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

Ying Ni sat quietly at the long table in the center of the ancestral hall, several account books and a gleaming disk spread out before her. Her gaze was cold, as if it could penetrate all illusions and see directly into the deepest secrets of the human heart. The Zhang family father and son stood nearby, their expressions a complex mix of anxiety and anticipation, yet they dared not disturb the woman who controlled the situation. They knew that every decision Ying Ni made could affect the entire family's future, so they could only wait silently, hoping for a satisfactory answer from her.

Ying Ni simply waved her hand in response to the lawsuit filed by the Zhangs and their elders, tucking the ledger and disk into the bag beside her. Her gesture was graceful and decisive, as if to tell everyone that she would not interfere. A deathly silence fell over the ancestral hall, broken only by the occasional rustle of the wind, which seemed to hint at the approaching storm. Ying Ni's decision surprised everyone; they had expected her to intervene in the dispute, but her attitude was completely different.

"Your disputes will have to wait for the police to arrive and take over." Ying Ni's voice was calm and firm, yet it carried an undeniable authority. However, she shifted the subject, scanning the crowd with a sharp gaze. "But there's one thing I can decide. Tell me, what's going on with that evil spirit outside?" Her voice was calm, but everyone could sense the power within it, as if she could see through everyone's hearts.

Ying Ni's fingers tapped slowly on the table, each rhythm resonating with the hearts of the crowd, creating a sense of immense pressure. The atmosphere in the ancestral hall instantly grew tense and heavy, as if the very air itself had frozen. Everyone held their breath, awaiting her next instruction.

"What's there to say? They're just those little girls." The oldest man in the ancestral hall finally spoke, his words filled with contempt and disdain. Ying Ni frowned slightly. She keenly sensed the old man's many karmic obstacles, and an ominous aura washed over her. She knew this old man was no good, and every word he said might hold a hidden meaning.

Without a moment's hesitation, Ying Ni unleashed the coercive might of a Jindan realm. Instantly, a fierce wind seemed to sweep through the ancestral hall, rustling everyone's clothing. With the exception of Ying Ni and the Zhang family father and son, everyone else, crushed to their knees by the pressure, their faces etched with terror and despair. Ying Ni's coercive might made everyone feel her power, and no one dared to underestimate this seemingly weak woman anymore.

"If you can't speak properly," Ying Ni stared at the old man with a glare like a knife. "I don't mind silencing you." Her voice was calm and cold, yet it held an irresistible power. The old man shuddered, finally realizing that the woman before him was not someone he could easily provoke. He lowered his head, not daring to utter another sound. He knew he had crossed Ying Ni's line.

Ying Ni sat on a rustic wooden chair, her gaze sweeping across the silent crowd like a searchlight, finally resting on Zhang Guangyao. Zhang Guangyao felt an invisible pressure, and not daring to delay even a moment. He took a deep breath and began to recount everything he knew. His voice echoed in the silent room, each word like a heavy stone, hammering down on everyone's heart, as if to suffocate their souls.

Old Man Zhang sat nearby, occasionally adding a few words. His voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from the distant past, carrying the weight of time and history. As Zhang Guangyao spoke, a frost gradually settled on Ying Ni's face. She unconsciously tightened her grip around the teacup, as if she were about to crush it. The tea rippled slightly in the cup, reflecting the anger and sorrow in her eyes, like ripples on a lake, letting one sense the turmoil within.

As Zhang Guangyao recounted the tragic fates of those girls, Ying Ni could no longer contain her emotions. The teacup in her hand suddenly shattered with a clang, scattering tea and trickling down her fingers like an hourglass, recording the pain and helplessness in her heart. Her face paled, and a flicker of indescribable pain flashed in her eyes, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, fleeting yet brilliant. Zhang Guangyao paused, staring at the shattered teacup. Ying Ni seemed oblivious to his words, still lost in her own thoughts, as if nothing around her concerned her.

"Are you done?" Zhang Guangyao's voice broke the silence, and Ying Ni finally came back to her senses. She looked at Zhang Guangyao and asked coldly. "I'm done," Zhang Guangyao replied. Ying Ni turned her gaze to Old Man Zhang and asked, "Do you have anything else to add?" Old Man Zhang quickly shook his head and replied, "No."

Ying Ni's gaze was as cold as ice. She paid no attention to the group of people kneeling in the ancestral hall, as if they were nothing more than air. In her eyes, these people were unworthy of being called human; calling them animals was an insult to animals. Her eyes revealed a deep disdain and disdain, as if, in her view, these kneeling people were superfluous to even breathing.

Her gaze slowly shifted to a dark corner of the ancestral hall, seemingly shrouded in endless secrets and conspiracies. Her words carried an undeniable resolve, as if she had already made her decision. "Tell me, how do you wish to resolve this? Or what kind of retribution do you wish for them?" Ying Ni's voice echoed through the hall. The others inside were bewildered, bewildered, unable to comprehend what was unfolding before their eyes.

As Ying Ni finished her words, the corner seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, and a figure in bright red quietly emerged. It was the evil spirit Zhao Di. Her appearance was like a ghost, silent and unnoticeable, yet it chilled people's hearts. Inside the ancestral hall, except for Ying Ni and the Zhang family father and son, everyone else showed expressions of fear and retreated, as if avoiding some indescribable terror.

"How did you get in?" an elder asked in a trembling voice, his eyes filled with fear and confusion. "Exactly, aren't you supposed to be barred from the ancestral hall?" another elder echoed, his voice a bit flustered. Their words were filled with confusion and unease, as if they couldn't accept the reality before them.

Zhaodi herself found it strange. She had previously been unable to even set foot in this ancestral hall, yet now, with a simple attempt, she easily entered. A flicker of doubt flashed in her eyes, but more than that, a fire of revenge burned. Her heart was filled with hatred for those who had hurt her. She knew that today, she would uncover all the secrets.