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

Night slowly descended, like a graceful dancer, gently spreading her deep blue skirt across the sky. The last ray of sunset glow at the horizon, like a painter's final touch of color, was brilliant yet fleeting, ultimately swallowed by the inky darkness. The entire world seemed shrouded in a deep black curtain, the scattered lights appearing faint in this boundless darkness, as if they could be swallowed up at any moment. Silence reigned all around, as if even time had stood still. Only the occasional cry of a night bird pierced the stillness, its cries echoing across the empty night sky with a particularly desolate air.

On this tranquil and mysterious night, Ying Xuan's eyes flickered. She had awakened from her cultivation, as if returning to reality from a distant dream. A faint glow seemed to linger around her body, a trace of spiritual energy left behind from her cultivation. The others seemed to sense this strange aura as well, and they all stopped meditating and gathered together. Their eyes were filled with curiosity and anticipation, as if they had a premonition that something extraordinary was about to happen.

A gentle breeze, like a lithe dancer, drifted by imperceptibly, carrying wisps of fresh air as it careened gently through the treetops, as if engaging in a silent dialogue with nature. A rustling whisper echoed in my ears, the leaves whispering softly in the wind, as if they were sharing ancient secrets or untold stories. This breeze seemed to come from a distant, otherworldly realm, carrying a profound chill, like a mysterious traveler bearing an unknown message that involuntarily chilled me. Mu Ya could not help but cling to Ying Ni, seeking a sense of warmth and security. The wind was truly unsettling, a reminder that even in moments of tranquility, unpredictable events can unfold. The breeze continued its journey, passing through the forest and across the lake, caressing every inch of the ground, bringing subtle changes to the world.

At this moment, the scene before everyone's eyes suddenly underwent a startling change. The once eerie Ghost Gate suddenly glowed with a mysterious red light. This red light was like the rising dawn, or the call of an ancient being. It flickered like a ghostly fire, swaying in the gloom, as if telling a secret unknown to the world.

Ying Ni and the others held their breath, watching this bizarre transformation intently. The red light gradually grew more dazzling, no longer a faint ray, but increasingly intense and brighter. The red light's range also continued to expand. It seemed to have life, spreading from the depths of the Ghost Gate, like a giant red python, snaking through the darkness.

As the red light spread, the crowd began to discern vague outlines slowly emerging from the Ghost Gate. These silhouettes seemed to gradually coalesce into form, their shapes varied and bizarre: some resembled ancient totems, others like forgotten gods. Illuminated by the red light, they appeared mysterious and majestic, like messengers from another world, about to cross this boundary and enter ours.

The air around them seemed to grow heavier with the appearance of the red light. Everyone could feel an invisible force surging around them, which made people feel both awe and curiosity.

Eventually, the crimson light gradually condensed, ultimately transforming into a majestic yet dimly lit gate. This massive gate towered like a towering mountain, its height and width beyond ordinary imagination, a miraculous presence. Standing between heaven and earth, it resembled a mysterious passage to another world, guiding the brave into unknown territory.

On either side of the massive gate, ghostly statues of various shapes were carved. Their faces were distorted and hideous, as if the evil spirits of hell were forever sealed within the gate. The statues' claws were outstretched, as if ready to break free at any moment, pounce through the gate, and devour all that existed in this mortal world. Their eyes seemed to penetrate the human heart; every traveler passing by could feel their cold, piercing gaze, as if examining the depths of every soul.

The material of Jumen seems otherworldly, emitting a strange luster, sometimes dark red like blood, sometimes deep as night. Around Jumen, the air is filled with a mysterious power that inspires both awe and curiosity. Whenever night falls, the air around Jumen seems to grow heavy, as if even time has slowed down here.

Ying Ni and the others sensed that behind this massive gate lay endless treasures and immense power, but also countless dangers. The statues served as guardians guarding the gate. Their presence served as both a warning and a test. Only those truly worthy could pass their test and gain entry into the otherworld.

Around the giant gate, strange plants grow, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. The colors and shapes of these plants are completely different from those known to ordinary people, and their existence seems to reveal the secrets of another world. Whenever sunlight shines through the clouds and onto these plants, they emit a faint glow, as if revealing the beauty of another world to the world.

As night falls, the legendary Ghost Gate opens, allowing wandering spirits to flock in, seeking their own path home. Numerous ghosts gather before the Gate, some weeping and mourning, some laughing wildly, some filled with anger, some harboring grudges—all kinds of expressions, a truly shocking sight.

A thick layer of oppression and invisible fear filled the air, and time seemed to freeze at this moment. The portal known as the Gate of Hell still stood silently in the darkness, like a silent guardian, silently gazing at the changes in the mortal world.

At this moment, the ghosts in front of the ghost gate seemed to sense the breath of the living, and they all twisted their stiff necks, their eyes focused on the direction of Ying Ni and others.

Upon seeing this, Ying Ni immediately grasped the Frost Sword, unleashing a burst of sword light, marking a clear line between the ghosts. As a mutant ice spirit root, she was naturally endowed with the power of strange ice. Furthermore, on the Xuanming Continent, she had subdued the powerful Mysterious Ice True Fire. The ghosts at the Ghost Gate felt a terrifying aura within this sword line, a terrifying aura that made them tremble and threatened to tear their very souls apart.

"Sister Ying, they don't seem to dare to come any closer." Mu Ya stuck her head out, staring at the ghosts that were approaching her and suddenly stopped. She asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"They dare not come over. My ice is a special ice that can freeze all living things into nothingness, even ghosts are not spared. What's more, I used the Mysterious Ice True Fire, which is a flame extracted from the extremely cold ice. It looks as cold as ice on the outside, but contains scorching heat on the inside. It can freeze everything in an instant and has the power to burn everything. When I subdued him, I spent a lot of treasures." Ying Li raised her arm slightly, signaling everyone to let down their guard, and then explained.