Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

They had also previously received complaints from other guests who had called to say that in the next room, it was like ghosts wailing and wolves howling, voicing strong protests.

But when they entered the room, they were completely stunned; this wasn't ghosts wailing and wolves howling, it was like the aftermath of a world war.

The most crucial thing was, there were two men in the room. If you said these two guys had some sexual orientation issues, that wouldn't be right either – how would you explain the broken lights above?

The only explanation was that these two guys had been fighting here, and the fight had been very intense!

"Buddy, isn't this a bit too much? Everything breakable in the room is broken, right? Damn, even the glass is shattered, you've severely affected other guests' cultivation, and your behavior has caused us great losses,"

"All these damages, you must compensate for yourselves; otherwise, I will represent the company and sue you!"

Hearing the manager's words, Mo Xing walked up to him with a gloomy face: "I think, it's you who needs to give me an explanation. I want a perfect explanation!"

The manager was taken aback and then burst into laughter: "Oh my, you're killing me here! Are we really doing this, and you want me to give you an explanation?"

"You've turned this room into this mess, what explanation can I give you? I won't say much, just compensate for the room damages, and I'll get you guys a different room now."

The manager immediately felt amused. This guy must be crazy, asking us for compensation; has he lost his mind?

"This room is haunted! My woman was possessed by a ghost, and if it weren't for my friend having some skills, it could have been a serious incident. I'm telling you, if you don't give me a clear explanation today, this isn't over!"

Mo Xing said fiercely, with a belly full of fire. He had heard that hotels were the dirtiest places, prone to evil encounters, but he never imagined he would encounter one himself.

After listening to Mo Xing, the manager was dumbfounded. What, haunted?

"Um, buddy, you're joking, right? How could there be ghosts here? You need evidence to make such claims, or else I'll have to sue you for defamation," the manager said, his voice clearly lacking confidence.

Ye Ling saw through the pretense and nodded: "In that case, we'll call the press and news people over and make a report."

"We can also pull the surveillance video. Even if there's no camera inside the room, I reckon this matter won't end up as an enigma."

Ye Ling said coldly. The manager on the other side quickly offered a forced smile and waved his hands: "Um, two friends, let me just call my boss for instructions."

With those words, the manager hurriedly left, while the waitstaff behind him exploded in a flurry of agitation, all with ashen faces: "Look, I told you so, there's something wrong with this room, and you wouldn't believe it."

"Damn it, stop talking, I'm getting goosebumps all over. Hey, do you think it's the spirit of that woman who committed suicide before?"

"Shut up, if the boss finds out, he'll fire you for sure; the boss said not to talk about it."

Ye Ling's ears were incredibly sensitive; having heard this conversation, he immediately smiled. It seemed there were indeed some stories behind this place, and many people must know about them.

Mo Xing naturally had heard as well. His hearing was much better than that of an ordinary person – after all, he was a revered elder of the Golden Core Stage.

"Let's wait and see what explanation the hotel will provide."

Ye Ling shook his head. Mo Xing nodded; they could only do so much for now. However, the frustration he felt inside was still hard to quell. Damn it, how had he stumbled upon such a depressing situation.

Could it be that I really am cursed with bad luck, causing anyone associated with me to suffer the consequences?

Ye Ling, who was nearby, seemed to have noticed Mo Xing's confusion. He walked over and patted his shoulder, "Have you heard the saying, 'After extreme bad luck comes good fortune'?"

"There's no need to comfort me, really. All I know is that I've brought a lot of trouble to those around me."

Mo Xing shook his head dejectedly, but Ye Ling just laughed, "I'm not comforting you at all, I actually envy you. Seriously, I've never seen someone who can break through without cultivating."

"Like I've told you before, everything you're going through now will pay off in the end."

"Believe me, after the clouds clear the bright moon will appear. Your experiences are probably something Shenfeng and Ye Wudao would die to have. Besides, can this one event really prove it's all because of you?"

Ye Ling patted Mo Xing's shoulder again and then went back to the room to change clothes; they still had to negotiate with the hotel, and it wouldn't do to show up without getting dressed.

After Ye Ling left, Mo Xing took a deep breath, slapped his cheeks, and thought about his luck in the past decades, having never experienced such a run of misfortune.

But ever since he got some damned strength, his streak of bad luck tormented him nearly to death.

Sometimes, Mo Xing truly felt like this strength was just a burden. He even thought about digging it out and becoming an ordinary person again.

Yet, this strength also made him obsessed. Power and authority are what men have always pursued, aren't they?

Just as Ye Ling had said, what I considered misfortune may very well be a huge bug in the eyes of others, something countless people longed for and awaited eagerly.

"Yeah, who am I, Mo Xing? I am one of the renowned Four Young Masters of the Imperial Capital, and now only two of us remain standing strong!"

"What bad luck? It can't knock me down. Crap, people say they don't believe in destiny, but I actually do believe it today."

"My destiny is to emerge from hardship to joy. When I become an immortal one day, I will definitely piss off all those bastards, hahaha!"

Why do they say that Mo Xing is the prime example of someone with a loose screw? A few words of self-comfort had instantly opened his heart.

In that moment, he had an epiphany, and a clear spark flashed in his eyes. Slowly, he closed them.

A mysterious aura enveloped him. Ye Ling, who had just changed clothes and walked in, was astounded, "Holy shit! No way, just a few words and you've freaking broken through again?"

In the early stage of Tribulation Transcending, Mo Xing had now reached the early stage of Tribulation Transcending, leaving Shenfeng and Ye Wudao, who had reached the Golden Core Stage, far behind.

And this aura made it clear there was still more power to come. Ye Ling's teeth itched with envy, "I'm truly impressed. Furo Wang, the heavens striking you down seems well-deserved indeed!"

Ye Ling sighed, pointed a single finger, and a terrifying power instantly enveloped the whole room, preventing anyone from entering.

Then Ye Ling walked out, and the manager hurried over, "Our chairman is waiting for you in the office. Shall we go over and discuss things?"

Ye Ling nodded. 'Discussing' was just a way to keep themselves and others quiet, after all.

"Let's go then. Oh, and no one is allowed in this room. I won't take responsibility for any accidents that happen."