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

"The Wood Spirit Pearl is imbued with spirituality. It is the crystallization of the essence of nature's wood spirit energy, and therefore its contracting ceremony is unique. You can weave a chain yourself and wear it around your neck. During daily practice, transfer some of the absorbed spiritual energy to the Wood Spirit Pearl. Remember, throughout the entire process, you must abandon any thoughts of malice or coercion." Ying Li explained to Mu Ya in detail how to form a contract with the Wood Spirit Pearl, and warned her, "Furthermore, the process can be quite lengthy. If interrupted, all your previous efforts will be wasted."

Muya nodded gently and carefully placed the precious bead in her pocket. When she shared the news with the others, they didn't show any greed. Instead, while they were deeply envious of Muya's opportunity, they were more genuinely happy and relieved for her. With this magical bead, Muya would be able to escape her illness and live a healthy life, which was undoubtedly their greatest wish.

"Tomorrow is the 15th day of the seventh lunar month, the traditional Ghost Festival. At that time, the ghost messengers of the underworld will lead the wandering spirits out of the underworld to accept incense and offerings from the human world, creating a spectacular spectacle of a hundred ghosts parading at night. People can witness this scene from the walls of Youdu. Furthermore, after the parade ends, Youdu will hold a grand celebration. During the celebration, masters of the immortal world will hold lectures, Buddhist practitioners will offer blessings, and Buddhist talismans, beads, and other magical items will be distributed. You may wish to go and watch. By the way, Muya, you can go with them."

Ying Ni announced the news to everyone present. However, Bai Fan noticed that Ying Ni only mentioned other people and couldn't help but wonder where she would be tomorrow. He couldn't help but ask, "What are your plans?"

Ying Ni raised an eyebrow slightly. Knowing Bai Fan's keen curiosity, she didn't hide her plans. Smiling, she replied, "I'm planning to go to Wanshitong. Are you interested in joining me?" Wanshitong was a mysterious and powerful intelligence agency, possessing extensive information on the world of immortal cultivation. Knowing Bai Fan's deep concern about the situation in Qingqiu, Ying Ni invited him to join her.

However, while Bai Fan longed to inquire about Qingqiu's situation, he lacked the funds to pay for the Nether Stones needed for consultation and intelligence. In the world of immortal cultivation, healers, restorers, and intelligence handlers are among the most lucrative professions. They possess valuable information and resources, but acquiring them often comes at a high price. Although Bai Fan possessed considerable strength, his Nether Stone reserves were insufficient, leaving him feeling somewhat frustrated.

As the night deepened, everyone had nothing more to discuss, so they dispersed. They returned to their own quarters to prepare for tomorrow's celebrations. Ying Ni and Bai Fan also returned to their rooms, their hearts filled with anticipation for tomorrow and longing for the future.

The next morning, except for Ying Ni, everyone else hurried out to attend the grand event.

Ying Ni walked slowly out of the inn with light and leisurely steps. As her steps gradually strayed from the path she was on, she found herself before a dilapidated, long-abandoned, ancient temple. The temple seemed remarkably quiet, as if it had been forgotten in a corner of the world.

Ying Ni stood on the barren land, gazing intently at her surroundings, a wave of deep emotion welling up in her heart. Jin Duoqian, the wealthy heir to the Wanjie Trading Company, possessed a truly stingy nature that left one speechless. Not only had he leveraged his vast intelligence network to open a "know-all" business specializing in reselling intelligence, but his stinginess was also unbelievable. He was completely stingy, as if every penny weighed heavily on him, unwilling to spend it.

Jin Duoqian's life creed is clear: no one in the world, except his mother and grandmother, can take advantage of him. This characterization is not only frustrating, but even somewhat ridiculous. However, Jin Duoqian is completely indifferent to his actions, as if everything is natural.

Ying Ying pulled from her bosom the meticulously crafted, pure gold, exclusive VIP token of the Master of All. The token shone with a dazzling golden light, appearing exceptionally precious and unique. With the token's appearance, the space surrounding the seemingly ordinary temple before her suddenly began to undergo a strange transformation. The once tranquil air seemed warped by a mysterious force, and the surrounding scene became blurred, as if shrouded in a thin mist. In an instant, the familiar temple and its surroundings were completely transformed, replaced by a seven-story building.

