.

"Alright, alright, alright, stop there."

Ye Ling waved his hand and said, "1,000 yuan is really too little. I can bump into a wealthy second-generation and come away with 100,000 yuan for the trouble."

"So it turns out you're into scamming people, huh? Hurry up and hand over the money!" Han Qingxin huffed.

Ye Ling immediately hugged the 100,000 yuan cash, pulled out one bill, put it to his mouth, and grinned at Han Qingxin, saying, "Want it back, huh? Come and get it then. But you're only allowed to use your mouth."

"In your dreams!" Han Qingxin said disdainfully.

"Okay, you can leave now. This handsome guy has other things to do, and I won't see you out," Ye Ling said.

"Oh come on, please help out. My monthly salary is really low. It's pretty good if I can save 1,000 yuan already!"

Han Qingxin suddenly ran over, grabbed Ye Ling's arm, and shook it continuously.

A faint scent of a young girl wafted into his nose, and Ye Ling was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected Han Qingxin to act coquettishly.

But it was obviously feigned.

"Don't you have so many bodyguards? Why do you insist on having me?" Ye Ling asked.

"Compared to you, those bodyguards are beyond weak. The key point is that you're handsome! It's pleasing just to look at you," Han Qingxin said earnestly.

Her words were actually true. In terms of both capability and appearance, Ye Ling was streets ahead of those bodyguards with their pretentious sunglasses and wannabe attitudes.

"Fine, 1,000 yuan works, but you have to let me kiss you first."

Ye Ling said with a grin, and his big mouth moved in closer.

"Get lost!"

Han Qingxin immediately ran to the door while throwing out a business card, saying, "It's settled then. I have your number, and this is my business card. You better not be absent when I'm being bullied. I'm such a beautiful lady, you wouldn't bear to see it, right?"

After finishing, Han Qingxin ran off into the distance.

Ye Ling picked up the business card from the ground, shook his head and sighed, "Ah, I spent my last life in cultivation, and now in this life, I have to be a bodyguard for someone. It's a tough life!"

"But being a bodyguard for a beauty, that's not too bad."

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As he spoke, Ye Ling saved Han Qingxin's number onto his phone.

"Now that I have money, it's time to get a new phone. This ancient thing can't even load the news; I want to keep up with what's happening on Earth."

After getting dressed, Ye Ling took 50,000 yuan and left.

He first bought a new phone, and then Ye Ling went to open a bank account, which he would definitely need in the future.

Next... it was time to buy some materials for pill refining.

In the memories of the previous Ye Ling, money was a very valuable thing... just like the Spirit Stones in the Cultivation Realm and the Immortal Crystals in the Immortal Realm that Ye Ling used in his past life.

On Earth, without money, you couldn't get anywhere.

Just take the matter of the previous Ye Ling being dumped by Liu Fei for example. If the previous Ye Ling had money, he wouldn't have been dumped by Liu Fei, nor would he have been hit by Han Qingxin, and he wouldn't have reincarnated...

"Damn, thinking about it this way, I really shouldn't bother making money!" Ye Ling exclaimed, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Of course, that's just talk. Money still needs to be made.

How else to pick up girls without money?

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Ye Ling took a taxi to the city center of Donghai City, to a well-known herbal medicine store.

"Good day, sir. What can I help you with?" A clerk immediately approached.

"I'll just take a look first," Ye Ling said.

"Alright, if you need anything, just let me know."

Ye Ling walked around the counter, now and then picking up one thing to sniff at it, then another, which left the clerk quite astonished, thinking to herself could this handsome guy also be well-versed in Chinese medicine?

The spiritual medicines from his past life had entirely different names from the herbs here, and those here were all dried, whereas the spiritual medicines from before were fresh. Ye Ling had to rely on his sense of smell.

After making a full circuit of the counters on the first floor, Ye Ling hadn't found the spiritual medicine he was looking for.

With Ye Ling's experience, just by smelling, he immediately knew the age of these herbs, not one of them was over ten years old, yet their tags all claimed at least twenty years, which was complete nonsense!

In his past life, Ye Ling used the lowest grade spiritual medicines that were all over a hundred years old. Although he knew that spiritual energy was scarce on Earth, and spiritual medicines were almost impossible to find, Ye Ling had already lowered his expectations. Still, the situation was fuckin' terrible.

"Do you have anything better?" Ye Ling asked without exposing the issue, addressing the clerk.

"What kind of herbs are you looking for, sir?" the clerk asked with a smile.

"What's the best spiritual... I mean, herbal medicine you have here? Bring them out for me to see," Ye Ling said.

"The best ones?"

The clerk sized up Ye Ling, thinking internally that if the best was what he wanted, could he even afford it?

He had been working here for quite a while. Those who came to buy medicines were either rich or noble, driving either a BMW or a Mercedes. This guy, dressed in cheap street market clothes, wanted the best?

Ye Ling glanced at the clerk, frowning, "You think I can't afford it, right?"

The clerk was not afraid of Ye Ling knowing his thoughts, and his smile faded as he said, "Sir, the best herbal medicines we have are eight kinds, all more than a hundred years old, starting at 30,000 yuan per gram. Would you want them?"

"Shit, I really can't afford that..." Ye Ling was left speechless.

But Ye Ling really wanted to see what this 30,000 yuan per gram stuff looked like. If it was barely enough for his pill refining, he'd borrow money to buy it.

"Bring them out for me to look at," Ye Ling said.

"I'm sorry, sir, we can only bring them out if you're going to buy. If not, let's not bother," the clerk said, impatiently.

Ye Ling instantly got angry, "What the hell do you mean? Doing business without showing the goods to the customers? What the fuck kind of business are you running?!"

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