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

Ying Ni floated in the void, a faint aura surrounding her, like a messenger from heaven descending to earth. Her voice, cold and majestic, echoed across the vast open space: "Today, the road to heaven officially begins!"

As her words fell, the vague and elusive path to heaven seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, gradually revealing its true form. It was a path formed by countless points of light, leading to the vast sky, exuding a mysterious and enchanting aura.

The crowd in the open space was in an uproar. Some were excited, some were nervous, and some were expectant. They all set foot on this legendary road to heaven. Muya and the other seven also set foot on the road to heaven along with the others.

As soon as they set foot on the Path to Heaven, everyone felt varying degrees of gravity. Those with lower cultivation felt only a gentle force flowing through their meridians, widening them. Those with higher cultivation, on the other hand, felt an increasing gravity, as if a mountain were pressing down on their shoulders, requiring a tremendous expenditure of spiritual energy with each step.

On this path, the differences in cultivation were magnified infinitely. Some stumbled, sweat dripping; others strode with ease and grace. But no matter the circumstances, they never stopped, for each held a firm conviction in their heart: no matter how difficult the road ahead, they would forge ahead, ascending to the heavens.

The journey to heaven is filled with howling winds and glimmering spiritual lights. It's a test of both body and soul, a test of unwavering faith. Everyone leaves their own footprints on this journey, writing their own legend.

Finding no one else in the clearing, Ying Ni sealed the entrance to the Heavenly Path. Then, she returned to the deepest depths of the Nine Netherworlds and lay back down in her previous position. She gently waved her divine power, and the water mirror before her transformed, reflecting the current scene on the Heavenly Path.

Within the vast void of the Nine Netherworlds, many powerful beings lurk. Most cultivate in seclusion, isolated from the world. Only the call of their family bloodline can awaken their long-dormant souls. Today, Ying Ni has opened the path to heaven, and occasionally, younger members of the family have embarked on this journey. Now, Ying Ni has sealed the path, and these powerful beings in the void, eager to investigate the progress of their descendants on the journey, have burst forth from the air, like stars streaking through the night sky, speeding towards the residences of Ming and Ying Ni.

As ripples of space rippled, figures gradually formed in front of Ming and Ying Ni's door. Some were draped in multicolored rays of light, while others stepped on auspicious clouds. Each one exuded a powerful and heart-pounding aura, as if a single movement could stir the very fabric of heaven and earth.

These exceptional warriors smiled as they gazed at each other, their eyes revealing each other's intentions. In their hands, they held a variety of gifts, some containing precious natural treasures that would help improve their cultivation; some were magical weapons inherited from ancient times, possessing immense power; and still others were carefully selected secret manuals and classics, containing endless wisdom and mysteries.

Ying Ni suddenly noticed some unusual movement at the door. She gently said to Ming, who was still enjoying her meal, "Guests are coming." Although Ming was a little displeased, she still stood up politely. She had the ability to control all negative emotions, but when facing so many powerful people, she knew she had to treat them with proper respect.

"Oh, why is it so lively today? My humble abode has welcomed so many distinguished guests. It truly adds a lot of glory to my humble home!" Ming opened the door and saw a group of people waiting outside. There was a hint of teasing in her words, but her eyes revealed a hint of seriousness.

"Well, Ming, I'm here to visit Shang, not to join them," the Emperor of Fengdu hurriedly explained, pushing his way through the crowd. He had come specifically to visit Ying Ni, hoping she could help him. He knew Ying Ni's ability and wisdom were rare among them, and he needed her help to solve a difficult problem.

"Come in, and place your gifts over there." Ming gazed at the gifts in their hands, his expression softening slightly. He then pushed open the door, motioning them in, and pointed to a spot for them to place their gifts. As they entered, their eyes were immediately drawn to the enormous water mirror, which displayed a scene of the road to heaven. They secretly rejoiced that their journey had been worthwhile. They quickly set aside their gifts and rushed to the mirror, each searching for the traces of their younger relatives.

When the Emperor of Fengdu entered the room, he walked straight towards Ying Ni and sat down beside her. "I have a request that requires your assistance. Of course, I won't ask for free." Ying Ni glanced at him and calmly asked, "What do you want to ask?" Hearing Ying Ni's response, the Emperor of Fengdu was delighted. Rubbing his hands together, he excitedly said, "Can you help me determine the location of that organization's current main base in the underworld?" Ying Ni paused, examining the Emperor for a moment, as if to confirm his words. Finally, she simply averted her gaze, and five copper coins suddenly appeared in her hand. In full view of everyone, she tossed the coins into the air. They landed on the table before her, forming a hexagram. The Emperor of Fengdu immediately understood the location and said, "I'll send someone with the appropriate reward." With that, he disappeared.

Everyone present clearly heard the conversation between the two. Although they usually didn't participate in family affairs, the involvement of the ruler of the underworld fundamentally changed the nature of the matter, no longer confined to a small circle. Since they knew all this, according to common sense, they should promptly inform the rest of the family to prevent unfilial descendants from becoming scapegoats and falling into an irreversible situation.

Immediately thereafter, all the forces and clan leaders of the underworld received clear instructions from their ancestors. Consequently, as the ghost messengers followed orders and carried out their missions, they found that the usually formidable local forces were now unusually cooperative, as if they had already anticipated the impending action. Under the wise leadership of the Emperor of Fengdu, a comprehensive and thorough cleansing of the underworld was launched, leaving no shadowy corner untouched. This operation not only uncovered individuals of unknown origin and forbidden objects, but also destroyed thousands of hidden strongholds. For a time, the atmosphere of the underworld became refreshing, as if the entire world had been cleansed.

Inside a magnificent palace, all the decorations and furnishings were shattered beyond recognition, as if they had been through a fierce battle. The instigator of all this was breathing heavily, appearing exhausted. At his feet, the servants knelt in fear, not daring to breathe, fearing their master's wrath would reach them. The last time someone had angered him, he was still bedridden. This was enough to instill fear in everyone, making them afraid to slack off even in the slightest.