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

Ying Ni stayed there for several days, enjoying such lavish hospitality from her aunt that she felt her waistline had grown slightly larger. After receiving Ying Xu's permission, Ying Ni entered the ancestral hall alone. She gazed at the neatly arranged tablets on the altar, at the top of which sat the ancestor of her lineage. She lit a stick of incense, knelt in devout worship, and kowtowed three times.

The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating Ying Ni's focused and mysterious face. She slowly crouched down, her fingers gently sliding across the dusty floorboards, finally stopping at a subtle crack. With a gentle scraping sound, the floorboards seemed to come alive, slowly moving away, revealing a deep, hidden compartment.

Ying Ni's eyes flashed with excitement. She carefully reached out and pulled out an ancient square box from a hidden compartment. This box, millennia old, still retained an indescribable solemnity and majesty, as if carrying the glorious yet weighty history of the Qin Dynasty.

The box is engraved with intricate and delicate patterns, each stroke revealing the master craftsman's exquisite craftsmanship and boundless ingenuity. These designs evoke the grandeur of dancing dragons and phoenixes, the graceful movement of rolling clouds, and the majestic imposing presence of terracotta warriors marching to battle. They seem to come alive, shifting with the changing light and telling the untold stories of the Qin Dynasty.

A closer look reveals a sinuous dragon head emerging from one end of the box's lid, its eyes wide and piercing, as if poised to soar into the heavens. The dragon's body coils around the box, dancing with the phoenix, weaving together a vibrant and colorful scene. Meanwhile, the terracotta warriors, some standing or rearing, wield spears and swords, their expressions solemn, as if ready to charge at any moment.

Ying Ni gently stroked the carvings, the cool touch from her fingertips transporting her back to an era of war and heroes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, almost smelling that ancient yet familiar scent, the scent of the Qin Dynasty, the flavor of history.

Finally, after a long wait and anticipation, Ying Ni slowly reached out and carefully opened the mysterious box. Her fingers gently touched the lid, as if she could sense the passage of time. As the lid slowly opened, her gaze fixed on the interior, her heart filled with curiosity and excitement.

Deep within the box, an ancient scroll lay quietly. It seemed to have weathered countless storms and hardships, yet, remarkably, it bore no trace of damage. Its surface shone with a subtle sheen, as if telling of its long history. Ying Ni gently lifted the scroll, feeling its rich history and ancient aura. She couldn't help but marvel at how well it had been preserved over the ages—a true miracle.

The pages remained resilient, seemingly untouched by the passage of time. The writing was still clearly visible, as if time had lost its power, unable to erode its presence. Ying Ni carefully flipped through the ancient scroll, filled with curiosity and confusion. She discovered that the writing was neither the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty nor any other script she knew. It seemed like a mysterious symbol, imbued with some ancient and profound wisdom.

Ying Ni was puzzled. She studied the texts again and again, trying to find some clues, but she could never crack the mystery.

As the night deepened, Ying Ni remained alone in her boudoir. All was silent, the only sound echoing through the air as she flipped through pages. She clutched a thick tome, her eyes focused and eager, as if searching for some crucial clue. This tome seemed no ordinary object. Its material was incredibly strong, leaving neither the sharpest sword nor the fiercest gunfire a scratch on its surface. Even blazing flames and surging waters proved invulnerable. Such miraculous properties were clearly not possessed by mortals, more likely the work of some enigmatic immortal cultivator.

A thought suddenly flashed through Ying Ni's mind, as bright and resolute as a meteor streaking across the night sky. She quickly stood up and walked lightly to an antique cabinet to the side. Her fingertips lightly touched the cold handle and slowly pulled open the drawer, making a low, long creak. Inside, a variety of items were arranged in an orderly manner, but her gaze, as precise as a hawk's, instantly locked onto a silver needle as thin as a hair. The needle seemed to contain extraordinary power, lying there quietly, waiting for fate to call.

Ying Ni's hand trembled slightly, yet remained incredibly firm. She gently grasped the silver needle, the icy sensation piercing through her fingertips and reaching her heart. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if engaging in a soul-to-soul conversation. Then, abruptly opening her eyes, she placed the needle tip against her fingertips, without a moment's hesitation. With a soft, soft "chi" sound, bright red blood dripped like a blooming rose, dripping onto the cover of the scroll in her hand. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air grew heavy and mysterious.

The moment the drop of blood touched the scroll's surface, it was miraculously absorbed, as if drawn by an invisible force, burrowing deep into every fiber. A faint blush crept across the surface, then gradually faded, returning to its original state. Ying Xuan held her breath, staring intently at the scroll, her heart filled with anticipation and nervousness. She could almost sense earth-shaking changes taking place within the scroll, an ancient and powerful force slowly awakening.

At this moment, the scroll suddenly emanated a dazzling light, illuminating the entire room like daylight. In the light, the scroll slowly unfolded, its pages gently turning, as if telling a thousand-year-old secret and legend.

Just as Ying Ni thought she was about to uncover the secrets of the mysterious scroll, the ancient tome suddenly transformed into a dazzling beam of light, shooting straight towards her forehead like a meteor before merging into her sea of ​​consciousness. Ying Ni quickly gathered her mind and prepared to conduct introspection to investigate this sudden change. However, she was surprised to find that the tome had actually floated out of her own accord, hovering within her consciousness. Unlike before, a pen was attached to the tome. Ying Ni sensed a familiar and intimate aura from the pen: it was the aura of her natal magical instrument, the Nine Nether Cold Jade Soul-Calming Flute. What could this be? Ying Ni was filled with confusion and curiosity, knowing this couldn't be a coincidence. She had to quickly understand what was happening; perhaps it would reveal the secrets hidden within her destiny.