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

Ying Ni knew that within the gloomy depths of the tomb, any modern means of communication was useless. She shook her head helplessly, then sat cross-legged. She took a deep breath, calmed her mind, and then pulled out a delicate array disk from her waist. As she poured her spiritual energy into it, the disk began to emit a soft glow, which gradually spread, forming an invisible shield. This shield not only protected her from external attacks but also provided her with a relatively safe space. Ying Ni closed her eyes and began to regulate her breathing. Her mind gradually calmed. She knew that Jiang Chen's methods were unfathomable. Although the restrictions on the coffin were strong, they might not be able to trap him forever. If Jiang Chen wanted to break the restrictions, it was only a matter of the cost.

Jiang Chen's gaze fell on the array surrounding Ying Ni, and a hint of confusion crossed his usually expressionless face. Though he transcended the Three Realms, he disdained such despicable acts as a sneak attack. At that moment, Ying Ni's spirit, freed from the constraints of her flesh, floated upward like a light feather, piercing the massive mountain until it reached the vast sky.

High in the sky, Ying Ni's spirit gazed down. She saw Bai Handing, Zi Jing, Zhang Tianyi, and the mysterious psychic working together to create a dazzling barrier. Within the barrier, they closed their eyes and steadied their breath, as if cut off from the world. Beyond it lay a dense swarm of zombies, frantically attacking the barrier, attempting to break through its protective barrier. However, Ying Ni perceived a certain ease in their composure, and her worries dissipated.

She saw Bai Hanning and the others appearing remarkably calm within the barrier. Their coordination was seamless, each movement imbued with power and beauty. The zombie horde, though vast in number, seemed powerless before them. A surge of pride welled up in Ying Ni's heart. She knew her friends were rare warriors, capable of protecting themselves and the world.

She controlled her spirit, like a gentle breeze, traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, ultimately arriving in the bustling capital. There, the towering Security Bureau building stood majestically, like the city's guardian. Ying Ni's spirit slowly descended above the Security Bureau, gazing at the modern building, a strange feeling welled up in her heart.

Ying Ni's spirit, light as smoke, silently passed through the security area, finally landing outside Shan Zhizhi's office window. Sunlight streamed down upon her, but it couldn't penetrate her form, leaving only a faint shadow. She gazed at the busy figures within the office, a complex mix of emotions welling up within her. The Security Bureau's jurisdiction encompassed a world of extraordinary people and events, and Shan Zhizhi, as Director, was destined to be constantly busy, handling matters beyond the reach of ordinary human imagination.

Shan Zhizhi was buried in a pile of documents, his brow furrowed, as if deep in thought over a complex problem. Suddenly, he felt a strange vibration, as if sensing the fluctuation of soul power. He raised his head and gazed through the glass window in the direction of Ying Ni, trying to determine the source of the vibration.

Ying Ni took a deep breath and passed through the cold wall, as if crossing the threshold of another world, arriving before Shan Zhizhi. Shan Zhizhi sensed the presence of soul power and channeled the power of the laws within his body. A golden light flashed in his eyes, as if piercing through the thick fog, and beheld Ying Ni's spirit. His ability, the result of unexpectedly gaining the memory and partial power of the Heavenly Dao after a near-life-or-death adventure, gave him greater confidence and composure when facing Ying Ni, and enabled him to better handle supernatural events.

"What happened over there in the Shiwan Mountains that allowed you to leave your body and come see me?" Shan Zhizhi's voice was deep and powerful. He knew the dangers of leaving the body; the consequences could be disastrous if he wasn't careful. Ying Ni's spirit sat down and said helplessly, "I've identified the source of the miasma, but I can't handle this on my own. I had to come to you." Her voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and anxiety, as if the events over there in the Shiwan Mountains were beyond her control and more complicated than she had anticipated.

Shan Zhizhi was thrilled to learn that Ying Ni had discovered the source of the miasma. The state had previously secretly sent several groups of people into the area, but none of them had been able to pinpoint the cause, and instead suffered varying degrees of injury. Those people were now receiving the Buddha's light in the temple, hoping to regain their health.

Under Shan Zhizhi's excited and expectant gaze, Ying Li did not directly reveal the reason for the miasma, but asked a question: "Have you heard of Jiang Chen?" Her voice echoed in the empty office, as if carrying some irresistible power, causing Shan Zhizhi to have an ominous premonition in his heart.

Shan Zhizhi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if an invisible force were violently pounding within his chest, leaving him feeling an unprecedented tension and excitement. Countless images flashed through his mind, from childhood memories to recent experiences, but ultimately settled on the figure from ancient legend—Jiang Chen. His eyes held a hint of disbelief, as if he were asking himself, "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

His eyes widened involuntarily, his mouth slowly opening as if to vent his astonishment. He turned his gaze to Ying Ni, a look seeking confirmation, filled with doubt and anticipation. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, as if he was waiting for Ying Ni's response to resolve his confusion.

Ying Ni ruthlessly shattered Shan Zhizhi's fantasy. Her tone was calm and firm: "Don't think about it. It's the answer in your mind." Shan Zhizhi's heart trembled, as if struck by a heavy hammer. He felt dizzy and his hands involuntarily scratched his hair, trying to sort out the sudden chaos. His thoughts were like being swept by a violent storm, unable to calm down.

He stood up and began pacing back and forth in the room, his steps heavy and hurried. His brow furrowed, his heart filled with countless questions and anxieties. Shan Zhizhi walked to the table, resting his hands on the edge, looking down at Ying Ni, his voice trembling slightly: "Are you sure? Are you sure this is the truth?"

Ying Li raised her head, her gaze firmly meeting Shan Zhizhi's, and uttered four words: "I saw it with my own eyes." Shan Zhizhi felt a chill run down his spine, his world seemingly turned upside down at that moment. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the turmoil within him wouldn't subside for a long time. His heartbeat quickened again, as if fighting against the unknown fear and the impending challenge.