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

For days and nights, they battled a group of eerie ghosts and their offspring. A howling wind blew up clouds of yellow sand, and the only sounds in the world seemed to be the gleaming of swords and the shrill howls of ghosts.

At first, the evil spirit, clad in a black robe and with eyes as bright as torches, brandished a whip of dark blue will-o'-the-wisp fire. Wherever it passed, grass and trees withered and all living things were destroyed. Its little ghosts followed closely behind, sometimes transforming into hideous faces or invisible hands, attempting to devour the few people from all directions.

Though exhausted, their gazes remained resolute. They knew the consequences of retreating would be disastrous. The magical weapons in their hands gleamed, symbols of justice and courage. Every confrontation was a test of will and strength to the limit.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, every movement stretched out, every breath a life-or-death struggle. The demon's roar grew more frantic, and the demons' attacks grew more ferocious, but through tacit coordination and unyielding willpower, the few of them gradually managed to stabilize their position.

Finally, on a dark and windy night, when the evil spirit was about to launch another fatal attack, several people exerted their strength at the same time, and the magic weapons shone brightly, forming a dazzling barrier. The evil spirit and the little ghosts were frightened by this sudden light and retreated one after another.

At this critical moment, several people seized the opportunity and unleashed their unique skills. A flash of golden light captured the evil spirit, which was then slowly absorbed into the magical instrument. The other ghosts fled in all directions, but it was no use, and they were soon captured one by one.

The battle was finally over, and they smiled at each other. Although exhausted, they were filled with the joy of victory. Mu Ya quickly cast a spell to heal them.

The Judge slowly appeared on the battlefield, his gaze like a torch sweeping over the people who had just finished fighting. The traces of the battle were still clearly visible, and the air was filled with the smoke of gunpowder that had not yet dissipated.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the magical weapon that had once unleashed such powerful energy instantly shrank, transforming into a stream of light that landed steadily in his palm. The magical weapon withdrew its light, as if it had never displayed its power.

The judge's face was solemn. He spoke slowly, his voice brimming with undeniable authority. "Everyone, I have just received a message from Fengdu. The Emperor has instructed you to return to your original world. We must depart immediately."

Everyone's expressions immediately became serious. They realized that they were about to leave the underworld and their next visit would be a long time coming.

Seeing everyone ready to go, the judge nodded slightly, then flashed and transformed into a dark shadow, rushing towards Fengdu. Everyone followed closely behind him, their figures transforming into streams of light, streaking across the sky and quickly disappearing into the distance.

Within a few hours, the ancient city walls of Fengdu, illuminated by the hazy moonlight, appeared particularly eerie and mysterious. Gu Yanqing, Mu Ya, and their group of seven were the first to arrive at this legendary ghost town. The moss and mottled marks on the walls seemed to tell of a thousand years of vicissitudes, and the occasional faint cries of ghosts on the night wind were even more chilling.

Gu Yanqing and the others walked along the street and found Ying Meng waiting for them at the palace gate. They quickly stepped forward to greet her. The stone steps of the palace were carved with various strange patterns, which seemed to hint at the mysterious events that had occurred there.

"Alright, let's wait for the other two to arrive, then we'll go back." Knowing the time to return to Blue Star was approaching, Ying Li waved her hand, signaling that they didn't need to be so polite. There was a hint of urgency in her words, but also a hint of anticipation for this adventure.

They straightened their bodies and stood behind Ying Ni, waiting for Bai Fan and Di Xin to return. Their eyes were filled with the exploration of the unknown and the longing for the future.

Not long after, Emperor Xin and Bai Fan also quietly arrived in Fengdu. Ying Ni, Gu Yanqing, and the other eight heard the noise and looked up. They saw that the two men seemed reborn. Emperor Xin's gaze was deep and piercing, as if he could see into people's hearts; Bai Fan was smiling, his manner elegant, revealing a calm and unhurried demeanor. Their auras were completely different from before, as if they had undergone some kind of metamorphosis.

The two groups reunited. They nodded to each other, understanding each other's intentions without words. Their eyes met, conveying trust in each other and their shared memories of this adventure.

"Let's go. Let's take the teleportation array. It'll get us back faster this way." Seeing that everyone had arrived, Ying Ni headed straight for the teleportation array without saying anything else. Her words were concise and powerful, revealing the decisiveness of a leader.

The others followed Ying Ni's footsteps and arrived at an open space where a huge teleportation array stood quietly, awaiting their arrival.

A ghost messenger came forward and asked, "Sir, where are you going?" His voice was low and polite, revealing his respect for Ying Ni.

"We're going to the Ghost Gate." Ying Ni handed a bag of dark stones to the ghost messenger and then led the nine people onto the teleportation array. Her words were filled with determination, as if she was ready to face anything.

Ying Ni stood at the front, her gaze determined. Behind her were Bai Fan, Gu Yanqing, and nine others. They stood shoulder to shoulder, forming an impenetrable front.

"Is everyone ready?" Ying Ni's voice echoed in the night, undeniably resolute. The nine people nodded, their eyes gleaming with determination and anticipation. They knew this would be an extraordinary journey.

At Ying Ni's command, the ghost messenger, seeing everyone in position, activated the formation. The lines on the ground connected, and the teleportation array suddenly lit up. A dazzling light burst forth from the ground, instantly enveloping the ten people. In the light, space seemed to be torn apart, and a powerful attraction pulled them towards the gates of hell.

In a flash of light, the ten people seemed to have traveled through a tunnel of time and space. When they opened their eyes again, they were back at the familiar entrance to the gates of hell. Their surroundings remained the same desolate land, but their state of mind was completely different. This adventure had given them a deeper understanding of life and the universe.

Ying Ni looked back at the group, a flicker of relief in her eyes. She knew this experience would be an unforgettable chapter in their lives. Not only had they gained friendship, but they had also planted the seeds of courage and hope in each other's hearts.

After enduring countless hardships, Ying Ni and the others finally emerged from that terrifying gate of hell. Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, illuminating their weary yet resolute faces, bringing a long-lost warmth and hope. Supporting each other, they set out on their journey home, their hearts filled with endless longing and yearning for Blue Star.