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

A thick cloud of thunder quickly gathered in the sky, as if a mysterious force roiled within, brewing a devastating storm. Deep within the clouds, the power of thunder and lightning surged like raging dragons, roiling endlessly in the darkness. From time to time, a dazzling flash of lightning would burst forth, piercing the sky and illuminating the entire earth. The lightning's brilliance was as bright as daylight, momentarily illuminating the surroundings with a brightness as bright as day, only to be plunged into darkness again, a constant reminder of the unpredictable and powerful forces of nature.

Pedestrians on the ground quickened their pace upon seeing this scene, expressions of terror on their faces. They hurriedly sought shelter, hoping to escape this sudden thunderstorm. People on the streets fled in all directions, some taking refuge in nearby shops, some crawling into roadside vehicles, and still others seeking any shelter they could find. A tense atmosphere hung in the air, as if a disaster were about to strike. People's hearts were filled with anxiety and fear, praying that the thunderstorm would pass quickly and not bring further disaster.

Shan Zhizhi sat in his office at the Security Bureau, gazing out the window at the sky, his eyes filled with unpredictable emotions. He muttered to himself, "Niannian, the commotion you've created is a bit too spectacular, but don't worry. Since I promised your father to protect you, I will ensure your safety, no matter what secrets are hidden behind this thunderstorm."

"Tushan, monitor all aspects of the situation immediately and report to me immediately if anything abnormal occurs." Shan Zhizhi's voice echoed in the office, sounding firm and powerful.

At the same time, in an ancient Taoist temple deep in the Shu Mountains, an old man with silver hair and dressed in a green Taoist robe slowly opened his eyes that seemed to see through everything in the world. His gaze was deep and bright, as if it could penetrate all the fog and see through all the mysteries of the world.

"Who dares to offend Heaven?" the old man muttered to himself, a hint of doubt and worry in his voice, as if he were pondering some intractable puzzle. His brow furrowed slightly, revealing his inner uneasiness and contemplation.

A Maoshan Taoist priest, who was exorcising an evil spirit, suddenly stopped his magical instrument. He keenly sensed an unusual aura in the air. His brow furrowed slightly, his heart filled with confusion. He muttered to himself, "Oh, which senior master has brought this calamity upon himself?"

In another corner of China, a woman dressed in gorgeous traditional Miao clothing stood quietly by a window, her gaze similarly captivated by the rolling thunderclouds outside. A flicker of determination shone in her eyes, as if she were engaging in some kind of silent dialogue with the thunderstorm.

Her Miao attire was vibrant and intricately embroidered, and her headdress, inlaid with silver, shimmered softly in the dim light. Her posture was as unwavering as a bamboo tree, unwavering even in the raging wind and rain. Her face wore a calm expression, as if she had long since grown accustomed to the violent and unpredictable nature.

The thunderclouds outside the window grew thicker, with lightning and thunder roaring, as if telling some ancient and mysterious story. And she, amidst the roar of thunder, listened quietly, as if she could interpret some deep meaning of nature from it.

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The whole city seemed exceptionally quiet in this sudden thunderstorm, as if all life was waiting for some unknown ending.

Ying Ni reappeared in the courtyard, her figure particularly mysterious in the hazy moonlight. Facing Liao Tong, she stood silently, like an insurmountable mountain. Thunder churned behind her, making it impossible for Liao Tong to discern her expression. The scene suddenly fell into silence, as if even time had stood still.

"It seems that Mr. Ying has obtained an extraordinary opportunity." Le Tong broke the silence, his voice was particularly clear in the silence.

Ying Ni restrained her aura, turned her head, and looked back, witnessing the incompetent and furious Tian Dao. Then she quickly returned to her original seat and sat down. Her movements were smooth and graceful, as if each one had been carefully choreographed.

"You know he isn't?" she asked, a hint of doubt in her voice, as if she was searching for an answer.

Ying Ni still had questions about Emperor Xin, and the man before her seemed to have the answers. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation, as if she were waiting for an answer that would unravel the mystery within her.

"I don't know, but I have some guesses," Liao Tong replied. Although he had lived in this world for many years, always far removed from worldly affairs, this didn't mean he was completely ignorant of the world. His eyes gleamed with wisdom, as if he could see through everything.

"I made a deal with him." Ying Ni told Tong frankly that she had reached an agreement with Emperor Xin. There was a hint of determination in her voice, as if to show Tong her determination.

"Oh, I'm curious about what kind of deal Donor Ying made. Could you please let me know?" Liao Tong asked with a hint of curiosity. His eyes flickered with anticipation, as if he was waiting for an answer that would solve the mystery in his heart.

"I'm sorry, but he and I have already made a solemn oath between heaven and earth. This is the most sacred promise between us, so I cannot reveal this to you."

"In that case, I shall not stay here for long. Mr. Ying, please take your leave now. I will not see you off."

Although Le Tong felt extremely disappointed when he heard Ying Li's refusal, he also knew that the oath between heaven and earth was sacred and could not be violated. It was the most solemn promise between them and no one could break it.

"Liaotong, are you planning to return to Xuanming Continent?"

Ying Ni was about to ask someone to leave when she suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Le Tong retracted his hand that was about to ring the bell and asked, "Do you have a way to help me return to Xuanming Continent?"

Ying Ni smiled slightly and shook her head, "No, I can't help you."

Le Tong suppressed the smile on his face, and a hint of anger appeared in his tone, "My friend, are you teasing me?"

"Monk, our cultivation may experience a drop in realm, but what about the world?"

Ying Li did not directly respond to Tong's question, but instead made this thought-provoking statement, as if implying some deeper meaning.

"Could it be..." An ancient legend surfaced in Le Tong's mind. He gazed into Ying Ni's clear eyes and suddenly felt that the possibility was extremely high. It seemed that he had to re-evaluate his plan and could no longer stand by and watch as before.

"Amitabha, thank you for your guidance."

Liao Tong clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully to Ying Ni. "No need to thank me. Since we've already met, it's fate, a destiny."

Ying Ni drank the tea in the cup, turned around and left, leaving behind a mysterious back.

"Please wait a moment, what are your plans for the future?" Le Tong was touched after hearing Ying Li's words. Seeing that she was about to leave, he hurriedly asked.

Ying Ni heard the call and turned around, "Me?"

In Letong's anticipation, Ying Li looked in one direction, as if looking at the road to the future.

Her words revealed a sense of freedom and determination, as if she had seen through the troubles of the world and only wanted to pursue the peace and freedom in her heart.

"When this matter is over, I intend to become a free landlady, no longer bound by the laws of nature."