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

Ying Yao boarded the plane with Tianjizi. She had cleverly concealed Tianjizi's presence on the way here. She had to properly place the spiritual vein before Tiandao became aware of it. Ying Yao knew that if Tiandao became aware of the spiritual vein's existence, her plan would be greatly hindered and might even fail.

"Where are we heading?" Tianjizi looked around the cabin curiously, intrigued by this mechanical contraption capable of soaring without any spiritual power. He noticed the plane seemed to be heading towards a mountainous area, and asked in confusion. "We're heading to Kunlun Mountain, the ancestral dragon vein. We'll place our spiritual vein there," Ying Ni explained to Tianjizi.

"There's a conflict between you and the Heavenly Dao," Tianjizi stated firmly. He knew Ying Ni's personality well. It was a principle: "If someone doesn't offend me, I won't offend them. If someone offends me, I'll use courtesy first, then force. If they offend again, I'll show no mercy." If the spirit vein transaction were absorbed by the Heavenly Dao, the entire Blue Planet would benefit. However, if it were absorbed by a specific mountain range, the Heavenly Dao would also benefit, though not as significantly as if it were directly absorbed.

"I do have conflicts with Him, but I'm not one to ignore the greater good. I'm primarily on guard against those foreign gods." Ying Xuan made it clear that she would not be ambiguous on such a matter of importance, and she would not allow foreign gods to gain any advantage. She knew that if foreign gods gained access to the spiritual veins, the balance of Blue Star would be disrupted, something she absolutely did not want to see.

"Kunlun Mountain, the ancestral dragon vein, the home of the spiritual vein," Ying Ni muttered to herself, a determined glint in her eyes. She knew this wasn't just a spiritual vein transaction; it was a battle for the fate of Blue Planet. She had to proceed with caution, ensuring everything was under her control.

Ying Ni and Tian Jizi approached the cabin windows. As the plane climbed, their conversation gradually grew muffled, as if swallowed by the wind at ten thousand meters. The roar of the plane was mingled with an indescribable solemnity and mystery, for their destination was the Kunlun Mountains, the source of the legendary dragon veins. In their hearts, the Kunlun Mountains were more than just a mountain range; they were a piece of history, a legend, an ancient land bearing countless myths and secrets.

As the plane slowly approached, the outline of the Kunlun Mountains loomed through the clouds, unfolding before their eyes like a vast ink painting. The endless peaks, like a sleeping dragon, coiled across the sky, each ridge telling an ancient and mysterious story. Atop the peaks, a blanket of snow, shimmered dazzlingly in the setting sun, like nature's purest gift. These peaks, these snow-capped peaks, have witnessed the passage of history and borne the dreams and challenges of countless explorers.

When the plane finally passed over the Kunlun Mountains, Ying Ni and Tian Jizi simultaneously held their breath, awestruck by the sight before them. The Kunlun Mountains' unique scenery was fully on display: towering peaks, shrouded in mist and clouds, resembled a fairyland; mountain streams gurgled, waterfalls splashed, and the water droplets reflected the colorful light in the sunlight, like tiny stars falling on earth. In the distance, a few eagles spread their wings and soared, their cries echoing through the valley, adding a touch of vitality and energy to the tranquil and magnificent scene. In this moment, they felt as if they were in a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle, feeling the most primal call of nature.

At that moment, Tianjizi felt as if he were transported to an ancient and mysterious world. He gazed silently at this wondrous land, his heart filled with awe and yearning. The Kunlun Mountains, this sacred place that has nurtured countless legends, revealed its grandeur and splendor to the world in its own unique way. The plane continued to fly forward, but Tianjizi's gaze remained fixed on it for a long time. He knew that being there would not only greatly benefit his divination skills, but also be a spiritual cleansing, a profound understanding of the meaning of life.

The plane slowly descended at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, its wings swaying gently in the breeze, as if making final preparations for the upcoming mountaineering journey. Surrounding them were towering peaks, shrouded in mist and clouds, resembling a fairyland. Ying Ni and Tian Jizi stood beside the plane, their gaze fixed firmly on the mist-shrouded peak. That was their destination: Yuxu Palace, the former ancestor of the Dao, Yuanshi Tianzun, on Kunlun Mountain.

The two had already made all the necessary preparations for the climb, their backpacks filled with the necessary equipment and supplies. They tightened their straps, took a deep breath, and set out on their trek up Mount Kunlun. The path was rugged, the stone steps steep, and every step was a challenge. But Ying Ni and Tian Jizi remained steadfast, unflinching.

As the altitude gradually increased, the air became thinner and breathing became more difficult. However, their hearts were filled with longing and awe for Yuxu Palace, and this strength supported them to continue on. The scenery along the way was magnificent: glaciers, snow-capped peaks, cliffs, and forests, each one of them was refreshing and refreshing.

Finally, after enduring countless hardships, they reached the summit of Mount Kunlun. Suddenly, the view opened up, and a magnificent palace came into view: the Yuxu Palace. Built into the mountainside, the palace exuded an imposing presence, seemingly as old as the heavens and the earth. Every brick and tile of the palace betrayed the vicissitudes of time and the weight of history, inspiring awe.

Ying Ni and Tian Jizi stood before the palace, gazing at the majestic hall, their hearts filled with excitement and emotion. Tian Jizi learned from Ying Ni that this place was not only the ancestral temple of the Taoist Primordial Beginning Heavenly Venerable, but also a sacred place coveted by countless practitioners. Tian Jizi bowed deeply, expressing his admiration and gratitude for the Taoist Primordial Beginning Heavenly Venerable, and then slowly entered the palace.

Ying Ni and Tian Jizi slowly entered the ancient and solemn halls of Yuxu Palace, each step carrying the echoes of time. Inside, flickering candlelight illuminated the mottled murals and towering statues. The air was filled with the faint aroma of incense, inspiring awe. With their sharp eyes, the two meticulously surveyed every corner, from the exquisitely carved beams and painted buildings to the deep recesses of the palace, not missing a single subtle clue.

Then, they left the palace. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow. Tianjizi took out his compass, flicked his fingers, closed his eyes, and began to deduce the mountain range. His brows alternately furrowed, then relaxed, as if engaging in some mysterious communication with the land.