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

It had been more than ten days since Tianjizi's departure when Ying Ni stepped into the pawnshop again. The lights were still dim and warm, as if sweeping away the gloom of the outside world. She gently pushed open the heavy wooden door, and a familiar, reassuring atmosphere washed over her, instantly freeing her from the tension and busyness of the past few days. It was as if time had stopped there, and all her worries and anxieties vanished with the opening of the door.

Recalling those days, after Tianjizi's departure, Jiang Chen slowly drew back the emanating miasma within his body. His figure seemed particularly lonely and powerful in the night. Then, he turned and approached the zombies waiting outside, comforting them one by one, as if they were children waiting to return home. As the magnetic field outside the tomb gradually stabilized, the zombies gradually departed, leaving only the silent chamber and the anxious eyes of Bai Handing and the others. Bai Handing's eyes were filled with uncertainty about the future, but also with trust in Jiang Chen and a desire for peace.

Bai Hanning quickly contacted her superiors, and Security Bureau specialists soon arrived on the scene. After intense negotiations, an agreement was reached: the Security Bureau would allocate a designated area of ​​land for Jiang Chen to house his zombie minions, and Jiang Chen would officially become a peripheral member of the Security Bureau, contributing to peace in the mortal realm. This decision was both a recognition of Jiang Chen's strength and an attempt to achieve coexistence between humans and aliens. It marked the beginning of a new era, potentially improving relations between humans and aliens.

Meanwhile, Ying Ni and Zhang Tianyi were busy constructing a massive Yang-Gathering Array above the original tomb chamber. They meticulously planned, each talisman and each formation embodying their painstaking effort and ingenuity. As the Yang-Gathering Array activated, the yang energy surrounding the tomb gradually converged, forming a solid barrier that kept out the evil spirits. At this location, they and others also worked together to establish a signal point, facilitating future communication and contact. This signal point not only facilitated communication among themselves but also enabled rapid response to potential crises.

When the dust settled, Ying Ni finally breathed a sigh of relief. She dragged her exhausted body back to the pawnshop and collapsed onto her bed, as if releasing all the exhaustion and tension of the past ten days. She slept for three full days and nights, undisturbed by anyone. Only the sunlight from the window quietly streamed down her face, bringing a touch of warmth and tranquility. In her dreams, she seemed to have returned to a carefree time, free of conflict and responsibility, filled with pure peace and happiness.

The Spring Festival atmosphere permeated the air outside the window. Red lanterns and couplets swayed gently in the breeze, illuminating a scene of festivity and excitement. Ying Ni stood by the window, peering through the thin curtains at the world outside. The laughter and chatter of every household seemed to speak of the festive joy, but all this clamor seemed to have nothing to do with her. Instead, an inexplicable silence welled up in her heart, as if amidst the clamor, she felt even more alone. She felt an indescribable loneliness, as if the entire world was celebrating, while she felt like a forgotten corner, savoring this bustle that didn't belong to her.

She sighed softly, a faint melancholy welling up within her. Her true form was a Nine-Transformation Chaos Flower, existing since the dawn of chaos. A fellow spirit like Pangu, she had witnessed countless changes. Pangu created the world, bringing all things into being; Nuwa created humans and mended the heavens; the war between the witches and the lich, and Houtu established the underworld... These events unfolded before her eyes, yet she remained unchanged. Like an eternal spectator, she witnessed countless rises and falls, successes and failures, yet she remained true to herself, unfazed by the passage of time.

By then, her fellow kin had long since transformed into Daos, but she remained frozen in place, as if time had stood still for her. Until she grasped the laws of fate and attained divine power. However, the imperfections of fate forced her to enter the mortal realm, seeking the missing link. During her years in the mortal realm, she met a man whose presence was like a dazzling light, illuminating her heart. Their meeting seemed destined, and they seemed to possess an unspoken understanding and connection.

From the moment they met, they seemed to possess an indescribable connection and bond. However, fate's cruel twist ended their story before it even began. In Ying Ni's heart, those innocent memories lingered like an unhealed wound, often aching faintly in the quiet of the night. In the stillness of the night, she often recalled those fleeting yet beautiful times, her heart filled with endless longing and regret.

Now, she stood by the window, gazing at the bustling bustle and laughter outside, yet a loneliness filled her heart. She longed for someone by her side, someone to share her past, understand her present, and embrace the future with her. But amidst the hustle and bustle of the holiday, she could only savor her own quiet. She hoped that one day she would find someone who could connect with her, so that they could walk through every Spring Festival together, never feeling lonely again.

Ying Xuan took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, then slowly descended the stairs. She looked around; the former bustle and prosperity had vanished without a trace. She stood in the middle of the empty pawnshop, the silence all around her evoking an indescribable sense of desolation. Once, this place was a sacred place where mortals and immortals sought opportunities, a mysterious place where immortals traded and bestowed blessings, and a hub for the gathering and exchange of all walks of life across the Three Realms and Nine Provinces. Back then, the pawnshop was bustling with activity, the most dazzling focal point in the world.

However, the glory of the past has now become history, leaving only emptiness and silence. Ying Ni gently brushed the scattered fortune books on the table, quietly touched the ancient flute on the pen holder, and the dormant core source of the pawn shop. An indescribable sorrow welled up in her heart. She knew that until she could fully restore the full power of the ancient god, these once glorious companions could only lie dormant for a while, waiting for the opportunity for rebirth.

Ying Ni stood alone in the empty room, the silence so hushed she could almost hear her own heartbeat. The night outside the window was as dark as ink, the stars seemingly hidden behind thick clouds, as if even the sky had lost its former bustle and bustle. She looked around, the outlines of the furniture blurred in the dim light, and the ticking of the wall clock only served to accentuate the emptiness and loneliness of the room. An inexplicable sense of loneliness welled up in her heart, as if the entire world had forgotten her existence, like a speck of dust forgotten in a corner.

She suddenly thought of the bar, always bustling with people and blaring music, that vibrant and passionate place. Amidst the hustle and bustle there, perhaps she could temporarily forget her loneliness and solitude. She closed her eyes and imagined the flashing lights, the hustle and bustle of the crowd, the clinking of glasses, and the welcoming smiles of those unfamiliar faces. She longed to be part of that bustle, even if it was just a temporary escape, to feel the warmth and joy of the crowd.