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

The vixen frowned slightly, then waved her sleeve again, and the scene shifted again. This time, it was a bustling city at night, neon lights flashing, crowds of people surging, showcasing the bustle and bustle of the world. Couples walked hand in hand, their faces beaming with happiness. However, Jingkong remained silent, his eyes closed, his expression impassive, unmoved by the bustling scene before him.

The vixen's gaze grew sharper. She no longer reveled in the beauty of the human world, but instead began to weave scenes of hell on earth. The surrounding scene suddenly shifted: flames shot up into the sky, wailing echoed everywhere, civilians were displaced, and the land was devastated. The cruelty of war, the rampant plague, the spread of famine... scene after scene of human tragedy unfolded before Jingkong.

She had expected such a scene to stir Jingkong's compassion, but he remained impassive, his heart as calm as still water. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and serene, as if seeing through all illusions, reaching the essence of things. He whispered, "Everything in the world is the result of karma and reincarnation. My heart has entered the Buddhist realm, and I am no longer moved by worldly matters."

Seeing this, the vixen was overcome with a sense of inexplicable anger and frustration. Reluctantly, she waved her hands again, attempting to use even more powerful illusions to shake Jingkong's faith. However, no matter how hard she tried, Jingkong remained detached and calm, as if no illusions could touch his heart. The vixen finally realized that she was facing a truly calm and resolute Buddhist disciple, and that her magic was powerless before him.

Finally, the vixen reluctantly withdrew her hands, a flicker of resignation and awe in her eyes. She gave Jingkong a deep look, then turned and vanished into a shroud of resentment. Jingkong remained seated, his heart as still as if nothing had happened. He knew that all worldly phenomena were fleeting; only the wisdom and compassion of Buddhism were eternal.

With the disappearance of the fox spirit, the fog before Jingkong's eyes seemed to dissipate on its own accord. He stood up, not withdrawing his protective Buddhist shield. He moved forward cautiously. After this encounter, he realized his cultivation was still lacking. Fortunately, as a Buddhist practitioner, he had a natural ability to suppress ghosts.

"Oh, this Buddhist cultivator's heart is truly indestructible, like an indestructible body of diamond. No matter how wind blows or rain falls, it remains steadfast." Ming's eyes swept over the various spells cast by the fox spirit. Those spells were as brilliant as fireworks, but they failed to shake Jingkong's Buddhist heart in the slightest. It was as if his mind was protected by an invisible barrier, impervious to any external attack. A hint of disappointment flashed in Ming's eyes, and he clearly lost interest in this outcome.

However, the encounter between Gu Yanqing and Miao Yimo, facing some of the Nine Netherworld's most skilled warriors, caught her attention. Ming turned her gaze towards them, a complex emotion flickering in her eyes. Gu Yanqing and Miao Yimo seemed trapped, facing the Nine Netherworld's fiercest adversaries. Their situation seemed precarious. Ming wondered if these two young men could, on their own, break through the encirclement and defeat their enemies.

Ying Ni stared at the water mirror before her, forced to admit she had indeed rigged things a bit. She had visited the Nine Netherworld several times before, and when they were separated, she had used a fierce ghost to deliberately place them in different locations. That ghost was her chess piece, deftly manipulated by her, like an invisible hand, guiding them in her desired direction. As for where they would ultimately end up, it all depended on their luck. Ying Ni knew in her heart that the outcome of this game was still uncertain; anything was possible.

Gu Yanqing and Miao Yimo stood side by side, facing the ferocious faces of several ghost kings in front of them, but they did not show any fear.

Gu Yanqing held a longsword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as clear as autumn water. Behind him, thousands of golden swords appeared, each imbued with boundless spiritual power. They danced with his will, like a golden ocean churning amidst the gray surroundings.

Miao Yimo gripped a long whip tightly, its blade snaking like a snake, its tail crackling from time to time. Around him, countless poisonous insects danced, some as small as soybeans, others as ferocious as giant pythons. These insects obeyed his command like loyal warriors, ready to launch a deadly attack at any moment.

The ghost kings roared, emitting a deafening roar. Their massive bodies, shrouded in black mist, resembled demons from hell. However, Gu Yanqing and Miao Yimo were no match for them. Their coordinated movements, their swords and whips intertwined in a dazzling array of arcs, neutralizing the ghost kings' attacks one by one.

Golden sword shadows and poisonous insects danced, forming brilliant rays of light that illuminated the dark valley. Gu Yanqing and Miao Yimo's figures loomed in the light, as if they had become the masters of this world, and no evil force could stop them.

"Gu Yanqing, find a solution quickly. Otherwise, if we keep delaying like this, our spiritual energy will be exhausted and we won't be able to fight for long." Miao Yimo wielded his whip, repelling the Ghost King on his right, but a new enemy approached from his left. The Gu insects around him had already suffered heavy losses, which distressed him deeply. He had painstakingly refined these Gu insects, pouring countless efforts into them.

"Help me hold off for a while." Gu Yanqing knew the consequences of delay, so he retreated behind Miao Yimo and prepared to use his unique skills.

Miao Yimo had fought alongside Gu Yanqing for a long time and was well aware of his strategies. He bravely stepped forward to confront the Ghost Kings, buying time for Gu Yanqing to gather his ultimate attack.

Gu Yanqing, using Miao Yimo's cover, cast several seals on the golden sword, chanting an incantation. As the spell unfolded, the golden sword continued to splinter, eventually forming a golden sword wall. This wall served as a solid barrier, separating them from the ghost kings.

Gu Yanqing leaped in front of the sword wall, swung the golden sword in his hand, and tens of thousands of sword shadows shot out from behind him, attacking the ghost kings. Miao Yimo's pressure was instantly relieved, and he stepped aside, hastily recovering his spiritual power.

Facing the rain of swords that continued to fall from their heads, the ghost kings cast their respective spells to resist. They waved their weapons, trying to resist this sudden attack, but the sword rain was as dense as raindrops and difficult to completely resist.

"Gu Yanqing, completely destroy them." Miao Yimo immediately warned, noticing the Ghost Kings' spirit power had greatly weakened. He had already seen their weaknesses and knew this was the best time to completely defeat them.

Gu Yanqing also realized that the Ghost Kings were nearing their limit, and immediately launched a fatal attack: "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!" With his command, tens of thousands of sword shadows fell like meteors, surrounding the Ghost Kings. The sword shadows danced in the air like a magnificent dance, and finally destroyed the Ghost Kings completely.