The Silly Immortal Lord Comes Down to Overcome His Tribulation - Chapter 5

“Master, someone is missing you again. Master, someone…” A phone rang.

Bai Mo picked up his phone and, seeing that the caller was his good friend Song Yu, answered.

“Song Yu, you disappeared as soon as the holidays started. Where did you run off to?”

Bai Mo heard the sound of sea breezes over the phone.

He immediately stood up. “Damn! You went out to sea without calling me.”

“Oh, come on, I was afraid of disturbing your mushroom cloud research! Besides, brother, you know your face—you’re the center of attention wherever you go. You’ve got to leave a path for your brother to survive.”

Bai Mo listened, subconsciously touching his own exceptionally handsome face, and felt a bit better inside.

“Spit it out, what’s up?”

“Can’t I call you just to chat? This is just your brother’s daily greeting, checking up on you.”

“Checking up on what?”

“Checking to see if you’ve found someone who interests you. Ever since I’ve known you, you’ve never looked at those beauties for more than a second. I’m worried that maybe you’re… you know, not capable in that department. It just so happens that I met an expert in that field while I was out here; he just got back from abroad—a medical Ph.D. Should I have him take a look at you?”

Bai Mo’s hackles rose. “Damn it, stop meddling in things you know nothing about! Relax, brother here is perfectly normal. If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”

“Wait, wait~ hold on, I’m not finished yet…”

Bai Mo had no interest in listening any further and hung up the phone with a sharp click.

Hmph~ bad mood. Only delicious food can make up for this.

“Lightbulb, let’s go. Take you out to eat some fish.”

Over the past three years, Bai Mo had truly stopped searching for that “tribulation-bringer.” Between high-end restaurants, taekwondo classes, and running to the research institute to experiment with explosives, his time had been very fulfilling.

Inside the research institute, Bai Mo looked at a pile of failed experiments.

[Tu-tu, take these inside to keep them from causing trouble or hurting others.] Even though these were rejects, they were still powerful enough to blow up a building; he couldn’t leave them stacked here.

The Painting of a Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains swiped them all away with a shwoosh.

[Trying to maintain your ‘genius’ image, are you? What a lame excuse.]

Bai Mo: [Exactly. A genius cannot have so many failures lying around. You’re the one who has to clean up my mess.]

Bai Mo packed his things and walked out of the institute building, looking up at the dark, overcast sky where lightning flickered within the clouds.

“Which colleague is undergoing a tribulation now?”

Zzzzt! A bolt of lightning struck down toward Bai Mo.

Boom!

“Ah! You’ve got to be kidding, I’m a mortal now, I’m not ascending! Don’t strike me!~” Bai Mo quickly side-stepped behind the door. Luckily he moved fast, or he would have been done for.

After a while, Bai Mo saw that the lightning in the clouds had vanished. It was about to rain, and since he didn’t have an umbrella in his bag, he needed to get to the parking lot quickly.

Bai Mo tried to walk out, but the moment he stepped past the door:

Zzzzt! Another bolt of lightning struck down.

Boom!

Bai Mo retreated back inside just in time. He looked up at the sky and roared, “We’re all gods here! Stop picking on me! I don’t want to leave this place yet—I’ll come back and have tea with you in a hundred years!”

Bai Mo didn’t dare to step out recklessly.

[Tu-tu, can you teleport me to the car?]

Painting: [You want to pull a ‘poof and disappear’ act in front of so many security cameras?]

Bai Mo: [Not here then—what if we go further inside?]

Painting: [No way. I’m afraid of getting struck by lightning too.]

Bai Mo thought about it, and realizing it really wasn’t feasible, he took out his phone and dialed Song Yu again. It rang several times before the other side picked up.

“Hello.”

Bai Mo heard a lot of noise on the other end. “Where are you?”

“At a bar. Do you want to come?”

Bai Mo looked at the sky.

“Yeah. Come to the research institute and pick me up.”

The other side of the phone was silent for a long moment. “Fine. Just wait, I’m coming to pick you up right now.”

Bai Mo hung up the phone and waited behind the door for about twenty minutes. The rain had started pouring down, and soon he saw a Pagani supercar driving toward him.

The car stopped about ten meters from the main gate, and a fashionable-looking, handsome face popped out the window. Song Yu saw that he had parked the car, but the person was still standing there, unmoving. What was he doing? He picked up his phone and called back.

“Brother, is the rain too heavy? Can’t you see I’m here? Hurry up and get in.”

“Your eyesight is what’s bad can’t you see I’m waving for you to drive closer? I don’t have an umbrella,” Bai Mo said, looking at the car in the rain.

“I want to drive up, but look at those steps they’re higher than my car’s chassis! Wait there, I’ll come over and pick you up.”

Song Yu hung up, searched the car for a while until he found an umbrella, and then opened the door to get out.

Song Yu walked over and asked, “Where’s your driver?”

“Asked for leave to go back to his hometown,” Bai Mo said as he stepped under the umbrella, thinking to himself: With a mortal by my side, let’s see if you dare to strike again.

Song Yu noticed Bai Mo glancing at the sky every so often.

“This rain won’t stop for a while. Get in the car.”

Bai Mo followed Song Yu to a high-end bar. He wondered when this place had turned into a bar—he remembered it being a French restaurant before. He ignored the gazes that followed him from the moment he walked in; he was used to being the center of attention. He calmly walked to the bar, found a seat, and asked Song Yu, who was following behind him:

“Whose place is this?” In their Southern City, if you talked about who had the most money, his family was second, and no one dared to claim first. Anyone who could afford to open a bar like this had to be from one of the families in their circle.

Song Yu gave a thumbs-up and pointed at himself.

“You?” Bai Mo was a bit surprised.

Song Yu sat down next to Bai Mo. “What? Can’t I? The place isn’t too bad, right?”

Bai Mo gave Song Yu’s shoulder a heavy pat.

“You’re alright! You’ve really done it now. What trick did you use to get your old man to agree to this?” Their families were from political backgrounds; their elders were not as open-minded as the modern generation.

Song Yu rubbed his shoulder and said, “He didn’t agree. But I didn’t want to go home and inherit the family business as soon as I finished school—that would be so boring. I want to venture out while I’m still young; if I go bankrupt, it won’t be too late to go back. So, I asked my grandfather to support me. What do you want to drink? This round is on me.”

Bai Mo didn’t know much about wine, so he asked the bartender, “What’s the most expensive thing here?”

“Martell, sir,” the bartender gave Bai Mo a bright smile.

“Fine, give me a glass.”

The bartender glanced at Song Yu.

Bai Mo was displeased. “My boss just said I could have whatever I wanted didn’t you hear him? Besides, is he better looking than me? Why do you keep looking at him?”

The bartender was suffering internally. You are better looking, but he’s the one who pays my salary! Seeing his boss nod, he went off to prepare the drinks with peace of mind.

“Brother, you’re good-looking, but you’re already twenty-one, I bet you haven’t even touched a woman’s hand, have you?” Song Yu teased.

Bai Mo looked around his surroundings and challenged Song Yu: “Is it hard for me to hold a woman’s hand? I could do it in a minute. As long as I’m willing, who in this place wouldn’t be happy to hold my hand? Can you do that?”

Song Yu refused to be outdone. “I actually can. You forget, I have the ‘superpower of cash’.”

Bai Mo accepted that. Aside from their faces, they could also rely on their family’s wealth to get close to people.

“Where’s your girlfriend? Why didn’t you bring her?”

Just then, the bartender brought over the drink Bai Mo had ordered and thoughtfully served Song Yu the brandy he liked.

Song Yu swirled his glass, his expression unchanged. “We broke up.”