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

Ying Li called Dan Zhizhi and briefly explained the current situation to him.

In less than an hour, the unfinished building was quickly surrounded by a group of soldiers wearing green camouflage uniforms and holding guns, and the entire building was completely blocked.

In the sky, the roar of the helicopter gradually came closer and closer, like the low and powerful breathing of a giant beast, shaking the surrounding air, foreshadowing its imminent arrival.

Suddenly, the gleaming silver helicopter streaked across the sky like a meteor, swiftly piercing through the layers of clouds and roaring towards the tarmac. Its propellers spun at an astonishing speed, stirring up a deafening roar that seemed to tear the surrounding air into countless fragments, weaving them into invisible blades of wind.

As the distance gradually shortened, the helicopter's silhouette became clearer, its streamlined fuselage gleaming in the setting sun, its metallic sheen adding to its coolness and majesty. The helicopter circled above the dilapidated, unfinished building, precisely searching for the perfect landing spot.

The helicopter, just a few meters above the ground, finally began its gentle descent. The propellers seemed to slow their pace, yet the oppressive weight of the air remained. The lights on the fuselage flickered in the night sky, interweaving with the lights on the ground to create a breathtaking spectacle.

With a slight tremor, the helicopter landed smoothly in the open area where the unfinished building met the mountain. The propeller slowly stopped spinning, and the air around it fell silent.

The helicopter's door slowly opened, and Shan Zhizhi jumped out of the cabin with a nimble figure. Following closely behind him were the leaders of the major sects that still exist in China. They walked out one after another, and the scene was solemn and dignified.

"Uncle Shan, this way." Ying Ni stood in front of the exquisite little building, waving her arms enthusiastically to Shan Zhizhi, attracting his attention.

Shan Zhizhi and his companions all turned their gazes in the direction of Ying Ni, then each unleashed a masterful spell. Their figures flashed like meteors streaking across the sky, swiftly soaring towards Ying Ni. Finally, they landed gently and steadily before Ying Ni, a scene both spectacular and harmonious.

"Niannian, this elegant building?" Shan Zhizhi eagerly interrupted his reminiscing with Ying Nianni, turned his gaze to the quaint little building behind her, and asked curiously.

"Which building?"

"Isn't it that building? It's so conspicuous, how could you not see it?"

"There's clearly an empty lot there, so where does the building come from? Are you seeing things?"

"..."

Before Ying Li could respond, the crowd behind Shan Zhizhi began to talk, and there was a clear difference in their words - some people could see the existence of the pawnshop, while others turned a blind eye to it.

Shan Zhizhi gazed at Ying Ni with bewilderment. Ying Ni's inherited memories contained detailed information about the Jiuzhou Pawnshop. It was said that during the creation of the pawnshop, they cleverly incorporated a portion of Shi Shang's mastery of the Dao of Fate, rendering its existence extremely secretive, allowing only those destined to see it to glimpse its true nature.

"Uncle Shan, this is the Jiuzhou Pawn Shop, a place that accepts everything as pawn. The way to cultivate immortality focuses on fate, and only those who are destined can get a glimpse of its true appearance." Ying Li explained concisely based on her memory.

Immortal fate, this most elusive of things, is something even Shan Zhizhi and his companions know well. Some things cannot be forced, and are not inherently theirs. Though they cannot enter that door, they do not despair, for perhaps the opportunity beyond it awaits one of their many disciples. They recruit so many disciples solely for that glimmer of immortal fate.

"Hey, disciple, quickly lead your fellow apprentices here. There is a great opportunity waiting for you to seize."

"Disciple, I have a rare opportunity here. What do you think? Are you willing to come?"

"Junior brother, I have a precious opportunity here. Please lead the disciples here to participate in this great event!"

"..."

Ying Li and Shan Zhizhi's faces turned pale as they stared at the group of people who kept making phone calls to contact people.

"Uncle Shan, let's go in and take a look together!" Ying Li suggested to Shan Zhizhi, then turned and stepped onto the stairs.

As Ying Ni gradually approached the ancient and heavy door, it seemed to be able to sense the unique blood flowing in Ying Ni's body, so with a slight "creak", the door slowly and solemnly opened.

Ying Ni stepped into the room, which was brightly lit, instantly illuminating the entire space. Her gaze was drawn to the quaint bookshelves surrounding it on three sides. Their depth and length, cleverly arranged through a folding spatial formation, seemed immeasurable. In the center, a table stood quietly, its center strategically recessed. To its right lay a complete set of tea-making utensils and a priceless tea set, revealing the owner's refined taste. To its left, a complete set of the "Four Treasures of the Study": a pen holder, a writing brush, a hard-tipped brush, and an inkstone, all present, showcasing the owner's cultural heritage and refined lifestyle.

Behind the table, a low-key yet luxurious chair sits quietly, covered in a layer of snow-white fur, adding to the warmth of the room while revealing the owner's extraordinary status and position. The entire scene is both simple and elegant, while also retaining the comfort and convenience of modern life.

Ying Ni slowly walked to the chair and gracefully sat down. Instantly, the Book of Fate and the Nine Nether Cold Jade Soul-Calming Flute within her body darted out from her sea of ​​consciousness. The Book of Fate landed gracefully on the center of the table, its pages naturally unfolding. Meanwhile, the Nine Nether Cold Jade Soul-Calming Flute transformed into a modern hard pen, silently perched on the pen holder. Their movements were incredibly fluid, as if they had come together through countless repetitions, as if they had always belonged to this space, quietly waiting there.

Shan Zhizhi walked to the table, and a stool miraculously appeared behind him. Its height was just right for his body shape, as if it was tailor-made for him.

"At Jiuzhou Pawnshop, everything can be pawned. What do you need? Jiuzhou Pawnshop will surely find the perfect match to satisfy your needs."

As soon as Shan Zhizhi sat down, these words emerged involuntarily in his mind. He turned to look at Ying Meng, his eyes full of expectation, hoping that she could answer his doubts.

"In short, you just need to be clear about your needs. As for the pawning conditions, it depends entirely on the value and preciousness of the items you provide." Considering that Shan Zhizhi was her uncle, Ying Ying explained for him.

As soon as Ying Yun took her seat, the relevant memories naturally flooded back to her. The voice that had echoed through Shan Zhizhi's consciousness was actually created by Shang, while traveling through the Three Thousand Worlds, using the intelligent optical computer of the interstellar world and a dying iron-eating beast.