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

Ying Ni sat quietly beneath the legendary Three Lives Stone, her gaze focused and profound, as if piercing the barriers of time and space. In the air before her, a massive image hovered, like a transparent screen, clearly reflecting the fierce battle on the Yellow Springs Road. In the image, the crowd engaged in a thrilling battle with the female ghosts, with flashing swords, ghostly cries, and divine howls, as if transporting one into a netherworld filled with mystery and danger.

"These people have indeed demonstrated considerable combat prowess!" Bai Fan observed the image and commented, "But they seem to be in trouble."

"How do you explain this?" Emperor Xin couldn't help but ask. He had been observing this situation for a long time. The spirit of the woman in red had clearly dissipated, and no new ghost had appeared. Where did this crisis come from?

"Hahaha, you don't really think that the Yellow Springs Road is only for ghosts!" Bai Fan said with a little surprise. He couldn't understand how Emperor Xin, the Human Emperor, could not know the biggest crisis hidden in the Yellow Springs Road.

"Of course you understand that even though I am the Emperor of Man, there are some things that even those so-called saints don't want me to know. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in this situation." Emperor Xin made no secret of the fact that he had been deceived by those powerful people.

"Indeed. Let me explain." Bai Fan recalled the other party's situation at the time and immediately understood that even though there were many outstanding people in the Shang Dynasty, they would not reveal such deep secrets to Emperor Xin. "The Yellow Springs Road, also known as the Road of Fire, do you know the origin of this name?"

"I know, because the road to the underworld is full of red spider lilies, and when they are in full bloom, they form a sea of ​​fiery red." Emperor Xin was also a man who was well-read. When he was reborn into the world in this life, he tried hard not to be out of touch with this world. In his spare time, he read a lot of books.

"Then do you know the origin of this red spider lily?" Bai Fan leaned close to Emperor Xin and said in a low voice.

"I don't know." The confusion on Emperor Xin's face satisfied Bai Fan very well.

"Let me narrate an ancient and mysterious story, a tale that has been passed down for centuries. It's said that long ago, there lived two people named Hitoshi and An. Hitoshi was a devout Buddhist disciple who strictly adhered to Buddhist precepts and lived a life of abstinence. The other, An, was a flower demon possessed of unparalleled beauty, her face as captivating as a blossoming flower. According to Buddhist precepts, Buddhist disciples are strictly forbidden from violating sexual principles, and so their encounter seemed destined for tragedy from the outset."

"However, fate's plans are always unexpected. Despite their vastly different social statuses and beliefs, their hearts unknowingly developed an inseparable bond. They fell in love with each other, and this affection blossomed like a spring flower, uncontrollable. Finally, one day, they met in private, breaking all rules and taboos. As the saying goes, hearts connect, and as soon as they met, they instantly fell in love. They swore an eternal vow, vowing to be together for all eternity, never to be separated."

But fate is cruel. This love that violated the precepts was ultimately doomed to be strangled. Upon learning of this, the Buddha meted out a severe punishment, transforming them into a strange flower, where the flower and leaves could never meet – when the flower was present, the leaves were absent; when the leaves were present, the flower was gone. Thus, they were doomed to an endless cycle of reincarnation, flower and leaf forever separated, unable to meet. They could only silently wait in different seasons, awaiting the moment of reunion that would never come.

As Bai Fan recounted this story, he unconsciously raised his voice, as if to imbue each word with power, allowing the listener to sense the profound love and endless regret. His eyes flickered with complex emotions, a mixture of regret for this poignant love and a lament for the fickleness of fate.

Ying Ni showed helplessness on her face, and cast her eyes towards Bai Fan, thinking to herself: This guy has really forgotten the pain after the wound has healed. He was convicted for his words in the past and was hunted down, but now he still hasn't learned his lesson.

"Don't believe his nonsense. The red spider lily, also known as the soul-guiding flower, is a flower that blooms on the road to the underworld. They bloom in groups, and from a distance, it looks like a blood-red carpet. On this long road to the underworld, the red spider lily is the only color and scenery. People's ghosts follow the guidance of these flowers and step into the abyss of the underworld. When the red spider lily blooms, it emits a unique fragrance, which is said to make people indulge in reincarnation and relive the memories of their past lives. If you can't wake up in time, your soul may become nourishment for these flowers." Seeing that Bai Fan seemed to be about to continue speaking, Ying Li hurriedly interrupted him.

During the brief conversation between Ying Ni and the other two, several people on the Yellow Springs Road had unknowingly fainted and fallen into the dream woven by the red spider lily.

Muya returns to the years before her master took her in. A congenital condition left her frail and often hospitalized. She spent much of her childhood in the company of her parents. However, as time passed, she gradually found herself alone on those trips to the hospital. Unbeknownst to her, her parents quietly prepared for the arrival of their second child. They had long forgotten the promise they had made to her: that she would be their only precious child. She watched her body falter while the girl born later thrived. Finally, her parents sent her to an orphanage, where she endured hardships she hadn't faced in the previous decade. As she joined the other children at the orphanage and glimpsed the family that had remained happy despite her loss, Muya was instantly torn from her memories. That family was a thing of the past. Now she was the beloved younger sister of her master, the most precious treasure in her master's hands, embarking on a path of cultivation, transcending the cycle of mortal life.

Gu Yanqing journeyed back to his past life. As a prince, born to a mother of humble status, he was the target of humiliation by the princes, concubines, and even servants. He witnessed how he endured in silence, secretly gathering strength, his soul gradually warped by the torment of suffering and endurance. When the emperor fell terminally ill, the princes rose up in rebellion, besieging the palace and vying for the throne. He acted decisively, annihilating all who had bullied him. As the emperor lay dying, he recounted the fate of each of his enemies with a smile, witnessing the ruler's final breaths. Later, realizing the demonic beast lurking within him, he passed the throne to his benevolent uncle while he still had some sense. Finally, in the palace where he had lived since childhood, he took his own life. Before dying, he seemed to see his past self and whispered, "In the next life, I don't want to be trapped for a lifetime. I just want to be free in this world." When Gu Yanqing heard this, he instantly seized the opportunity. It turned out that the reason he had not been able to step into the threshold of cultivation over the years was because of the obsession left over from his past life.