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

The night was as dark as ink. Flames shot up from the battlefield, and broken weapons and scattered armor shone coldly in the moonlight. Emperor Xin and Bai Fan stood side by side, flanked by a group of busy ghost messengers, clearing the war-torn land. Their figures were fleeting and their movements swift, like ghosts in the night, guiding the souls of the fallen to the other side.

Suddenly, a talisman pierced the night sky, a dazzling radiance piercing the eyes of the chief ghost messenger. The talisman slowly unfolded in the air, its runes shimmering, as if imbued with an ancient and mysterious power. The chief ghost messenger looked up abruptly, a flash of surprise in his eyes before regaining his composure. He looked at Di Xin and Bai Fan, his voice deep and powerful, "An order has arrived from Fengdu, ordering you to return to Fengdu immediately."

Emperor Xin and Bai Fan exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with complex emotions. They knew this moment of separation might mean a future reunion, or perhaps, a permanent separation. Regardless, they had to obey the orders of the ghost leader and rush to Fengdu.

Then, the two of them flashed, transforming into two streaks of light, and followed closely behind the ghost messengers, rushing towards Fengdu. In the night, their figures gradually blurred, leaving only the lingering smoke of the battlefield and a faint sadness in the air.

In a gloomy city deep within the underworld, night fell, and a blood-red moon hung high, tinging this forgotten land with an eerie crimson. The city walls, built of millennia-old stone, were engraved with ancient runes, shimmering with a faint blue light, as if whispering of past joys and sorrows. Within the city, the streets were deserted and silent, with only the occasional rustling of a chill wind, stirring a few withered yellow leaves.

Gu Qingxiao and Gu Yanqing walked side by side at the front of the team, each clutching their natal sword, their eyes keenly observing their surroundings, alert for any lurking danger. Mu Ya stood in the center of the group, her hands gleaming with spiritual energy, ready to provide necessary healing and support to her teammates. On either side of Mu Ya stood two powerful allies, Jingkong and Miao Yimo. Jingkong, a monk draped in a cassock, clasped his hands together, chanting a scripture. His gaze was gentle and profound, as if he could see through all the illusions and unreality of the world. He cast a protective aura of Buddha's light over his teammates, offering them both spiritual comfort and practical protection. Miao Yimo, on the other side, surrounded by various poisonous insects, brandished a long whip, ready to respond to any sudden attack. Tian Suanzi and Tu Shansong guarded the rear of the group. Tian Suanzi, the enigmatic sorcerer, clad in a Taoist robe and holding a compass, would frequently pause to gaze at the compass needle, guiding the team's path forward. A gentle smile permeated his face, as if everything was under his control, a reassuring feeling. Tu Shansong, on the other hand, was a seven-tailed white fox. His hands transformed into razor-sharp claws, his seven tails swaying gently behind him, ready to unleash his might in battle.

They journeyed through the gloomy city with a single goal: to capture the fleeing demon. The demon's presence would appear and disappear, leaving behind creepy laughter that echoed through the empty streets. Everyone in the team was on edge, not daring to slack off.

At that moment, the Judge quietly appeared behind them. He wore a black robe and a tall hat, holding the Judge's Pen and the Book of Life and Death. His presence was concealed, like an invisible shadow. His gaze was cold and deep, constantly monitoring the movements of the team and the evil spirits, preventing the evil spirits from losing control and harming innocent people. The Judge's presence was like an invisible guardian, adding an invisible strength to the team.

In the twilight, a group of people marched resolutely toward the center of the city, each step seeming to carry boundless determination and courage. On both sides of the street, ancient buildings silently watched their backs, as if even time had frozen in this moment.

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept in, carrying a biting chill, and the air was filled with an ominous aura. Halfway along the way, a gigantic, ferocious-looking ghost suddenly appeared before them, its eyes like torches, flashing a dark green light, as if it wanted to devour all living things.

Gu Yanqing's figure flashed, and a golden light suddenly appeared in his hand. A golden longsword suddenly appeared, and the blade was shining with a dazzling light, like a meteor streaking through the night sky. He gripped the longsword tightly, pointing the tip directly at the evil spirit, with an imposing aura.

At the same time, Gu Qingxiao let out a soft groan, and flames erupted from his body. The strange fire burned fiercely, scorching the surrounding air and causing it to distort and deform. The flames contained endless power and heat, as if they could burn away all evil in the world.

Jingkong clasped his hands together, chanting Buddhist scriptures. A gentle Buddha light emanated from his palms, quickly enveloping Muya beside him. The Buddha's light shielded her like a solid shield, isolating her from the dangers of the outside world. Then, Jingkong flashed, transforming into a shadow, and rushed towards the evil spirit, joining the battle.

Miao Yimo stood by, flicking his fingers and sending poisonous insects flying out from his sleeves. Like a black torrent, they quickly surrounded the ghosts surrounding the evil spirit. The insects bit and entangled the ghosts, trapping them so that they could not move.

Tian Suanzi and Tu Shansong stood guard on either side of Mu Ya, their movements in perfect sync. Tian Suanzi gripped his compass tightly, chanting an incantation. Mystical spells materialized in the air, transforming into an unstoppable attack, repelling the evil spirits that attempted to break through the Buddha's light shield. Tu Shansong swung his tail, and the seven tails behind him flexibly changed lengths. Each strike was accurate, destroying the evil spirits one by one.

In this fierce battle, every figure shines like the brightest star in the night sky, their courage and wisdom perfectly displayed at this moment. The roars of evil spirits, the wails of imps, and the clash of weapons intertwine to create a thrilling scene.

The Judge's gaze in the air grew fierce. He muttered something, then swung the Judge's Pen suddenly, slicing through the night sky. As the pen danced, invisible waves, centered around the Judge, rapidly spread outward.

Immediately, the surrounding air seemed to freeze as an invisible force quietly descended. Glimmering runes gradually appeared around the Judge, interweaving to form intricate formations. These formations, like ancient totems, exuded a mysterious and powerful aura. The entire formation enveloped the city, isolating it from the rest of the world.