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

The scenery along the way gradually became familiar. Things that had once been considered everyday now seemed so precious and beautiful. Birds sang cheerfully in the branches, as if welcoming their return. A gentle breeze brought bursts of floral fragrance, bringing a sense of peace and joy. Ying Ni took a deep breath, feeling this gift from nature, her heart filled with gratitude.

Finally, they arrived at the agreed location. In the distance, a luxurious aircraft quietly parked on the open grass, gleaming softly. Ying Ni and the others' attention was instantly drawn to it. They knew it was the man sent by Leader Number One to pick them up. Beside the aircraft, a solemn, uniformed middle-aged man waited anxiously, his eyes revealing anticipation and concern.

"It's us! We're back!" Muya shouted excitedly, her voice choking with emotion. The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with surprise, and he quickly stepped forward, shaking their hands. He whispered, "Welcome back, heroes! You've worked so hard, and Blue Star is proud of you."

At that moment, all the fatigue and hardship seemed to vanish. Ying Ni and the others looked at the middle-aged man before them, a warm feeling welling in their hearts. They knew they were not fighting alone; they had the support and hope of the entire Blue Planet behind them. They smiled at each other, their eyes gleaming with determination as they boarded the plane, heading towards a brighter future.

Ying Ni sat on the plane, her eyes fixed on the window, her heart filled with uncontrollable excitement and anticipation. Her heartbeat grew faster as the plane passed through the clouds and slowly descended. She couldn't wait for the plane to land. She had only one thought in her mind: to see Uncle Shan as soon as possible, the man who held a special place in her heart.

As the plane finally cleared the low clouds, Ying Ni spotted the familiar outline of the base in the distance. At that moment, she seemed to hear an inner voice calling her, unable to suppress her inner urge any longer. She took a deep breath, gently waved her hands, and a flash of sword light instantly appeared outside the cabin. She stood up and walked towards the door, ready to welcome the impending reunion.

With a whoosh, Ying Ni flashed out of the cabin, poised firmly atop the flying sword. Standing against the wind, her robes fluttering, she resembled a fairy descending to earth. Under her control, the flying sword, like an arrow from a bow, sped towards the base, piercing the sky and leaving a trail of dazzling light.

The wind whistled past her ears, but Ying Lai's gaze remained remarkably firm. She gazed at the familiar land ahead, her heart filled with warmth and strength. As the distance drew closer, the outlines of the base became increasingly clear. Ying Lai could clearly see the familiar buildings, every brick and tile bearing memories. An indescribable excitement welled up in her heart, as if all her waiting and anticipation had finally paid off, and she was about to return to the place where she felt a sense of belonging.

Finally, the flying sword landed steadily in the base's square. Ying Niu sheathed her sword and saw that the head of the Qingwei Sect and Taoist Priest Niu were already waiting for her. Their eyes were filled with anticipation and concern, as if silently asking for her safety along the way.

"Uncle Shan, how's he doing now?" Ying Ni hurriedly asked. She had left behind some medicinal pills before she left, but she had no idea if Uncle Shan's condition had worsened. She was filled with worry, hoping for a reassuring answer.

"Director Shan is in relatively stable condition now. We're just waiting for your return." Qingwei pulled Taoist Priest Niu, who was still looking around, and quickly answered Ying Ni's question. They knew Ying Ni's concern for Shan Zhizhi, so they had been keeping a close eye on him.

Ying Li also noticed Master Niu's actions, so she explained, "I may seem a little anxious, so I chose to fly here on a sword. They are still on the plane and should arrive soon." She hoped they could understand her urgency. After all, she was very concerned about Uncle Shan's safety.

Taoist Priest Niu breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried that his apprentice wouldn't be able to return, but fortunately, no bad news came. He looked at Ying Ni with a hint of relief in his eyes. He knew that Ying Ni's return would surely bring new hope and strength to the base.

Ying Ni followed closely behind the Qingwei Sect Leader, gently entering Shan Zhizhi's room. The light was soft, yet a hint of gloom could not be concealed. Her eyes instantly fell on the once handsome, now frail figure lying on the bed—Uncle Shan. His face was pale, devoid of its former vitality, as if eroded by both age and illness.

Ying Ni's heart tightened, and she quickly pulled a precious Clearing Pill from her bosom. The pill exuded a delicate fragrance, as if imbued with the power of life. She carefully placed the pill into Shan Zhizhi's mouth, her movements gentle yet firm. As the pill slowly melted, Shan Zhizhi's complexion gradually changed, a rosy glow creeping onto his cheeks, like a flower blooming in spring.

Ying Li didn't dare to relax even a moment, and immediately took Shan Zhizhi's pulse. With a gentle touch of her finger, her consciousness flowed into his body like water, beginning a meticulous scan. She saw that the miasma that had been raging through his meridians was slowly receding under the effects of the Clearing Barrier Pill. As if driven away by an invisible force, it gradually lost its arrogance.

As the miasma receded, Shan Zhizhi's breathing became steady and powerful. Ying Li felt an indescribable joy in her heart. She knew that it was all worth it.

Elsewhere, Taoist Priest Niu waited anxiously. His eyes fixed on the distance, his heart filled with anxiety and anticipation. Finally, a familiar figure came into view: Gu Qingxiao, returning safely.

An indescribable excitement suddenly surged in Daoist Master Niu's heart. He couldn't help but stride forward, open his arms, and hug Gu Qingxiao. His movements were so abrupt and so passionate, as if he wanted to transform all his worries and concerns into this moment of embrace.

Gu Qingxiao, on the other hand, seemed somewhat helpless. He stood there, his hands slightly drooping, a smile of awkwardness yet a touch of doting on his face. He gently patted Taoist Niu on the back, as if comforting this "child" who was much older than him.

If anyone else witnessed this scene, they would undoubtedly mistakenly believe that Gu Qingxiao was the master, and Taoist Niu was the disciple who was completely dependent on him. Because in this embrace, Taoist Niu's dependence and trust were so obvious and so sincere. And Gu Qingxiao's calmness and tolerance seemed as if he truly shouldered a certain responsibility to protect this "disciple."

Except for Di Xin and Bai Fan, the other team members were already accustomed to the scene before them. Every time Gu Qingxiao returned from a mission, they always witnessed the same scene.