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

Ying Ni decided not to hesitate any longer. She changed into a different style of clothing, as if to sweep away the loneliness of the night. She walked out the door and into the night. The cold wind on the street made her shiver, but her heart beat faster at the impending bustle. She quickened her pace, heading towards the garage and driving towards the vibrant bar, hoping that every moment there would allow her to feel the warmth of life, temporarily forget her loneliness, and immerse herself in the bustle and joy of the night.

Ying Lai slowly drove her car through the bustling, throbbing streets. Firecrackers rang out continuously, their crackling sounds echoing through the air. The din in her ears felt like the background music of this festive celebration. On both sides of the street, a group of lively and adorable children excitedly waved colorful fireworks sticks. These sticks drew dazzling trails across the night sky, a dreamlike brilliance that added infinite vitality and energy to the evening. Ying Lai's gaze drifted between the twinkling points of light, her eyes gleaming with a complex and profound light, as if she were recalling something, or even pondering something.

Her thoughts drifted back to that distant childhood, a time filled with laughter and carefree joy. She remembered being a tiny, chubby child, waving a glittering firework stick under the warm, loving gaze of her father and mother. Back then, all she needed to do was be happy. Her parents' love was her strongest support, the warmest sunshine on her path. In that innocent time, her heart was free of worries, free of sorrow, only curiosity about the world and a longing for the future.

However, as her memories gradually returned, Ying Xuan began to understand the cruelty and relentlessness of fate. From the moment she was born, her parents' death seemed predetermined, an inescapable fate. The universe seemed to tolerate no change, and she, the one who controlled her fate, was an alien born within it. After a carefree childhood, her parents in this life had to pay the price of their lives for her existence, leaving her heart filled with endless guilt and sorrow.

The glow of the fireworks gradually faded in the night sky, just like her childhood memories: beautiful but fleeting, like a dream, leaving only a lingering warmth upon waking. Ying Ni took a deep breath and continued driving. Amidst the clamor of the night, her heart was filled with nostalgia for the good old days, yet also with confusion and uncertainty about the future. She knew she still had a long road ahead, and she needed to bravely forge ahead, even if the path ahead was filled with unknowns and challenges.

Ying Ni drove her car slowly toward a bar called "Jian Yin." As night fell, the city's neon lights began to flicker with a hazy brilliance. She parked her car securely in the parking space outside the bar, retrieved her keys, and stepped out with ease. The air was filled with the hustle and bustle of a city night and the aroma of alcohol, but a strange anticipation welled up in her heart, as if the prelude to some mysterious event was about to unfold.

Ying Ni stood at the shop entrance, her gaze fixed on the two words flashing in neon above—"See Cause." These two words seemed imbued with some mysterious power, allowing her to sense the presence of the force of cause and effect. Standing there, she seemed to hear the whispers of time and feel the pulse of fate. There are many forces of law in the world, but few can compare to the power of fate. And the power of cause and effect is one of them, like an invisible thread connecting every life's choices and future.

After birth, a person faces different choices at every fork in the road, and each one is like placing a piece on the chessboard of fate. Ying Lie knows that once a person makes a choice, they choose the corresponding destiny. Similarly, from birth, a person is bound by causal relationships with their parents and the world. Every different choice in life weaves a different web of causality. These causal webs intertwine to form each person's unique life trajectory.

Ying Xuan walked into the bar thoughtfully. If she remembered correctly, the God of Karma was the most mysterious of gods. She had never seen him since becoming a god, only occasionally hearing the God of Spring and his companions mention him. She hadn't expected to feel the profound and powerful force of karma in such an ordinary-looking bar. She had originally come to relax, but now her curiosity was piqued.

As soon as Ying Ni stepped into the bar, she was drawn to the boisterous crowd on the central dance floor. Standing at the doorway, her gaze, through the flickering lights, fixed on those swaying to the rhythm of the music. The music played in a constantly shifting rhythm, sometimes passionate, sometimes soothing. From the booths, the crisp clink of glasses echoed, accompanied by the shouts of drinking games, filling the bar with energy and enthusiasm. Bartenders bustled between the booths, their drinks a testament to their accomplishments. They expertly prepared a variety of cocktails, ensuring a delightful drinking experience for every patron.

Ying Ni made her way through the throng to a corner of the bar, where she slid delicately onto a bench, her fingers tapping the tabletop. She looked around, taking in every corner of the bar: the lighting, the decor, the crowd, the bartenders. Every detail evoked the unique charm of this place. She felt an inexplicable excitement, as if the entire world had come alive.

"What would you like to drink?" the bartender heard the noise and turned to ask loudly, his voice a little distant over the thrum of music. "Hello, a special cocktail, remember to make it sweet," Ying Ni made her request, glancing sideways at the reveling crowd on the dance floor. Although she had no intention of joining in, she enjoyed the lively atmosphere. She loved the feeling of being surrounded by people, as if she were part of the excitement, yet at a distance, able to observe quietly and enjoy this unique solitude.

"Here's your drink," the bartender handed over a meticulously prepared cocktail. Ying Ni took the glass and examined the multicolored cocktail before her. The five distinct layers were a feast for the eyes. She took a sip, the first a crisp, then a fiery, stimulating taste, and finally a chilled, icy coolness on her tongue. The distinct layers left a lasting aftertaste. She closed her eyes and let the drink slowly melt in her mouth, as if she could sense the bartender's meticulous attention to detail. Each layer of flavor was like a carefully crafted melody, weaving together a beautiful song of drinking.