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

"Dear viewers across the country, this is the China Television News Broadcast." The host of the China National Channel on TV is reporting the latest news with full enthusiasm and a smile on his face, his voice full of love and care for the country and the people.

"Now, I have an important news report for everyone. Recently, a serious chain traffic accident unfortunately occurred in the Land of Sakura, causing tremendous impact and losses. According to the latest news, this traffic accident resulted in the tragic deaths of nearly 100 citizens of the country and nearly 1,000 injuries. It also caused huge economic losses approaching hundreds of millions of yuan. On behalf of the Chinese people, I express my deep condolences and sincere sympathy to the families of the victims. We hope that the Land of Sakura can recover from this disaster as soon as possible, and we also hope that all the injured can recover quickly. At the same time, we also remind viewers across the country to pay attention to traffic safety and abide by traffic rules in their daily lives to prevent similar tragedies from happening again."

Several days had passed since the car accident, and after praying for the deceased's soul, Ying Ni noticed that several groups of people had recently left the country. This news didn't surprise Ying Ni; after all, in China, revenge was considered a traditional virtue.

"Uncle Shan, I want to make a deal with the country."

In the dimly lit chamber, Ying Ni stood tall and focused, surrounded by ancient runes and intricate magic arrays. The air was filled with a faint metallic sheen and the unique aroma of unknown materials. Before her, a massive refining furnace, like a sleeping giant, stood tall and steep, its body covered in the marks of time, yet still exuding extraordinary power.

Ying Ni's eyes gleamed with determination and anticipation as she slowly selected a few crucial ingredients from a table piled high with various exotic materials. Some were crystal clear, as if imbued with the power of the stars; others were dark as night, with faint arcs of electricity flowing across their surfaces, exuding a dangerous aura.

She gently stroked each piece of material, as if communicating silently with them, ensuring they would blend perfectly and, together, forge the puppet to be born. With a low shout from Ying Ni, she twisted her wrist, and as if drawn by an invisible force, the materials fell precisely into the refining furnace.

The fire suddenly erupted, transforming into a blazing torrent that instantly enveloped the materials within. Ying Ni formed hand seals and muttered to herself. The ancient incantation echoed through the secret room, interweaving with the roar of the fire into a stirring melody.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Inside the refining furnace, the materials gradually melted together under the baptism of the flames, emitting bursts of strange sounds. As Ying Ni's incantation became faster and faster, the furnace fire became more and more vigorous, and the entire secret room was shaken by this power.

Finally, when the last rune condensed and took shape in the air, it suddenly slammed into the refining furnace, and a deafening roar erupted from the furnace. Flames splashed everywhere, and a majestic aura gushed out from the furnace mouth, reaching the sky. When everything subsided, a lifelike puppet slowly rose from the furnace, emitting a faint spiritual light and a cold aura.

Ying Ni gazed at the puppet before her, meticulously crafted from the likeness provided by Emperor Xin. Nearby hung a simple, ancient portrait. The Emperor Xin seemed to have traveled through millennia, silently gazing at every spectator. His features were profound and complex, his brows radiating an unspoken imperial aura. His eyes, narrow and piercing, seemed to see through everything, yet at the same time seemed to hold an endless depth and melancholy. His nose, high and sharp, was as firm as a mountain yet as soft as flowing water. His lips curled slightly, a hint of a smile, as if telling an ancient and mysterious tale.

However, the puppet created by Ying Ni differs from the Emperor Xin depicted in the painting. The portrait depicts Emperor Xin clad in a magnificent dragon robe, its gold and red patterns shimmering in the interplay of light and shadow, embodying his supreme status and majesty. His posture stands tall and straight, as resilient as pine and cypress trees. Even in the still image, one can sense his surging strength and unyielding will. In contrast, the puppet is dressed in modern clothing, which somewhat diminishes its imperial aura.

"Although your puppet has some of my charm, it is ultimately just a poor imitation." Emperor Xin watched Ying Ni complete the refining and hurried forward to examine it, feeling a little dissatisfied.

"You don't seem satisfied? Then, try it yourself." There was a hint of displeasure in Ying Meng's tone. She could have started refining earlier, but she spent more than ten days looking for a painter to paint a portrait of Emperor Xin.

During the search for the painter, Emperor Xin repeatedly expressed dissatisfaction, relying on his status as the ancestor to force the painter to revise his work hundreds of times. Finally, at Ying Ni's insistence, he reluctantly agreed. Now, Emperor Xin dared to find fault. Ying Ni suppressed the urge to crush his soul, sneering inwardly.

Since ancient times, people have often said, "Only young women are difficult to raise," a saying that seems to have endured throughout history. Emperor Xin, despite his status as a ruler, retained a keen insight and the ability to discern human hearts. However, in his current situation, he still relied on Ying Ni's help. Ying Ni was indispensable to him, possessing his soul and allowing him to continue to exist in this world. Therefore, despite his status as an emperor, Emperor Xin could not easily offend Ying Ni.

"Niannian, have you mastered it already?" Shan Zhizhi asked with a hint of surprise. His knowledge of the art of refining weapons was limited to descriptions he'd read in novels and bits and pieces he'd heard from older generations. In reality, he had never witnessed the actual refining process.

Just a few days ago, when his niece suddenly asked to borrow a place to refine a weapon, he was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped. The offer was completely unexpected, and he was at a loss for words. Even more shocking was that after the news spread quickly, several Taoists, including some senior masters, came out of seclusion and gathered at the Security Bureau. This phenomenon was truly rare, as these masters usually practiced in seclusion and rarely emerged for external matters. However, this time, they appeared in droves to discuss the weapon, highlighting the unusual nature of the matter.

In the conference room, a group of distinguished individuals, each with a sage-like demeanor, were engaged in a heated debate. Their sharp words and relentless exposés on each other's pasts escalated into a heated debate. The atmosphere was tense and heated, as if the air were thick with the smell of gunpowder.

At the same time, several important figures in the country were attracted by the excitement and expressed their willingness to join in. Their presence undoubtedly added a certain weight to the debate, making the already heated discussion even more eye-catching.

After much discussion and negotiation, Ying Ni finally made a decision. She refused to allow any unauthorized personnel into the refining room, but she agreed to videotaping the process. To observe the refining process, Ying Ni practiced several magical instruments to verify the video's validity. Shan Zhizhi was allowed to make an exception and enter the scene entirely because of his status as Ying Ni's uncle.