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

Ying Ni closed her eyes slightly, her mind immersed in the golden bowl, carefully examining the souls of the Three Heavenly Gods. Her brows gradually relaxed, and a flicker of surprise and joy flashed in her eyes. It turned out that the souls protected by the Hunyuan Golden Bowl contained the divine nature of the Three Heavenly Gods. This divine nature belonged only to gods, and as long as it existed, gods could be immortal. This was undoubtedly an exciting discovery.

"I never expected that the souls of the Three Xiaos actually contained their own divine natures," Ying Ni sighed inwardly. With a flick of her finger, more golden runes flowed into the souls of the Three Xiaos, providing them with a constant flow of nourishment and healing power. These runes were like nectar, nourishing the souls of the Three Xiaos, making their divine natures brighter and more stable.

As time passed, the Three Sky spirits gradually solidified under the protection of the Soul-Fixing Formation, and the faint light of their divine nature grew increasingly dazzling. Ying Meng knew that if they were given enough time, they would be able to use this divine nature to forge powerful bodies and once again stand tall between heaven and earth.

Ying Ni gently closed her clear, watery eyes, her slender fingers slowly tracing an elegant arc through the air. As she moved, a mysterious rune began to take shape within her delicate palm. This rune was her unique seal for summoning the Book of Fate, imbued with her own power and will. As she murmured an ancient incantation, the air seemed to come alive, ripples forming in subtle circles. Then, a simple, yet weighty book of fate suddenly appeared before her. As if drawn by an invisible force, the pages opened automatically, shimmering with a faint light, as if revealing endless secrets of destiny and destiny.

Ying Ni carefully placed the Hunyuan Golden Bowl on the fortune book. Deeply immersed in her mind, she began to closely connect the two, following the contractual connection between the fortune book and the pawnshop. She formed hand seals and cast a mysterious spell. As talismans appeared before her, the Hunyuan Golden Bowl slowly merged into the fortune book, following the path of the contract, silently arriving deep within the Jiuzhou Pawnshop. Here, silence reigned, only the gentle flickering of an ancient candlelight illuminated a seemingly ordinary yet exceptionally sturdy counter. This counter had been carefully selected to block out all auras, protecting the location of those precious items and ensuring their safety.

Ying Ni used her spiritual sense to place the Primordial Golden Bowl on the counter. She knew her strength hadn't fully recovered, and therefore couldn't remotely control the Jiuzhou Pawn Shop. So, she awakened the Jiuzhou Pawn Shop's spirit and commanded it to activate all the formations on the counter. She knew clearly that once these formations were activated, no one but herself could deactivate them, unless the powerful weapon of the Jiuzhou Pawn Shop was completely destroyed.

As the night faded, a faint glimmer of dawn appeared in the east. Ying Ni, with light steps, slowly returned to the camp. Her figure stretched out in the moonlight, moving like a ghost through the quiet camp. Miao Yimo, on night watch, leaned against the tent, his eyes piercing the surroundings, ensuring the safety of the camp. Ying Ni slipped into her tent silently, like a gentle breeze, disturbing no one's sleep.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds and shone upon the camp, it gradually awakened. A faint rustle echoed between the tents, accompanied by a few muffled yawns. Everyone emerged one after another and sat in a circle in the central open space. Ying Ni, Miao Yimo, and several other team members had solemn expressions, their gazes fixed on the map. This was where the expedition would send its final signal, and every detail was crucial.

They sat in a circle, a map spread out in the center, marking the possible routes the expedition might take. Sunlight streamed down the map, illuminating each route with crystal clarity. Yet, facing the unknown ahead, they were filled with doubt and unease. Which direction was the expedition heading?

The blazing sun seared the boundless desert, the sand gleaming golden in the heat. Ying Ni and the others stood at the edge of camp, brows furrowed, their gazes searching the vast sea of ​​sand for any trace of the missing expedition team. The desert weather was like a child's face, changing at a moment's notice. A moment ago, the sky was clear, now it was murky and a sandstorm seemed poised to sweep in at any moment.

"We can't just keep searching blindly like this." Miao Yimo's voice was steady and firm, breaking the silence. He looked at everyone, his eyes gleaming with determination. "We have to split up into teams to investigate, so we can find them as soon as possible."

Ying Li and the others nodded in agreement upon hearing this. After some discussion, they decided to split into pairs and proceed separately. Gu Qingxiao and Jingkong volunteered to head south, their figures appearing and disappearing among the sand dunes, like two specks of dust in the desert, small yet determined.

Miao Yimo and Gu Yanqing headed north, their steps steady and their gazes sharp, determined to find a glimmer of hope amidst the vast sea of ​​sand. Walking side by side, their tacit understanding needed no words; they knew that only by uniting as one could they survive this sea of ​​death.

Ying Ni and Mu Ya remained at the camp, providing constant support and ensuring unimpeded communication. Ying Ni, walkie-talkie in hand, kept a close eye on the movements of the various groups, her eyes a mixture of worry and determination. Mu Ya, meanwhile, busily prepared emergency supplies and medicines for any emergency needs.

The sky gradually darkened; the desert at night was even more dangerous than during the day. Ying Ni sat quietly in the center of the camp, half-lit by the sparse campfires. Her eyes were deep and focused, as if she were silently praying for the safety of her returning companions. The firelight danced on her face, illuminating a look of determination and worry.

Not far away, Muya bustled back and forth in the night. She had prepared all the necessary medicines and first aid supplies, neatly arranged beside her. However, she was still overcome with emotion, unconsciously clenching the medicine bottle in her hand, then gently putting it down.

Muya paced back and forth through the camp, each step heavy and anxious. Her gaze frequently wandered into the distance, as if trying to pierce the darkness and see the companions she deeply cared about. The night breeze blew gently, bringing gusts of cool air, but it couldn't dispel the worry in her heart.

The camp was completely silent, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects and the rustling of wind. But beneath this stillness lay the deepest turmoil in the hearts of Muya and Ying Ni. In their own ways, they waited and hoped for the safe return of their brave companions who had embarked on this journey.