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

After several days of recuperation, Ying Xuan finally realized it was time to end this peaceful time and embark on a new journey. She slowly walked out of her room and headed towards the front hall with determined steps, her heart filled with anticipation and nervousness for her upcoming meeting with Ming Ye.

As she entered the magnificent palace, Ying Ni's eyes were immediately captivated by the scene before her. Ming Ye lay lazily upon the magnificent throne, his clothes somewhat disheveled, his muscular chest uninhibitedly on display. His once-tied hair was now loose, with a few playful strands occasionally falling across his face and sensual collarbone. Coupled with his captivatingly handsome features, Ying Ni began to understand the rumor that the emperor would no longer attend court early in the morning.

Ying Ni found a seat below Ming Ye. Ming Ye sensed her presence and slowly opened his deep, mysterious eyes. His gaze pierced the air and fixed on Ying Ni, as if he could see into her heart. "You've come to say goodbye," he said in a deep, powerful voice.

"That's right, I have to leave. If I don't leave now, the Heavenly Dao will come to me and cause me trouble." Ying Ni responded to Ming Ye's words with a hint of helplessness and determination. She knew that although she was reluctant, she could not fight against the Heavenly Dao now.

"Okay, I'll arrange for someone to bring your people back." Ming Ye sat up straight, straightened his clothes slightly, and then sketched a few talismans in the air. Once the talismans were drawn, they transformed into a stream of light and flew towards their intended destination.

Ying Li knew that they would arrive soon, so she relaxed and tasted the tea served by the ghost slave.

In the eastern part of the underworld, Emperor Xin and Bai Fan are working with the ghost messenger to destroy the base of this organization.

The night was as dark as ink, the moon hidden and the stars concealed. Di Xin and Bai Fan quietly infiltrated the base of this mysterious organization. Deep within the base, an ancient and gloomy altar stood in the darkness, covered with difficult-to-decipher runes and emitting a faint blue light.

At the center of the altar, a high priest in a black robe closed his eyes in deep concentration, his hand tightly gripping a gleaming dagger, the tip of the dagger pressed against the neck of a young girl. The girl's face was pale, her eyes filled with fear and despair. She was the legendary Daughter of the Nine Yins, chosen as a sacrifice to unravel the complex causal relationship between Ying Ni and Lan Xing.

Just as the high priest was about to strike, Di Xin and Bai Fan appeared on the altar like ghosts. Their eyes were cold and determined, and they exuded a chilling aura. The high priest suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of astonishment and anger flashed in them.

"How dare you trespass here without permission!" the high priest roared, and swung the dagger in his hand towards Emperor Xin.

Emperor Xin dodged the dagger with a flick of his wrist, then launched a punch at the High Priest. Bai Fan seized the opportunity to rescue the Nine Yin Daughter, shielding her behind him. The High Priest, caught off guard, was struck by Emperor Xin's punch, causing him to spit blood and stumble backward.

"Today is the day you die!" Emperor Xin said coldly and attacked the high priest again.

The high priest, unwilling to be outdone, brandished his dagger and engaged in a fierce fight with Emperor Xin. Bai Fan, on the other hand, looked around warily, fearing any other enemies might attack him. Just then, a flurry of hurried footsteps could be heard, and a group of men in black, armed with sharp blades, rushed towards the altar from all directions.

"Hmph, just in time!" Bai Fan snorted coldly, leaping up to engage the man in black. Emperor Xin grew more courageous as the fight went on, his every punch and kick packing devastating force, forcing the high priest to retreat.

The battle on the altar intensified, the cries of the men in black and the roars of Emperor Xin and Bai Fan mingling with the flashes of swords and sabers. Like two unstoppable forces, they engaged in a life-and-death struggle on this sacred altar.

Atop the altar, flames blazed, illuminating the resolute faces of Di Xin and Bai Fan. They stood back to back, facing the stern priests and the black-clad enemies. The air was thick with the scent of blood, and every clash was accompanied by the sharp clash of metal and deep roars. This was a battle of life and death, every moment filled with tension and excitement.

Emperor Xin wielded his longsword, its gleam like a dragon, each swing seeming to rend the air. However, the black-clad figures were too numerous, surging like a tide, wave after wave, and Emperor Xin gradually felt overwhelmed. Bai Fan, wielding a pair of short blades, moved like a ghost, weaving through the enemies, but even he struggled to withstand the endless onslaught. They knew that only by persevering could they win this battle.

At that moment, the priest on the altar suddenly shouted loudly, and the staff in his hand burst into a dazzling light. A powerful spell struck Di Xin and Bai Fan. The two struggled to resist, but were still knocked back several steps by the force, their faces pale. They knew that this was a life-or-death struggle, and they had to give it their all.

At this crucial moment, a massive crack suddenly opened in the sky outside the altar. Accompanied by a deafening roar, a group of mysterious ghost messengers, clad in black robes and wielding heavy chains, appeared before the altar, seemingly breaking through the base's restrictions. Like guardian gods descending from the sky, they appeared before the altar. They witnessed Di Xin and Bai Fan being besieged by a group of unidentified individuals, and a glint of anger and determination flashed in their eyes. Over the past few months, they had worked closely with Bai Fan and Di Xin, forging a deep friendship and long considered them brothers. Now, seeing them injured by these attacks was undoubtedly a profound disrespect for their ghost messengers and a challenge to their dignity.

"Kill!" With a roar, the ghost messengers rushed into the battle. Their chains, like spirit snakes, weaved through the black-clad men. In an instant, several were entangled in the chains and dragged to the ground. Seeing this, Di Xin and Bai Fan were greatly encouraged. They fought side by side with the ghost messengers, fighting against these black-clad men together. They knew that only by unity could they defeat the enemy before them.

The battle intensified. The altar shone with swords and sabers, magic and martial arts intertwined in a breathtaking spectacle. Despite their superior numbers, the black-clad men gradually began to crumble under the combined attacks of Emperor Xin, Bai Fan, and the ghost messengers. The air was thick with the scent of victory, and everyone was striving with all their might for this hard-earned victory.

Finally, when the last man in black fell, all that was left on the altar was a mess and the exhausted Emperor Xin, Bai Fan and the ghost officials.