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

Ying Ni frowned slightly, keenly aware that the two were deliberately avoiding the topic of returning home. Curious, she pressed, "What happened between you two?" However, Bai Fan and Di Xin remained unanimous, saying, "Nothing." Fearing she might press further, they quickly grabbed their keys and hurried back to the villa. Ying Ni's intuition told her that things weren't as simple as they were making out, and she resolved to find out what had happened.

Ying Ni watched them leave with a puzzled look on her face, her heart brimming with curiosity. She couldn't help but use her abilities to spy on the two, and the result made her laugh. It turned out they were avoiding their manager and stylist. The awkward, helpless expressions she saw as the stylist's hands roamed over Bai Fan and Di Xin's bodies were enough to keep her laughing for three days and three nights. Ying Ni thought, these two people are usually so confident, but she didn't expect them to appear so helpless in front of the stylist.

Ying Ni also noticed that one of them was forced by his manager to write songs until his inspiration ran out, while the other was booked for countless commercial performances, only to sneak away to avoid his manager. She felt a sense of sympathy, but also felt that their lives were full of drama. Ying Ni decided that when they returned tomorrow, she would make fun of them.

He Qingming stood alone in the spacious, empty villa, tightly clutching Ying Meng's information and photos, his eyes revealing an unconcealable tenderness and deep affection. He whispered softly to himself, as if questioning an invisible onlooker, "Should I go see her?" His voice echoed in the empty room, as if expecting no response. Xie Hui stood quietly behind him, knowing full well that at this moment, silence was the wisest option.

While waiting, He Qingming's thoughts had already flown to the distant Ying Ni. He made up his mind and turned to Xie Hui, saying, "Xie Hui, please contact all the major brand stores and have them send a batch of Tang suits and other styles of clothing as soon as possible." He knew clearly that his suit wouldn't be suitable for his meeting with Ying Ni tomorrow. He needed a more appropriate outfit, one that would allow him to present his most elegant side in front of her.

In less than an hour, He Qingming's front was filled with a dazzling array of clothes. He tried on one piece after another, but always felt as if something was missing. As he sifted through the sea of ​​clothes, his eyes finally settled on an obscure brand. A pure white Tang suit, delicately embroidered with gold thread and silver patterns, immediately caught his eye. He picked up the dress and stepped into the fitting room.

When He Qingming donned his Tang suit and walked out of the fitting room, he seemed to have traveled through time and space, transformed into a gentle, elegant nobleman from ancient times, as if he had stepped out of an ancient painting. He stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining his impeccable outfit, nodding slightly with satisfaction. Then, he pulled out a bank card and purchased all the clothes he had tried on without hesitation.

As the first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the slits in the curtains, casting a warm and soft light across the room, He Qingming leaped from his bed, his movements brisk and filled with anticipation. He quickly donned the Tang suit he had carefully selected the day before. The shimmering white satin shone softly in the morning light, as if bearing the weight of history and the warmth of time. He stood before the mirror, meticulously adjusting his collar and cuffs, paying attention to every detail. He wanted to be in top form for today's crucial moment.

Then, he turned and walked toward the pile of carefully prepared gifts. Each one carried his heart and memories. Some were antiques, some were handicrafts, each the fruit of years of searching. He gently caressed the gifts, as if in conversation with them, recounting the stories and emotions of the years. Each gift represented a token of his heart, and he hoped the recipient would feel his sincerity and blessing.

He Qingming picked up these precious gifts and walked out of the villa. Xie Hui had been waiting patiently by the car. When he saw He Qingming come out, he immediately opened the car door, respectfully and expectantly. He Qingming got in the car, which slowly started and drove towards the unfinished building. He was filled with anticipation and nervousness, because he knew that the person he was about to meet today was of great significance to him.

Back in the small building, Ying Ni had just risen. She pushed open the door and stepped lightly onto the balcony. She looked up at the horizon, where a rare, breathtaking scene of sea and sky merged into one. Just then, the call of a magpie pierced the morning tranquility, and Ying Ni felt the power of destiny within her tremble slightly, as if foreshadowing something. She felt a sense of doubt, but following the principles of the Great Dao, she refrained from exploring her future. She smiled, thinking that with such favor from Heaven, perhaps good things would happen today. She decided to let nature take its course, anticipating the surprises of today.

He Qingming stood before the door of the ancient building, clutching a carefully selected bouquet of irises. The fragrance permeated the air, yet it couldn't dispel the hesitation and uneasiness within him. His gaze lingered on the closed door, as if he could see Ying Ni's graceful figure through the wood grain. He paced back and forth in front of the door, but never found the courage to raise his hand and knock, as if behind it lay an insurmountable abyss. His heart was torn by conflict: on the one hand, he longed to meet the person within, but on the other, he dreaded the possibility of rejection and disappointment.

The pawnshop's spirit seemed oblivious to the man lingering in front of the door. Her gaze was cold, as if he didn't exist. He Qingming regained some of his composure at this moment. He recalled how, thousands of years ago, this door had always opened automatically for him, yet now it was tightly shut. This was undoubtedly a clear sign—the spirit was taking its anger out on him. He realized that perhaps some of his past actions had caused the spirit's dissatisfaction and alienation, and this filled him with a tinge of guilt and self-reproach.

At that moment, Bai Fan and Di Xin arrived at the small building together. Di Xin's gaze fell on the unfamiliar figure in front of the door. He stopped, his brows slightly furrowed. Bai Fan accidentally bumped into Di Xin's back. He walked out from behind Di Xin, his eyes also falling on He Qingming, and his voice gradually faded. He recognized He Qingming, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

"Oh my god, isn't this him?" Bai Fan exclaimed softly, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He hadn't expected to meet He Qingming, the legendary mysterious figure who controlled cause and effect, here.

"Who is it?" Di Xin asked in confusion. He had never met He Qingming before, so naturally, he had no idea who he was. He was curious about Bai Fan's reaction and also became interested in the person mentioned.

"He's the protagonist of our discussion yesterday, the one who controls karma," Bai Fan explained to Emperor Xin in a low voice, a hint of awe and nervousness in his voice. He was well aware of He Qingming's abilities and status, so he always spoke of him with an indescribable respect.