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

The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains, softly illuminating the exquisite dining table, adding a touch of warmth to the tranquil morning. Ying Li finished her breakfast and sat in a soft recliner, her gaze piercing the window, seemingly contemplating something profound. He Qingming froze while washing the dishes. He had anticipated that once Ying Li regained her composure, she would realize the truth.

After washing all the dishes, He Qingming slowly sat down across from Ying Meng. His eyes held a hint of seriousness, as if what he was about to say hinged on their shared fate. "When I investigated cause and effect, I discovered that some spirits are not subject to reincarnation," he paused, his voice low. "When I attempted to investigate further, the Heavenly Dao prevented me from doing so."

Ying Ni withdrew her gaze from the sky and snorted coldly, seemingly unsurprised by all this. "Without sacrifice, how can we talk about gods?" Her voice was filled with a hint of disdain, as if she had a deep dissatisfaction with those so-called gods.

"No sacrifice? But does that mean all the gods have fallen?" He Qingming frowned. He had once investigated according to cause and effect, and all causes and effects were broken, which made him extremely confused.

Ying Xuan explained nonchalantly, "When I returned to Jiuzhou, I destroyed the passage between the outside world and Jiuzhou. All the causes and effects were covered up with the collapse of the passage." Her tone was relaxed, as if she had only done a trivial thing, but this matter had a huge impact on the whole world.

"No wonder. What's their situation now?" He Qingming's worry was palpable. After all, he had close friends outside the domain. While Ying Li's explanation was a relief, new questions surfaced in his mind. "Are they safe? Is the situation outside the domain stable? All of this is closely related to us."

"Oh, you care about them? You might as well care about yourself." Ying Ni sneered, her voice echoing in the empty hall, with a hint of disdain and ridicule. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring directly at He Qingming, as if she wanted to see through his thoughts. "The spiritual energy outside the domain is even more dense than when Jiuzhou was at its peak." There was a hint of pride in her words, as if she was describing a mysterious world she was familiar with. "They are just lost outside the domain." She continued, with a hint of contempt in her tone, "They are all gods who have lived for tens of thousands of years. They are all masters of their own. Not to mention other abilities, just the ability to save their lives has their own unique skills."

He Qingming listened to Ying Ni's words, and a wave of emotion welled up within him. He thought of the magical instruments and secret techniques his friends possessed, and he felt a certain sense of urgency. His eyes flickered slightly, as if he were pondering something profound. "By the way, I discovered something interesting when calculating the variables earlier." He Qingming smiled at Ying Ni, a thought reminiscent of something. His smile held a hint of mystery, as if concealing a hidden secret.

Ying Ni put down her water cup and looked at He Qingming calmly. Her movements were unhurried, as if everything was under her control. "Did you see it?" Her voice was low and powerful, as if testing He Qingming's limits. "I saw it." He Qingming nodded. His answer was concise and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

"Are you going to tell Tiandao?" Ying Ni felt uneasy, a subtle flicker of nervousness in her eyes. After all, He Qingming had attacked her before, a blow that not only ended Ling Qiao's life but also shattered all her trust in him. He Qingming's body tensed. He could sense Ying Ni's uneasiness. He knew the consequences of his previous attack; that blow had severing not only Ling Qiao's life but also all her trust in him. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Ying Ni's questioning left He Qingming in a moment of silence. He knew her concerns were not unfounded. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, then slowly spoke, "I won't tell Tiandao." His voice was firm and powerful, revealing an unquestionable resolve. He Qingming knew he had to take action to repair the rift between him and Ying Ni, to rebuild the trust he had so deeply broken.

Ying Li raised her brows slightly, as if surprised by He Qingming's response. A scrutinizing look flashed across her eyes, as if she were assessing the truthfulness of He Qingming's words. After a moment, she slowly spoke, "I hope you'll remember what you said." Her voice was calm, yet it held an undeniable seriousness. Ying Li knew how difficult it was to repair a broken trust, but she also understood that sometimes giving someone a chance was also giving yourself a chance.

He Qingming's gaze betrayed a deep inquiry. He stared intently at Ying Ni, his unfathomable eyes seemingly able to see through hearts. He softly asked, "When do you plan to activate this chess piece?" He Qingming's words echoed through the quiet room, remarkably clear. His voice expressed curiosity about Ying Ni's plan, tinged with a subtle tinge of worry. A complex expression crossed Ying Ni's face, and her eyes seemed to reflect the vicissitudes of life through the ages, leaving her unpredictable.

"The Heavenly Dao took advantage of my unstable mind upon my return and plotted against me. All I did was lay a pawn." Ying Ni's voice was deep and powerful, each word carrying a weight of history. A flicker of anger flashed in her eyes, a reflection of deep dissatisfaction with the Heavenly Dao and a sense of helplessness over the past.

"And I don't intend to use it lightly." Ying Li's words revealed an unwavering resolve. She knew the weight of her responsibility, and for the safety of hundreds of millions of lives on Blue Star, she must exercise restraint. Her hand gently stroked an ancient chess piece, as if caressing her past and future, sensing the power and history contained within.

"You can cause Him some trouble, but be mindful of your limits. You can't shoulder the karma of billions of lives." He Qingming's tone became serious and earnest. He knew Ying Wan's impulsive nature well, and the dire consequences that could result if she lost control. His eyes were filled with worry, as if he was apprehensive about Ying Wan's future and the burdens she might bear.

Ying Ni smiled, a smile tinged with bitterness and relief. She understood He Qingming's concern came from the heart, and she also knew that for the greater good, she had to control her impulses. "Don't worry, I won't act rashly." Her voice was firm yet gentle, like the wind in the bamboo forest—soft yet powerful, it reassured and trusting.