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

Ying Ni stood at the entrance to the main tomb chamber, her gaze fixed on the mysterious figures before her. She pulled some stones from her pocket, gently twisted a few between her fingers, and hurled them toward the reposeful figures. To everyone's surprise, the stones didn't strike anything, instead landing squarely on the ground with a resounding thud. This eerie scene made everyone present tense, and an indescribable, uncanny aura permeated the air. It was as if time had frozen in that moment, and everything around them had become eerily quiet. Only the sound of the stones hitting the ground echoed throughout the empty tomb, filling the air with an inexplicable dread.

Ying Ni turned to face the archaeological team and said solemnly, "From now on, do not disturb anything in the tomb, and follow us closely." Her voice echoed through the tomb chamber with an irresistible force. Her eyes were firm, revealing a reverence for the unknown and a sense of responsibility to the team. The archaeological team members were moved by her words and attitude, nodding in understanding and obedience. They knew that this ancient tomb concealed countless secrets and dangers, and Ying Ni, as their guide and guardian, would lead them through this unknown labyrinth.

Ying Ni led her team, step by step, slowly but steadily, toward the main tomb chamber's gate. Heavy footsteps echoed through the deep passage, as if each step treaded deep into history, echoing with ancient echoes. The air was thick with the scent of dust, as if transported to a thousand-year-old tomb, each step treading on the dust of history. Suddenly, as if awakened by a mysterious force, the stone statues on either side of the main tomb chamber's gate slowly moved. A chilling glint seemed to flash in the statues' eyes, as if they were ghosts guarding the ancient tomb, watching over any intruder who dared to trespass.

Soon after, more stone statues appeared in the passage, as if they had emerged from the earth, silently appearing before the archaeological team. These statues were arranged in an orderly formation, like a silent army, guarding the tranquility of the tomb. They stood silently, yet exuded an inviolable majesty. The air was filled with tension and unease, as if a major battle was about to break out.

In this tense atmosphere, there was no time to blame. Ying Ni faced the statue head-on, her eyes firm and calm, as if she had already prepared for anything. The sword in her hand gleamed coldly in the dim light, as if it was her only support, her only weapon against the unknown danger. Jing Kong and Gu Qingxiao protected the archaeological team and Mu Ya from either side, their movements swift and precise, as if they had anticipated this moment and were prepared for any possible danger.

Gu Yanqing and Miao Yimo each attacked, their movements flowing like water, their coordination seamless, repelling the statue's attacks. Gu Yanqing's swordsmanship was fierce, each strike precisely striking the statue's vital points, as if his sword were a blade severing the dust of history. Miao Yimo, using softness to overcome hardness, deftly neutralized the statue's attacks. His movements were graceful and powerful, as if he were defying death with a dance. Their coordination was seamless, like a meticulously choreographed dance, showcasing both their martial prowess and their mutual trust and understanding.

Ying Ni channeled her spiritual energy, gripping the hilt tightly. A layer of frost quickly coated the blade. A chill permeated the air, as if even the very air itself had frozen. She swung her sword forward, a blast of chilling sword energy whistling out, striking the moving stone statues within the tomb. Upon contact with the sword energy, the statues instantly shattered and crumbled, like fragile glass, sending shards flying and dust billowing.

"Quick, attack the statue!" Ying Ni discovered the statue's weakness and immediately shouted. Her voice echoed in the tomb, filled with a hint of urgency and excitement, like a horn on the battlefield, inspiring her companions to join the battle.

Gu Qingxiao and Jingkong protected Muya and the archaeological team, one occasionally unleashing streams of fiery sword energy while the other unleashed the secret Buddhist technique of One Finger Zen. The sword energy burned like a blazing flame, while the One Finger Zen carried a tranquil yet powerful force. Together, the two shattered the stone statues one by one. The fiery sword energy and the golden Buddha light intertwined, creating a spectacular battle scene.

Gu Yanqing conjured up hundreds of golden swords, their gleaming lights twinkling like stars. Each sword, imbued with endless murderous intent, whirled rapidly, piercing the stone statues, completely destroying them. The golden sword lights traced dazzling trails through the tomb, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky.

Miao Yimo wielded a long whip, lashing out with it, leaving deep marks. The whip drew graceful arcs through the air, and each swing was accompanied by the sound of the stone statue shattering, like a conductor waving his baton, guiding a silent symphony.

With the tacit cooperation of several people, they finally defeated all the stone statues. The tomb was filled with dust and cold, as if it had just experienced a fierce battle. The traces of battle were everywhere, the remains of the stone statues were scattered on the ground, and the joy of victory was on everyone's face.

The tomb was filled with an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, and stone statues scattered across the floor seemed to tell a story thousands of years old. Ying Ni stood in the dim light, her gaze piercing the archaeological team. Her voice echoed through the tomb, carrying a hint of undeniable severity: "Didn't I say not to touch anything? Now tell me, who of you did?"

The old professor and his young apprentice stood aside, their expressions serious. A firm glint in the old professor's eyes flashed, and he answered without hesitation, "We didn't touch anything." His apprentice followed suit, his tone firm, "Yes, we were always very careful."

The relatively young woman stood aside, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. She seemed quite nervous, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the hem of her clothes. Finally, she spoke in a low, weak voice, "I simply touched a mysterious pattern on the wall. I truly didn't anticipate such serious consequences." Despite her soft voice, it was remarkably clear in the quiet chamber, as if every word echoed in the empty chamber.

"Xiao Shu, I really don't know how to communicate this to you. Before we set off, I repeatedly emphasized not to touch anything without permission, but why didn't you listen to my advice? Luckily, our colleagues from the Security Bureau were there to ensure our safety, but can you guarantee someone will be there to protect you every time? This is a matter of life and death." The old professor's tone was filled with disappointment and worry. He continued, "You are my junior's student. I thought you would be more cautious and conscientious, but you made such a basic mistake. I'm very sorry."