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

"Please find a room to regulate your breathing and consolidate your cultivation." Ying Ni looked at the exhausted group and didn't delay them from washing up and resting. Her words revealed a hint of concern, but also filled with anticipation and confidence for the next mission.

Following Ying Ni's instructions, everyone hurried to find a room. After a long, exhausting journey to heaven, their bodies reeked of sweat and felt sticky. They desperately needed a bath and a good night's sleep. Their weary bodies seemed to lighten as they searched for a room, each filled with a longing for the rest that lay ahead.

"You're leaving soon." Ming, dressed in a red suspender nightgown, leaned against her door. Ying Li looked at Ming's attire and wondered if she shouldn't have given her those books about modern clothing. She worried that they might infuriate Ming's curiosity about the world and affect her spiritual practice.

"I can't stay long. Someone's watching me," Ying Ni explained. Although she had concealed her connection to the others, preventing them from calculating Blue Star's coordinates, she couldn't linger any longer, or they'd easily detect her presence. She had previously destroyed an altar, and the Emperor of Fengdu had also destroyed some, but there was no guarantee there would be any left. A hint of nervousness lingered in Ying Ni's tone. She knew that if those people discovered Blue Star's coordinates, the consequences would be disastrous.

After resting for several days in the deepest reaches of the Nine Netherworld, Ying Ni, Mu Ya, and their companions set off for Fengdu. This period of rest had restored their vitality, and everyone seemed refreshed and ready to face the challenges ahead.

When Ying Ni and her companions stood beneath the mottled, heavy gates of Fengdu City, the scene before them seemed to transport them to another glorious Chinese imperial capital. The bricks and stones of the city walls, weathered by the passage of time, still stood firm, as if telling of the city's long history and enduring legends.

The city gate stands majestically, towering into the clouds. Carved with intricate totems and mythical beasts, they remain vivid despite the passage of time, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. On either side of the gate, stone lions, their eyes wide open, guard the peace and order of this land. Like silent guardians, they use their indomitable will to resist all external intrusions.

Entering the city, the streets are lined with buildings arranged in a patchwork pattern, their blue bricks and black tiles revealing a rich Beijing charm. Shops line the streets, flags flutter, and a variety of signs gleam in the sun, as if telling of the prosperity and bustle of the past. The streets are filled with a constant stream of pedestrians, some hurrying on their way, others leisurely strolling, their faces brimming with a passion and yearning for life. In this ancient city, they tell their own stories.

In the center of the street, pavilions and towers rise from the ground, their soaring eaves and angled corners, carved beams and painted buildings. Every brick and tile reveals the craftsman's exquisite craftsmanship and ultimate pursuit of beauty. In the breeze, the wind chimes under the eaves sway gently, emitting a crisp and melodious sound, adding a touch of agility and elegance to this ancient city, as if telling the city's ancient legend.

In the distance, a magnificent palace complex came into view, resplendent and majestic. Its roof was covered in golden glazed tiles, gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight. Surrounding the palace, lush greenery and fragrant flowers filled the air, adding a touch of vitality and vibrancy to this solemn place, as if proclaiming the city's prosperity and prosperity.

Standing here, Ying Ni and her companions felt as if they were transported to a dreamland where time and space intertwined. The Fengdu City before them possessed the charm and elegance of an ancient Chinese imperial capital, blended with the prosperity and bustle of a modern city. This place, brimming with stories and legends, awaited every visitor to explore, to comprehend, and to unveil its mysteries.

"Sister Ying, why is there sunshine here?" Mu Ya looked at the huge sun above Fengdu in confusion. It hung in the air, as if it was the source of light in this world.

"That..." Ying Li glanced at the "sun" that Mu Ya pointed at, "That's not a real sun. It's just something that a weapon refiner made based on the Golden Crow. The center is the inner elixir of a Golden Crow." She explained, with a hint of mystery and awe in her voice, as if she was telling an ancient secret.

Ying Ni, a woman as lithe as the brightest star in the night sky, led Mu Ya and several other companions on a dark and mysterious path leading directly to the legendary abode of the King of Fengdu. Along the way, shadowy winds from the underworld whistled, seemingly telling ancient secrets; will-o'-the-wisp flickered in the darkness, seemingly illuminating the path. However, these supernatural phenomena seemed unfazed by Ying Ni and her companions. Ying Ni had a clear goal in mind: she sought the King of Fengdu, hoping to find a place rich in spiritual energy so she could refine the legendary Clearing Elixir, which could clear away obstacles.

When they finally arrived at the palace of the Emperor of Fengdu, the sight before them was breathtaking. The palace was majestic and imposing, exuding a cold and majestic aura. Without hesitation, Ying Ni stepped forward and presented her request to the Emperor. The Emperor nodded slightly, then waved his sleeve gently, and a magical scene unfolded before them. A secret realm, shrouded in rich spiritual energy, slowly unfolded. The environment there perfectly suited Ying Ni's elixir-refining needs. Ying Ni nodded in satisfaction, knowing her request had been granted. She no longer cared about Mu Ya and the others, trusting the Emperor of Fengdu to make the appropriate arrangements for them.

Ying Yun unceremoniously entered the secret realm and began to concentrate on refining the elixir. Meanwhile, the Emperor of Fengdu turned his gaze to the seven people standing in the hall. He uttered a secret message, and soon after, a mysterious figure slowly emerged. Tall and majestic, he wore a black robe and a simple crown. His face was shrouded in shadow, only a pair of eyes glimmering faintly visible. He wielded a massive judge's pen, the tip dripping with ink that seemed to freeze the soul. Every step he took seemed to tread on the void, yet left deep footprints behind him.

"Greetings, Your Majesty. I wonder what instructions you have for me?" the judge asked in a majestic tone.

"Aren't we short of manpower recently? There are a few people here. Take them down and make proper arrangements." The Emperor of Fengdu pointed at Mu Ya and several others and gave orders to the judge.

"Yes, sir. Please follow me." The judge's pen in the judge's hand flashed with light, and in an instant, the figures of the judge, Muya and others disappeared in front of Emperor Fengdu.

After arranging everything, Emperor Fengdu continued to devote himself to his busy work. He began to review the investigation reports of various territories and deal with various problems brought about by the mysterious organization.