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

Ying Ni stood high atop the Jiuzhou Pawn Shop. As the last ray of forbidden light silently faded, she caught only a faint ripple. It should have been an exciting moment, after all, the shedding of the restriction heralded the unfettered wielding of her magical powers. However, at this profound moment, her mind was completely distracted by the liberation of her magical powers. Her uncle, Shan Zhizhi, who always had a warm smile and caring heart, was facing a critical ordeal, his life hanging by a thread. Ying Ni's heart was filled with worry and trepidation, her initial joy replaced by a deep sense of unease.

With a gentle wave of her arm, as slender as a willow swaying in the wind, Ying Ni instantly collected all the proceeds from the pawnshop within her heart. She calmly and slowly extracted a mysterious sword named Frost Descent from her storage ring. To her, this sword was not only a sharp weapon but also a loyal companion in her training and battles. Gazing at the Frost Descent Sword, Ying Ni felt a surge of nostalgia for the days of the Xuanming Continent, secretly wondering about the current state of her sect and her mentor.

The Frost Sword exuded a chill that seemed to freeze the air around it. Its blade was incredibly sharp, gleaming with an icy sheen, as if even light was unwilling to linger on it. This sword was forged from an extremely rare cold iron, meticulously crafted by countless artisans, ultimately creating a divine weapon capable of withstanding the spells of Ying Ni's icy spiritual roots.

The tacit understanding between Ying Ni and the Frost Sword was forged through countless battles and training. Whenever she wielded the Frost Sword, its tip unleashed a powerful icy energy, forming streams of sword energy that froze thousands of miles. She had used this sword to slay countless ferocious beasts on the icy plains, and, guided by it, she had pierced through thick fog and found the legendary Ice Heart Grass.

In Ying Ni's hands, the Frost Sword is more than just a weapon; it's a part of her being, an extension of her strength. She cherishes the sword as if it were her own. After every battle, she personally polishes the blade, preserving it with a special potion to ensure it remains in top condition.

Ying Ni's profound ice spiritual roots allow her to cast numerous profound ice spells. The Frost Sword is the key to unlocking these spells to their full potential. Infused with her magical power, the Frost Sword unleashes a powerful icy field, entrapping foes and immobilizing them. She once used this technique to defeat numerous powerful opponents and secure victory in a sect competition.

Ying Ni leaped lightly onto the Frost Sword, manipulating the gleaming blade with the icy brilliance of ancient swordsmanship. The sword's light, like flowing silk threads, traced graceful arcs through the air, pointing directly toward the capital. As the sword soared, Ying Ni felt a slight pang of regret, lamenting its slow speed. She recalled her time on the Xuanming Continent, when a simple wave of her hand could rip through the void, instantly traversing endless distances to reach any destination she desired. Such a nostalgic power! It was nothing like the present, where she had to personally control the sword's light, soaring step by step to her destination.

On the mysterious Xuanming Continent, Ying Ni was once a formidable swordsman, her skills unrivaled and her strength unmatched. Single-handedly, she quelled countless wars and protected countless lives. However, a devastating celestial purple thunder forced her to return to the land that nurtured her upbringing. Though she had lost her power to rend the void, she remained steadfast in her faith that Heaven had summoned her back.

However, whenever she soared through the sky alone on her flying sword, a faint sadness would inevitably spread in her heart. She recalled her years on the Xuanming Continent and missed the good times when she and a few close friends had enjoyed tea and discussed swordsmanship under the guidance of the Tao.

Ying Li took a deep breath. She knew she couldn't be bound by the shadows of the past. She must embrace hope and move forward courageously. There was someone in the capital waiting for her, desperately in need of rescue. She slightly adjusted her sword stance and continued to gallop towards the capital.

In less than half an hour, Ying Yao had steed her sword through numerous cities and mountains, and before her lay the towering Great Wall, the capital's defining symbol. She knew her destination was near. The wall, winding and undulating like a mighty dragon across the peaks, filled Ying Yao with awe at its majestic grandeur. The masonry, weathered by the passage of time, remained steadfast, as if speaking of millennia of history. She could sense the weight of history, as if she could hear the cries of ancient warriors and the neighing of war horses echoing in her ears.

Every stone of the Great Wall seemed to carry countless stories. Ying Ni imagined the soldiers who had once stood guard here, how they had stood firm in the wind and snow, and how they had defended this land through the years of war. An inexplicable excitement welled up in her heart, and she felt a surge of respect for these unsung heroes.

As Ying Yao soared, her gaze was drawn to the capital at the foot of the Great Wall. The bustling scene of the capital gradually came into view: towering towers, busy streets, and bustling crowds—all of this signaled that this was not only a military stronghold but also a cultural and economic center. She saw vendors hawking their wares on the street, children playing in the alleys, and elders leisurely sipping tea in teahouses. Each vivid scene formed a picture of prosperity.

Ying Ni controlled the long sword at her feet, hovering above the blue sky. She then pulled out her cell phone and called, "Master Niu, where are you? I'm soaring over the capital right now. Please come quickly. Okay, I'll be waiting here."

Ying Ni danced the Frost Sword lightly in the air, waiting for Taoist Niu's arrival.

Not long after, Ying Ni saw an elder staggering, but he skillfully controlled his body to slowly rise up and float towards her. Only when he got closer did she realize that this man was Taoist Niu.

Ying Ni was skeptical. According to common sense, a master like Taoist Niu should have a magic sword. Why did he have to rely on talismans?

"Master Niu, what's going on? Where is your peach wood sword?" Ying Ni asked softly with full of suspicion.

After hearing this, Taoist Priest Niu couldn't help but touch his nose lightly and smiled, "It's strange, my sword doesn't seem to want me to set foot on it. Previously, my apprentice, Yu Jian, had been leading me. It just happened that he had just retrieved some items from you, including this flying talisman. Now I'm using it."

After understanding the situation, Ying Ni expressed her understanding. She knew that some spiritual swords would be unwilling to be trampled upon, which was understandable. So, Ying Ni tactfully changed the subject, "Where is Uncle Shan now? How is his injury?"

"The director's condition is worrying. I will take you to visit him right away." Taoist Priest Niu adjusted his posture lightly, turned nimbly in the air, and prepared to lead the way.

Ying Ni gracefully extended her hand and pulled Taoist Priest Niu behind her. With a slight smile on her lips, she said, "I will lead the way with my sword and take you on a fast track. You only need to point the way."