The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

As night fell, all was silent. The sky seemed a deep velvet, quietly spread out beneath the boundless sky. Suddenly, two dazzling rays of light pierced the sky like sharp swords, instantly illuminating the entire darkness.

A ray of light pierced the sky, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, spreading slowly with gentle yet resolute power. That light seemed to hold endless hope and vitality, drawing one's gaze upwards, a strange feeling welling up in one's heart.

Then, a second ray of light arrived. Unlike the first, which was gentle and warm, it carried a fiery intensity and passion, blazing like a blazing flame. This ray of light streaked across the night sky, leaving a long trail, like a torch held by a god, illuminating the path ahead. Its appearance shocked the entire world, and people stopped to gaze at this incredible scene.

The two beams of light shone against each other in the sky, interweaving to form a magnificent picture. As they approached the ground, they separated in an instant and disappeared from people's sight.

China

On the shores of the vast East China Sea, stands a towering mountain, akin to an ancient guardian, weathering the vicissitudes of life yet remaining unshaken. Atop the mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist, lies a fairyland, evoking a yearning for the place.

Amidst this misty wonderland, a classically elegant building quietly emerges, a dazzling pearl between heaven and earth, radiating an enchanting light. Built into the hillside, its structure is meticulously arranged, and every brick and tile reveals the rich history and exquisite craftsmanship of its craftsmen.

The roof of the small building is covered with golden glazed tiles, which gleam in the sunlight like golden fish scales. Under the eaves, various exquisite carvings are carved, including auspicious dragons and phoenixes, and unicorns offering blessings. Every detail is so lifelike that it makes people stop to admire and marvel.

The building's main structure is constructed of mahogany, a wood that has aged over time, becoming even more mellow and smooth like jade. The doors and windows are inlaid with exquisite wood carvings, creating intricate yet harmonious patterns that exude a unique artistic beauty. Whenever a breeze blows, the doors and windows sway gently, creating a melodious sound that resembles the sounds of nature, bringing peace and tranquility to the mind.

Before the ancient and stately building stands a towering main gate, a silent guardian in the long river of history, quietly telling of the glory and vicissitudes of the past. This main gate is not only the only way in and out of the building, but also a mysterious door connecting the present and the past. Above it hangs a simple and heavy plaque, weathered by wind and rain, yet still shining brightly, as if telling the story behind it to every traveler who stops to gaze.

The plaque bears the inscribed characters "Jiuzhou Pawnshop." Each character, like a dragon emerging from the sea, emanates an indescribable power and beauty. Unlike the gentle and delicate Chinese script, the handwriting is imbued with a ruggedness and boldness, as if penned by a seasoned and worldly-wise sage. Transcending the boundaries of time and space, they seamlessly blend the ancient charm of tens of thousands of years with modern aesthetics, leaving one in awe and inspiring endless reverie about an unknown era.

According to historical records, the Jiuzhou Pawnshop has existed since ancient times and was one of the most renowned pawnbroking institutions of its time. It not only witnessed the joys and sorrows of countless people, the ups and downs of fate, but also witnessed the profound changes and evolution of Chinese civilization. Behind every pawned treasure lies a hidden, untold story; and every pawn and redemption, like the turning of the wheel of fortune, inextricably linked people's destinies.

Atop a pavilion, a woman stood quietly, gazing into the distance. She was clad in a dress as white as snow, like the first rays of pure, flawless light at dawn, gently draped across her shoulders, untainted by the slightest trace of worldly vanity. The fabric was delicate and soft, dancing with the breeze like flowing clouds, exuding an otherworldly freshness and elegance, as if nothing in the world could compare. On the lapels, delicate embroidery patterns shimmered in the interplay of light and shadow, like the softest starlight in the night sky, quietly scattering across the untouched white, adding a touch of mystery and grace to this pure beauty.

The woman's hair was elegantly tied high atop her head, a few strands of fine black hair cascading down, complementing the delicate silver ornaments around her neck, creating a soft and mysterious glow. Her face was pure and ethereal, like a fairy descended to earth. Her eyes revealed a touch of melancholy and gentleness, like a beauty stepping gracefully from ancient poetry, carrying a hidden secret, quietly recounting the mists and splendor of a bygone era.

Through her eyes, she saw the surging waves of the East China Sea, their whitecaps rolling, like a magnificent scroll slowly unfolding before her eyes. Nearby, lush forests surrounded her, birds chirping and flowers blooming, presenting a vibrant scene. This scene was breathtaking, a testament to the interplay of nature's uncanny craftsmanship and human ingenuity.

Behind her, however, lies a different landscape. From the windows of the skyscrapers, lights, like stars falling into the mortal world, are arranged in a staggered pattern, outlining the city's outlines with both clarity and haziness. These lights complement each other, forming a dazzling ocean that draws people involuntarily, forgetting the hustle and bustle of the day and the fatigue.

Neon lights flickered on the streets, adorning the nightscape with vibrant colors. Shops, restaurants, and bars of all stripes lit up their signs, beckoning passersby to stop and linger. Laughter, music, and the clatter of traffic intertwined to create a vibrant urban symphony.

However, before this, this place was a deserted group of unfinished buildings. After just a few decades, it has transformed into the prosperous scene before us.

Ying Yao turned gracefully, and anyone standing behind her would have witnessed the intersection of two worlds. On one side lay the everyday scenes of the mortal world, while above this, another realm quietly emerged—the realm of the spirit. Here, ghosts hovered above the streets, various demons inhabited the buildings, disciples of immortal cultivation sects wandered among them, and those mysterious beings, beyond the Three Realms, spoke of indescribable existences.

Two brilliant beams of light streaked across the sky, instantly capturing not only the woman's attention but also the attention of numerous powerful factions within China, including Mount Shu, Mount Mao, the Miao Village, and the Tianji Pavilion. Almost simultaneously, these factions unleashed their respective mystical techniques, attempting to discern the true nature of the two beams.

Ying Ni gently tossed five copper coins. Had the experts within the Tianji Pavilion witnessed them, they would have recognized them as the coveted Five Emperors' Coins: the Qin Ban Liang, the Han Wu Zhu, the Tang Kaiyuan Tong Bao, the Song Yuan Tong Bao, and the Ming Yongle Tong Bao. The five coins landed gracefully on the coffee table beside her, spinning endlessly until they finally came to a stop, revealing a hexagram.

Ying Xuan tapped her phone screen and sent a message to a designated chat group. Then, she slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window on the other side and gazed at the distant scenery. Gradually, her thoughts seemed to travel through time and space, and she saw herself, freshly returned from the world of immortal cultivation. Originally, her dream was simply to become a leisurely landlady, enjoying a peaceful and comfortable life. However, reality forced her to shoulder her due responsibilities.

When someone picked up Ying Li's phone, they were greeted by the bustling activity in the WeChat Chinese Psychic Group. The source of all this activity was a brief but powerful message from Ying Li: "Everyone, the time has come."