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

As night fell, the hazy moonlight gently cast a shadow over the ancient village, shrouding the land in a mysterious veil. As Ying Ni entered the village, Zhao Di, the red-clad female ghost, immediately sensed an unusual presence. She stood beneath the ancient tree at the village entrance, her bright red dress fluttering gently in the night breeze, like a red spider lily blooming in the darkness. Zhao Di narrowed her eyes, trying to gauge Ying Ni's strength, but unable to discern it, a sense of alarm welled up within her. To ensure her safety, she decided to lure Ying Ni into the village. She withdrew all ghostly aura, transforming herself into a wisp of smoke, blending seamlessly into the night.

Ying Yao landed lightly, feeling a gentle breeze as the ghostly aura shrouding the village gradually dissipated, as if gently brushed away by an invisible hand. With a sharp gaze, she walked through the dark woods and arrived at the center of the village. As she entered, she saw that the houses and trees, once shrouded in the black aura, had returned to their original appearance, as if all the haze had been dispelled and light had returned to the village.

Ying Ni easily reached the ancestral hall. Standing before the ancient, heavy door, she peered through the crack, seemingly able to peer into everything within. The people inside also noticed that the dark aura surrounding the hall had dissipated considerably, and the elders' faces lit up with long-lost smiles, believing it was the blessing of the guardian deity. However, the Zhang family father and son knew that the person they had been waiting for had finally arrived. Old Man Zhang, with his hand, etched with the marks of time, gave his son, Zhang Guangyao, a meaningful gesture.

Zhang Guangyao understood the hint and quietly left, his steps light and swift, like a night cat. He passed through the back door of the ancestral hall and disappeared into the night. Ying Ni stood outside the ancestral hall, waiting quietly. She knew that every step she took would determine her fate. She must remain vigilant, for in this ancient village lurked unknown dangers and challenges.

Sunlight filtered through the tall window lattices of the ancestral hall, casting patches of light across the mottled bluestone slabs. Warm rays danced across the ancient ground, as if telling the traces of history. Ying Ni pushed open the heavy wooden door, and the hinges creaked with a long, drawn-out sound, as if telling of the passage of time. She stepped into the main hall, where an air of ancient simplicity washed over her. The air was thick with sandalwood and the lingering scent of history. Inside, a group of clan elders sat around a massive mahogany table, their faces etched with seriousness and confusion as they engaged in a heated discussion.

"Who are you?" A long-bearded elder suddenly raised his head, staring at Ying Ni with a sharp gaze, his tone filled with unquestionable authority. Ying Ni, however, seemed unconcerned. She glanced at the elder with disdain, a sneer curling her lips, as if in her eyes, these so-called elders were nothing more than ants before her.

"It's your honor to be here. Who asked me to come?" Her voice was cold and firm, as if declaring her identity and status. She walked straight to an empty seat and sat down gracefully, as if it was prepared for her. Here, she was like a queen, in control of everything.

"Hey, how dare you, a woman, sit in my ancestral hall? Get up right now!" Another elder stood up angrily, pointing a trembling finger at Ying Ni, his face wrinkled with anger. Several other elders also stood up, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, as if a storm was about to break out. Their eyes were filled with anger and confusion. They couldn't understand why a woman could dare to be so presumptuous.

In that tense and oppressive atmosphere, Ying Ni sat at a rustic wooden table, upon which sat an exquisite tea set. The wafting aroma of tea formed a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere around her. Her bright eyes seemed to see through everything, and beneath her calm face lay a subtle determination.

"Um, are you from the Security Bureau?" Old Man Zhang's voice echoed through the crowd, a hint of tentativeness and uneasiness. His eyes were fixed on Ying Ni, as if searching for an answer, an answer that could save them from this dire situation. His voice, though weak, was filled with anticipation and hope.

Ying Ying gently set down the teacup in her hand, her movements graceful yet powerful. She slowly raised her head, her gaze piercing, and stared directly at Old Man Zhang. "You're looking for the Security Bureau? Bring out the stuff!" Her voice was calm and firm, cutting straight to the point without a single word of hesitation. Her words exuded an unquestionable authority that compelled her to believe.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Guangyao quickly stepped forward, clutching several yellowed account books and a heavy bag of disks. He walked over to Ying Ni and gently placed the items down. "Here's everything. Take a look." His tone was resolute, as if he were taking a gamble with no way out. His eyes were firm, revealing both anticipation for the future and dissatisfaction with the current situation.

"Zhang Laogen, Zhang Guangyao, what do you two want?" an elder demanded, his voice trembling with panic, finally unable to contain his inner panic. His eyes flickered between the Zhang father and son, searching for a flaw. His voice was filled with doubt and unease, as if he feared what was about to happen.

"Right, right, are you two going to betray the clan?" Another elder jumped up, his finger nearly poking Old Man Zhang's nose, his face filled with anger and confusion. His voice was high and sharp, full of accusations and dissatisfaction, as if questioning the loyalty of the Zhang family father and son.

Facing the elders' accusations, Old Man Zhang sneered. "Traitor? It's not like I wouldn't want to be here! Besides, the good things in the clan don't happen to us, father and son. Instead, we're expected to shoulder the brunt of the bad. How could such a good thing happen?" His voice was sonorous and powerful, each word like a hammer, hammering down on the hearts of everyone present. His words were filled with dissatisfaction with the current situation and a yearning for the future, making one feel his inner anger and helplessness.

As Old Man Zhang finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence. A sense of oppression and tension hung in the air, making even breathing difficult. Everyone's eyes flickered between Ying Ni and the Zhang father and son, unsure how this incident would end. Everyone's heart was filled with doubt and unease, awaiting the next development.