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

"This fox's luck is truly indescribable!" Ming stared at Tu Shansong, who was forced into marriage, and shook his head helplessly. "Of all the places he encountered, he happened upon a pack of blood wolves, then was attacked by a fierce ghost, and finally was forced to marry a ghost. What a tragic fate."

Ying Ni noticed that, except for Tu Shan Song and Tian Suanzi, everyone else had already advanced. So, she turned her attention to Tu Shan Song's water mirror. The scene in the mirror continued: Tu Shan Song led the wedding procession to the mansion, with Tian Suanzi, disguised as the last servant in the procession, following closely behind.

Under the inky darkness of night, Tu Shan Song stood alone in the center of a dilapidated courtyard. Beneath the moonlight, his bridegroom's attire stood out. It was a resplendent garment embroidered with golden dragons and phoenixes, yet at that moment it seemed strangely heavy, as if burdened with an endless burden of fate and sorrow. His gaze was hollow, as if drawn by some force. Only the flickering puppet mark on his forehead revealed a strange red glow. In the silent night, Tu Shan Song seemed a forgotten figure, his presence a stark contrast to the desolate courtyard.

Not far away, a female ghost, clad in a red phoenix coronet and robe, slowly approached. Her figure swayed gracefully in the night, but her icy eyes shone with an endless chill. A strange smile curved her lips, as if she had seen through everything. "My dear, tonight is our wedding day." Her voice was hollow and distant, as if emanating from the netherworld. It echoed in the silent courtyard, as if telling a poignant and beautiful legend unknown to the world.

As the ghost girl finished speaking, Tu Shansong mechanically raised his hands like a manipulated puppet and knelt with her in homage to heaven and earth. However, as the two of them bowed, Tu Shansong's eyes suddenly sharpened, and a powerful force erupted within him. He struck out swiftly, his palm brimming with spiritual energy, striking the ghost girl's chest hard. The ghost girl let out a shrill scream and retreated, her resentment noticeably weakened. The scene unfolded like a drama, a struggle between life and death. Tu Shansong, seemingly a puppet at the mercy of fate, revealed his unknown strength at a crucial moment.

At the same moment, the courtyard was suddenly illuminated by a dazzling light, the radiance emanating from the Heavenly Thunder Formation meticulously laid out by Tian Suanzi. Thick bolts of lightning danced freely in the air like dragons, tightly enveloping the entire courtyard, forming an impenetrable barrier of lightning. Tian Suanzi's figure loomed amidst the lightning, his eyes tightly closed, his hands rapidly forming seals in the air, seemingly concentrating on controlling the mighty power of the Heavenly Thunder Formation.

Under Tian Suanzi's precise control, lightning rained down like a torrential rain, aiming directly at the already severely injured female ghost. Although the female ghost struggled to resist, she was unable to recover from the continuous and fierce attacks of the Tianlei Formation. Finally, under the continuous bombardment of the formation, she gradually dissipated into nothingness, as if she had never existed.

Inside the courtyard, thunder and lightning clashed, flames blazed, and the scene was awe-inspiring. Tu Shansong stood still, his gaze fixed firmly on the spot where the female ghost had vanished, without a trace of hesitation or wavering. He knew full well that today would have only one outcome: either the female ghost's utter destruction, or his own death. Meanwhile, Tian Suanzi continuously manipulated the Heavenly Thunder Formation until every last trace of evil was completely purged, leaving no trace. When all fell silent, the courtyard was reduced to ruins, leaving only the two lonely figures standing silently in the night, as if narrating the fierceness and extraordinary nature of this battle.

"Are you okay?" Tian Suanzi looked at Tu Shansong with concern. Although he was full of curiosity, he also knew how to keep his composure at the right time.

"It's okay, I just need to take a break." Tu Shansong accidentally awakened the blood of the nine-tailed fox during this period of time, which allowed him to break free from the constraints of puppetry.

"Okay, then you should regulate your breathing as soon as possible. We must go to the gathering place immediately." Tian Suanzi quickly cast a spell and built a defensive formation around him and Tu Shansong.

Tu Shansong immediately sat down cross-legged and began to absorb the spiritual energy around him to help his recovery.

"Is it over just like that?" Ming was a little disappointed. The entertainment she had finally found ended so abruptly, leaving her feeling somewhat unsatisfied. She had expected a more exciting performance, but the result was beyond her expectations.

"Of course not. They've only just passed my test, and the real challenge has just begun." Ying Ni put down her food and replied in a relaxed tone. A sly glint flickered in her eyes, as if she had anticipated all this.

"What do you mean?" Min's curiosity was piqued, and she asked eagerly. She couldn't wait to know what would happen next, and her anticipation grew stronger and stronger.

Ying Xuan didn't directly respond to Ming's question. Instead, she took out several communication talismans, wrote a few lines on them with her spiritual power, and then activated them. The talismans dissipated in the light, leaving no trace, as if they had never existed.

In Fengdu, the Great Emperor was reviewing the information submitted by the Ten Directions Yama, unconsciously stroking his forehead. He was shocked to find that many corners of the underworld had been eroded. Clearly, he and his subordinates, having long held high positions, had relaxed their vigilance and were completely unaware of these potential threats.

At that moment, a talisman appeared before him. He was slightly confused, but the one who could deliver it here must be no ordinary person. He touched the talisman lightly, and it dissipated into the air, transforming into a line of handwriting: "I wish to open the path to heaven and the secret realm. I would like to borrow your land. Shangliu."

Meanwhile, deep within the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the slumbering Hou Tu also received the talismanic message. Curious, but fatigue from the damaged tunnels overwhelmed her, and she fell back into sleep. Her mind was filled with doubts, but her body was too exhausted to respond.

At the bottom of the eighteen levels of hell, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva opened his eyes, examined the information on the talisman, and whispered, "Amitabha, well done, well done." There was a deep light flashing in his eyes, as if he had seen through everything already.

Other major factions also gradually received the news. Regardless, the Heavenly Path and the Secret Realm were both extremely valuable resources, so they were naturally overjoyed and had no reason to object. Even if Ying Li hadn't given them the opportunity to object, they would have supported it without hesitation. After all, this was a rare opportunity, and no one wanted to miss it.

When the seven people reached the deepest part, Ying Ni took a light step and appeared in front of them.