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

Despite Gu Qingxiao's formidable strength, the Ghost King's moves were strange and unpredictable, leaving him unable to predict them. After several clashes, Gu Qingxiao gradually felt overwhelmed. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the strange fire he possessed. With a single thought, a blazing flame erupted from his palm, charging towards the Ghost King.

When the Ghost King saw the strange fire, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes. He knew the strange fire's power well, so he didn't dare to take it head-on. With a flicker of his body, he fled into the distance. Seeing this, Gu Qingxiao couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He had originally wanted to challenge the Ghost King to a duel, but he hadn't expected the Ghost King to be so cunning, fleeing at the sight of the strange fire.

Gu Qingxiao sheathed his sword and used the strange fire to surround himself in a fireball. He then sat quietly on the ground to regulate his breathing. After recovering, he quickly stood up and continued to search for the next Ghost King. His purpose in entering the Nine Netherworlds was to improve his cultivation and accumulate combat experience.

Thus, in this silent Nine Netherworld, a strange scene unfolded: a cultivator, longsword in hand, pursued a Ghost King relentlessly. The Ghost King desperately fled ahead, and though the cultivator, unable to catch up, refused to give up, pursuing another Ghost King, and so on. Recently, word spread among the Ghost Kings' circle that a cultivator possessing a strange fire was constantly challenging them, seeking battle.

"Pfft..." With a soft laugh, Ming saw the ghost kings of the Nine Netherworlds in the water mirror begin to avoid Gu Qingxiao. Ming couldn't help but laugh out loud. Visitors who had entered this place before were devoured by them. Even the luckiest escaped with their souls shattered after trying their best. However, avoiding someone like this, like a cat teasing a mouse, was unprecedented.

Ying Li also had an expression that was difficult to look at. During all the time they were together, she had not realized that Gu Qingxiao was such a combative person in private.

Tu Shansong stumbled into a horde of demonic beasts. After a long, bloody battle, he unleashed a cleansing technique and escaped the blood-soaked battlefield. He stumbled along the desolate mountain path, a chilling wind gusting around him, as if countless invisible hands were groping in the darkness. Despite his unease, he never faltered, until a dark figure suddenly leaped from the darkness, its roaring ghostly voice shattering the stillness of the night.

Tu Shansong felt a chilling chill creep into his bones, and then his vision went dark, and he lost consciousness. He felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, surrounded by pitch black, with only the occasional whispers in his ears, like the whispers of thousands of dead souls.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in an antique boudoir, elegantly decorated yet tinged with an eerie, otherworldly aura. A woman dressed in gorgeous, ancient costume, with a face of stunning beauty yet a touch of sorrow, sat quietly beside the bed, gazing at him tenderly.

"You're awake." The woman's voice was like the sound of nature, but it carried an indescribable chill. "I am the owner of this mansion, and I am also your bride."

Tu Shansong was stunned. He tried to struggle to his feet, but found himself bound by invisible chains, unable to move. He looked down and saw a faint glow flowing through his meridians, clearly sealed by someone with a profound cultivation technique.

"You...what did you do to me?" Tu Shansong's voice became hoarse with fear.

The woman smiled slightly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes: "In order to keep you by my side forever, I have no choice but to do this. Don't worry, I will treat you well and make you the happiest person in the world."

Tu Shansong looked at the beautiful yet terrifying woman before him, and an unprecedented despair welled up in his heart. He knew that he was now imprisoned, and escaping would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

To keep Tushan Song submissive, the woman cast a puppet on him, forcing him to obey her commands. Although his body was controlled, Tushan Song's consciousness remained clear. He knew his injuries hadn't fully healed, so he had to pretend to be controlled.

Tu Shansong watched as the woman guided him through the preparations for the wedding. He then donned his bridal tuxedo, mounted his majestic horse, and set off from his bridal chamber to meet his bride at another location. Along the way, Tu Shansong carefully observed his surroundings. By the time he arrived at the woman's location, his injuries had healed somewhat. Despite this, he took no heed, instead continuing with the established rituals, proceeding step by step.

Meanwhile, Tian Suanzi's figure was ghostly, sometimes lurking in the shadows, sometimes swiftly darting through the dense forest. A mysterious smile perpetually adorned his face, as if everything was under control. Just as he was about to accelerate, he encountered a wedding procession. He stepped aside to observe and discovered that the groom leading the procession was Tu Shansong. Without revealing himself, he quietly followed.

Deep within the Nine Netherworld, Gu Qingxiao, clad in a black robe, weaved through the murky mist. His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, fixed firmly on the looming Ghost King ahead. Catching up to the Ghost King became his single-minded obsession. Every step he took was unwavering, vowing to confront that figure head-on.

At that moment, a clear light suddenly burst forth from the depths of the mist, like the breaking sun at dawn, instantly dispelling the surrounding haze. Gu Qingxiao quickly looked up and saw Jingkong, clad in white, like an immortal descended to earth, surrounded by a gentle Buddha's light, appearing incredibly solemn. Their gazes met in mid-air, and for a moment, countless words seemed to be exchanged in silence. Jingkong swiftly acted, restraining the figure. Seeing this, the Ghost King immediately employed his Shadow Escape technique, vanishing without a trace.

Gu Qingxiao stepped forward and stood side by side with Jingkong: "Together?" Jingkong nodded in agreement, and the two of them headed deeper together.

Elsewhere, Hong Gu, clad in a crimson gown, her face as beautiful as a blooming flower, held Mu Ya's hand tightly as they journeyed through desolate landscapes. Mu Ya's eyes gleamed with curiosity and anticipation as she followed closely, each step filled with a thirst for exploration and a desire for the unknown. When Hong Gu learned that Mu Ya was here for training, she meticulously protected her along the way while also deliberately arranging for her to face powerful opponents to enhance her combat experience.

Farther away, Gu Yanqing and Miao Yimo walked side by side, their steps steady and powerful, each one a rhythm all their own. No words were needed between them; a single glance was enough to read each other's thoughts. Their shared goal, their unwavering faith, held them together. No matter how many obstacles lay ahead, nothing could stop them from moving forward.