Gently pushing open the heavy door of the Wanshitong, Ying Ying felt as if she had opened a mysterious door to an unknown world. Behind the door was a spacious and bright hall, with soft light shining into every corner. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of books and tea, interweaving into an intoxicating atmosphere.

In the center of the hall, a grand circular information desk captured everyone's attention. Several monks busily greeted each visitor seeking assistance, their faces beaming with warm smiles, as if every guest entering this space were a long-lost friend. Off to one side of the hall stood rows of meticulously designed soundproof booths, each manned by a knowledgeable intelligence officer. Visitors were given a room number at the information desk and directed to their corresponding booth to exchange and trade intelligence.

Ascending the staircase in the lobby, you'll reach the upper floors. On either side of the staircase, diverse greenery and exquisite artworks enhance the aesthetic and imbue the space with a rich artistic ambiance. The upper floors boast even more elegant and unique decor, with each private room featuring advanced soundproofing and comfortable seating.

Wanshitong's intelligence transactions cover a wide range of information, including finding people, treasures, opportunities, and even buying and selling family secrets. Here, as long as you can pay the corresponding price, any intelligence can be traded.

"Xiaoxiao, why are you here?" Ying Ni walked to the information desk, glanced over, and found someone she knew.

"Oh, are you Ying Ni?" The woman named Xiao Xiao raised her head and asked Ying Ni with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

"It's me. Why aren't you serving your Master Jin, and instead working as a consultant here?" Ying Ni knew the know-it-all inside and out. She recalled how, back when Jin Duoqian opened this intelligence shop, it was her who provided the advice, from the decor to the construction. Of course, Jin Duoqian had paid her handsomely.

"Don't mention it. We maids are an eyesore to the Young Madam, so the Young Master sent us out to work." Xiao Xiao took over the reception for Ying Meng from someone else and quietly complained to her. Ever since the Young Madam arrived at the Jin family, she's been disapproving of these maids who have served the Young Master since childhood, making things difficult for them, fearing they might get close to him. She didn't consider that if these maids wanted to get close to the Young Master, they would have done so long ago, why would they wait until today? The Young Master was caught between the Young Madam and them, so the maids had no choice but to discuss the matter of going out to work.

"Alright, I'm not interested in Jin Duoqian's private life. Just tell me if he's here?" Ying Ni interrupted Xiao Xiao. She wasn't in the mood for gossip; she just wanted to find the guy who was avoiding her as soon as possible.

"On the top floor." Xiao Xiao was not annoyed. When she followed Jin Duoqian, she always maintained Ying Nian's easy-going personality - she could joke easily when there was nothing to do, but once there was serious business, she never procrastinated.

Ying Ni didn't need anyone to lead the way; she simply walked up the stairs and reached the top floor. Standing in front of the room's door, she knocked politely. Soon, a voice called out, "Come in!"

Ying Ni pushed open the door, revealing a figure dressed in dazzling golden garb, head to toe. Jin Duoqian was holding a golden abacus, intently flipping through an account book.

"When will you change your aesthetic sense? Don't you think this light is too dazzling?" Ying Li sat down on the chair opposite Jin Duoqian without any hesitation.

"What are you doing here?" Jin Duoqian heard Ying Ni's voice. Although there was a hint of excitement in her tone, there was obvious disgust in her words.

Whenever Jin Duoqian recalled Ying Huan's death during the Immortal Thunder Tribulation, he would burst into tears, crying for three days straight. If Tianjizi hadn't deduced that Ying Huan hadn't truly perished, but had instead traveled to another dimension, his friends might have already gone to the Xuantian Sect to stir up trouble. Over the years, they've constantly troubled the Xuantian Sect, especially when the sect sought to reshape Ying Huan's image. Crazy Sword constantly challenged the Xuantian Sect's top fighters, while Wuchen and Tianjizi orchestrated their strategies behind the scenes. Jin Duoqian also directed his men to disrupt the trading company.