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

The clanking of chains drifted from behind the door, like the mournful cries of some ancient, legendary ghost wandering the night. As this eerie sound gradually approached, a chilling wind swept silently across the desolate wilderness, like the breath of death, cold and merciless. The wind whirled layers of dead leaves, a subtle rustling sound that added a touch of mystery and terror to the dead silence. The dead leaves fluttered in the wind, like messengers of the night, heralding the arrival of an ominous omen.

The hazy moonlight, like a thin veil, covered everything, yet it seemed unable to resist the chilling chill slowly rising from the earth. Under the moonlight, every inch of the wilderness seemed covered in a thin layer of frost, reflecting a faint silver light. In this hazy moonlight, the outlines of distant hills and trees became blurred, like a washed-out ink painting, revealing an indescribable desolation and loneliness.

At that moment, an indescribable, oppressive feeling permeated the air, as if the entire world held its breath, awaiting some unforeseen event. It felt as if some unknown presence was silently approaching, its invisible weight pressing down on every inch of space, instilling a sense of dread. This sense of oppression evoked images of the vast creatures of the deep sea, stalking in the darkness, ready to devour everything.

At that moment, the portal to the underworld seemed to be slowly pushed open by a mysterious force. Ying Ni and the others stared at it intently. Within the doorway, a nitrogen-rich mist swirled, as if it were the entrance to another world. Within the mist, two figures gradually emerged. Their steps were light and swift, as if each step transcended the boundaries of time and space. They silently approached the crowd. As they drew closer, their figures became increasingly distinct. One was the Bull-Headed Demon King, his massive horns gleaming a faint blue in the moonlight. His deep eyes, like black holes devouring light, emanated an irresistible majesty. The other was the Horse-Faced Rakshasa, his long face resembling a horse. White mist curled from his nostrils, and his gaze was cold, revealing a detached indifference. They wore simple, strange clothing, and their steps slid iron chains, making a subtle sound, as if they were chains from the depths of the netherworld, tightly binding them to the mortal world. The air around them seemed to freeze at that moment, and time seemed to pass even more slowly. The Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Devil, the legendary messengers of the underworld, stood silently beneath the night sky. Their presence imbued the surrounding atmosphere with an indescribable sense of mystery and awe. The wind seemed to grow chilled by their arrival, and the leaves rustled softly in the breeze, whispering stories of ancient times. The animals in the distance also sensed this unusual presence and fell silent, as if the entire world held its breath in anticipation of what would happen next.

Although Gu Yanqing and the others were filled with anxiety and trepidation, they knew they had no choice but to confront the emissaries from the underworld and unveil the mysterious prelude that was about to unfold. Ying Ni, however, showed a hint of relief. The visitor was an old friend, which made it easier for her to lead them into the underworld.

Before the dark and mysterious gates of hell, in a dead silence, the ghosts, drawn by an invisible force, formed a long line. They seemed accustomed to this waiting. There was no noise, no commotion, only endless silence and the chilling sound of the wind echoing in their ears. Every ghost in the line had a blank expression, their eyes empty and lost, as if they were contemplating their past lives or fearing an unknown fate.

Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons, these two legendary messengers of the underworld, slowly moved through the procession, wielding cold iron chains. Their movements were practiced and rhythmic, and the chains clunked with their steps, as if playing a final elegy for the spirits about to embark on their journey to the underworld. One end of the chain, tightly grasped by the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons, slowly extended, linking one ghost after another, forming a long chain of the dead.

Just as the Bull-Headed and Horse-Faced Guards were about to lead the group on their journey to the underworld, the Bull-Headed Guards suddenly sensed an unusual presence. It was the scent of a living being, warm and full of vitality, a stark contrast to the chilly atmosphere. The Bull-Headed Guards' eyes instantly sharpened, their massive irises flashing with vigilance as they quickly scanned the surroundings, trying to locate the source of this aura.

His gaze finally shifted slowly in the direction of Ying Ni and the others. What he saw was Ying Ni, tightly gripping the Frost Sword, standing tall and erect on the left side of Ghost Gate. Behind her, the other team members also stood tall.

Niu Tou saw Ying Ni's originally solemn face change in an instant, and gently nudged the Horse Face beside him, "Look, is that the noble lady?"

Horse-Faced Guards gazed in that direction and saw Ying Ni clutching the familiar Frost Sword, her gaze fixed firmly on him. Her figure stood tall and majestic in the dim light, like an unshakable mountain. The Frost Sword gleamed coldly in her hand, like the brightest star in the night sky, its presence impossible to ignore. Horse-Faced Guards' heart burned with rage, a rage he had never felt before, a rage that seemed to consume the Ox-Head.

This formidable woman once unleashed a monstrous storm in the underworld, her fame known to all throughout the underworld. Her strength was immense, her swordsmanship breathtaking and masterful. Even the King of Hell once suffered a crushing blow from her fist, a battle that shook the entire underworld. His throne trembled under the force of her sword, his majesty shaken by her roar.

The legend of Ying Ni spread far and wide in the underworld, her every appearance bringing with it a sudden change of circumstances. Some said she had single-handedly challenged the Ten Kings of Hell, others that she had single-handedly quelled a rebellion in the underworld. Her name became a legend in the underworld, a presence feared by all ghosts.

Horse-Face's emotions were extremely complex at this moment: anger and fear. He knew he had no power to resist Ying Ni. His mind replayed Ying Ni's past battles; all the opponents she had defeated were formidable figures in the underworld. Horse-Face took a deep breath. Now he wanted to understand Ying Ni's intentions; otherwise, the underworld could not afford another war.

"That lady Ying - no, Fellow Daoist Ying, do you have any instructions?" Niutou wanted to call her aunt, but when he saw Ying Ni's expression, he immediately changed his words and addressed her differently.