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

Two days later, at dawn, as the first rays of sunlight pierced the mist, a golden glow shone upon the tents, blending with the tense atmosphere. Ying Ni, a slender woman in tight combat fatigues, her gaze determined. She led her team at the edge of the camp, preparing to embark on the legendary Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The local guide, a thin, dark-skinned middle-aged man, stood beside Ying Ni, holding a long staff. His eyes revealed a familiarity and awe of this forest. Following closely behind were Bai Han Ning, Zi Jing, and Zhang Tianyi, all well-equipped and solemn. In addition, there were three military personnel and a psychic from the Security Bureau, all equipped with even more professional gear and fully armed, ready for battle.

At Ying Ni's command, the group set out on their journey. Miasma lingered on the outskirts of the Shiwan Mountains, floating in the air like a veil, though the density wasn't very high, allowing only the faint outlines of the mountains and forests to be seen. The guide walked ahead, expertly directing the way, leading Ying Ni and her group deeper along a path carved by the locals.

In this mountain forest, birdsong echoed, and the occasional roar of wild beasts chilled the heart. However, Ying Li knew that the greatest danger in the Shiwan Mountains wasn't the ferocious beasts or the complex environment, but the pervasive miasma. Once lost, one would be trapped in the miasma. The more exposure, the more inhaled, and the body's ability to detoxify would be rendered insignificant.

Ying Ni, Bai Han Ning, Zi Jing, and Zhang Tianyi, leveraging their profound cultivation, sealed their acupuncture points to prevent the intrusion of the miasma. The others, donning gas masks and oxygen tanks, advanced cautiously. Their steps were steady, but their expressions couldn't conceal their nervousness and uneasiness.

In this ancient and mysterious forest, every step is filled with uncertainty and danger. With unwavering faith and determination, Ying Ni and her companions embark on a journey of exploration. Their figures, shrouded in the lingering miasma, gradually fade away, becoming the most unique landscape in this forest.

Deep within the Shiwan Mountains, Ying Ni and her companions continued their expedition. As they advanced, the surroundings grew increasingly blurred. Miasma formed a thick veil, isolating them from the outside world. The dense miasma obscured almost all light, limiting vision to a few steps. A pungent odor filled the air, making it suffocating. The guide paused, his brow furrowed. He looked around, seeing only chaos. Even the road ahead had vanished in the thick fog.

"Comrade Ying, the road ahead is completely covered by miasma. If we continue, we might get lost." The guide's voice was remarkably clear in the silence, yet it carried a hint of resignation. Ying Ni gazed at the miasma-shrouded forest, knowing full well that the decision she made at this moment would determine the fate of the entire team. She decisively ordered the team to rest on the spot and prepare to discuss a response strategy.

Ying Ni, the guide, Bai Han Ning, Zi Jing, Zhang Tianyi, and a military officer gathered in a circle, the atmosphere heavy with tension. The guide began to give a detailed report on the current situation, his voice echoing through the silent forest, unable to penetrate the thick miasma. Everyone remained silent, each pondering their next move.

"Now, what should we do? We're still some distance from the deepest point, but our biggest concern right now is getting lost." Ying Li broke the silence, his gaze sweeping across everyone's face. A military official spoke up, his voice tinged with worry. "Right now, the Beidou signal here is unstable. We can't use modern technology for positioning and navigation." He had already had someone check, and the Beidou signal was intermittent, unable to provide stable positioning and navigation.

"Without the help of modern technology, we can only rely on traditional navigation methods." Ying Ni said after a moment of contemplation. She looked around at the team members, each of whom had an extremely serious expression. She knew that they must rely on their own wisdom and experience to overcome the difficulties before them.

"We can use a compass and a map to help us find our way," the guide suggested. "Although visibility is poor, we can use the terrain features to help us find our way." He pulled a crumpled map from his backpack and unfolded it before everyone. The map marked some key landmarks and routes, but in this area shrouded in miasma, the usefulness of this information was greatly reduced.

"We also need a reliable landmark as a reference," Bai Handing added, "If we can find an obvious landmark, we can determine our position." Her words reminded everyone that they needed to find a reliable reference in the fog.

"I suggest that we don't rush forward," Zhang Tianyi put forward his opinion, "We can set up a temporary camp first and wait for the miasma to dissipate a little before taking action." His suggestion was recognized by everyone, because blindly advancing in the miasma would undoubtedly increase the risk.

"Then, let's follow Zhang Tianyi's suggestion and set up the camp first." Ying Li made the decision. She knew that in such an environment, team collaboration and decision-making were crucial.

In the tranquil wilderness, the setting sun cast a golden glow across the shimmering lake. Ying Ni and her companions, having spotted this spot with abundant water and a panoramic view, decided to set up camp. They quickly and methodically set about setting up their tents, each one clearly understanding their responsibilities and employing a clear division of labor, resulting in exceptional efficiency. They collaborated, some carrying supplies, others setting up the tent frame, and still others laying out the tent fabric. The entire process flowed seamlessly, like a meticulously choreographed dance.

Ying Ni and Zhang Tianyi stood at the center of the camp, their eyes focused and serious. Together, they set up a miasma-purifying formation. Its light shone brightly in the dusky twilight. Its lines, like flowing water, slowly traced a complex pattern across the ground. Each ray of light held a powerful purifying force. They chanted incoherently, waving their hands constantly, drawing the surrounding energy into the formation. The light grew brighter and brighter, seemingly able to dispel all evil.

Bai Hanning wielded a long white whip, her gaze as sharp as a hawk's. She moved lightly through the brush, her life-defining insect, the Golden Cicada Gu, swirling around her. Zijing, on the other hand, held a string of Buddhist beads and chanted a scripture. As he chanted, the scripture formed an invisible energy, dispelling the creatures in the area. Their movements were coordinated, a silent battle against the surrounding darkness.